His Bunny! (AU)

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

In Dreams We Enter A World That’s Entirely Our Own ….

The all to familiar rage was building within her again, she could feel it running through her veins, it was burning hot, she felt like her blood was boiling as it coursed through her body. She wanted to hurt, to maim, to kill. That was strongly counteracted with the lust that was pulling at her loins, she was desperate for him, she needed him, she kissed Phoebus deeply, biting and snapping at his lip, snarling into their kiss. She moved against him as she straddled him, arching her back as she ground her body into his. She craved him, she wanted him, every inch of her body was yearning for him.

She screamed suddenly as she felt a sharp pain cut across her shoulders, it was like the skin was being pulled so tight across her shoulder blades she swore it would rip open. She tried to reach and look behind her, struggling to feel what was happening, the skin was pulsating, it was tearing, she could swear it was splitting open. Her fingers felt like they were going to break, like the bones were going to snap. It was as if her nail beds were on fire. She screamed again as another bout of rage tore through her, she began scratching at Phoebus, but it was more than normal, she wanted to hurt him, to kill him, to rip the flesh from his bones. She couldn’t stop herself, the rage was consuming her, she tried to think straight, she tried to control herself, but she couldn’t. She tore at him, getting more and more violent, screaming and snarling at him.

[her-phe-bear]

theodore-x-nott

Theodore shrugged, “Well yes she gets some shit for being my best friend, but not as much as she’d get if she was - well - more than that.” He gulped, “Yes she fights for me because she’s my friend, the same way I would fight for her, or you guys. Plenty of the girls have money and a name, that isn’t the issue, of course I know she doesn’t think about any of those things. But I also know she doesn’t think about anything with me, just being friends, she’s not like the others, she’s different.” He sighed deeply, “Well I don’t intend on ‘doing away with her’ the whole point is I don’t want to lose her from my life. It’s not about giving up before I’ve started, it’s not that at all. If I had feelings - which I don’t - but if I did, she doesn’t feel the same so it would ruin our friendship and I don’t want to live with that.” He said solemnly

Phoebus leaned his face on his hand, shaking his head slowly. The poor boy was incredibly insecure for the amount of praise he receives. It was sad, really, to see him struggle like this. Mia was convinced, and she knew Theodore better than anyone else, that they were both in denial of their feelings. “Doesn’t she live like, a million miles away? You barely hear from her over the summers or break. Do you think you’ll just be pen pals after Hogwarts? You’ll have your own lives, marriages, children, responsibilities… I’m not trying to depress you mate, I promise I’m not. But… come on, It’s me, I know you, why are you denying it? You’re Theodore fucking Nott! Posterboy for the aristocracy! you could have any girl you want. Why is she so different? Because you like her.” He shrugged, surveying the boys expression. 

[theodore-x-nott]

“She lives in Morocco, that is hardly far with the use of magic, we can floo or disapperate to one another. Yes, I fully intend to keep her in my life after Hogwarts, why wouldn’t I? She is one of my closes friends, I have no intention of throwing that away just because we no longer attend school together.” He shrugged. Theodore’s face dropped as Phoebus mentioned marriage and children, he didn’t particularly want to think of him doing such things, let alone her. “Well you’re doing a good job at depressing me, you know my father is already on about me marrying someone and settling down, if he has his way I shall be married by the time I am sixteen. Him and mother were wed at sixteen and so must I.” He groaned, “I am trying to convince him to let me wait until after school but so far no luck. We’re already having to discuss potential candidates. I am twelve almost thirteen and I have to think upon marriage? Even if I did like her, how do I even start anything with her? Oh, hi, not only will this totally fuck up our friendship, but in about three years my father is going to force me to marry.” Theodore groaned loudly, placing his face down onto the table.

[her-phe-bear]

Phe let him speak. shaking his head slowly as he watched him realize all the thing Phoebus already knew “And what–you think she doesn’t have the same coming at her? If she’s from a family worth your time, then she certainly is, all of us are getting it. My parents married straight out of school. I think the only reason I’m not betrothed already is because they know she’s not going to be taken away from her father’s clutches.” he jerked his head towards Mia. “I do know it’s a shitty thing to think about so far ahead–but if there’s someone you feel so strongly about, from a good family, and you already get along so well…why is that so far out reality to actually ask all that? Ask her if she’s had the conversation with her parents about it–as her friend–and see what she says. It’ll just come across like you’re confiding in her and giving her the chance to do the same” he shrugged. “You think your father wont like her as someone for you to be with?” he asked after a pause, his brow furrowing. 

[theodore-x-nott]

Theodore laughed out loud, then began chuckling deeply, unable to stop himself, eventually he sighed and rubbed his eyes, “Oh mate, I needed that, fuck, thanks. Do you really believe your parents haven’t betrothed you is because of Mia? We both know they will never let you marry her, oh fuck the thought of your fathers face is just, it’s priceless.” He chuckled once more, “The thing is, it isn’t even just your family that won’t allow it, neither will her father.” He sobered, shaking his head, “Like, I hate to break it to you, but, you’re just as fucked as I am.” He nudged him, “We’re all fucked, the joy of being part of the aristocracy I suppose, at least we have more money than we know what to do with to take the edge off hmm? Oh, and supposedly this poison as well.” He said, taking another sip of his drink and wincing as it burnt his throat once more. “I don’t know, that’s a bit fucking suspicious isn’t it? Hey Ana buddy, hey pal, so, have your parents spoken to you about your forced marriage yet? Do you maybe want to be forced into marriage with me? You know, your friend, like come on, that is fucking wild, I can’t even imagine talking to her about that.” He groaned, letting his head fall back to look up at the ceiling.

[her-phe-bear]

“Fuck off” he rolled his eyes, shoving Theodore as the boy laughed, though not properly upset. He knew Theodore was right anyway. So he leaned back in his seat and sulked until the boy was finished telling him all of the reasons why he will end up with an unhappy life. “what I mean, is that the second I’m betrothed to anyone, Mia will find a way to kill her before I have a chance to open my mouth. My parents aren’t daft, they must know she at least likes me,they must remember all the things from our childhood.” He sighed, happy that the conversation returned to. Theodore’s own little conundrum. “I think you’d need to be a bit more fucking subtle about it, but yes.” He laughed. “You can talk to her about your dad trying to get you betrothed and ask her if she’s got a similar situation… I swear it’ll be a miracle if you manage getting a girlfriend, let alone this girl you’re giving zero chance to.” He shook his head, regarding him for a moment. “Just stop worrying so much, Mia says this girl likes you, just…you know, go for it” he shrugged, gesturing vaguely.

[theodore-x-nott]

“Well at least you have Mia to kill them all for you sl you certainly won’t get stuck with one you don’t like.” Theodore chuckled. Hey, I could have any number of girlfriends, should I wish, boyfriends to for that matter.” Theodore retorted, sticking his tongue out at Phoebus. “Mia is hardly an endorsement for someone’s feelings. She would say any girl likes me if I said I liked them, and she’d make sure they did because she’d break their legs if they disagreed and that would just be the start.” Theodore laughed, shaking his head.

