02-29-2020, 08:37 PM
dove
LOVE COULD BE LABELED POISON AND WE'D DRINK IT ANYWAYS.
She didn’t understand why Loess kept trying to take her, but it was unsettling. She knew it was not because of her. Dove, on her own, was nothing desirable. She was quiet and meek, and she did not wield any sort of powers that would make her useful to anyone. She was, though, a useful pawn when trying to target Draco. She was a safer option than Ghaul, that was to be sure. It made sense that if someone was trying to retaliate against her brother that they would come for her – weak, unassuming, plain Dove.
When the dust settles and it is just the two of them, she finally begins to relax. She did not know who Rebelle was, or why she had fixated on her brother, but their brief encounters unnerved her. She doesn’t respond to Draco’s earlier furious statement, opting to let him vent. When he was angry she was never sure where it was going to be directed at; even though it wasn’t her fault she was always afraid of accidentally making it worse, and so she remains quiet.
But his whispered question brings her eyes to his, and she feels her twisted heart flutter in her chest. She doesn’t protest when he pulls her close, and she hates herself for how easy it is to melt against him. That familiar war threatens to rise up again, and she desperately tries to swallow it away, to smother it with logic and reason and remind herself how wrong it is. “I’m fine, I promise,” she reassures him gently, with a timid smile that is hidden against his chest.
The sound of his heartbeat drowns out the rest of her thoughts, and she almost forgets she isn’t supposed to want this. Isn’t supposed to want him, isn’t supposed to want every little wretched thing her heart can’t help but to want. “They wouldn’t be able to keep me away from you,” she says on a whisper, her lips hesitantly touching against his chest. “No one ever will be able to.”
When the dust settles and it is just the two of them, she finally begins to relax. She did not know who Rebelle was, or why she had fixated on her brother, but their brief encounters unnerved her. She doesn’t respond to Draco’s earlier furious statement, opting to let him vent. When he was angry she was never sure where it was going to be directed at; even though it wasn’t her fault she was always afraid of accidentally making it worse, and so she remains quiet.
But his whispered question brings her eyes to his, and she feels her twisted heart flutter in her chest. She doesn’t protest when he pulls her close, and she hates herself for how easy it is to melt against him. That familiar war threatens to rise up again, and she desperately tries to swallow it away, to smother it with logic and reason and remind herself how wrong it is. “I’m fine, I promise,” she reassures him gently, with a timid smile that is hidden against his chest.
The sound of his heartbeat drowns out the rest of her thoughts, and she almost forgets she isn’t supposed to want this. Isn’t supposed to want him, isn’t supposed to want every little wretched thing her heart can’t help but to want. “They wouldn’t be able to keep me away from you,” she says on a whisper, her lips hesitantly touching against his chest. “No one ever will be able to.”