Albus still couldn't get his words the right way round, but Scorpius was the only one who could read Albus's handwriting. / albus, scorpius, steel kissing gates, sour lemonade & speaking in liquids.

you hold his hand. a hand is all you get for now. one hand, glowing gold against your silver. the sort of hands that should be sweeping sun-kissed blond hair from sky blue eyes, but instead they are grafted to a broken boy. / Albus, Scorpius and liquid metal.

"Tell me something true." Albus and Scorpius and the truth about love. For Cassie.

Albus, Scorpius, and learning that glass wings don't always hold you up. / for ella & hpfc.