Blaise Zabini x Ginny Weasley
"That was before...before I knew."
She pauses and closes her eyes, "after finding out, all I could think about was you. How it would be if you were there instead of Harry. How it would feel if you'd touch me, hold me, kiss me… I pictured you there instead of him. And I couldn't shake the thought that Harry must feel that way too. He has a soulmate too. He has to go through it too. Picture someone else there instead of me. Wonder how much different that other person would be. How can we keep on a relationship if all we keep thinking about is someone else."
A/N: Was I going to write more pairings to this series? No. Did I still do it? Yes
I'm so caught up to this idea of soul scars more story just keeps coming out. It might not be logical. Actually it might not make sense at all to pair all Gryffindors and Slytherins together and yet I'm still doing it. Because I love them so much. And this is so fun to write. I'm posting this here on because someone might still read my stories here, even though I prefer AO3.
Recently I've gotten a few anon comments saying "No, it does not work." or "I don't like this". While I appreciate your effort to leave a negative comment after every new chapter saying 'I don't like this', comments like that don't really get anyone anywhere. I won't be able to better my writing when I have no idea what it is that doesn't work or isn't good. If the sole purpose is to tell me my work is shitty I have no idea what you get out of it. If it makes you happy, then by all means. If it brightens your day, then go ahead. Otherwise, if you don't like it and don't have anything constructive to say or won't even dare to comment in a way that I can answer you, then don't read it, go out, breathe in the fresh air and carry on your day. Life is too precious to be spent in bad fiction.
For those still interested: Here is a blinny chapter for you!
Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter are in love
Everyone knows that!
They're the golden couple
The kind of couple everyone hopes to someday be
Sweethearts since school
Lily Evans and James Potter remade
Harry is the hero who saved her life
And she is the only one who knows what it's like to be possessed by Voldemort
And it's all a fucking ruse!
He watches her when she's on her own.
Without her brothers and Potter.
He knows what's happening to her.
It used to happen to all pureblood kids before Voldemort rose again.
Each and every one who is raised in a certain way
And tossed among people seemingly fit.
In Draco's and Pansy's and Theo's case it's Slytherin.
In hers it's her brothers and Granger and Potter and Gryffindor.
What comes to him.
He's in the circle because his blood is pure
Even if it truly was a coincidence
And because he happened to be sorted Slytherin.
So he has the best viewpoint to what your circle does to you.
How it molds your personality.
How it puts words in your mouth
Ideas in your head you forget to question.
How it defines you a role.
Ginny Weasley's future has always been to be with Potter.
Or it would have been if it was only their decision.
It's not though.
There's no such thing as free will in the magical world.
Many people still like to believe they have a say.
That destiny isn't set in stone
And your magic doesn't know better than your foolish mind.
Blaise knows better.
He could go to all the girls at hogwarts.
Take them out
Or to bed
Or even to church
But he'd never be quite satisfied.
The marks on his skin would never leave him alone.
They would always be there.
Always remind him of her
Make sure he'll never forget this decision.
Never let him stop thinking 'what if?'
Soul scars are the blessing and the curse of old pureblooded wizarding lines.
Ancient magic that binds two souls together.
Something that makes two magical cores call for one another.
Soulbound magic needs it's counterpart to work on it's full potential.
One could ignore them, but then they'll never know what lengths their magic could go on full force.
There's a catch though.
If you never realize you have soul scars, you'll never know the potential you'll lack.
Once you find your soulmate you'll always yearn after them.
But if you don't… you could live your whole life ignoring them altogether.
Without knowing what could have been.
Ginny Weasley crashed to a tree with a broom when she was around ten. The scratch went from her ankle to her tight. The scar never healed properly.
On the year she was possessed by Voldemort her fingers and toes were so cold she could barely feel them at all.
And the longer the year went on the more hazy her visio grew.
Ginny Weasley doesn't mind a few bruises.
The scars from her first fight with Death Eaters in the department of mysteries never got healed.
She still wears them. Rough edged black and blue scars on her back.
And a faint line above her eyebrow.
Blaise Zabini doesn't have scars of his own.
Not visible enough to see anyway.
Nothing to make her suspicious of the marks on her skin.
He's not going to make her make a decision.
She's never going to regret a choice she made.
She'll never think if it would have been better somewhere else.
Or if she will, that other option will not be him.
Ginny Weasley will live her life to seemingly fullest.
As part of the circle she's raised to belong in.
