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greta / 17 / hufflepuff / quidditch captain. ❤️🗡

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sweater weather | fabian & greta

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the-fabianprewett:

Fabian laughed at her response. He too was looking to get out of the cold and get somewhere warm. His original plan had been to go back to the castle before his pain flared and the trip would be too difficult, but it was obvious Greta had only just made it to Hogsmeade. He didn’t want to spoil her plans, sure she would walk with him back to the castle is he told her that had been his intended destination. Fabian was also reluctant to explain his pain, he hated the looks of pity he received anytime he mentioned it. “Oh, uh, nowhere in particular.” He replied with a wave of his hand. It was a little lie, and he had changed his mind now that Greta was here anyway. “Just sort of wandering around the shops.”

He glanced down the street, where students and parents milled about. He wondered if Greta was just aimlessly wandering too or if there was somewhere she was hoping to go. “I don’t want to impose on any of your plans or anything. I just thought I could walk with you, you know, for a bit. If you wanted. If you don’t that’s fine too.” Fabian shuffled a bit, embarrassed. He sounded so lame. He was normally so much more eloquent than this, but there was something about Greta that had him tongue-tied. He supposed it was her kind demeanor and the way she seemed to listen to him so intently that made him stumble over them. He was known to be the shy Prewett, though he would hardly consider himself shy.

Greta eyed Fabian shyly. There seemed to be something -- festering -- just below the surface, but she did hate to pry. If anything, she attributed his reticence to just the most discernible facet of his personality. “Well I’m willing to go anywhere you want to go!” Greta said, maintaining her light airs. She shivered audibly, then looked down uncomfortably; she didn’t want to force Fabian into anything, she really didn't, but she was rubbish at Heating Spells and the cold was really getting to her.

“Sure!” Greta said quickly and without much thought. She found it rather humorous that Fabian thought she would have plans -- her, really? Her friends had left a bit ago, people she had collected -- or more accurately, people who had collected her. She was pliable, agreeable, really everything anyone decent would want in a friend --- not to mention her tendency to hold her friends and close acquaintances in deity-like reverence. Beginning to follow Fabian’s lead, she turned, looking up at him. “Is there anything you would like to talk about?” Greta had never been the most creative conversationalist, she needed guidance, a launching point; desperately, in his eyes, his visage, she was looking for that very thing.

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WHO: Peter Pettigrew & Anyone WHERE: A relatively empty corridor WHEN: January 6th, Around 2:00pm

Peter had posted up in the hallways. Sometimes he really enjoyed people watching - as long as the people didn’t really know he was there. When he wasn’t with the other guys he seemed to be invisible enough, so he wasn’t particularly out of the way today. People still seemed pretty distraught about that attack he had been told about. Sounded pretty gruesome to him, and man was he glad that he had stayed behind. The Black family matriarchs, murdered! Who in their right mind would go after a family that damn powerful? Maybe that was it. Maybe the attackers weren’t in their right mind. Or maybe they really were trying to insight some kind of war. That definitely wouldn’t do. He had absolutely no chance in a war. He’d die for sure. The thoughts consumed him so much that he jumped about a foot when two, rather ruffled, individuals exited what he had thought to be an empty classroom right next to him. With a shake of his head he looked at the last to exit and laughed. 

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Greta was still very much shaken from the events from a couple of days ago  -- Thorfinn Rowle, she had known what his face looked like, seen him in the halls; if only she had been more friendly, more welcoming, more of the person she strived to be. And the other murders, of Bellatrix’s mother and aunt -- just horrible. She couldn’t stomach it. Wandering aimlessly through the halls, she stopped when she saw Peter. Although they weren’t cannily close, she liked to fancy him her friend. “Peter,” She said, only a smidgen of her former enthusiasm manifest in that one name. “What’s funny?” Turning her head back and forth she couldn’t see anything ridiculous, although she was glad her friend was in a good mood.

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sweater weather | fabian & greta

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the-fabianprewett:

Fabian shook his head. Planning a week out was too soon? Fabian rarely planned more than a few days out at a time, and even that had always been subject to change. “Next week is just fine with me.” He said with a smile. If she had asked him to go now, he would have been tempted but the ache deep in his bones warned him against such an idea. He shivered, the cold air not doing him any good, but did his best to hide it. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but for some reason he didn’t want Greta to see him as the weak, sickly twin most knew him as. It wasn’t just that he was doing so much better, but he wanted to make a better impression. Over the years he had received enough pity, and Greta was nice enough to extend that to him even now. And the worst bit was that she would mean it. Maybe that was why he had jumped at the suggestion of Quidditch. There was no place Fabian felt stronger, or had more confidence than on the Quidditch pitch.

