For the Next-Gen Drabble Tag!
James & Molly. Runes.
He traced his fingers across her arm, painting runes on it with the tips but using no colour. She breathed in slowly, shivered when their eyes met. The small hairs on his arms were pointing straight up like the nails on a fakir's carpet.
It was quiet, it was peaceful, and it was frightening. His fingers dug into her arm, and her eyes refused to leave his even for a second.
Tomorrow—they didn't want to come. Yesterday—they didn't want to go back to it. But they couldn't be in today forever…no matter how hard they wished for it.