(sit) / graves. because Give Me Attention
meme. sit, sitting on their lap. / @youmaythinkyouknowme.
consider: a wizard enters a storefront, wand drawn. moments later, the windows burst outward. flames lick at the edges of the newly exposed opening. accounts vary, fingers are pointed. swiftly, the culprit is identified. an underage witch in possession of a muggle invention (a lighter), thoughtlessly sparking it in the northwest corner.
some cases are not so easily unraveled. some take minutes, some take months. sometimes graves will burn his way through the work like an ember taking a wheat field (or a stray spark against a shelf filled with newsprint). at times, the fire is nothing but white ash, smoke that clouds the eyes. more often he sits for hours, eyes bleary, neck aching.
correlation does not often imply causation. sometimes it does.
the hour is late-- he is late. a sweep of warm air trails down his neck, and he can sense the exact moment she slips into his home (through the downstairs window and heedless of the key he’d left for her in the foyer, the wordless invitation that remains where it has been for weeks). she trips the wards, but they do not repel her.
the causation: he’s left her waiting.
the correlation: she offers the courtesy of a tantalizing distraction.
lilly constantine clears his desk and straddles his lap in the same fell swoop. a snap of her fingers, skirts hiked up to mid-thigh from the way her thighs cage his. the papers flutter around them like falling leaves. he doesn’t apologize. she’s a vision in plunging emerald green, skin aglow and hair untamed. vicious and vital. his hands graze her bared skin, and he feels the minute shudder that runs through her. ‘ i wasn’t finished with that. ’
‘ yeah? ’ he hums, noncommittal and more than willing to see this through. her eyebrows hike up, her thighs squeeze, and he thinks she might be trying to punish him. he doesn’t think he minds. ‘ doesn’t look that way to me. in fact, ’ her hands are at his jaw, clawed nails a very real threat. ‘ i could think of two or twenty better ways to spend your time. y’know, like the ones we’d planned. ’
her mouth is red, plush, and inviting. he inhales. ‘ remind me. ’