freckles

by Someone aka Me

"you {love3 the way her skin is dotted with freckles / like a pattern of stars drawn on the backdrop of a sky that only you get to see the whole of" :: Freeverse. Rose/Scorpius, for Nay.

Written for the beautiful Nayla (the original horcrux) who had a birthday today (at least I'm hoping it's still today; timezones baffle me greatly, especially Australian time). Darling, you are a beautiful human being and I love you to bits. Hope your birthday is as wonderful as you are :)

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Beautiful, but watch for thorns

you know by the name that she's not going to be tame

she's not a trophy girlfriend

she's not what your father wants

but she is fiery and raw and real

and her thorns cut and you bleed and for the first time you feel alive

and

you

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for her

you {love3 the way her laugh bubbles up like carbonation

you {love3 the way her eyes glimmer when she grins

you {love3 the way her skin is dotted with freckles

like a pattern of stars drawn on the backdrop of a sky that only you get to see the whole of

only you get to count the freckles spatter across her shoulder blades

only you get to taste the lonely freckle behind her left ear

only you get to trace the connect-the-dot across her skin

and you tell her that she is beautiful so many times that she starts to believe you

you tell her that you love her so many times that she starts to see the truth

and somehow

by some miracle

she

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l

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s

for you as well

and you could not ask for more.

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Watch for the stinger

the name alone tells you he is dangerous

he is exactly what your father tells you to avoid

But he is charming and fierce and real

and his stinger pierces the skin but leaves no venom; it doesn't kill you, instead it makes you feel alive

and

you

f

a

l

l

for him

you {love3 the way his laugh vibrates through his chest

you {love3 the way his eyes always contain that knowing, smirking spark

you {love3 the way his skin is translucent in the moonlight, pale and perfect and whole

a fact that only you get to know, because he hates it

and you trace your fingers along the colors of his veins

you feel, you see the life flowing through him, and you don't understand how he could ever think it a flaw

and you tell him that he is perfect so many times he actually begins to wonder what you see that he doesn't

you tell him that you love him so many times that he begins to believe you

and somehow

by some miracle

he

f

a

l

l

s

for you as well

and you could not ask for more.