For Camp Potter – arts and crafts, week 4 with the prompts hush, hush; mirror; sleep.

For OTP bootcamp – nightmare.

Finally, for Teddy. Because what else is one of the Queens of CharlieDraco going to gift you for your birthday when she knows that you love them? Happy birthday, love!

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Hush

I murmur, placing my hands over yours.

Your eyes meet mine in the |mirror|,

blueblue meeting graygray,

and I can't help but think

we could be a masterpiece.

(But you don't want to let us)

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Hush

I say, cutting you off,

cutting off the excuses you make up.

Your graygray eyes narrow;

they express more than you think,

you know?

Even now, I can see what you

don't want me to,

can see your fears, your hurt

your love.

(You're not an iceman after all)

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Hush

I press against your lips

because I'm tired of playing

this game.

I want to be your everything.

I don't care about the past,

about who you were.

Because nothing can compare

to who you are when you're with me

(Mostly, though, because I love you)

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Hush

I whisper against your skin,

trying to soothe your fears,

but it's muffled by

the sounds of you

screamingcryingyelling

in your sleep.

(Somehow, you never hear me)

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Hush

You murmur,

silencing my worries, my fear,

focusing your graygray eyes

solely on me.

You're baring your soul to me,

and I know this.

You're giving me the ability

to harmhurtdestroy you

– with just three words –

but you know I won't.

(Because you trust me)