[her-phe-bear]

“I mean, that’s one way to look at it, sure” he agreed, though he shook his head. He laughed as the boy continued, “right yes, but I meant one you actually like and don’t just want to snog behind a tapestry somewhere” he shot back with a grin. “I’d give you that, but she’s friends with her isn’t she, and shed tell you the truth if you really asked. “Such deprecating talk from the most eligible young aristocrat” he mocked, giving his best Rita skeeter impression.

[theodore-x-nott]

Theodore rolled his eyes and groaned loudly as Phoebus teased him. He sneered at Phoebus’s impression of Rita Skeeter.

“Don’t, that fucking woman will be the death of me. The shit that she writes should be enough to turn people against me but apparently not. The way she leers at me as well, it’s sickening. It just makes the girls want to be with me so they can be ‘famous’ it’s disgusting and tacky.” He snarled, taking another long sip from his glass and sighed heavily, “Why can’t anything just be easy? Why does everything have to be so difficult? It should be easy, we’re disgustingly rich, we should have the world at our feet, instead of trying to navigate this madness.”

Though he quickly sobered as he pondered his friends words regarding Ana. 

“That’s the very cusp of the problem though isn’t it? We’re friends, she is so dear to me, what if you’re wrong and she doesn’t like me back? I ruin all and any hopes of friendship if this blows up in my face.” Theodore sighed, ruffling his hair anxiously. “ I just don’t think I can bear to risk it.” He muttered softly, wrapping his arms around himself as though he was suddenly aware of how vulnerable he was feeling.

[her-phe-bear]

Phe rested his elbow on the table, tucking his chin on his hand, “I wonder if normal people have these problems.” He mused, sighing a little. “Well, let’s hope that Moroccan bird you fancy, actually fancies you back. And maybe when you actually grow a pair big enough to tell her how you feel, you might get to find out,” he grinned, though he did pat the boy’s shoulder as he sobered.

“You’re so funny you know, because you’re the first bloke to talk about being the hottest motherfucker alive. And then sit here and say she might not like you. If anything you’d be saving her from whatever arrangement her family is trying to plan. As we all are…” though his statement started lighthearted, his last phrase kind of sobered him.

He patted his mate’s shoulder once more, giving it a small squeeze “Hey, stop it. Also, in the handful of times I’ve seen this girl around you, she’s fucking smitten, the pair of you are making eyes at each other constantly.” He chuckled.

“Speaking of madness…” He looked at Mia’s sleeping form for a lingering moment “We need to wake her eventually, I can send for you in the morning if you’d like? Or do you want me to set up a room for you? I don’t think she’d do nicely with you being in here when she wakes up, she’ll be upset I told you any of this…”

[theodore-x-nott]

“If, and this is a terribly big if, but if I decide to tell her how I feel and she doesn’t feel the same and it blows up in my face. Well, I am holding you and Mia personally responsible and I shan’t be held liable for my following actions. Are you still so sure, so willing to risk it all?” Theodore said, sneering at Phoebus for a moment.

Theodore shrugged, “Just because I am hot, and I am hot.” Theodore said flexing his muscles, “I mean, just look at this.” He chucked, “It doesn’t mean she likes me, we have a really close friendship, surely if she liked me like that she’d have said something? You and Mia never shut up about how all the girls want me, you’re saying she makes eyes at me, well she doesn’t, she’s never said a single word about it, surely that tells us all we need to know?” He asked, genuinely curious as to why Phoebus and Mia didn’t see things the way he did.

Theodore’s heart sank as Phoebus spoke, at the mention of Mia he turned to look upon her once more, “I’m not leaving, I want to be here when she wakes, but you’re right, she probably doesn’t want to see me the second she wakes.” Theodore chuckled, “I will take a room, I want you to come get me once she’s awake though, ok? Promise me? Now matter what she says! We’re in this together, remember, you can’t do this on your own, nor do you have to.” Theodore said, squeezing Phoebus’s shoulder comfortingly. “You sure you’re ok to be alone? I can stay a while longer if you need?”

[her-phe-bear]

Phoebus let out a big “Hah!” At theodore’s comment, “your actions? Like crying and eating ice cream with Mia and my sister?”

As Theodore started flexing, his laughter only continued. He held his palms out at the boy, looking away as he continued to laugh. “you’re ridiculous… listen, if she lets you down we’ll line up all the other girls—and boys—whatever—that do like you and you can just pick whoever once you like the most” he grinned wide, though he let his cheeky expression fade as Theodore continued.

“Well I’ll put it this way, you also haven’t said anything to her about it and you’re constantly waxing poetic about her to Mia and me.” He leaned back in his chair as he shrugged slowly. “But what do I know. I’m just your best mate….”

The mood decidedly shifted and his smile faded altogether, Pheobus nodded as Theodore made his choice. A humourless chuckle left him as he made him promise “yes, yes, I promise. I’ll send for you when shes awake.” He stood then, stretching his hands high above his head, yawning deeply. “I’ll be okay, you know I’ll be out like Nox when I hit that pillow” he jerked his head at the space next to Mia on the bed. “You get some rest, do you…do you need anything?” He asked, his tone soft. Phoebus knew his sleeping issues were a touchy subject, but he wanted to make sure his friend was actually going to sleep…

[theodore-x-nott]

Theodore felt his heart lurch as Phoebus spoke, though Phoebus didn’t say it, Theodore knew the intention behind the request. He didn’t often speak of such things, he certainly couldn’t allow himself to even think of such things now, not with all of this going on, he needed to focus. 

“I, um, no, it’s ok, I’ll have my elf sort everything for me.” Theodore stuttered, unsure how to navigate the sensitive subject. 

“Now which room do you want me to use? I don’t want to be too far away in case you need me.” Theodore asked, wishing to change the subject. 

[her-phe-bear]

Phoebus cleared his throat, “Yeah uh, alright.” He grumbled, the room suddenly feeling too small and cramped. he fetched his elf, “get the room next door ready, and get Theodore’s elf to help you.”

He bade the boy goodnight, taking a deep breath before giving him a brief hug. “I hope you get some rest mate…” he spoke seriously, though let it dissipate after a small moment.

After he was sure Theodore was settled, he sunk down onto the bed next to Mia. After staring at the wall for… well, he didn’t know how long, he changed out of his clothes, and crashed into the pillow.

~*~*~

The morning came sooner than he’d expected it to, and he groaned as he sat up, blinking rapidly at the damned sliver to light being let in between the two thick velvet curtains. He turned to Mia, still asleep, and groaned once more. How was he supposed to convince her to go to hospital…how was Theodore supposed to bring any of this up to his dad when they barely understand it themselves? He rubbed his eyes, needing to get a hold of himself before Mia woke up—she’ll have a million questions of her own and they couldn’t both be in a flap, it wouldn’t help matters at all.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

For a few blissful hours, there had been nothing. Only darkness, no dreams, no memories, no screaming and most importantly, no pain.

The dreamless sleep potion had worked perfectly, it wrapped around her mind like a thick velvet, heavy and merciful.

It dragged her under so completely that even the darkness felt soft, empty and safe.

But potions can’t last forever and reality always returns to smack you full force.

Somewhere deep inside her, something shifted. The velvet began to thin.

At first it was only a ripple in the dark, a faint pulse beneath the quiet.

Then the pulse became heat, a tremor, a crack splintering through the false stillness.

