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❝ In the beginning, we held the universe in our mouths and stardust dripped bloody from our lips. We were celestial and we were hungry and we were magic. In the beginning, we loved like monsters, splitting our bones wide open, setting our broken bodies on fire, licking poison from our wrists. We were hollow and we were titans and we were terrible. In the beginning, we reveled in our unholiness, in the freedom of our sins. We never asked for forgiveness and the world burned and burned and burned. We were wild and we were wide-eyed and we were forgotten. We will rebuild the kingdom out of teeth. ❞ Danielle. twenty one years young. Ravenclaw '76. l o s t. alive. free.

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Danielle, I'm serious, please tell me the Prophet was wrong. -Caspar

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Please reply, this isn't funny Danielle. -Caspar

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Is this a joke? -Caspar

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Danielle couldn’t help but laugh at Dawn’s impatience; the seldom heard sound still no more than a throaty chuckle. Her eyes caught on her partner’s and she winked, coy for all her worth. “Whatever, hmm?” eyebrows arched in challenge as Danielle’s leg unwrapped from around Dawn’s thigh, one hand under her shirt but the other fixing her clothes as if nothing were amiss. She manage to maintain a casual expression even as her fingers seized Dawn’s wrist, bringing her hand up to her mouth, mouth latching onto the slim digits and tasting the evidence of her own arousal, her gaze not abandoning Dawn’s for a single moment. Despite the brakes she had hit on their steamy affair, the space between them remained undeniably charged, still. “Mm,” she nipped at the pad of Dawn’s thumb, mirth dancing in her eyes as she turned, dragging the girl along with her, scooping up her bag from the floor when she withdrew it from where she had been fondling the brunette’s breast. “I plan to, babe.”

She knew this university like the back of her hand. Therefore, Danielle knew exactly where they were. It took her absolutely no time at all to tug Dawn down the hall and to open the door to a classroom, at random, nudging her inside before shutting it, not bothering with a lock since she was too busy tugging the pretty girl to the table she was sure her psychology professor had been grading assignments on last week. Her smirk was almost as devilish as the glint in her blue eyes when she plopped her bag down on the table she had cornered Dawn against. “Still think you can handle it?” Danielle asked her, tone almost mocking.

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What is it we’re doing, exactly?

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I think you’re more interested in me than you’d like me to believe.

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I said I was losing interest. Not that I wanted to.

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What do you know about Chem trails?

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The hair’s getting in your way.

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Jealous?

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Her breath came out in a gasp the moment Dawn’s fingers made the first breach, hips grinding into it, everything going white. “Fuck I-- Oh,” Danielle panted against her neck, leg hooking around Dawn’s thigh, spreading herself wider for her. Her own hand stilled between Dawn’s legs, just to drive her crazy, doing it in a completely different way than the one Dawn had decided to roll with. She let herself revel in ecstasy while Dawn worked her up, not bothering to hold back as needy sounds rubbed her throat raw, all for the girl who earned them. Anyone else could be damned.

She was close -- so close so fast -- that she pulled back. Danielle’s head fell back against the wall, hips still writhing, and her eyes squeezed shut whilst she tried to get a handle on herself. “Not like this,” she said, voice a darker version of its usual pitch. “I want to do something else to you,” Danielle practically purred, hand moving out of Dawn’s shorts and climbing up her torso with the teasing trail of her bright blue fingernails, thumb flicking at her taut nipple through the insignificant material of her garment. Her teeth grazed Dawn’s earlobe, hips stuttering against hers in filthy circles, whispering, “Are you going to let me?”

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Rarely.

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Dawn’s touch was stimulating enough to make her hand dip lower without much preamble; slow, but sure of every inch she lingered on. It was hard to not pause, though, as the brunette toyed with her breast. Of course Danielle bucked into her hold; she saw no aim in pretending that she didn’t want Dawn when her damp knickers were saying otherwise. The smirk she could feel only made Danielle’s head tilt back, a surefire sign, a silent more.

One hands fingers twisted themselves in soft brunette strands, tugging Dawn’s head back to return the favour, replacing Dawn’s peppering of kisses with sucks that were sure to morph into bruises later. Had her eyes been open, they would have rolled back into her head when the brunette’s digits finally granted some treasured friction. “Yes,” her groan loud and echoing in the empty hall. Her own fingers settled on their desired destination as the sound scraped past her kiss-swollen lips, circles drawn against Dawn’s clitoris ready to own what they were touching. “More,” she murmured into her collarbone, nipping at the skin under it mischievously.

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What do you know about Chem trails?

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Really?

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Really.

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Isn’t that how genes work?

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I'm not really a Peakes, Sawyer.

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Thank fuck.

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Okay, we’re set. I got the glue. Grab those scissors, too, actually. I have my knife, but you should have something sharp. Okay. Let’s go.

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Plus whatever it is you do.

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Whatever I do doesn’t really have anything to do with the genes.

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---There. Grab a few; we’re on an adventure.

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What do you know about Chem trails?

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That and really cool papers on the affect of the Vietnam War on Southern Vietnamese architecture.

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