meme: send me § and my muse will react to
yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.
there is a certain gaucherie in weasley’s
move. still, she knows his kiss is sincere.
the way he pushes her against the wall,
liberating all frustration, and presses his
lips to hers — oxana understands. still,
she does not remain passive and pulls
the boy closer to her, hips bucking and
fingers curling around his robes’ fabric.
former brutality progressively transforms
into a sort of gentleness as they kiss and
oxana cannot help but smile, relaxing into
his touch.
♚ (what a way to introduce our muses to each other, i know)
Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I’ll reply with what mine does.
He hadn’t any idea how it had happened.
Then again, with these things, he never does.
The small girl had fallen asleep–
but had not fallen asleep just anywhere;
she had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
She was leaning up against him, putting most of her body weight on him with her legs crossed. They’d been skipping rocks, talking quietly amongst themselves, though there had been a long pause of silence and it was to be assumed that small amount of time was enough to cause her to fall asleep. He debated on waking her up, but soon backed down from that thought; if she was tired enough to fall asleep out here, on him, then he wasn’t going to deprive her of her much needed sleep. Heaven only knows why she’s so tired and while there wasn’t much he could do for her, this was something that he could.
But for now, dear child of mine,
–sleep.
