đ„  A FEVERISH DREAM 002.  â  â @ofpxtestatemââ
( á”á”Ëąá”â»Ê°á”á”Ê·á”Êłá”Ëą / á”á”ÊłËąá” )
    HE LOOKED ALMOST MYTHICAL, standing there  âââââââ wearing that beautiful air of arrogance like perfume. in a previous life, she would have been MAD at his effortless COMPOSURE, but she knew better now; knew the cracks underneath the PERFECT MALFOY mask. she loathed him all the more for being even more beautiful under it. all his questions. . .   the fact that he was actually here, caused an AVALANCHE in her, capable of destroying what little CONTROL scarlet had left. no thought or feeling seemed to remain explicable, as his gentle touch set her alight.
    SHE ONLY SOBBED SILENTLY, PLACING TOMMY IN HIS ARMS. heart betrayed her as she stared at them, skin electric as she brought her arms to her chest. scarlet only communicated in nods âââââââ unable to BREATHE, or THINK; all things that often evaded her whenever SCORPIUS was around, but somehow things he made easier now as he held their son. the cries still sounded, the wailing still desperate and agonizing, but she BREATHED. â he just wonât stop. heâs okay, but- . . .he wonât stop. maybe itâs me?! i. . . i donât know- â
    EMERALD STARED AT HER SON, whose CRY shattered silence and everything else in its wake. she tried to make sense of the questions scorpius asked. when was the last time she slept? for a moment, a brief one, she saw a flash of that brilliant, FAMILIAR red threaten to make her FUCKING LOSE IT âââââââ and oh, ANGER would be sweet. but thomas still cried, and her overtired and exhausted brain could think of nothing else as the bittersweet heartache of watching scorpius malfoy FALL IN LOVE overwhelmed her further â i donât want to sleep. i want him to sleep. âÂ
    STEPPING BACK FROM THEM TOOK ALL SHE HAD. she resisted the urge to reach out, the space hard-earned and heart wrenching, but scarlet needed SANITY to speak. she took a few steps back, sitting near the fireplace to collect her thoughts. â my mum said its colic. sheâs right, but. . . how is THIS normal?! and. . . and i panicked, and. . . when things are this hard, it was always you who was THERE, you know? â tears fell slowly, infuriated that she needed to CONFESS that. â i didnât WANT to text you, but. . . HE NEEDS YOU. heâs. . . needed you for a WHILE. â
    LIKE SHE DIDâââââââ although sheâd never say it, staring at them, realizing nothing was more important. as thomasâ cries became gentler, relieved of whatever plagued him even if only for a moment as he stared up at scorpius CURIOUSLY. â heâs really smart, you know? â she confessed, unable to not tell him. there was so much she wanted him to know. â -he knows when to do that baby smile to get what he wants, and clasp your finger. i SWEAR he plays my mum and charlie against me. they donât believe me, but. . . â she laughed a little tearfully, a little CRAZILY, head shaking-
   â HEâS SNEAKY ABOUT IT. â in her mind, thomas was a genius; although she knew she may be a little biased. scarlet felt crazed, RELIEVEDâââââââ  and beyond grateful as her sonâs cries ceased sounding desperate. she felt BRAVER knowing the room needed to be quiet. . . knowing scorp was distracted by him. â i told him all about you, but. . . you never showed. â she wasnât MAD. he was fighting a war, fighting himself, and worst of all, losing the battle with astoria. yet here she was, crying about a CRYING BABY, sounding INSANE. still, she needed to ASK-
        â WHY DO YOU NEVER COME IN, SCORP? â . . .sheâd seen him.            â you stand out there, but you NEVER come in to see him. WHY? â










