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Inktober Prompt - teeth
clinging to the shadows
Teeth dug into the plump flesh of his bottom lip as he paced the length of The Owlery, just waiting for his companion to arrive. He was late, and that was never a good thing. Their relationship was secretive, hidden from the prying eyes of the world. Neither wanted to feel the disappointment and weight of others expectations thrust upon them, something that they knew would happen as soon as their involvement became public knowledge. It was better, safer, for them to stay hidden, to stay a secret that refused to be spilled from their lips.
At times it felt dirty, as if they were doing something risky and wrong. It took a while to realise that they weren't doing anything wrong, it was the burdens they both were forced to shoulder that were wrong. Society and its views were what was wrong and immoral, there was nothing wrong with them loving one another. It was the constant knowledge that they were hiding their love for one another behind the backs of those they loved and trusted that hurt the most. Knowing that they could never confide in even those who they trusted so deeply, because who knew what was lurking in the shadows, laying in weight to hunt down their secrets and devour them.
Ever since they first began to see one another, they knew of the risks involved. They knew that there was no way for them to be anything other than sworn enemies within the public eye. Eyes were watching their every move, the Pureblood son born into a family of muggle haters, a family that despised those with murky and diluted blood, and the Half-Blood saviour of the Wizarding World, born to a Pureblood who defied the old ways and loved a Muggleborn. From the very moment their eyes clashed inside Madam Malkins, they unknowingly never had a chance. They would never be able to stroll through the corridors of Hogwarts holding hands, that they could never kiss in the middle of Diagon Alley.
Those dreams were forever banished to the backs of one anothers minds, to the deepest depths of lurking love and lusts. The deepest and darkest of their secrets never to be revealed in their lifetime. No one would allow for a relationship to blossom and flourish between the boy-who-lived and the prospective death eater. They had no choice but to hide their feelings. Forever contained in secret meetings, passion filled embraces where the lust would overtake them, where for just that one moment, that one second of time, they could pretend that there was nothing wrong with what they were doing. That they had the option to live a life together filled with romance and public displays of their affections.
They both knew that they should have ended such an affair long ago, that putting it off, clinging to one another in the hope that something would change was selfish. They had accepted that they were selfish people who clung to those small moments in time where they could be emotional, sharing their feelings with one another and knowing in that moment, they were free to be who they wanted to be. It was selfish of them to give one another such false hope, knowing that it could never happen, but clinging to the mirage they had created.
It was difficult to continue on that way, but neither could control themselves. There was no stopping the passion, the waves of lust that rolled over them both as soon as they locked eyes, silver meeting green as their irises dilated with a burning want and desire. That would have to be enough for them, the tragic lovers that stood no chance in the world they lived within.
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