a/n: i've written quite a few drabbles for the drabble tag at ngfs, and i thought i'd make a collection of them here. :)
warning: this includes a cousin/cousin relationship. if that offends you, please don't read this.
bring in the storm
james + dominique
( breakable )
You think that possibly, your penchant for romanticism will be the death of you. You want floating ball gowns and crumbling castles and red lipstick and typewriters and you wish, you wish, you wish, that you had been born five hundred years ago. You would be an aristocrat, definitely. How couldn't you be? You're Dominique Weasley and you're part-Veela and you're one of the romantic things - you're a floating leaf in an abandoned passageway, you're a classic record in a musty charity shop.
And you – you, you unbreakable aristocrat – you think that maybe you and James, you could be one of the romantic things, too. Because isn't there something hopelessly fairytale about forbidden love? The Romeo and Juliet perspective, except not. (Not, because your families don't hate each other because they are each other. Not, because you don't live in the Elizabethan era, you live in the cold, sharp twenty-first century. Not, because you're blood relations – cousins, Dominique, and that will never change. Not, not, not.)
Because you, you are one of the romantic things, but you will never live five hundred years ago. You're not an aristocrat and you can never be forgiven for falling in love with the worst possible boy.
Maybe you aren't so unbreakable anymore.