we always talk about homoeroticism between the maruaders in this fandom, but what about the homoeroticism between the valkyries???
there’s something so intimate about lily painting marlene’s nails
there’s something so intimate about mary braiding pandoras hair
something so intimate about the quidditch rivalry between dorcas and marlene
there’s something so intimate about lingering glances across the classroom, something so intimate about soft touches of hands when sharing a book during potions
there’s something so intimate about the way they all have seen each other in nothing but their underwear, swapping clothes and laying on each other’s beds, legs entangled, gossiping for hours on end about everything that comes to mind;
marlene’s head on lily’s lap, lily leaning on pandora while she plays with mary’s hair — and their complete devotion fixated on dorcas, who is reading to them, while she sits hip to hip with lily.
never more than mere inches between them; existing skin to skin, glance to glance — the love between them like an invisible string. intertwined even in death. a connection where you’d rather forget than live in the absence of each other’s love.