Her breathing changed. The nothingness began to feel fragile.Too thin.Too shallow.

The potion was wearing off and something was waiting beneath it.

The heat rushed up all at once. It detonated.

There was no gentle waking, no drifting toward consciousness. The rage surged up from wherever it had been trapped, violent and immediate, exploding through her veins like a liquid fire. Her heart slammed violently against her ribs. Her skin tightened. Her jaw clenched so hard it hurt. She tasted metal. It was happening again.

Her shoulders burned first. Not an ache, not a pull, a tearing. She tried to gasp, but the air felt thick and wrong, like she was breathing through smoke. The skin across her shoulder blades stretched so tight she was certain it would split open. There was pressure beneath it. Pulsing. Expanding. Forcing its way out.

She clawed at herself, desperate to feel what was happening back there. Her fingers felt brittle, fragile, like the bones inside them were about to snap. Her nails throbbed, fire trapped beneath each bed.

She screamed.

The sound that came out didn’t sound human. Another violent surge of rage ripped through her, hotter and sharper than the last, and suddenly she wasn’t in control of her body anymore.

She was moving, lunging, at Phoebus, her Phoebus, without remembering the decision to do so. She only knew she needed to hurt something. To tear, to destroy.

Her hands struck him. Scratched. Ripped.

She felt his skin give beneath her nails and it satisfied something so ugly and starving deep inside her. She snarled, teeth bared, vision fractured, frayed and red at the edges. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t stop. There was only the overwhelming need to end, to shred, to make someone else feel what she felt.

Then, suddenly, everything was instantly and totally black,

The world dropped away like a trapdoor had opened beneath her. She fell, deeper, and deeper, everything became darker.

She wasn’t with Phoebus anymore. She wasn’t anywhere.

And then, a voice, panicked, cracked.

Her mother! The sound echoed like it was underwater, warped, distant.

Mia turned, disoriented,her body heavy and insubstantial at the same time. The air around her was thick, hazy, like smoke billowing through a room she couldn’t quite see.

Then through the smoke, she saw them.

Not as herself, but as something outside of herself, watching.

Her mother was holding a child. No, not just a child, holding her.

Baby Mia was pressed against her mother’s chest, tiny fists tangled in fabric.

Her father stood in front of them, rigid, face half-shadowed. They were shouting. She could see their mouths moving, their faces scrunched, throats straining, but the sound was wrong. Muffled and twisted, like a recording that had been slowed too far.

Mia moved closer. She still couldn’t hear them. Her mother’s face was wet with tears. Desperate. Sad in a way that felt bottomless.

Then her father said something, it must have been sharp because her mother’s expression fractured. The sadness collapsed into fury, it was raw, primal.

He reached for the child, her mother pulled back. He lunged again. This time he wrenched the baby from her arms.

Her mother screamed.

Even through the distortion, the scream sliced through everything. It vibrated in Mia’s bones. It made her stomach twist, vomit rising up through her throat, threatening to spill. It made her skin prickle with dread so intense she couldn’t breathe.

This was wrong. She had relived this memory before, she’d spent years dissecting it, enduring it, but not like this.

This was different, this was worse.

They exchanged more words that Mia couldn’t hear. She needed to know what they were saying, it was hurting even more only knowing half the story.

She tried to move forward again, closer but she was stopped in her tracks.

Her mother stumbled back, and then it happened. Skin rippled. Bones shifted.

Wings burst from her back in a violent unfurling. Feathers scattered through the air like flakes of ash. Her hands contorted into claws. Her face sharpened, elongated, beautiful and terrible all at once. Yet Mia didn’t feel scared.

A Veela, magnificent, monstrous.

She screeched, a sound that was deep and filled with grief, rage and something ancient. Her wings beat violently, sending gusts through the haze. She lunged for her child, claws extended, eyes blazing with a feral desperation.

Mia’s mind fractured. This didn’t happen.

It didn’t. Her reoccurring memory, her flashbacks: they’d had never shown this part.

Baby Mia wasn’t scared of her mother in this form, she was screaming for her mother in her father’s arms, small body writhing, reaching desperately toward her. Her father held her back, jaw set, unmoving.

They were shouting. Mia still couldn’t hear the words.

Then, the part she knew all too well, the part she’d relive constantly in her dreams until finally she’d wake up screaming, panting and covered in sweat.

A flash. Green. It split the world in two.

Blinding, sickly, unmistakeable.

Her mother’s body jerked mid screech.

The wings faltered. The light left her eyes. Her sparkle dimmed. She fell.

The sound of her hitting the ground echoed and something broke deep inside Mia’s chest.

Baby Mia let out a piercing scream. Then Mia followed, screaming a deep visceral scream: a guttural soul-wrenching sound ripped from the deepest part of her soul.

Not just loud, annihilating. A sound ripped from somewhere too deep for a person to hold. It tore through the haze, through the distortion, through Mia herself. It was grief, terror, disbelief, abandonment.

Then without warning, everything collapsed into blackness.

But the scream didn’t stop.

It never does.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Frost & Ice ....

[her-phe-bear]

it-is-bunny-bitch

She grunted exasperatedly and released his curls, as she slunk back down into her chair. “You’re no fun when you’re like this.” She hissed, crossing her arms across her chest, completely unable to hide the rejected tone from her voice.

She knew he meant well, she knew he loved her, hell, that was the only reason she even allowed him such graces in the first place. Well, that and her feelings for him: though the second of those two things she’d be less willing to admit.

Once again her eyes began to take stock of the food in front of her. She wished she could explain it to him in a way that would make him understand, it was so much more than not eating, it was so multifaceted. But she couldn’t, and so to him it was always just going to be about her refusing to eat or look after herself. She sighed deeply, a deeply sad sigh that resonated through her entire body as she pondered her next move.

“neither are you little bunny.” He retorted gently. “can’t expect me to tire you out so soon, that would end the fun too quickly.” He tried, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, before kissing her head. 

He hated seeing her like this, he didn’t like her looking sick like this. Phoebus wasn’t kidding, he wasn’t going to add onto her exhaustion. Her self-punishment. It wasn't right. He also knew he was one of the few that could persuade her into taking care of herself, and he took that allowance seriously. 

“Anyway Bunny, have you forgotten how long we like to…do what we do for? Can’t have you passing out for any other reason than my hand around that pretty neck.” He whispered into her ear, sucking her earlobe into his mouth longingly.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Her eyes closed momentarily as he wrapped himself around her and kissed her head, she knew he meant well, that is what made this so much harder. He was so difficult to stay upset with. He had always had this annoying way of sneaking his way into her heart which rendered her powerless against him. Not that she’d ever admit that to him though, no, she’d take that secret with her to the grave. 

She chuckled as he spoke of her passing out, “Oh I’m sure you’d like to have your hand around my neck, remains to see whether you’ll get your wish. Perhaps it will be me making you pass out.” She teased, nudging against him. She groaned quietly as he sucked her earlobe. Damn him, damn the way he made her feel, the way he knew how to work her, it was maddening. He was good at it though, he’d never know how good because she’d never tell him, but it was frustrating convincing all the same. 

