pairing: lorcan/molly
prompt: 'tame'
Lorcan often watched her from afar.
He watched not what she did consciously, but rather what she did not control.
The way her venetian-red wavy locks fell around her pale shoulders.
The way her hands clenched when she thought about something sad.
The way her nose scrunched when she was confused.
The way she sat, slightly hunched over, legs crossed.
He was Lorcan Scamander, and he was born in a meadow not far from his house.
He was not tame in any way, shape, or form.
He was the prowling lion on the prairie, the swooping hawk in the sky, the great white shark in the sea, the slithering snake on the ground.
He was the untamable whirlwind that had fallen in love with perfect, elegant, delicate, always-follows-the-rules, tame Molly Weasley!
He was Lorcan Scamander, and he had fallen in love with Molly Weasley.