“Hey, where are you headed?” Fabian asked, changing the subject. He noted that she had been walking all alone. Had she walked all the way from the castle on her own? That wouldn’t do. “Can I walk you somewhere? Are you meeting someone?” Fabian stopped himself there. Anymore and he would start to seem nosy. He preferred the term ‘curious’ but definitely didn’t want to give Greta the wrong impression. He also wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye just yet, and figured she shouldn’t have to walk alone.

Greta smiled at him. She didn’t know much about him, but the fact that he was well -- him -- that was enough; even now, she looked down over herself, observing even the most minuscule of movements. She wanted him to know he was liked, and although she would like to be liked in return perhaps that was too much to ask -- although that didn’t seem like that difficult of an object. Every so often, she faltered like when she had collided into Fabian on her merry way in Hogsmeade. But humoring people -- no not humoring, entertaining, accommodating, appreciating -- that was one of the few things she was truly good at. Most of her schoolwork went over her head, and Quidditch was an exercise in effort. Only this came naturally, seemed innate in a fashion.

Hey, where are you headed? Greta was in many ways aimless. She had been asked that question in a hundred and one different ways. Nowhere would’ve been the truest answer, but she was here to please people, that was what her entire semi-corporeal existence had been founded on. Greta didn’t know where to begin without that as her guiding principle. “Hmm, somewhere warm!” She exclaimed. “Where are you going?” She inquired more curiously.

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KHC: Peter, Lucius, Ted

“Oh my, um. I’d kiss Lucius, he’s rather. . . attractive. That leaves Peter -- I’d hug him, he’s a dear friend. And then Ted, why I’d cuddle with him for sure! I just hope Andromeda would be alright with it.”

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HON: Fabian

“Oh! I mean, hot I suppose. He looks just like Gideon so he must be hot, right? Yes, hot, hot! It’s kind of strange to think of him that way, as he’s well, a friend. I can say that objectively, though, yes?”

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TOT: fabian or alecto

“Fabian. . . or Alecto. . . I-I don’t know I love them both so much, Fabian is just my dearest friend but Alecto is, Alecto is. . .” Wringing her hands, Greta looked away. “Both!! No, I can’t pick, I refuse. Both.”

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kol-calamity:

Send me characters and I’ll answer.

FMK fuck marry kill (with three names)

KHC kiss hug cuddle (with three names)

HON hot or not? 

TOT this or that?

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sweater weather | fabian & greta

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the-fabianprewett:

Quidditch held a special place in Fabian’s heart. It was his greatest challenge, his passion, and his freedom. In his years at Hogwarts, anytime he was feeling up to it, he was outside on a broom practicing. Being cooped up in his bed or in the Hospital Wing so often, physical activity was often few and far between so he had rarely let an opportunity pass him by. Quidditch had made him stronger, gave him the chance to move and to make friends. It allowed him the chance to live. “I think that’s a great idea.” Fabian agreed with a smile. It didn’t take any twisting his arm to get him to agree, though he had to admit he was excited to practice with Greta. He normally stuck to practicing with fellow Gryffindors, but a change of pace would be nice. “I’m not so good at scheduling things. Is there a time that works best for you?” Until this year, each day was a surprise to Fabian health-wise so making plans in advance was almost pointless. Now that he could, he wasn’t quite sure how it was done, but he liked the prospect of making plans and actually keeping them for once.

Quidditch had never been anything but another form of escape for Greta. When she wasn’t dolled up in her mother’s jewels on one of the many occasions she was absent from their flat, she was in the country, flying on a broom, also belonging to her mother. Everything in her life had always been her mother’s first and foremost, and Greta was merely a poor facsimile. While her mother was brash and domineering, a dominatrix through and through, lips painted with red poison, Greta was always nervous, always too earnest, always “too bloody kind”. Quidditch was one of the few areas that for Greta her hard work paid off. Always good with people. Even throughout the whispers that circulated about her, about her being too easy, too open, she had risen and become Captain. Many still met her with disdain -- but that was nothing the right smile and some kind words couldn’t fix, was it? Like a fly she had been drawn to various webs, most notably the spider known as Alecto. She had thought that Alecto had liked her too much, and now, five years later, she was aching for her to like her more. Fabian didn’t have the makings of a spider, however -- it was refreshing, really. In truth, such people who spoke with carefreeness, she felt drawn to them. Yet there was also an allure in the impossible.