At least, if he was being honest with her, then he'd be keeping her mind occupied for the foreseeable future, so even if she ate she wouldn't have time to become too overwhelmed with everything. The best part of not eating was making sure her brain didn't have enough energy to think properly. As soon as she’d eat she would become consumed with the most overwhelming of thoughts and feelings. She couldn’t stomach it, she couldn’t function with it, so she kept her thoughts at bay by limiting her food intake. Not that she could explain that to him of course, he wouldn't see things the way she did. So she’d have to do what she always did, get better at hiding things, get better at making him believe she was ok. 

She sat quietly for a while pondering all of this before she spoke, 

“I suppose, if it will shut you up, I’ll have something.” She mused, trying to keep her tone light. Her eyes raked across the food once more, trying to find something she could stomach. 

[her-phe-bear]

He felt her thawing on the situation, and though it was a victory it was a hollow one. Phoebus knows he’ll have to be on form and distract her through whatever means necessary. It put a pressure on him that he didn’t really need on top of everything else…

But he loved her, and he’ll do what he needs to do for her, she’s worth it.

“Alright bunny, I’ll shut up just as you say.” He kissed her cheek once more at her giving in. He began tucking in, not too hard though, she’ll likely be put off all over again by his appetite.

The rest of their meal remained uneventful, mainly because he didn’t want to draw any more stress into the situation. He hated that there was this layer of tension during things like this. Most couples go on dates just to eat, just to share a meal and have some pleasant conversation, not debate (and sometimes argue) about ‘whether or not eating is even an option for them. As selfish as it may seem, thinking about it that way saddened him greatly.

So perhaps he was more relieved than he seemed when he was satisfied she’d eaten enough. “Right then little bunny, what shall you wish to do first? He asked, leading her away from the dining room and into the parlour.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

She often wondered if today would be the day he'd finally have enough and walk away. Her father regularily made it clear to her that no one actually loved her. Why would they? She wasn't worth that, she was his daughter and so they respected her for him, they pretended to love her to gain favour with him. They used her to gain power and notoriety and nothing else. Her father made it perfectly clear that he was the only one that actually loved her.

Yet with Phoebus, Mia sometimes dared to believe that maybe, just maybe: it was more than blind loyalty to her father that made him like her the way he did. Phoebus was different, he did seem to care, he did seem to like her because of who she was, not because of her father. That didn't stop her fathers words causing her to doubt things though. Each and every time she was difficult or she did something she knew he wouldn't approve of, she wondered if that would be the thing to make him realise she wasn't worth it after all.

She sometimes wished she could placate Phoebus the way he would want, but she couldn't, it wasn't as easy as that.

His words pulled her once more from her internal struggles and she looked up at him, confused for a moment about what he'd said, before it filtered through to her brain. She answered as she followed him through the house,

"Oh, well here I was thinking you had this elaborate plan, now you tell me that you have tricked me and there is no plan, just an elaborate ruse to force me into that torture." She teased, her hand on her chest as she feigned being appalled with him.

[her-phe-bear]

Phoebus laughed, the sound gentle as he watched her “Well I needed to give you a chance to change my plans—as you usually do anyway.” He volleyed back. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her close to him. “And since when do you not like being the one calling the shots?” He kissed her then, taking his time to savour the taste of her mouth before pulling away.

“Well, dont say i didn’t give give you a chance to take the reins” he lead her to the far side of the parlour, where a floor-to-ceiling bookcase full of old tomes took up almost the entire wall. He took a moment to find what he was looking for, and pulled what seemed to be an old Thesaurus, there was a small click, and the bookcase spun around. He pulled Mia back, sure to not have the thing hit either of them as it revealed a passage.

“Pick a number between one and twenty little one.” He whispered in her ear, unable to hide his anticipatory grin.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Mia’s laugh was softer than his, but no less dangerous.

“Oh, I always like calling the shots,” she murmured, fingers sliding lazily along his collarbone as the bookcase groaned and gave way.

“I just enjoy letting you think you are. Plus I want to see what you have up your sleeve…”

She stepped past him into the shadowed passage, their movements causing echos that seemed to whisper against the stone, then turned slowly on her heel. The dim light caught in her eyes, causing a sparkle that was bright with mischief.

“Between one and twenty?” she repeated, tilting her head as though weighing the fate of a nation rather than humoring his little game.

She took her time—knowing he would notice, plus, she enjoyed keeping him waiting.

“Seventeen,” she decided at last, her voice low and certain. She reached back for him, curling her fingers into his shirt and drawing him forward into the hidden corridor.

“A prime number. Difficult. Stubborn.”

Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth, barely touching.

“Rather like someone I know.”

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Frost & Ice ....

[her-phe-bear]

it-is-bunny-bitch

She grunted exasperatedly and released his curls, as she slunk back down into her chair. “You’re no fun when you’re like this.” She hissed, crossing her arms across her chest, completely unable to hide the rejected tone from her voice.

She knew he meant well, she knew he loved her, hell, that was the only reason she even allowed him such graces in the first place. Well, that and her feelings for him: though the second of those two things she’d be less willing to admit.

Once again her eyes began to take stock of the food in front of her. She wished she could explain it to him in a way that would make him understand, it was so much more than not eating, it was so multifaceted. But she couldn’t, and so to him it was always just going to be about her refusing to eat or look after herself. She sighed deeply, a deeply sad sigh that resonated through her entire body as she pondered her next move.

“neither are you little bunny.” He retorted gently. “can’t expect me to tire you out so soon, that would end the fun too quickly.” He tried, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, before kissing her head. 

He hated seeing her like this, he didn’t like her looking sick like this. Phoebus wasn’t kidding, he wasn’t going to add onto her exhaustion. Her self-punishment. It wasn't right. He also knew he was one of the few that could persuade her into taking care of herself, and he took that allowance seriously. 

“Anyway Bunny, have you forgotten how long we like to…do what we do for? Can’t have you passing out for any other reason than my hand around that pretty neck.” He whispered into her ear, sucking her earlobe into his mouth longingly.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Her eyes closed momentarily as he wrapped himself around her and kissed her head, she knew he meant well, that is what made this so much harder. He was so difficult to stay upset with. He had always had this annoying way of sneaking his way into her heart which rendered her powerless against him. Not that she’d ever admit that to him though, no, she’d take that secret with her to the grave. 

She chuckled as he spoke of her passing out, “Oh I’m sure you’d like to have your hand around my neck, remains to see whether you’ll get your wish. Perhaps it will be me making you pass out.” She teased, nudging against him. She groaned quietly as he sucked her earlobe. Damn him, damn the way he made her feel, the way he knew how to work her, it was maddening. He was good at it though, he’d never know how good because she’d never tell him, but it was frustrating convincing all the same. 

At least, if he was being honest with her, then he'd be keeping her mind occupied for the foreseeable future, so even if she ate she wouldn't have time to become too overwhelmed with everything. The best part of not eating was making sure her brain didn't have enough energy to think properly. As soon as she’d eat she would become consumed with the most overwhelming of thoughts and feelings. She couldn’t stomach it, she couldn’t function with it, so she kept her thoughts at bay by limiting her food intake. Not that she could explain that to him of course, he wouldn't see things the way she did. So she’d have to do what she always did, get better at hiding things, get better at making him believe she was ok. 

