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)
.
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)
.
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)
.
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)
.
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)
