"Everything about you
Is beautiful-
Your hair your laugh your smile and your eyes"
And "hey you looked really cute
Today"
Are those honestly
The only things
You know how to say
It was getting late.
The night sky outside was inky, and the draught had long since blown cold the fire burning in the stone fireplace. The room was cold, ice cold.
And still she waited, her white hands folded neatly in her lap. Any observer would have thought her a filial wife, a pious woman waiting for some sort of Coming. And they would have thought her so serene, so placid as she waited quietly in the cold. But they would have thought wrong.
They would have missed the tears glistening like dew on her long lashes, and the way her fingers plucked at the lush velvet fabric of her robes. They would have missed the way her eyes raked the wall to check the time, only to realize this is not home, she is not home, this is her new home now, and Malfoy Manor doesn't have any clocks.
Time doesn't exist here.
A fire suddenly ignites in the fireplace, huge green whorls of flame, and she knows he's coming now. And her heart contracts, pulls closed, and at the same time she longs to open her arms and feel the way she did when they got married. A loud sucking noise and he comes whirling into the picture, stepping immaculately onto the marble floor. He never stumbles.
"Hello, love," he says, looking right through her. She stands up and lets him come close enough to put his lips to her hair. "You're beautiful," he says, "have I ever told you that?"
"Every day," she replies evenly.
She wonders if he tells her that every day, too.
Don't get me wrong
I appreciate it
But the problem is
Even you don't believe it
And it wouldn't matter
If either of us did
God she's so lucky
I realize this is super short, and I realize I haven't been updating Don't Stop Believing. I seem to work better on oneshots :( TO BE UPDATED