She sat quietly for a while pondering all of this before she spoke, 

“I suppose, if it will shut you up, I’ll have something.” She mused, trying to keep her tone light. Her eyes raked across the food once more, trying to find something she could stomach. 

[her-phe-bear]

He felt her thawing on the situation, and though it was a victory it was a hollow one. Phoebus knows he’ll have to be on form and distract her through whatever means necessary. It put a pressure on him that he didn’t really need on top of everything else…

But he loved her, and he’ll do what he needs to do for her, she’s worth it.

“Alright bunny, I’ll shut up just as you say.” He kissed her cheek once more at her giving in. He began tucking in, not too hard though, she’ll likely be put off all over again by his appetite.

The rest of their meal remained uneventful, mainly because he didn’t want to draw any more stress into the situation. He hated that there was this layer of tension during things like this. Most couples go on dates just to eat, just to share a meal and have some pleasant conversation, not debate (and sometimes argue) about ‘whether or not eating is even an option for them. As selfish as it may seem, thinking about it that way saddened him greatly.

So perhaps he was more relieved than he seemed when he was satisfied she’d eaten enough. “Right then little bunny, what shall you wish to do first? He asked, leading her away from the dining room and into the parlour.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

She often wondered if today would be the day he'd finally have enough and walk away. Her father regularily made it clear to her that no one actually loved her. Why would they? She wasn't worth that, she was his daughter and so they respected her for him, they pretended to love her to gain favour with him. They used her to gain power and notoriety and nothing else. Her father made it perfectly clear that he was the only one that actually loved her.

Yet with Phoebus, Mia sometimes dared to believe that maybe, just maybe: it was more than blind loyalty to her father that made him like her the way he did. Phoebus was different, he did seem to care, he did seem to like her because of who she was, not because of her father. That didn't stop her fathers words causing her to doubt things though. Each and every time she was difficult or she did something she knew he wouldn't approve of, she wondered if that would be the thing to make him realise she wasn't worth it after all.

She sometimes wished she could placate Phoebus the way he would want, but she couldn't, it wasn't as easy as that.

His words pulled her once more from her internal struggles and she looked up at him, confused for a moment about what he'd said, before it filtered through to her brain. She answered as she followed him through the house,

"Oh, well here I was thinking you had this elaborate plan, now you tell me that you have tricked me and there is no plan, just an elaborate ruse to force me into that torture." She teased, her hand on her chest as she feigned being appalled with him.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Frost & Ice ....

[her-phe-bear]

it-is-bunny-bitch

She grunted exasperatedly and released his curls, as she slunk back down into her chair. “You’re no fun when you’re like this.” She hissed, crossing her arms across her chest, completely unable to hide the rejected tone from her voice.

She knew he meant well, she knew he loved her, hell, that was the only reason she even allowed him such graces in the first place. Well, that and her feelings for him: though the second of those two things she’d be less willing to admit.

Once again her eyes began to take stock of the food in front of her. She wished she could explain it to him in a way that would make him understand, it was so much more than not eating, it was so multifaceted. But she couldn’t, and so to him it was always just going to be about her refusing to eat or look after herself. She sighed deeply, a deeply sad sigh that resonated through her entire body as she pondered her next move.

“neither are you little bunny.” He retorted gently. “can’t expect me to tire you out so soon, that would end the fun too quickly.” He tried, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, before kissing her head. 

He hated seeing her like this, he didn’t like her looking sick like this. Phoebus wasn’t kidding, he wasn’t going to add onto her exhaustion. Her self-punishment. It wasn't right. He also knew he was one of the few that could persuade her into taking care of herself, and he took that allowance seriously. 

“Anyway Bunny, have you forgotten how long we like to…do what we do for? Can’t have you passing out for any other reason than my hand around that pretty neck.” He whispered into her ear, sucking her earlobe into his mouth longingly.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Her eyes closed momentarily as he wrapped himself around her and kissed her head, she knew he meant well, that is what made this so much harder. He was so difficult to stay upset with. He had always had this annoying way of sneaking his way into her heart which rendered her powerless against him. Not that she’d ever admit that to him though, no, she’d take that secret with her to the grave. 

She chuckled as he spoke of her passing out, “Oh I’m sure you’d like to have your hand around my neck, remains to see whether you’ll get your wish. Perhaps it will be me making you pass out.” She teased, nudging against him. She groaned quietly as he sucked her earlobe. Damn him, damn the way he made her feel, the way he knew how to work her, it was maddening. He was good at it though, he’d never know how good because she’d never tell him, but it was frustrating convincing all the same. 

At least, if he was being honest with her, then he'd be keeping her mind occupied for the foreseeable future, so even if she ate she wouldn't have time to become too overwhelmed with everything. The best part of not eating was making sure her brain didn't have enough energy to think properly. As soon as she’d eat she would become consumed with the most overwhelming of thoughts and feelings. She couldn’t stomach it, she couldn’t function with it, so she kept her thoughts at bay by limiting her food intake. Not that she could explain that to him of course, he wouldn't see things the way she did. So she’d have to do what she always did, get better at hiding things, get better at making him believe she was ok. 

She sat quietly for a while pondering all of this before she spoke, 

“I suppose, if it will shut you up, I’ll have something.” She mused, trying to keep her tone light. Her eyes raked across the food once more, trying to find something she could stomach. 

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Frost & Ice ....

[her-phe-bear]

it-is-bunny-bitch

“I spend an awful lot of time in bed at the weekends, just sleeping the days away. I am just oh so tired.” She grinned against his mouth, pulling her lip back from his teeth so she could sink her teeth into his lower lip.

She pulled back and looked up at him, “I don’t know why you want to use the little time we have to torture me, and if you really wanted to torture me I can think of much more enjoyable ways.” She sighed at him, looking at the table mournfully.

He chuckled into her mouth, groaning as she bit him, “A sleepy little bunny all weekend..” he rolled his eyes, still grinning. He licked his lips as he pulled away, sighing as she spoke. 

“Oh that torture will come later my darling, but first, you must work for such things.” He kissed the top of her head as he lead them closer to the table. He pulled put her chair and sat her down, pushing her chair in before sitting right next to her. “At your pace little one.” 

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

“Spoilsport.” She hissed at him, sitting down and letting him push her chair in. She looked at the table, gulping as she saw all of the food in front of her. If it weren’t for their limited time together and how much she had actually missed him, she’d choose fighting him over the alternative. She didn’t want to eat, she knew she’d likely burn it off later but it wasn’t really about that, if she ate then he thoughts were stronger and harder to ignore. It was also one of the only things in her life that she got to control, that she had a say over, everything was managed and controlled by her father. She had to be something different to everyone and it was exhausting, she never got to truly be herself. The closest she came to it was with Phoebus, but then he would force her to eat, and, well, it just tarnished it all. “You’re not playing fair, I hate you for this, just so you know.” She sneered at him, nudging her shoulder against him.

