“If there 𝙬𝙖𝙨 someone else, would it matter? You don’t love me, Regulus. You love the / 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 / of me.”
It 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 true, her words, or perhaps she was putting things into her broken mind to protect herself from a pain that seemed inevitable. *𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 of a ( more
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⠀⠀Protecting us both , 𝙝𝙤𝙬 ———
{ and then she was walking away, but she could no longer ever walk it of his /life/, Regulus catching up in a few steps before catching her arm , and forcing her to a halt. }
Your dismissal isn’t protecting anyone. Not /us/.
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than close ) friendship gone to waste. 𝙉𝙤𝙬? It was all different, a big fat mess, two “𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴” being forced into marriage when all she wanted to do was run from it all.
Hestia refused to look at him, she couldn’t bring herself to doing so, hazels damp and
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let out a deep sigh, giving him one final look before she turned on her heel, she could feel the tears forming but she tried so hard not to let them fall.
“You don’t have to be like 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, Regulus. . . I’m doing this to protect us both. . .”
The final sentence slipped out 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩, but she spoke the truth ( ? ), it was all too difficult now and in her chaotic mind the two of them would never work well together.
Hestia
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⠀⠀{ Whatever progress he thought he made was taken the moment Hestia pulled from his embrace, that diamond clad wall of his lowering back down and becoming /impenetrable/ once more. . . Displaying the very person his betrothed now feared.
Perhaps it was better this
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so much, hazels filled with 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 as she continued to look up at the one she no longer recognised and forced herself to dodge the subject.
“I think we should get back to class before we land ourselves in detention. . .”
The softness, his touch, it is something she craved to the point of 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 but this didn’t stop her from pulling both hands out of his gentle grasp. Not that she wanted to, she / 𝘩𝘢𝘥 / to, because whatever “𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴” was felt like a bad idea deep down. It hurt,
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⠀⠀{ Regulus was silent for a few moments before grabbing onto her wrists and slowly turning his head to press a kiss against her inner palm. }
Thank you for being with me. I don’t think anyone *𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 would Hestia.