( ♡️* ) JAMES POTTER ╱ @AMISCHIEFLEGACY
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THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD. erin had counted the heartbeats, had watched the thin vein along scarlet’s neck throb with every gentle thud of her heart; and none of what had happened earlier, embraced in hers and jamie’s arms, had ignited the flame of HUNGER. instead, a thick layer of DISGUST had coated along her tongue at the thought of tasting the blood that ran beneath their skin and that. . . left her consumed with a feeling she hadn’t felt in a LONG time: relief. and perhaps erin would have let the feeling linger for longer, would have allowed herself to step over that line into HAPPINESS, if something else hadn’t happened today; if the corridors she walked past now weren’t the same ones HE’D bled on hours ago. everything in her body BEGGED her to wander down those stairs, the blood in her veins FREEZING as if in reminiscence of him. did she not deserve him now?
NO, SHE DIDN’T. NOT ENOUGH. so instead of abiding by what everything in her craved, erin followed the path down to the GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOMS. not directly; she’d slip in through the WALLS, through the paths she’d mastered when she was younger they breathed, as if recognising her and shifting to let her pass. with a palm pressed to the bricks as she fit through the passageway and into the common room, erin tried not to let her mind wander. she might have FAILED, if cinnamon hadn’t befallen on james potter the moment she’d slipped out from behind the tapestry. ‘ -hey. ’ the BITTER scent of the blood that had dried along his lip teased her, or it WOULD have if she hadn’t been so thrown by the slight bruise that pinkened beneath his eye, or the torn skin that decorated each knuckle. lips part to speak, as if they’d utter any words that might soothe the TURMOIL in her stomach.
NOTHING MADE IT OUT. no words, no sound. all erin did was inch closer towards him, thankful for the flames cackling in the fireplace, and the heat that radiated along her spine; if anything, the red and orange hues of the room helped disguise the bruising from his SCUFFLE with cameron yaxley. ‘ i’m sorry. ’ finally, words made it past her lips, as she reached her fingertips to his cheek, brushing them lightly under the purple skin there. ‘ it feels like the more i try to keep away from everyone, the more they seem to get hurt. ’ including HERSELF. ‘ -i heard what happened, and i’m sorry, james. ’ she dropped her hands, sighing as she buried them in the pockets of her robe and lifted her gaze up to meet his. ‘ . . .and i may have told scarlet and jamie, everything. or well, they PRIED it out of me. ’ she let the faint smile lift the corners of her lips, then. ‘ and i wanted to TELL you because you were the reason i did. ’ or PART of it.
a BIG part. ‘ -and cam, he’s. . . going through something. ’ words didn’t seem ENOUGH. ‘ can you FORGIVE him? ’