[her-phe-bear]

"I'd rather you hating me and alive, than notating me and dead from malnutrition." He answered easily, filling his plate though not obscenely, trying not to intimidate her All he wanted was to keep her from hurting herself, surely that wasn't too much to ask--then again, perhaps it was when it was added to all the things she thought she needed to do for everyone else... He set the thought aside, just hoping she'd fucking eat something and get some rest while she was with him. Above everything, he just needed her to take care of herself, do the basic things to just have her function properly. "Besides, you'll likely burn it all away if I get to do all I plan to you". He gripped her knee under the table for a moment, not exactly lying, but trying to do all he could to coax her to doing this.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

“I’m not sure you’ve fully through that through” Mia replied lowly, “My hating someone would certainly make them rather I was dead. Unfortunately for me, I don’t hate you completely, just for this, specifically, and a few other things.” She said, raising her eyebrow up at him. She couldn’t help but smirk as he grabbed her knee under the table, her hand moving on top of his as she dug her nails into the back of it. “We’ll see.” She retorted, before placing her hand back onto the table once more. She sighed deeply as she looked over the food, her stomach already churning at the thought of any of it. He’d gone to such an effort, making sure to pick all of her favourites, she wished it could just be as easy as eating them, but it never was. For a moment she considered leaving, that would be easier than facing the food physically, but she’d missed him so much and the thought of not seeing him for any amount of time was too hard, so instead she sat and stared at the food.

[her-phe-bear]

"No,I've thought about it the right amount." he insisted, not acting bothered as he started to take small bites. "The longer you stall the less time we have." He reminded her, keeping his tone light. As she dug her nails into his hand, he glanced her way, raising an eyebrow at her pointedly before resuming his earlier actions. He ate as slowly as he could muster, which was indeed a task Ashe was fucking starving. But he knew her well, and if she saw him tucking in properly she might get turned off entirely and they wouldn't get anywhere. If he didn't love her as much as he did, he'd think she was entirely too much work--and there are sure times where he does feel that way with her...but then he looks at her, he remembers why she is this way, and his frustration softens. "Come on bunny..." He spoke softly, kissing her head for a moment.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

As he spoke, she watched him from the corner of her eye as she so often did, observing him closely.

“Well you see darling. The problem is.” She mused softly, walking her fingers down his thigh. “I just haven’t quite worked up enough of an appetite.” She sighed heavily, moving so that she was straddling him, “I’m sure you could help me.” She purred, her fingers running up into his curls and fisting them lightly, If you tried really hard.” She said softly, shifting herself so that she ground against him, “Don’t you want to help me work up an appetite so that I’m nice and hungry for you?” She breathed heavily at him, her mouth inches from his, her breath ghosting across his lips. “Haven’t you missed me? Don’t you need me?” She pouted at him, her eyes gazing into his with an intense stare.

[her-phe-bear]

He sighed, finishing his bite before leaning back, his eyebrow quirking up at her as she placed herself on his lap. "Oh is that right?" He asked, a look of mild exasperation in his face as. He regarded her. "Could I?" He asked at her second statement, unable to fight the small groan in the back of his throat wen she pulled his hair. He placed his hands on her hips, merely letting them rest there while she moved against him. He nodded slowly as she continued speaking, "of course I miss you, I love you." He sighed, now actually gripping her hips to stop her from moving. "Which is why I want to take care of you..." He groaned, more at himself than anything else, "and while, trust me, it is a fantastic offer. I already told you, I need you to have as much energy as possible, for all I wish to do." He gave her a kiss, slower than their usual ones, but deep. "Won't you do that for me little bunny?" He asked, his eyes large and round.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

She grunted exasperatedly and released his curls, as she slunk back down into her chair. “You’re no fun when you’re like this.” She hissed, crossing her arms across her chest, completely unable to hide the rejected tone from her voice.

She knew he meant well, she knew he loved her, hell, that was the only reason she even allowed him such graces in the first place. Well, that and her feelings for him: though the second of those two things she’d be less willing to admit.

Once again her eyes began to take stock of the food in front of her. She wished she could explain it to him in a way that would make him understand, it was so much more than not eating, it was so multifaceted. But she couldn’t, and so to him it was always just going to be about her refusing to eat or look after herself. She sighed deeply, a deeply sad sigh that resonated through her entire body as she pondered her next move.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Frost & Ice ....

[her-phe-bear]

it-is-bunny-bitch

“I spend an awful lot of time in bed at the weekends, just sleeping the days away. I am just oh so tired.” She grinned against his mouth, pulling her lip back from his teeth so she could sink her teeth into his lower lip.

She pulled back and looked up at him, “I don’t know why you want to use the little time we have to torture me, and if you really wanted to torture me I can think of much more enjoyable ways.” She sighed at him, looking at the table mournfully.

He chuckled into her mouth, groaning as she bit him, “A sleepy little bunny all weekend..” he rolled his eyes, still grinning. He licked his lips as he pulled away, sighing as she spoke. 

“Oh that torture will come later my darling, but first, you must work for such things.” He kissed the top of her head as he lead them closer to the table. He pulled put her chair and sat her down, pushing her chair in before sitting right next to her. “At your pace little one.” 

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

“Spoilsport.” She hissed at him, sitting down and letting him push her chair in. She looked at the table, gulping as she saw all of the food in front of her. If it weren’t for their limited time together and how much she had actually missed him, she’d choose fighting him over the alternative. She didn’t want to eat, she knew she’d likely burn it off later but it wasn’t really about that, if she ate then he thoughts were stronger and harder to ignore. It was also one of the only things in her life that she got to control, that she had a say over, everything was managed and controlled by her father. She had to be something different to everyone and it was exhausting, she never got to truly be herself. The closest she came to it was with Phoebus, but then he would force her to eat, and, well, it just tarnished it all. “You’re not playing fair, I hate you for this, just so you know.” She sneered at him, nudging her shoulder against him.

[her-phe-bear]

"I'd rather you hating me and alive, than notating me and dead from malnutrition." He answered easily, filling his plate though not obscenely, trying not to intimidate her All he wanted was to keep her from hurting herself, surely that wasn't too much to ask--then again, perhaps it was when it was added to all the things she thought she needed to do for everyone else... He set the thought aside, just hoping she'd fucking eat something and get some rest while she was with him. Above everything, he just needed her to take care of herself, do the basic things to just have her function properly. "Besides, you'll likely burn it all away if I get to do all I plan to you". He gripped her knee under the table for a moment, not exactly lying, but trying to do all he could to coax her to doing this.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

“I’m not sure you’ve fully through that through” Mia replied lowly, “My hating someone would certainly make them rather I was dead. Unfortunately for me, I don’t hate you completely, just for this, specifically, and a few other things.” She said, raising her eyebrow up at him. She couldn’t help but smirk as he grabbed her knee under the table, her hand moving on top of his as she dug her nails into the back of it. “We’ll see.” She retorted, before placing her hand back onto the table once more. She sighed deeply as she looked over the food, her stomach already churning at the thought of any of it. He’d gone to such an effort, making sure to pick all of her favourites, she wished it could just be as easy as eating them, but it never was. For a moment she considered leaving, that would be easier than facing the food physically, but she’d missed him so much and the thought of not seeing him for any amount of time was too hard, so instead she sat and stared at the food.