With time the part of her
The part he sees when she's on her own
The part that's almost Slytherin
The part where he can see himself in her.
Will die down.
Be forgotten to other roles she plays.
Get lost in the passing years.
That's the only thing he's ever going to give her - ignorance.
A life without knowing she has a soulmate other than Potter.
He will bear it
So she doesn't have to.
What a fucking tragedy.
.
.
Sixth year is shitty.
Because he has to watch Ginny with Potter.
Has to witness the puppydog eyes the chosen one gives to the girl.
His soulmate!
Has to pass her in the hallway and smell the flowery shampoo she uses.
Has to stand in the fucking potions classroom and hear Potter describe that scent to Granger.
Anger itches in his fingers every time Potter touches her.
Blood pulses in his ears when he finds them kissing by the lake.
How dare you touch her!?
She's chosen for him.
Made for him.
Born to be with him.
Those deep eyes should be watching him!
Those freckled hands slide along his arm.
Those sweet pink lips whisper words in his ear.
That radiant smile belong to him.
He sleeps with Tracey Daves that night. Almost feels bad for her.
Because all through the act he keeps picturing red flaming hair and freckled cheeks.
But Tracey is just the first girl in line to be the substitute of her.
Somehow along the next two years he begins to understand his mother's habits a little bit better.
Seventh year is shitty too.
But at least he doesn't have to watch Ginny kiss Potter.
Seventh year is shitty because it tears everything apart.
And the future that once was so certain, crumbles in on itself.
Torturing minors isn't fun
They can't tell mudbloods from purebloods
Kids are hurt for no reason
Voldemort is just insane.
And the future of an heir doesn't seem so appealing anymore.
Actually, having their place told to them starts to feel more like a prison than a privilege.
But never mind the internal conflict
Never mind the self-doubt
Never mind that none of them
Him and Theo and Pansy and Draco
Might not have homes to go to when this is all over.
Might not have a single knut to spend.
The worst part is her in line of fire.
Her in charge of the rebels
Her taking the hits for smaller kids
Her bravery withholding her safety.
Her devotion to fucking Potter.
"What are you playing at?"
She doesn't give him a heads up.
But he wasn't expecting that.
She wouldn't be her if she did.
It's one fast movement when he passes her in the hall.
One side step and her wand is pointed on his throat.
She's almost a head smaller than him.
But it doesn't stop her.
He almost smiles at her guts.
"Most of my games you have no idea about Weaslette. You need to be more specific."
"There's a rumor among younger Gryffindors that you and Nott and Parkinson are not able to perform cruciatus. The kids have started to think it's better to encounter you than others. I'm not buying it. What's your ploy?"
"They might be right. Maybe we can't. Don't worry your pretty little head about it."
"Fuck you Zabini."
He smirks at her.
"I know you're up to something."
"We're always up to something."
She leans closer.
And suddenly there's a flicker in her eyes.
Just a split second as she inhales.
A brief moment her steady wand shudders a little.
Then she blinks and the moment is gone.
But it's enough for him to snatch her hand and aim her wand away from him.
"We're not the enemy, Weaslette. Don't distract yourself with petty house rivalry."
"Why would I trust you?" She hisses
"Why wouldn't you?"
He walks away from her then.
Fighting every step the urge to turn back and have a final look at her.
To get one more wif of her scent.
.
.
The battle is over.
They have no homes.
Ginny Weasley has bruises and scratches but she's alive.
Arms around Potter's neck.
Never realising there are cuts on her arms, around her feet, On her back, that don't bleed like they should.
Him and Theo watch the couple from afar.
Silently looking at the two people in each other's arms.
Two people who just won separation and death and a war together.
Who think their love conquers all.
Who do not belong together.
Because the girl belongs to him.
And the boy to Theo.
They fought a war.
Telling they fought for themselves
Or freedom.
But it's not the whole truth.
He thinks if not for Ginny he could have stayed out of it.
If not for Harry Theo could maybe have ignored it.
If not for Longbottom Pansy would have probably gone home already.
If not for Granger Draco would probably still be here.
There's no such thing as free will.
In the aftermath of war they end up living in Potter's House.
It's ridiculous!
And fucking absurd.
They're the kids of death Eaters and the fucking savior decides to reside them when their parents don't want anything to do with them anymore.
He still hasn't told anyone he has a soulmate.
Feels like even one person knowing is too much of a risk.
He trusts his friends. But words might be heard, minds read, secrets revealed.
