Porphyria made the mistake of laughing, which didn’t help at catching her breath; all it did was amplify their physical state, her ribcage pressed against November’s, and the nearness of their faces. “Only if that was what you wanted,” she said, eyeing her half-seriously. (She had said as much, that she wanted to go by drowning – but hopefully she did not intend it to be today.)
She pressed her hands to the grass at either side of November’s head, perhaps intending to push herself up and off her – but distracted, now, by trying to determine just what November Malfoy did want.
She pressed her hands to the grass at either side of November’s head, perhaps intending to push herself up and off her – but distracted, now, by trying to determine just what November Malfoy did want.
a sublime set by Lady! <3