Slytherin x Slytherin friendships: They’re horizons that belong to another world, wishing you were anywhere but here. They’re thumbs pressed into soft skin, grazed knuckles, a finger stained with ink. They’re surprised smiles, the ones you can’t hide, all eyes and teeth, a huff of breath over carefully held pride. They’re hearts so guarded you can’t get in, rivers spilling their banks, water and paint across a plain white canvas. They’re photographs in shades of black, green and white, bare skin and waking up in total silence. They’re protection, a flickering light in a dark room. They’re frosted breaths on the back of your neck, laughing at jokes you didn’t think you’d find funny. They’re loving fiercely, with everything you have, emotion a quiet coil just waiting to be released. They’re a bright spark on a landscape hidden by darkness, something to follow, something to get you home.
Slytherin x Gryffindor friendships: They’re the taste of freedom after a lifetime of being shut away, a release, a waterfall raging against a helpless cliff face. They’re artistry, paint stark against an empty canvas, fingers dragging through your hair, down your spine, across your lips. They’re a laugh that follows a lump in your throat, tears held back by pride, whirring, maddening, overpowering emotion. They’re the sun, a forest fire, a raging, spiraling descent into something new, something better, something worth the ache in your bones. They’re backs together, in it forever friendships, a shaking breath before goodbye. They’re teeth bared, dragging, maddening, a plea that carries in the air. They’re burying your face into someone’s chest, a sob that never meant to escape. They’re a hand holding you upright when you can’t hold yourself, the beauty in letting go, the quirk on the lips of someone dreaming of a better tomorrow.
Slytherin x Hufflepuff friendships: they’re knees pulled up to your chest, hushed whispers in the early morning. They’re a hand at the base of your spine, subtle touches, smiles, small and fleeting. They’re silence hanging through water, eyes closed, warm, gentle, calm, safe. They’re slamming books down, lightning cracking the sky, thunder rolling in your breath. They’re losing oxygen, hurricane hearts and lungs swimming with poetry. They’re still, so still, static thought made art on canvas skin. They’re pulling back, helping up, balancing on someone’s shoulders. They’re secret meetings in dusk-hushed corridors, tears when you can’t hold them in. They’re light crossing the sky in the early morning: possibilities pressed gently into the palm of your hand. They’re reaching for someone and knowing that they won’t let go- not unless you tell them to.
Slytherin x Ravenclaw friendships: They’re the night, hushed whispers in hues of blue, possibility itching in your fingertips. They’re raging, driving in the pouring rain, colours running past your window like watercolours. They’re a hand held out behind you, barely touching, barely feeling, almost, almost entwined. They’re open spaces, open minds, hearts alive inside steel cages, towers too high to reach. They’re vulnerability wrapped in a thundering sky, love dripped across pages, letters stained with ink. They’re the sky after rain, a fresh start, make them proud, make them hear, make them see, make them feel. They’re stories woven between just parted lips, faces pressed into pillows, smiles in your eyes, courage in your heart. They’re watching the horizon rushing forward, wondering if you could go through it. They’re souls laid bare on a canvas, a work of art, unforgettable, endless, rushing joy. They’re skin painted with the sky, memories of where you wish you belonged.
(Hufflepuff) (Ravenclaw) (Gryffindor)
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