                    / / / The compass of destiny, its needle moves round, and round, and round. Past Sage -- you never had the makings for that, did you, poor thing -- and then round a view times. It lands briefly on Zealot -- but you are so flighty, so mercurial, no, no -- to Saint -- naturally not, you have the heart of a hummingbird, your mind an empty golden chest. Flick, flick. It stops on Fool, and there it shall remain forevermore. / / /

“Plans, plans,” Greta said, ruminatively, once again grounded. “I have an awful memory, you know, awful. Next week isn’t too soon, is it?” She asked. For some reason, she was awfully eager to begin. Quidditch was something she knew she would not falter in, would not disappoint. It was also for the good of the team -- the Ravenclaw win was simply luck, as she had tried to get dear Ludo to understand. They needed to improve themselves quickly for the next game. Everyone was fair, but some were fairer, and Fabian was one of the latter group. It would be a joy to practice with him; besides, she wanted to have her be in his eyes, she wanted so badly for him to like her. Not as she liked Alecto or she had liked the Muggle boy in the flat above them in her childhood, but as she liked Dirk or Charity or Pinky. As much as Greta ached to humor people, she was always somewhat apprehensive of Gideon, he was so unpredictable. Fabian, on the other hand, was like a warm hearth or a hot cup of tea at Madam Puddifoot’s. Greta did have her bouts of gullibility, of idealism, knee-deep in a rose-colored daydream, but she could sense something right about Fabian. What, precisely? Why, she would learn.

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porcelain | fabian, greta, and alecto

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italectxcarrxw:

“Watch it Greta!” Fabian warned, sending a disarming charm toward the wizard who had attempted to stun her. Normally, Fabian preferred to stick with defensive spells until just the right moment. He wasn’t so bad at dueling, he had a mind for strategy, but he couldn’t afford to take a hit. When dueling alongside Gideon, his brother usually took more of the offensive role, Fabian the defense. They made a good team. Now that Fabian had a cure, he did have more stamina and on a good day, he might have been able to take a hit. Unfortunately today his muscles already screamed, his bones ached with the cold and he feared a hit could send him over the edge. They couldn’t afford that at the moment.

Fabian never thought he would be grateful to fight alongside Alecto Carrow. For that matter, he never imagined that they would fight on the same side in anything, but he had to admit she was quite a force.  Her spells were violent, and relentless but it made up for Fabian’s preference for defensive spells and Greta’s lack of experience. “Focus Greta. Come on, you can do it. Yeah! That’s it!” He said encouragingly as her spell hit it’s mark. “Stay focused, we’re not done here.” Fabian warned, gesturing to the other wizards clad in white.

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Alecto’s eyes glittered with malevolence as she witnessed Grindelwald’s Army begin to descend upon Hogsmeade, beginning to rain upon its inhabitants with various spells, a cruel smirk appearing upon her lips as she snarled at the way they begun to encounter her with spells. Glancing briefly around her surroundings she rolled her eyes as she realised who she was surrounded with - such incompetence. It seemed that she would be the one who would have to unfortunately have to protect to others who were unexperienced with the art of War, meaning that she would have to dance her way through this battle to be successful. It was rather unfortunate neither Amycus nor Bella were with her. It would have been the perfect opportunity to play around with the new spells they had been experimenting with.

Alas she was instead confined with two irritating individuals which meant she would have to change her spells accordingly, meaning she couldn’t use the unforgivable curses in front of them. At least it meant she would be able to hone her skills upon her wordless and wandless spells as she outwardly cast some more appropriate spells and curses. As she began to easily cast away at the masked figures, she began to laugh cruelly at the way they began to fall at her offensive spells as she relentlessly began to use their rocky surroundings to effectively maim them permanently.

However as she briefly began to become distracted by her little pet’s continued questions, she began to cast a shield spell as she smirked at the way Fabian began to encourage her. It was a pity that she wouldn’t last long in the coming battles, with her lack of experience and spell knowledge. She did enjoy playing with Greta. “Keep out of my way and I’ll clear a pathway to the castle. Prewett protect Catchlove and help her with shielding.” She replied shortly as she shifted to hex another white robed figure who decided to prey upon them since they were Hogwarts students. How fatal that mistake would be. “Sectumsempra!” She cast, watching with morbid fascination at the way the man fell so easily as she cut across from his neck to his lower ribcage, the blood beginning to marr the white fabric of his robe. Many would fall that day, and Grindelwald’s Army would rue the day they had decided to attack.

