written for mew & mor's weird pairings challenge.
two weeks
padma & kingsley
he's too old for her,
(too charming for anyone else.)
carnations painted red spread on bedsheets –
so she wishes, but dreams are dreams and nothing more
little girls working in the ministry, but he
doesn't trust strangers.
stow wands away,
hurried kisses behind closed doors.
for the minister of magic is a busy man.
/ too busy for baby girls
god, she's ohsolonely, and ohsocold
& she needs some m e d i c i n e
but truth is, the only difference between cure and poison
is the dosage.
she says, he says, they say
but all that matters
is the conversation between two.
he's always
had a thing for strays
but the before, like always, goes unsaid
and lost, like precipitation.
they are but
raindrops, pushed by wind.
he is her king(sley)
all in secret.
the only difference between
love and hate is his tone,
and she loves it.
he doesn't love her though,
she doesn't have a …
clue.
she asks him – "would you always?"
but he can only say "maybe sometime."
'cause she's too young for him;
and too much of a
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for anyone else.