Chapter 14: Dominique and Lorcan
Candle flavour: french vanilla
Extra prompts: foam, glitter, mercy
He was completely at her mercy, a toy to do with what she wanted. One word from her would build him up; one swipe of a paw would tear him back down.
Their relationship seemed to confuse everyone: her French mother, her Weasley father, her brother and sister and all her cousins, not to mention his parents. Not even Lysander understood; and if Lorcan was perfectly honest, he didn't understand either.
He was smart and sensible - a dreamer, yes, but a typically logical Ravenclaw nontheless (that was something else no one understood: how one person could be two such different things at the same time). Being with Dominique wasn't a Ravenclaw thing to do. Dominique was all vanilla-scented hair and glittering eyes, foam-white skin and blazing temper; Lorcan was cool and calm but with dreamy chocolate-coloured eyes. He knew he didn't stand a chance against her - she burned so bright he would be charred and black in a second if she so chose.
He was completely at her mercy, but, somehow...he didn't mind.
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