Greta was still in a state of soft shock -- stunned, glancing around absentmindedly. She caught sight of a moth from the ashes of something -- she didn’t care to dwell upon that thought too long -- new life. A new beginning. As trite as it sounded, it was enough for her to raise her chin slightly. “Thank you!” Greta yelled as she swiftly dodged the Stunning Spell. It was almost exhilarating, as terror-inducing as the situation was; Greta knew she was no dancer, she could only dodge so long, and her Shield Charms were rather shoddy.  Holding up her wand, she murmured Protego without confidence and the offensive spell from one of the villains slowed before passing through the barrier and flew just under her elbow. Wringing her hands, she attempted another Shield Charm. It was halfway successful, covering just barely her and no one else. 

Not in any of her most fanciful, farfetched dreams had Greta conceived of an occurrence like this. One of her close friends and Quidditch partners and well --- whatever Alecto was, something tumultuous and deadly and alluring -- together! This would do for some wonderful bonding, although a wave of worry passed over her, realizing she couldn’t protect them, much less herself. Not that they needed it really, they were both fantastic wixen. Greta’s eyes brightened at Fabian’s encouragement. She could kiss him on the cheek, she was so ecstatic.

Alecto was always erudite, and now was no exception -- her eyes flickering in the Slytherin’s direction at her words, she nodded frantically. “Sounds good, Alecto!!”  Her words of inspiration, if they could be called that, had invigorated Greta utterly and completely. Abruptly, the shield shimmered and fell. She hated being a burden on someone else, so she was loath to ask for help, but when a sudden curse flew towards her she screamed, covering her mouth immediately afterward, just hoping she could dodge it.

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sweater weather | fabian & greta

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the-fabianprewett:

“You’re not clumsy!” He countered, thinking back to that incredible leap she made on the Quidditch Pitch in Hufflepuff’s win against Ravenclaw. “At least, not on a broom.” He amended with a smile. She was a fantastic player, really. Fabian laughed and rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’ll admit I hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.” He admitted, trying to think of something. “Buying you something is out then, but I tend to lean toward favors anyway. Kindnesses, I guess. Name your price?” It was uncreative, he knew, but Fabian had discovered over the years that the best way to make someone happy was to simply as them what made them so. That is what he wanted to do, after all.

“On a broom. . .” Greta said, putting a finger to her chin in contemplation. It was true Greta didn’t succeed at much, and had little to nothing to her name, but at least she was a decent Quidditch player.  Was it really talent, though? Greta attributed it mostly to instinct, as that was all her much-lauded move in the Ravenclaw v. Hufflepuff game had been to her. She still felt particular sympathy for Regulus, as Slytherins, while fine people, had an unforgiving facet to them. Pity, really! Maybe with Fabian, one of Gryffindor’s famed beaters, she could improve and maybe attain a shred of that elusive specter, Talent, and benefit someone else in the process. “What about we practice together? On the pitch?” Greta suggested brightly. “I have a lot of room to improve, and maybe it’ll be fun!”

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sweater weather | fabian & greta

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the-fabianprewett:

Fabian trudged through the snow back to the castle, his hands buried deep in his pockets trying to keep them warm. His gloves were still damp from his snowball fight with his nephews earlier which made them useless against the cold. His head down, he watched his boots crunch through the snow, his footprints adding to the multitude of others tracing the route from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts. Shivering, Fabian felt an ache settle deep in his bones and cursed under his breath. He was getting spoiled with how good he felt on a daily basis now, and he was frustrated knowing he would have to rest today or feel worse tomorrow.

Fabian startled at the collision, the sudden jolt back to reality tearing him from his thoughts, his hand reached out to steady the other person. “Sorry! Sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going!” He apologized before realizing who it was that he had run into. “No, no, Greta, really it’s fine. It was my fault.” He said with a laugh. Greta was kind, almost to a fault, and Fabian knew people were cruel enough to take advantage of that kindness. “I’ve had enough butterbeer for one day.” Fabian added, thinking back to his run in with Remus at the Three Broomsticks. “Besides, I should be the one to make it up to you.” It had merely been a harmless run-in, certainly not worthy of such guilt or repayment but Fabian could tell she found it a bigger deal than he did and he wanted to make sure she knew it was alright.

“It wasn’t your fault! I’m awfully clumsy, you know, it’s a tragedy. . . “ Greta looked down, her eyes darting about nervously. Fabian was a softer rendition of Gideon -- she wanted to brush her hand against his jaw. She pushed that unwanted thought away, however, hearing him continue. “Really?” Greta asked, startled, furrowing her brow. “You don’t have to do that! How would you make it up to me, though? Don't buy me anything --” She said, blushing. “-- I already have a fair amount of loans to pay back to my friends.” Greta considered him. She had only ever separated him from his brother for his softer personality, and known affliction -- sympathy washed over her at the very thought.

