Let The Stars Bring You Home to Me

by Wild Rabbit Tails

1. Staring just isn't enough

Rose lays stretched on her stomach as Scorpius, who is lying next to her, traces lazy circles on her shoulder blade. Basking in the afterglow, she feels the cool air breeze through an open window to her left. The sky outside is so full of stars and it shames the daylight in its beauty. The breeze however, is in stark contrast to the man on her right who is keeping her warm. He is like a human star she thinks, turning away from the window to look at him. The finger on her back stills as he gives her a raised eyebrow and a quizzical look. His skin seems luminescent in the moonlight and his eyes- steel they are -resemble moons. Your name suits you she says with a soft, sleepy smirk. He rolls his eyes, shifts and rests his head inches from her own. So does yours.

2. Lost at sea

The library is vast and Scorpius has half a mind to think it expands at it's own volition. He really wouldn't be surprised if it did.

I can't stand you...

I'm better of alone...

You're free to leave...

I don't need you anymore...

I don't need anyone...

He shouldn't have said that. He didn't mean it. She must know. She needs to know he loves her. He needs her.

God,

She's been gone

For thirty minutes

And

I

Can't

Breathe

Now Scorpius is running and he is weaving between shelves and he can't find her. He barley registers that Pince is yelling and he sees her. Tucked between a shelf and a corner, curled like a lost child. They are both lost souls on their own. They need each other as constants he supposes.

His rush is gone and he approaches her slowly like the world has been flooded by a viscous liquid. She looks up just as slow. When he reaches her he kneels, a dying man praying for his life.

You

Are

My Gravity

You keep

Me steady

I'm sorry

Please

Please

Don't Leave

And she looks at him and he understands the muggle playwright she loves so much because she looks like the sunrise. And she says it's okay/I love you/I need you too/I won't leave.

And it just makes everything okay.

3. Supernova

A rose is passion. It symbolizes an intense heat one has for another. Rose is heat. From her hair to the freckles on her nose and shoulders to the stare she gives when she is angry/inquisitive/annoyed/aroused. It seems as though she does everything with every fibre of her being. She can be a match/candle/blaze/smoke. Scorpius is none of this. He deep space. Cold and silent but filled with questions and what-could-be-s. He needs her. He needs the balance. And she needs him too. Because someone needs to watch the fire before it burns us all to the ground. Someone who isn't afraid of being burned themselves.

And when the writhe together, each consuming and being consumed, they are supernovas both. They are stars exploding. Flaring with their final breath. He remembers a painting in his father's study, it was of a woman being burned with hordes of people cheering and watching. Her head is thrown back in either pain or ecstasy, Scorpius was never really sure. But now, in these moments where his mind is burning along with the rest of him, he thinks he finally understands.