𝓹𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝓶𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮

+ stumbled his way through a near-decade of feelings that he'd spent so long trying to convince himself were all borne of some acrid vein of hate. Was it hatred, then, to slant a gentle, longing gaze across a face he knew better than his own? Had he found himself desperate to +

+ before, and 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩." Pursed lips steel around his next words, blond brow furrowed, as though merely wishing it with enough fervent desperation might stop him from cracking his chest cavity open and exposing the beating, aching heart that lied beneath it all. These +

You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love till it kills you both.

he said, ‘who am I and who are you and who are we? what's our situation, do we have some time for us?’

+ ground, and back once more, as nerves the likes of which he'd never felt before threatened to overcome him. Luckily, stars above, it doesn't quite come to Draco attempting to claw himself out of a verbal hole that he would also, subsequently, be digging and pushing himself +

Asleep or awake, I dream of you all the same.

Let’s wander off together, and never find our way back.

Achilles was looking at me. “Your hair never quite lies flat, here.“ He touched my head, just behind my ear. “I don't think I've ever told you how I like it.“