♧ / ♦/ ♗ for ted !
♧: Your muse playing with their hair !
at first. she doesn’t register what that feeling is. it only takes her a second to realize that it’s his fingers running through those dark locks of hers, and she tears her gaze away from the lake to only look up at him. it’s only the two of them now, resting underneath a far too large tree that shields them from the sun, with a view of the lake. “ that feels nice. ” she says it absentmindedly, as if trying to remember the last time someone had run their fingers through her hair. she can’t remember because it simply hasn’t happened to her past the age of four.
♦: Slow dancing !
“ i thought you said you were clumsy, ” she says, albeit a bit distractedly. it may have to due with the fact of their proximity, and the fact that this is the first time that she’s noticed that ted tonks has eyes that aren’t exactly green, but are more jade. “ you’ve only stepped on my feet once, and i’ve stepped on yours t w i c e. i can’t settle for this. ” she’s breathless when she’s done, unsure of how to react to the close proximity and how she can’t stop noticing new details, like how he’s got the slightest bit of stubble now, and she forces herself to look down at their feet under the guise of refusing to step on him again. for the first time in years, andromeda black is truly and utterly a nervous mess, and all because of a GUY.
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap !
they’ve been silent for the better part of the last hour. it always better that way, especially in the astronomy tower. she’d managed to cast some sort of spell that left the top of the tower transparent, allowing them to see the night sky with an unrestricted view. and from so high up, it almost seems as if they are near the stars. “ when i was younger, i used to do this very thing on my balcony, with all these astronomy books i stole from the black library, ” she says rather fondly. it’s a memory that will only ever be just that; because the black manor is no longer her home. “ when i get homesick, i look for andromeda and regulus. ” she looks down at him, at the serene face resting on her lap, but pauses once she notices that he hasn’t stirred once in the last twenty minutes. he’d fallen asleep. so she runs a hand through his hair while she seeks out andromeda or regulus, hoping to feel some sort of familiarity in her new world.