#jamesamael

[hxgoweasley]

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He should leave his box more <3

“Make me.”

[hxgoweasley]

@jamesamael 

“You’ll appear like a apparition and not utter a word.        . . .How mysterious.”

[hxgoweasley]

Hugo loved the idea that he was going to be married. He loved PLANNING the day that would be theirs, probably more in secret than in a ceremony. The colors, the little things they would do together-- all of it.  At first, it sounded nearly IMPOSSIBLE of an idea because, well, he was him and everyone else was.. Far greater. Jame, was no exception to this rule. Jame was tall, dark, handsome, and so much more. 

       . . . JAME was forever out of Hugo’s league. 

            . . . Jame’s protests over the years did [ [ l i t t l e ] ] to change his mind. 

However, as he talked about their wedding and what that meant in the near future, he watched the way Jame’s deep blues seemed to stare off causing him to grow silent. It was concerning, beyond measure. The littlest Weasley sighed lovingly, adjusting on the couch so that he was PRESSED right up against the other, eyes still focused on Jame. The kiss on his head didn’t break his focus on the other for a second. 

“ I was saying that--. . .” Hugo let his words fall, deciding to change topics mid thought. “ Th-That I want to know what you’re thinking about. . . I’m worried about you. ”

{ @jamesamael | cont. }

[hxgoweasley]

How many whispers? How did he know that I was his?

Timothy Laughlin, Fellow Travelers.

[hxgoweasley]

It’s really coming down outside. . . 

      Every now and then a rumble of thunder rolls across the sky. . . 

Hugo sat on his bed, legs crossed under him. Damaged hazel-brown eyes looked out the window, watching the way that the rain { d a n c e d } down from the sky.  He was left home alone--a time often DANGEROUS for the little Weasley.  Darkness AND alone meant that his voices could be in full swing without ANYONE fending them off.  Hugo knew that his person would be back soon. . . 

      . . . .Or would he?

I miss you. . .

      I miss you to the end of the galaxy. 

            I miss you more than there are stars in the universe. 

{ What if this time he doesn’t come back, Hugo? } 

Hugo tugged his legs to his chest, his knees up to his heart. What if the voice was right? The radio in the background was becoming a dull { s t a t i c } while his heart began to POUND in his chest and the rain came down harder than ever before.  It was picking up volume the same way that his inner thoughts were. Soon, they’d both be loud enough to COMPLETELY drown out the sound of the radio. “H-He just went t-to go get groceries. . . “ 

{ Are you sure? He’s been gone an AWFULLY long time. }

Hugo’s hands rubbed his wrists at the base of his sweater sleeves rapidly. He was growing anxious, nervous. Had something happened to him? No . . .No he’d . .  He’d learn. He would have known if he was not coming back, he would have been told. . . . 

      . . . .Wouldn’t he?

I miss you . . .

      Like a flower misses the sun.

            Or like a rainbow misses the rain.

{ What if he’s escaping? }

Tiny fingers fiddled with his sleeves, practically tearing holes in them, now  His head was SCREAMING at him, now, telling him things that Hugo's heart { d e s p e r a t e l y } hoped were not real. He could only ever WISH that what his voices weren’t real. He could hear his love’s voice in the back of his head telling him that his voices were wrong because they were ALWAYS wrong and that he would be back any minute now.  

{ He won’t be back. He’s NEVER coming back! }

     . . . but that minute had YET to come.

“P-Please stop. . .” he whispered, dropping his head onto his knees. The image of his love’s silhouette becoming faded in his vision and his memory. “H-He’ll be back, Hugo. . . H-He’ll be back. . .” He repeated the words to himself like a broken record. Thunder SLAMMED in the background, making him jump. Tears lined his eyes like raindrops on a windowsill, soon they’d be dripping on the pavement. 

{ N E V E R }. 

TSH!

Hugo yelped, his small frame trembled like a leaf in the storm. He had lost, { t h e y } had won. . .  Spoiler alert, when left alone they ALWAYS won. 