[her-phe-bear]

"No,I've thought about it the right amount." he insisted, not acting bothered as he started to take small bites. "The longer you stall the less time we have." He reminded her, keeping his tone light. As she dug her nails into his hand, he glanced her way, raising an eyebrow at her pointedly before resuming his earlier actions. He ate as slowly as he could muster, which was indeed a task Ashe was fucking starving. But he knew her well, and if she saw him tucking in properly she might get turned off entirely and they wouldn't get anywhere. If he didn't love her as much as he did, he'd think she was entirely too much work--and there are sure times where he does feel that way with her...but then he looks at her, he remembers why she is this way, and his frustration softens. "Come on bunny..." He spoke softly, kissing her head for a moment.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

As he spoke, she watched him from the corner of her eye as she so often did, observing him closely.

“Well you see darling. The problem is.” She mused softly, walking her fingers down his thigh. “I just haven’t quite worked up enough of an appetite.” She sighed heavily, moving so that she was straddling him, “I’m sure you could help me.” She purred, her fingers running up into his curls and fisting them lightly, If you tried really hard.” She said softly, shifting herself so that she ground against him, “Don’t you want to help me work up an appetite so that I’m nice and hungry for you?” She breathed heavily at him, her mouth inches from his, her breath ghosting across his lips. “Haven’t you missed me? Don’t you need me?” She pouted at him, her eyes gazing into his with an intense stare.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Frost & Ice ....

[her-phe-bear]

it-is-bunny-bitch

“I spend an awful lot of time in bed at the weekends, just sleeping the days away. I am just oh so tired.” She grinned against his mouth, pulling her lip back from his teeth so she could sink her teeth into his lower lip.

She pulled back and looked up at him, “I don’t know why you want to use the little time we have to torture me, and if you really wanted to torture me I can think of much more enjoyable ways.” She sighed at him, looking at the table mournfully.

He chuckled into her mouth, groaning as she bit him, “A sleepy little bunny all weekend..” he rolled his eyes, still grinning. He licked his lips as he pulled away, sighing as she spoke. 

“Oh that torture will come later my darling, but first, you must work for such things.” He kissed the top of her head as he lead them closer to the table. He pulled put her chair and sat her down, pushing her chair in before sitting right next to her. “At your pace little one.” 

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

“Spoilsport.” She hissed at him, sitting down and letting him push her chair in. She looked at the table, gulping as she saw all of the food in front of her. If it weren’t for their limited time together and how much she had actually missed him, she’d choose fighting him over the alternative. She didn’t want to eat, she knew she’d likely burn it off later but it wasn’t really about that, if she ate then he thoughts were stronger and harder to ignore. It was also one of the only things in her life that she got to control, that she had a say over, everything was managed and controlled by her father. She had to be something different to everyone and it was exhausting, she never got to truly be herself. The closest she came to it was with Phoebus, but then he would force her to eat, and, well, it just tarnished it all. “You’re not playing fair, I hate you for this, just so you know.” She sneered at him, nudging her shoulder against him.

[her-phe-bear]

"I'd rather you hating me and alive, than notating me and dead from malnutrition." He answered easily, filling his plate though not obscenely, trying not to intimidate her All he wanted was to keep her from hurting herself, surely that wasn't too much to ask--then again, perhaps it was when it was added to all the things she thought she needed to do for everyone else... He set the thought aside, just hoping she'd fucking eat something and get some rest while she was with him. Above everything, he just needed her to take care of herself, do the basic things to just have her function properly. "Besides, you'll likely burn it all away if I get to do all I plan to you". He gripped her knee under the table for a moment, not exactly lying, but trying to do all he could to coax her to doing this.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

“I’m not sure you’ve fully through that through” Mia replied lowly, “My hating someone would certainly make them rather I was dead. Unfortunately for me, I don’t hate you completely, just for this, specifically, and a few other things.” She said, raising her eyebrow up at him. She couldn’t help but smirk as he grabbed her knee under the table, her hand moving on top of his as she dug her nails into the back of it. “We’ll see.” She retorted, before placing her hand back onto the table once more. She sighed deeply as she looked over the food, her stomach already churning at the thought of any of it. He’d gone to such an effort, making sure to pick all of her favourites, she wished it could just be as easy as eating them, but it never was. For a moment she considered leaving, that would be easier than facing the food physically, but she’d missed him so much and the thought of not seeing him for any amount of time was too hard, so instead she sat and stared at the food.

[phemiphotos]

[phemiphotos]

[phemiphotos]

[phemiphotos]

You’ve never felt pain until you’ve felt love ....

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Frost & Ice ....

[her-phe-bear]

it-is-bunny-bitch

“I spend an awful lot of time in bed at the weekends, just sleeping the days away. I am just oh so tired.” She grinned against his mouth, pulling her lip back from his teeth so she could sink her teeth into his lower lip.

She pulled back and looked up at him, “I don’t know why you want to use the little time we have to torture me, and if you really wanted to torture me I can think of much more enjoyable ways.” She sighed at him, looking at the table mournfully.

He chuckled into her mouth, groaning as she bit him, “A sleepy little bunny all weekend..” he rolled his eyes, still grinning. He licked his lips as he pulled away, sighing as she spoke. 

“Oh that torture will come later my darling, but first, you must work for such things.” He kissed the top of her head as he lead them closer to the table. He pulled put her chair and sat her down, pushing her chair in before sitting right next to her. “At your pace little one.” 

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

“Spoilsport.” She hissed at him, sitting down and letting him push her chair in. She looked at the table, gulping as she saw all of the food in front of her. If it weren’t for their limited time together and how much she had actually missed him, she’d choose fighting him over the alternative. She didn’t want to eat, she knew she’d likely burn it off later but it wasn’t really about that, if she ate then he thoughts were stronger and harder to ignore. It was also one of the only things in her life that she got to control, that she had a say over, everything was managed and controlled by her father. She had to be something different to everyone and it was exhausting, she never got to truly be herself. The closest she came to it was with Phoebus, but then he would force her to eat, and, well, it just tarnished it all. “You’re not playing fair, I hate you for this, just so you know.” She sneered at him, nudging her shoulder against him.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Frost & Ice ....

[her-phe-bear]

it-is-bunny-bitch

Her eyebrow rose further as he explained, a sly smirk spreading across her lips, “You know how to tempt me, I’ll give you that.” She said lowly. She nodded as he explained their cover stories, “Yes that seems as if it would work. Hopefully my fathers spies don’t notice I’m gone: it’s easier on a weekend because they can’t trail me as easily. Though Theodore’s normally quite good at covering should the need arise. Why couldn’t we go to the beach house?” She asked him with a pout as she leant her chin on his chest, “You know I hate the cold.” She said to him sadly, her pout deepening as she looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t I always?” he asked softly, pulling her closer to him. His smirk faltered as she continued speaking, any mention of her father never failed to have that effect. “That, and they’ve probably grown accustomed to losing you during weekends as well” he chuckled, slowly inching her closer to the table. He snorted and rolled his eyes at her next question “It seems my parents have commandeered it...” he made a retching face, before laughing once more. “Aww now bunny don’t give me that face...” he cooed, gripping her chin gently before biting her lip.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

“I spend an awful lot of time in bed at the weekends, just sleeping the days away. I am just oh so tired.” She grinned against his mouth, pulling her lip back from his teeth so she could sink her teeth into his lower lip.

She pulled back and looked up at him, “I don’t know why you want to use the little time we have to torture me, and if you really wanted to torture me I can think of much more enjoyable ways.” She sighed at him, looking at the table mournfully.

