company, he chooses not to ask for more than his friend is willing to share.
⠀⠀❝someone nice, i hope.❞
⠀this is all he can wish for iván —— be this platonic or something more.
⠀as eager as blaise was to be offered some distraction from his dreadful stay in his hometown, he had never been one to pry on matters someone wished to keep to themselves and albeit pleased to hear he has found interesting⠀⠀ᦾ
he didn’t seem particularly eager to address the subject, nor did he have the air of someone about to confess to anything compromising. eventually, he lifted his eyes
…
⠀her mouth pressing against his jaw fills him with delight and anguish, in almost equal measure.
⠀no one could make him feel the way she does —— as if the jigsaw pieces of his life slot into place only in her presence,⠀⠀ᦾ
for a few moments, Irina remained perfectly still between his hands. then, almost imperceptibly, she leaned closer, turning her face just enough to press a brief kiss to his jaw before
…
finding her forehead, he etches a kiss upon her soft skin before murmuring for her and her alone to hear : ❝i shall stay for as long as you’ll want me, amore.❞
⠀because, in many ways, he is 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦.
⠀ᦾ
⠀⠀❝c’mon, don’t let me down, man !❞ he nudges him in a friendly fashion. ❝after ten long days of mandatory mourning with no entertainment besides the crocodile tears of ridiculously dramatic strangers, i’d welcome anything at all.❞
at the next question, he tilted his head ever so slightly, as though considering just how interesting anything he might have to say truly was. his fingers absently adjusted the cuff of his
are everything 𝗕𝗨𝗧 insignificant to me.❞
⠀on instinct, blaise had cupped her beautiful face into his hands, thumbs delicately tracing her cheekbones, somewhere in between his promise and the use of her full name.
⠀the flicker of understanding within her mesmerising eyes is all he needs to hope he could still stand a chance to fix this, which the short – lived brush of her fingers against his skin seems to confirm.
⠀guilt tastes sour,⠀⠀ᦾ
irina remained still beneath his touch, her eyes fixed on his face as he tucked the loose strand behind her ear. she did not pull away, nor did she do anything to encourage him.
his time on a man he had met no more than thrice, so leaving for good was a no – go. ❝i will however keep apologising to you for as long as necessary because you, irina bea nott,⠀⠀ᦾ
⠀⠀❝how unexpected.❞ is all he has to say regarding the latest news —— he cared very little, if at all, what all the buzz around daphne and theodore was about.
⠀⠀❝and as for you ?❞ he asks. ❝anything interesting to relate ?❞
the usual. Pansy is occupied with her affairs, Draco remains surrounded by men and women and i remain as stable as ever. perhaps you have not heard the latest: today, nothing was
gently tucks behind her ear. ❝my mother
always falls apart when these things happen …❞ he confesses in a whisper, as though letting her in on a secret. ❝i had to focus on her to refrain from being selfish.❞
⠀⠀❝irina …❞
⠀not pleading per se, his voice nonetheless softens as he calls her name with the warmth his italian accent adds to his tone.
⠀stepping forward, not pushing his luck but also not wanting her to leave for he had⠀⠀ᦾ
genuinely missed her, he lets his guard down which he never does around anyone else.
⠀⠀❝i’d have done things differently if i could have, however i had to plan funerals.❞ his left hand reaches for a loose strand of hair he⠀⠀ ᦾ
⠀i always come home to you —— you know this, don’t you ?
⠀i didn’t think ten days would upset you so, i am most sincerely sorry.
⠀however, you have been on my mind on every one of those days. and i brought you something special.
non provare a giocare la carta della pietà, idiota. you may have had every reason in the world to leave, but a letter explaining why would have been appreciated. even just one.
now that has truly shattered what remains of my long—dead heart. no exceptions to the rule, then. with the gift you may perhaps redeem yourself, perhaps.