HIATUS

𝕀 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 ~ #ʀᴘ | ᴏᴄ | ᴍᴠ | +21 ~ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ~ ꜱʟ | ʙᴀɴᴛᴇʀ ~ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ♡ & ↺

"If you find it, use it with me."

She will screeeeeam and collapse due to the joy (totally forgetting about the romantic gesture behind it). Blame the Ravenclaw in her.

Maybe he will hear them... soon. But if he wants, here is a hint: 🪢

>>to admit- 'Stop.' Her eyes found his once again and she tried to convey everything that she couldn't say, fears and doubts. "I am here..." -for you. When their lips met this time, it was her who needed to remember, remember how to trust, him and herself.

So many questions filled her mind but nothing came out, her lips slightly parted as she tried to control her breathin, her eyes scanning his features trying to understand. 'It's just sex.' But a part of her knew it wasn't, his words holding more meaning that she was willing >>

>>push. "Sorry- I shouldn't- you must be still trying to process everything- time- you need time." The words came out in between heavy breaths as she tried to think straight.

>>she wasn't ready to aknowledge it and as he held her, she was glad to ignore all the rest for the time being. 'Pathetic.' Yes, she was. Her hands found his shirt, fingers curling in the fabric gathering strength to pull away, finally the need for air giving her the last >>

As their lips moved, they fell to a known rhythm and when he deepened the kiss, his hand tracing her body, her mind finally shut up and she could finally feel at ease, like nothing had happened. The witch knew deep down that it was nothing but a way of fooling herself but, >>

>>hungry, a bit more cautious, like she was trying to prove something. 'It doesn't mean anything to him.'

>>ten years memories, and, if it meant something, their shared memories. With that in mind, her body acted before she could stop it, a deep part of herself trying to hold onto a stupid illusion that /she/ might mean something pushing her to kiss him. This time, it was less >>

>>worked? 'Stupid...' As for them, what were they? No. She wasn't going there, everything was complicated enough as it was, more so after everything they had just seen. His touch however helped her ground herself and remember what she had told him before, he still had his >>

"Yeah..." she closed her eyes against him and sighed "... you are still you." Because, how different could he be from the one she had met weeks ago, scared and running, the one that had slowly made his way to her, the one who had actually cried of happiness when her spell >>

>>sighed and rested her forehead against his. "Like a band-aid..." She repeated the words, this time however, the witch realized she was actually telling herself so.

She still felt uneasy, like something had changed but it had been a traumatic memory, for both of them so it was rather logical. "Of course, like a puzzle, but we need to keep working on them, that's the only way to actually get the full picture..." With a small smile she >>

She tilted her head for a moment. "I have many favorites if that's possible, I mean, it all depends on the mood I guess..." she gave him a sheepish smile. "I do have genres that I prefer, tho, being dark romance and terror the ones I enjoy the most."

>>look at him. "Not now, obviously, but- we need to understand and for that, we need to see..." and feel. She tried a sympathetic smile.

The witch mind was reeling as she craddled his head, she had felt what he felt back then, even though she had spoken only about Harold, she had seen and felt him too and it was different, /he/ was different. "We need to keep digging..." she finally pulled away a bit to >>

"Hey star!!" Waves.

In that moment she could feel his desperation and even though she had her own reservation she felt the need to comfort him so in a swift movement she hugged him, straddling him in the process. "It's okay, we'll figure it out... together."

She frowned, confused. "I- don't know, they were dying and- he didn't care, he seemed eager..." The witch shook her head and tried to focus on her shaking breath. "Do you really believe that?" It was a genuine question because she didn't know what to think.