prompt: tempest
writer: lonely hands

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And, the thing is, the two of you are much too the same.

She's this whirlwind of clashing colours, her skin glittering beneath your fingertips, and her smiles as precious as stardust - she's a tempest, and her violent beauty outshines them all. And what she needs is a boy who can compliment a tornado - a boy like Scamander, who plucks guitar strings like you pluck pure, innocent hearts.

You are like the ringing of her echo as she tears the world apart, but you are no match for a girl (and a boy) like that.


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