{ You know it. I know it. We all know it. } 

I miss you . . . 

      As a lover misses their other half.

            Or a fiance misses their beloved . . . 

{ Just accept it! }

And with that last set of hissed murmurs came Hugo’s shattered whisper into the empty room. 

“I miss you. . . “

Tears dripped in time with the rain down from his freckled chin and onto his hands. The radio grew from empty static back to being a song with words and a beat. The two background noises were no longer one, they were separate. The RADIO and the { r a i n }. 

Never heard anything like that . . .

      The way you whisper my name. . .

[thecursedson]

When you picture Bae with his special someone who is it? Do you think Bae has an end game ship?

Okie dokie, so I ship my muses very cautiously, always have an always will because there has to be a connection that’s real. Whether I see them as endgame or not, the connection has to be real for the ship to happen regardless. Obviously, not every ship that one has will be endgame, just like in real life, every relationship you have isn’t going to end in a marriage proposal, but, that doesn’t mean the other relationships aren’t real, either. 

Do you ever have a muse who looks at another muse and HONESTLY goes, “That’s my person?” 

On a different blog, I do. I firmly believe that if a muse is going to be your muse’s person, it is because they both have proved that their lives are better [ [ w i t h  ] ] that person than without and that together they can grow to be the best versions of themselves they can be. I believe that every muse has THEIR person. That person that they click with and the books write them selves.  On a different blog, if any of you follow @hxgoweasley , Hugo’s person is someone named Jame @jamesamael. In ANY verse I have, all I can picture is Hugo WITH Jame romantically. All Hugo can picture is himself with Jame. They are engaged and, at this point, all of his main verses has Jame in them. They’ve been together for 4, actual years. In some verses, his name is already Hugo Arthur Weasley-Samael. 

Now, focus back to this blog. I genuinely believe that Bae has found his person. Here’s how I came to this conclusion, and the person who this is can correct me if I’m wrong.  When these two met, they GENUINELY had this… connection.  It was like the little squid falling in love with the beautiful blue sky. This person saw [ [ s t r a i g h t ] ] through the fact that Bae is a spit fuck because he’s been hurt so many times and takes great pride in protecting him because he can no longer protect himself– something Baelfire never asked for. Bae can never get this person out of his mind. Every time he hears their song, he thinks of them. Every time he has a nightmare, he runs to them. They’re sugar and smoke rings… . They have this connection that’s so … Easy. It wasn’t forced, it has never been rocky. Since the day they met, this person has always been on Bae’s mind only for better, never for worse. This person was, honestly, not someone that I would ever expect for Bae. Ever. This person was dark, mysterious {… If you know Bae’s current relationships in other verses, he likes the bad boys}, very cold… Not someone I could see with Bae at first, but I was quickly proven wrong. In any verse, they flow like the river and, believe me, that list of verses is ever growing. That person is Jace { @mcrgensternsandwarlcks }.  The cigarette to Baelfire’s strawberry and they will be until Baelfire’s dying day. For Bae, Jace is his person. 

[hxgoweasley]

“So.. U-Umm.. that.. That word.. is umm...Y-Your favourite... W-Why again?”

[hxgoweasley]

Hands so strong they could break iron, but so gentle that they kept him safe from harm. Those hands created many memories for Hugo, but one thing they created, in particular, was a sanctuary. Those hands were frozen in mid-air and Hugo took that as an invitation to shuffle closer and closer until he was pressed with his nose into Jame’s chest. 

He inhaled DEEPLY the delicious smell that was the man he was lucky enough to call his fiancee. Cinnamon. Spice. And everything nice. 

“I-I know you say th-that I don’t have to ask.. b-but... I-I will always ask...” tiny fingers found sanctuary in the fabric that hugged Jame’s sides. “A-Always b-because I l-love you.”

{ { @jamesamael | Cont. ♡ } }