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porcelain | fabian, greta, and alecto

who: @the-fabianprewett and @itsalectxcarrxw

where: hogsmeade

when: january 4th, slightly past noon

Greta wasn’t in Duelling Club, she didn’t ache for adventure, really she wanted no more than  looking into the eyes into someone that loved her back; she would much rather be huddled up in the Hufflepuff Common Room with her friends than outside in the cold fighting for her life. And yet -- yet---

“Fabian, what’s -- what’s --” Greta stuttered in confusion, botching a Protego and having to duck from a Stunning Spell, just barely. “Are you both alright?” 

She screamed as another skull-faced man shot a Stinging Hex their way, and she felt her hand begin to shake, feeling small welts begin to collect over it. Dropping her wand, Greta picked it up with her other hand, shaking. “Why are you doing this?” She cried at one of their attackers, again not succeeding in casting a Protego Totalus spell. All around them, it was utter chaos -- students and parents ran, pursued by these mysterious white-robed figures -- their insignia was vaguely familiar, Greta thought -- and some of them fell, twitching.

At least Alecto was here; Greta had never seen her in battle, and she was truly a sight to behold. Stunning, terrifying, a sable Eris with teeth and all. “Alecto-- do you know what’s --” Greta attempted to ask, still utterly lost. In a snapping movement, she Stupefied an oncoming man -- or was it woman, she oughtn’t assume should she -- and clapped her hands together in excitement. “I did it!” Greta’s wall of optimism was beginning to grow cracks, however; and there were no obvious places for them to escape without exposing themselves totally. “What do we do?” She asked, her happiness shifting to sheer fear.

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sweater weather | fabian & greta

The sky was speckled with clouds, but it was mostly gray, colorless. Gazing up at it Greta had the stirrings of introspection, but they died quickly. Her hands opened and closed in her knitted mittens, idly, grasping for nothing, feeling nothing. She hated being alone. Turning about wildly, a sea of faces and voices threatened to overwhelm her. She had always been kind, but what for? She had no one, nothing, she was a mere seedling in the vast cosmos without a viable piece of land. Greta, you will learn someday that kindness is for the weak, the disembodied voice of her mother said in her mind. 

Chaos is not quiet. Slip a quiet dagger in people while you can. The world will eat you up. . .  

                                              A thousand aphorisms, warnings, every bit of faux sageness served on a silver platter from her mother that Greta had fought against, gathered like moths in her mind. Greta shook her head wildly in vain, trying to dispel them. She stumbled backwards, fully colliding into someone. Opening her mouth as if gasping for breath, she jerked back when it turned out to be Fabian Prewett. “Oh, Fabian! I’m so, so sorry.” She said quickly, her breath coming out in small gasps, manifest in the cold air. “I would buy you a butterbeer, but --” Her hand reached instinctively for her nearly empty purse. A few Knuts was all that remained; she would have to Owl her mother again, play the placid daughter, and she would receive the response with shaking hands, accompanied by a paltry amount of currency. “I’ll make it up to you, I-I swear.” Greta couldn’t think of anyway she could, really, but she had a feeling of urgency pounding in her chest.

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gardenofevans:

“Oh!” Lily exclaimed in response to the other girl’s question, taking a moment to think. “I think I’m going to try to listen to others more. And figure out what I’m doing after graduation, I suppose.” The redhead gave a small shrug. It was bizarre to think that her time at Hogwarts was ending so soon. “What about you?”

Greta looked at Lily, blinking. Those were especially erudite goals -- but what did she expect from Hogwarts’ Head Girl? She covered up her confusion with an effusive giggle. “I don’t know,”  Greta said. For my mother to love me. For Alecto to love me. For anybody to love me, she thought. “A new pair of heels would be nice!”

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gardenofevans:

“I am, yeah.” Lily nodded in Greta’s direction, before shaking her head slightly, smiling at the other girl as she let out a small laugh. “Greta, it’s fine. Muggles can be strange, but so can wizards. It’s part of life, isn’t it?” She saw the other girl searching around the room, and wondered who she was trying to avoid. “Happy New Year, by the way,” She finally said, trying to pull the other girl’s attention back to the conversation.

“Yes, you’re right! It’s all perspective.” Greta said hurriedly. The reminder of the imminent new year had her beaming “Yes! Can you believe it?” Alecto was nowhere to be found as she glanced around one last time, incurring a cocktail fo emotions in her gut: relief, sadness, anxiety. “Do you have any resolutions for the new year, Lily?” 

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“She wants something. Something that doesn’t exist. She wants something to counter hopelessness. She wants the wondrous thing, The star hidden behind the stars.”

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greta catchlove moodboard

“Your lips were dew-kissed rose petals, I couldn’t bear to disturb.”