Perfectly Imperfect
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DomSander
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It was a vicious, continuous cycle.
{Fight, break up, kiss, m a k e u p}
They went from peace to war with a speed and ferocity that made the stories of Voldemort's death eaters seem weak.
Every time they fought they seemed to forget their age. Before long the childish insults were hitting their marks and the fists were flying.
When they made up, they left you wondering.
Wondering how the hell the world was still in one piece and spinning the right way round
No one was capable of moving through the barriers of hatred and love that quickly.
'cos it is love not just lust.
They're in love.
Heads shook in a rhythm as eyes followed the pair out of the Great Hall, Lysander's tie firmly clenched in Dom's hand and his arm around her waist.
It was anyone's guess whether they were about to fight or m a k e u p
They're perfectly imperfect