this love is like your rollercoaster.
Pairing: DominiqueScorpius
Disclaimer: Nothing you recognise is mine
Challenge: the 'Taylor Swift' challenge – love and heartbreak
Prompt: The Other Side of the Door – Taylor Swift
She turns from you, all tears and glitter and redred hair, and you think that you can let her go, but you can't (you're too in love with her).
She's all big dreams, and Romeo and Juliet romanticism, and you know that if you let her leave, she'll lock herself away with all the photos you've taken and ignore you for days (and you can't have that, she's like the most important part of your heart, without her you can't function).
She's already up the stairs when you chase after her ( because you know that she wants you to do) and although she's charmed the door shut you wait until she's calm (after-all she's a tempest, and they always burn themselves out eventually).
Over the course of the night she rages like a hurricane (because she's young and foolish and all she can think of is your lips on some other girls) so she spells rain clouds to soak you, and ice to freeze you, but you don't leave, you can't.
At 4am you hear her slide down against the door, a mess of sighs and heartache, and because you know her so well, you know the questions she hasn't asked you (like why you're still there).
"Dom?" you breathe quietly, and she doesn't answer you but you hear her breathing stop (and that's all you need), "I'm in love with you okay. As in completely and utterly. And it's a problem yes, but I can't help it, I kinda need you like the way the sun needs to shine."
She doesn't respond, and that's sort of okay (you didn't expect her to) and somewhere between the lightening darkness and the patient silence you fall into a half sleep.
When the door opens, you almost don't hear it, but the feather light kiss to your lips, and her words at your ears, set the colours around you blazing, because she's never said them before and they're what you always thought they would be.
More than you deserve
a n d
more than enough.
