21. Your character walking in on mine wearing your muses’ clothes.
Atalia had made herself at home in their new apartment. It was exactly what it was–a home. She’d unpacked boxes at a leisurely pace while Levi was at work.
First, she opened the windows to let the air in, cursing the small apartment for not having great circulation. Next, she changed into shorts, and after that, she resigned that all her clothes were just too warm. She could walk around naked, but it wasn’t exactly the first impression she wanted to give her neighbors.
She finished unpacking while wearing one of Levi’s shirts, just thankful it didn’t feel like it was sticking to her skin.
By the time she heard the keys in the door, she was standing in the middle of the living room, looking through the last couple boxes. Atalia glanced over her shoulder and smiled.
“I was wondering what time you’d be back.” She turned back around to the box to close it up, thankful she had a distraction. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy having something to do while home alone, it was just that she wasn’t used to doing as much housework without a house elf.
“Yeah I…” Hearing keys drop to the ground, she was hit with a sudden irrational fear that something happened, but as she turned around, she just saw him staring at her. “Merlin how did I get so lucky?”
A witty response was on the tip of her tongue, but all she could do was laugh as he scooped her up in his arms, kissing her.
“Wait--” her voice was muffled against his lips, forcing herself to pull away. “We need to finish unpacking!
“We’ll finish it later,” Levi said. Despite the answer, she knew they wouldn’t be getting back to work anytime soon. When she didn’t answer, she figured he took that as agreement, because they were immediately back to kissing, Levi’s borrowed shirt discarded on the floor.
5. Your character walking in on mine waking from a nightmare.
This got really fucking long I apologise for nothing
Valentine hated falling asleep in strange places. She couldn’t always guarantee that she wasn’t going to have a nightmare- something that seemed to happen with more and more regularity since the war began. She didn’t really have a choice but to join her darling husband at the Yaxley Manor, though she was more than certain everyone would have preferred if the mudblood had stayed home. Several hours of forced polite conversation later and Valentine found herself excusing herself from her husband’s side.
It was incredible how she practically became invisible once she was no longer on Dorian’s arm. As if being out of sight of her husband suddenly made her Valentine Lexington and not Valentine Avery. Just this once though, Valentine didn’t mind. The fewer people who looked at her or got into a forced polite conversation the better. She was drained from pretending to smile, pretending that she didn’t hear the whispers or see the looks people threw her way when they thought she wasn’t paying attention. She saw and heard everything though and while she kept her head up high the words and looks cut deeper than they would ever know.
Almost as if her feet had a mind of their own, Valentine found herself in a part of the house she was almost certain no one was supposed to be in. Hesitantly, Valentine reached forward and turned the handle to Levi’s bedroom finding it thankfully empty. She’d been in here once before she’d just disappeared from Levi’s life but it looked exactly the same as she remembered. Crossing the room, Valentine sat on the edge of Levi’s bed trying to remember a time when she’d been happier. When she’d so naively believed that marrying into a Pureblood family didn’t mean making herself miserable every day- every moment -of her life. Sighing she let herself fall back and before she knew it she was a sleep.
It started like it always did. Valentine was standing in the middle of Knockturn Alley. The streets were empty but since the attack there the streets were always empty now. It was disconcerting seeing the terror behind the eyes of the family she’d married into. They’d always been so strong, so sure of their path, but since Avery’s attack they were all too keen to keep their cards close to their chest and be wary of everyone. It made trying to get close to them difficult. They looked at her as if she’d had something to do with the attack. As if she would have sided with the Blood Thieves. No. Not after they almost took Chryson away from her. She wanted the Blood Thieves gone almost as badly is they did.
She’d blink and then the scenery would change. She’d be hidden in an alcove down the Alley her heart beating far too loudly as spells and hexes few around her. She’d close her eyes wishing to wake up. It was a dream. It couldn’t be a memory because Valentine had been safe at home during the time of the attack. She had been berating house elves and planning dinners and book club menus and meetings while Chryson and Avery were being attacked, and tortured, and forever changed just because they were purebloods.
Like always though instead of waking up when she opened her eyes she’d still be in the dream. This was the part she dreaded. The part where the only man she’d ever loved would be standing in front of her and she’d have no control over what happened next. Her body would move, in her right hand she’d raise her wand to Chryson. She’d be screaming at herself to not do it but her own dead eyes would stare back at her and once the wand was level with Chryson’s chest the dream would change again and she’d be holding a gun. She’d beg and scream and cry but nothing would stop the bullet from leaving the gun and striking Chryson. She’d watch him fall and gasp for help, his blood staining the cobblestones. Then she’d raise her hand again, a wand this time, and the killing curse would leave her lips-“NO!” She’d shoot up screaming, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her chest heaving as she felt the soft comforter under her fingertips. Even in the dark she knew she was not at home in her bed. Before her mind could stop racing with the nightmare that plagued her sleep the door to the room slammed open and the lights came on too quickly.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
She knew that voice. Brushing the tears off her cheeks and composing herself as much as she could Valentine looked in the doorway to see the first boy who’s heart she’d broken. “What does it look like I’m doing?” She asked with none of the usual biting sarcasm in her voice. It was difficult to conjure that up when she was still so shaken from her nightmare.
“You know what I don’t even fucking care. Just get out. Now.”
Sliding off the bed Valentine rolled her eyes a little bit, feeling her heartbeat return to normal, feeling herself able to build up her walls again be the bitch Levi thought she was. She fixed her hair and straightened out her dress before looking at Levi who had crossed to the opposite end of the room and was pointedly not looking at her. Smirking a little she walked to the doorway and paused, looking over her shoulder at Levi. “Could you imagine what people would say if they knew I’d been in your bed? That we’d been alone together in your room?” She asked with a lilt to her voice before giggling and walking back towards the party. It was better if Levi hated her. He deserved to be happy.
[text]: Lol okay[text]: If you’re expecting me to apologize for stealing your girlfriend while dancing, don’t hold your breath. Or do. I don’t really care.[text]: Not my fault I know how to move my hips.