[phemiphotos]

They won’t say it, but they don’t have to. Not to each other anyway,

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Frost & Ice ....

[her-phe-bear]

it-is-bunny-bitch

She hissed slightly as she saw the room, she took a deep breath willing herself not to react in any way. She looked back to him as he spoke, “Fueling me for what exactly?” She asked him, her eyebrow cocking upwards as he piqued her intestest as he so often did. “How are we covering my absence by the way? As well as your own. I am assuming you have sorted something?” She asked him as she looked back at the food once more, her stomach dropping at the sight of it. She looked back to him waiting for his reply.

He watched her carefully, keeping his breath even as he could. Phoebus suppressed the small grin that  threatened to break through his neutral expression. She was considering it and that was a brilliant enough start. “Well, you may remember the extra traps I told you about a few weeks ago... the elves have notified me that quite a few of them have been successful--to be honest it was a happy accident since I wanted to go back to the beach house. But we have at least seven muggles that thought they could sneak through the property and use our equipment.” he shrugged, grinning properly now. At he question he nodded, “I sent a letter from my father a few days ago letting Karkaroff know I’d be brought away to meet a business partner, and another from Mr Nott explaining to Dumbledore that you have a hospital appointment.” he squeezed her hands slightly, silently begging her to just eat something, he hated the sight of her like this. 

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Her eyebrow rose further as he explained, a sly smirk spreading across her lips, “You know how to tempt me, I’ll give you that.” She said lowly. She nodded as he explained their cover stories, “Yes that seems as if it would work. Hopefully my fathers spies don’t notice I’m gone: it’s easier on a weekend because they can’t trail me as easily. Though Theodore’s normally quite good at covering should the need arise. Why couldn’t we go to the beach house?” She asked him with a pout as she leant her chin on his chest, “You know I hate the cold.” She said to him sadly, her pout deepening as she looked up at him with wide eyes.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Frost & Ice ....

[her-phe-bear]

it-is-bunny-bitch

Mia sighed happily as she placed her feet back down on the ground gracefully, always somewhat relieved to be down once more. She didn’t relish being picked up, or being high in general, though it wasn’t too bad when flying, on either beast or broom she knew she’d be in control and not fall. As such, she didn’t particularly like being up high when she was neither in control nor sure she wouldn’t fall. Though she did trust him more than she would ever trust anyone, and so she tolerated him lifting her. Though if he had his way she would never walk again, just perpetually be carried around in his arms like the little doll he wished she was. She grinned up at him as he ran his thumb over her lips, snarling and biting his thumb gently, she sighed softly, rolling her neck as he pushed against her bruise, She quirked her eyebrow as he spoke of her being good and doing things for him, “Oh really? You know I am not exactly what people would call a ‘good girl’. Mia smirked at him, “Though I am as I often am with your ideas intrigued so I suppose I shall bite.” She said, snapping at him once more before her smirk returned to her lips, “What exactly did you have in mind?”

He let out a small “ouch” when she bit him, his grin still firmly on his lips. Phoebus crossed his arms, leaning down slightly to get in her eye level. “Don’t I know it.” he smirked. Phe pulled away, taking her hand and leading her to the next room. Eventually he answered her question. “Nothing you’ll love to do, but you’ll do it if you want me to do all the fun things I’ve planned for after...” He stood between her and the door, holding both her hands. “I don’t want to argue tonight, we’re on borrowed time as it is, okay?” he asked, a tinge of sadness on his face. 

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Mia looked up at him as he held her hands, a wave of dread flowing through her. “Why would we argue?” She asked apprehensively, her brow furrowing.

They didn’t argue very often at all, for the most part they were completely in sync and utterly content with each other: especially given how many hoops they had to jump through and how many secrets they had to keep just to be together. When they did argue however, is was normally vicous, it was always about something neither of them would back down from, and she could only worry which of those things it could be as she continued to stare up at him. There were only a few things it could be and she didn’t want to speak about or partake in any of them, “I can’t promise.” She softly, waiting for him to tell her what he had in mind whilst knowing she would likely hate whatever answer he gave.

[her-phe-bear]

He walked backwards to open the door, pulling her by her hands to reveal the dining room set up for them. It wasn’t a lot of food, but it was all of her favorites, made to her usual liking—whenever she was in the mood to actually eat. He held her hands for a long moment, cataloging her reaction. “I won’t feel right unless I know you’ve got something fueling you—I really don’t want to argue with you. I need you to do this, even if you’re only doing it for me.” He spoke evenly, softly, searching her eyes for a long moment. This was always such a battle, always a field full on landmines for something so simple and only for her benefit. If it meant she ate, he’d do whatever it took.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

She hissed slightly as she saw the room, she took a deep breath willing herself not to react in any way. She looked back to him as he spoke, “Fueling me for what exactly?” She asked him, her eyebrow cocking upwards as he piqued her intestest as he so often did. “How are we covering my absence by the way? As well as your own. I am assuming you have sorted something?” She asked him as she looked back at the food once more, her stomach dropping at the sight of it. She looked back to him waiting for his reply.

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Frost & Ice ....

[her-phe-bear]

it-is-bunny-bitch

Mia sighed happily as she placed her feet back down on the ground gracefully, always somewhat relieved to be down once more. She didn’t relish being picked up, or being high in general, though it wasn’t too bad when flying, on either beast or broom she knew she’d be in control and not fall. As such, she didn’t particularly like being up high when she was neither in control nor sure she wouldn’t fall. Though she did trust him more than she would ever trust anyone, and so she tolerated him lifting her. Though if he had his way she would never walk again, just perpetually be carried around in his arms like the little doll he wished she was. She grinned up at him as he ran his thumb over her lips, snarling and biting his thumb gently, she sighed softly, rolling her neck as he pushed against her bruise, She quirked her eyebrow as he spoke of her being good and doing things for him, “Oh really? You know I am not exactly what people would call a ‘good girl’. Mia smirked at him, “Though I am as I often am with your ideas intrigued so I suppose I shall bite.” She said, snapping at him once more before her smirk returned to her lips, “What exactly did you have in mind?”

He let out a small “ouch” when she bit him, his grin still firmly on his lips. Phoebus crossed his arms, leaning down slightly to get in her eye level. “Don’t I know it.” he smirked. Phe pulled away, taking her hand and leading her to the next room. Eventually he answered her question. “Nothing you’ll love to do, but you’ll do it if you want me to do all the fun things I’ve planned for after...” He stood between her and the door, holding both her hands. “I don’t want to argue tonight, we’re on borrowed time as it is, okay?” he asked, a tinge of sadness on his face. 

[it-is-bunny-bitch]

Mia looked up at him as he held her hands, a wave of dread flowing through her. “Why would we argue?” She asked apprehensively, her brow furrowing.

They didn’t argue very often at all, for the most part they were completely in sync and utterly content with each other: especially given how many hoops they had to jump through and how many secrets they had to keep just to be together. When they did argue however, is was normally vicous, it was always about something neither of them would back down from, and she could only worry which of those things it could be as she continued to stare up at him. There were only a few things it could be and she didn’t want to speak about or partake in any of them, “I can’t promise.” She softly, waiting for him to tell her what he had in mind whilst knowing she would likely hate whatever answer he gave.