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Poe "Fite Me" Dameron ([personal profile] flightforfreedom) wrote in [community profile] sekkritaus2018-12-27 02:58 pm

Hogwarts / Wizarding World AU



Like it says on the tin.

Feel free to use the plotting thread or just dump a top level and go for it.
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[personal profile] killtime 2019-01-01 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hearing his relief, how blatant and raw it is — it's painful. Her own heart clenches underneath her ribs as if gripped in a fist. He isn't even angry with her. Even after everything she's put them through. He only — reaches for her, and pulls her close, pressing his forehead to hers. It's more than she deserves, but exactly what she needs. Especially now, when it feels like everything has ended except what they have with each other.

Her exhale wavers when she lifts her hands to cup his face in return, as if that might steady her a little, just to touch him.
]

It's not just you. [ Her voice is barely there — a ragged whisper. ] I love you. [ Again, quieter, rougher: ] I love you.
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[personal profile] killtime 2019-01-01 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's the same sentiments they've always said to each other. That undying loyalty, a promise to always stay together — only now, the part that was unspoken all this time is out in the open, and she isn't sure if her heart feels more free or more heavy for it. This is a terrible time to confess to love, when everything is unbalanced and uncertain. When they're being hunted. But she needed to say it. And — for all her selfish hypocrisy, she needed to hear it too. ]

You're a damn fool, you know that? [ But there's no bite to it. She's too raw with emotion, exposed in a way she so rarely is. ] You could've been with anybody. But you picked the girl who broke your heart.

[ That probably makes her the fool, doesn't it? A lucky fool, too. Because he's still here, and he still loves her, all these years later. ]
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[personal profile] killtime 2019-01-01 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He deserves so much better. Is it too late for her to try and give him that now? After so much has been taken away from them already... But if she doesn't try now, then when? With an attack like this, who knows how long they'll be on the run or how long their lives will be threatened. It has to be now. She has to give them as much time to be together as possible. She's already wasted so many years. ]

Mine is yours too. Has been, even when I was pretending like it wasn't.

[ It's hard, admitting these things — but not as hard as the thought of losing him. ]

Give me one more chance. [ A quiet murmur as she tilts her head, just brushing her lips against his. ] Take me back.
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[personal profile] killtime 2019-01-02 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's more softness than she's shown or accepted in so long that it feels a little foreign — and at the same time, it's almost too familiar, a nostalgic reminder of that fleeting moment when they were young and belonged to one another. It makes regret swell in her chest as she looks at him from under her eyelashes — a certain melancholy that seems all the heavier for the things they've been through today. But she can't change the past — not without a Time-Turner anyway — so it seems all she can do to lean in and press an apologetic kiss to his mouth. ]

Survive this with me. [ Her hands press a little harder to his face. ] Once the dust is settled... Then I'll make it all up to you.
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[personal profile] killtime 2019-01-02 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ She lingers for a moment, finding it difficult in that moment to pull away — and compromising, finally, by pressing one more brief kiss to his mouth before she withdraws. They really do have to get the wards reinforced. None of what they've said to each other will matter if dark wizards come knocking at the door en masse. ]

You should rest. Looked like you took a pretty good hit to the head. I'll be back in a few.

[ Ignoring the aches of her own body — and a deep desire to just stay with him a while — she straightens up, gripping her wand as she moves for the door. She'll make a perimeter, then circle back in towards the house. Then, small gods willing, they'll be able to catch a few spare winks of sleep. ]
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[personal profile] killtime 2019-01-03 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ She only raises her eyebrows slightly at him in response, her answer tinged in her usual dryness: ]

You know it'd be a real damper on your sex life if you hexed me, right?

[ But even though she plays it cool, there's small tells that betray she's still worried — her wryness is a little distracted, and her shoulders carry a lingering tension as she turns to cast one last protective enchantment on the front door as she nudges it shut behind her. ]

I cast a caterwauling charm a ways out. Should be loud enough to wake us, if something or someone gets to close.
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[personal profile] killtime 2019-01-03 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her hand is already there, meeting his halfway. She gives him a little squeeze as her fingers tangle with his. ]

Better safe than sorry. [ It's a grim sort of joke when she goes on: ] Being dead would probably be a damper on our sex lives too.

[ A heavy exhale. Her whole body feels tired, but tense at the same time — filled with a restless energy she can't quite let go of, while some unknown danger is still out there somewhere, beyond her sight. There's not much else to do about it now, but it's still hard to settle down anyway. It's half-absent when she asks aloud: ]

You think we're safe enough to rest a while?
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[personal profile] killtime 2019-01-04 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The stairs feel daunting. The aches and pains left over from the fight at the Ministry have no problem reminding her of their presence as she drags her feet up to the second floor with Poe. They've both looked a hell of a lot better. But hey. At least they're still together, right? ]

Don't be dramatic. I'm fine. [ She says dismissively with a sigh. Doesn't matter if that's true or not — she'll say it anyway. Even though there's definitely a cut above her eyebrow that's gone sticky with blood, and her ribs are probably bruised from catching the fringe of an Expulso Curse. Not to mention all the various nicks and cuts she can't be bothered with. ] Nothing a few hours of sleep won't fix.

[ Or a few hours of laying awake staring at the ceiling, since sleep seems a bit of a reach right now. ]