#parvatealeaves

[humanbludgers]

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[ Meme ]; Oldie but a goodie and therefore still accepting

[humanbludgers]

@parvatealeaves

You thought you would tell her in the darkness, when you were lulled by the rhythm of her breathing. You thought you would touch your lips to her ear and whisper it to her as she fell asleep. But you didn’t.

You wanted to tell her every time she buried her face in your chest and clutched you to her so hard she trembled. You both knew what she was thinking, but words would have broken the surface tension. You kissed her hair and said nothing.

When you told her, you told her in the blazing sunshine after one pun too many had left her weak and hiccupping. You laughed “I love you” without even thinking, and it was so effortless that you said it again, and again when you wrestled her into the grass to cover her flushed face with kisses, and again---again and again, for the rest of your life.

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@parvatealeaves​

George goes through his nervous tie-straightening, cuff-checking routine for the dozenth time since Parvati all but dragged him out the door that morning. It’s not that he doesn’t want to meet her parents; after all, he was the one who suggested it. But he wasn’t expecting to feel so very much like an awkward teenager facing a scolding again, or to stand here staring down a doorbell for such an uncomfortable length of time.

As a last resort, he mentally dares himself in Fred’s voice to just push the stupid thing, and before he knows it there’s an ominous buzzing from inside the house. He sighs and manages a tense little smile over at Parvati.

“Five sickles says I don’t last ten minutes before he tosses me out on my arse.”

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@parvatealeaves:

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She’d got up at seven thirty a.m, thinking she had work ––– and thinking she was at her old flat. She’d got up and almost walked into the wall. It was George’s bedroom that had had the most boxes unopened that she would have to deal with that day. There were only a couple in the kitchen, and boy did they need the kitchen ones. She had bumped into Angelina in said kitchen and the two had breakfast together. It was nice. Like living in student accommodation, almost.

But Angelina had gone to work and Parvati had returned back upstairs to her boyfriend. Tea was the only way to deal with him in the morning. She looked over to him and rolled her eyes. She was, without permission, encased in one of his t-shirts and of course it almost fell to her knees. It was one of his smaller ones.

“What makes you think I ought to do it? It’s not my problem,” she giggled, climbing to sit on her (her!) pillow and inspect her bright red toenails for signs of chipping.

George had already stretched an endless arm across to the bedside table and somehow managed to take a long drink of tea without sitting up. It helped that the cup was a prototype nose-biter. It didn’t bite noses, but it did like to be drunk from at any angle but the right one.

Now he whined something that might’ve been Parvati’s name and wriggled his head into her lap, thoroughly getting in the way of what she was doing.

“ ’Cause you love me,” he mumbled, twisting round and nuzzling his nose against her stomach.

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@parvatealeaves​ replied to your post and said:

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Georgia jumps, quite violently, at a commotion from the fireplace and has to take a moment to breathe and find her heartbeat again before turning around to greet her visitor. There’s a particularly potent kind of stress that comes with hostessing one’s mother for an afternoon, and another for introducing her to one’s lover, and Georgia has no idea what she was thinking when she decided to impose them both on herself at once.

”Mum! Hi! Okay, er… we’ve got tea in the pot, should be brewed by now, and a shi—I-I mean, a ton of cake. Fred’s down in the shop but she said she’d drop in when she gets a moment, and I think Vati’s just… powdering her nose.” In fact, Parvati’s getting changed, as they both have several times that day in spontaneous panics that their skirts are too short or heels too high or necklines too low. “Come in, sit down, make yourself at home, okay?”

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“you’re a good pillow.”

[ Meme ]; Come get yer free Georgecuddles

“ ‘Course I am. First thing they teach you in boyfriend school.”

Their date had technically ended hours ago, but Parvati stopping by the flat to rest her feet for a moment before she went home had turned into a cup of tea, and one cup had become two, and now they were intertwined on the sofa, her head resting on George’s arm, her back flush against his chest as he absently traced the shell of her ear with one finger.

“Bit late. Wanna just stay the night?”