notamoonchild
9: forehead kiss
Teddy had slipped into the room silently, concerned by the quiet sobbing that could be heard if one stood close enough to Victore’s bedroom door. He went immediately to the figure curled up on her bed. Sitting next to her, his arms wrapped around her, drawing her into the warmth of his chest. He stroked her hair gently, but otherwise stayed silent. Though he was concerned, he fought against his urge to inquire, deciding instead to let her feel whatever she was feeling over whatever it was.
Finally her chin lifted and his green eyes met her blue ones.
”I’m here if you need me,” he murmured, planting the softest of kisses just below her hairline, his lips lingering for slightly longer than was necessary.
⸢✧⸥
Victoire's knees were tucked up into her chest, wisps of strawberry tinted silvery blonde hair stuck to her salty cheeks as the evidence of her distress. The gentle weeping turned to heaving sobs, unaware of the welcomed presence in the room. A sharp inhale accompanied her gasp as his arms weaved around her form. It only took a moment to melt against him. Moments earlier she had stormed rather dramatically from a family dinner, yet here Teddy was offering his total compassion without uttering a solitary question.
Slowly her chin would would rise from the tear stained shirt on his chest, a sniffle coming from her nose as it scrunched up.
❛ But you won't always be. You're graduating. I'm still going to be stuck at Hogwarts while you go out into the world. And, well – I don't want to hold you back. ❜