It's his burden to bear.
He can't take the risk of Ginny finding out.
Can't take the risk.
He shouldn't have agreed to live in the same house as her.
It was always Draco's deal to hate Potter.
But the longer he spends time under the same roof.
The more he sees Potter touch her.
The more he studies her stand by the chosen one and then sink in the depths of her own sorrow, that no one else seems to see.
The more she ignores his presence.
He starts to think his hate outdoes Draco's.
But this is his choice.
If she thinks it's Potter she wants he's not going to interfere.
Or so he thinks.
Seems there are limits of how much of her pain he can endure.
She sits in the kitchen staring blankly ahead as he enters.
He swears he wasn't looking for her.
He had just gone to grab a book from the library and then get something to drink before going to sleep.
He can't just ignore her.
Even though she doesn't react to his presence.
He sits across from her.
"You okay?"
She looks at him as if just realising he had entered the room.
He lifts his bows at her.
"No, actually I'm not."
He waits for her to continue.
"I'm sorry I doubted you. All of you."
He shrugs, "It's not like you were the only one."
He pauses, "I'm sorry for your brother. Your friends…"
She nods sharply.
Can I do something to help you?
The question is there.
But he just can't bring himself to ask it.
Instead he starts to turn the pages of the book he had just collected.
Big fucking mistake.
The second page he turns cuts his finger.
As an impulse to the pain, he hisses and jerks his hand further.
And across him Ginny flinches too.
Fuckfuckfuck
Blood drips from the fresh cut.
Sliding across his palm, leaving red marks on the table.
She's staring at him, her finger still up but dry of blood.
He can do nothing but stare back.
His brain is working on overdrive trying to figure out a plausible explanation.
Their eyes meet.
Hers are bloodshot and dazed.
Shining and confused.
So much for letting her make her own decisions.
"What…"
Like he could explain!
Like he could tell her what's going on.
Like he should be the one to tell her that from now on he will always be there, in the back of her mind.
Speeding through her veins.
Pulling her away from the man she loves.
He doesn't want to be the one to do that.
It doesn't have to mean anything.
It does… he wants it to
everything else is a lie.
She's still staring
Barely blinking.
"Zabini… was that… how is this..."
He doesn't have his wand!
He should wrap his finger in something but he can't make himself move.
Fuck it.
It's already too late,
"Soul scars, they're…"
"I know what they are."
It's his turn to be struck silent.
"Harry has them."
Blood hums in his ears.
She knows…
"They're not mine. I'm not stupid."
All this time she has been there with him. Keeping up the romance, knowing it probably won't last.
"I've been waiting for him to tell me who it is. But he doesn't." She breathes deeply, "personally, I think it's Malfoy."
He snorts unintentionally.
"But this?" She lifts her finger at him.
"I'm sorry." Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth.
"Are you?"
"For taking away your free will."
"Did you choose me personally?"
"My magic did."
"And you gave it permission?"
"I wasn't asked."
"Exactly."
Silence falls.
They gape at each other across the table.
She's even more beautiful than he remembered her being.
A bit sorrowful look on her.
Matching his gaze
Not shying away from under it.
Not looking away
Not trying to explain herself to him.
"I can't leave him."
"I know."
"I'm sorry"
"You're not. You don't even know me. I'm nothing to you."
She studies him for a moment, "it's not true actually."
"No?"
"You're not nothing to me."
Trust me, I'd rather be nothing than a little.
I'd rather be nothing than even the possibility to interfere your relationship
I'd rather be nothing than something you pity because you can't choose me.
I'd rather be nothing and bear the pain of it alone, than be something and know you have to deal with it too.
.
.
Ginny Weasley isn't easily ignored.
She's vibrant and talkative.
And she has a tendency to hide her sorrow in action.
The more days go by he realizes she doesn't do housework because she likes it. She does it to hide her pain. To forget there was a war and nothing will ever get back to normal.
She spends her days here to be with Harry.
But also to avoid going home.
He studies her
And hates how easily ignored her needs are.
How her light act passes as the truth for Potter and Weasley.
She seems to be the thing to keep Potter from breaking apart. But at the same time she barely holds it together.
He wants to help.
But doesn't know how.
Also Theo still doesn't know Ginny is his soulmate.
He just thinks she's keeping Harry from him and resents her for it.
If jealousy was really green Theo would be emerald.
He wasn't going to eavesdrop.
He did not mean to listen to their conversation.
He wasn't following her out the kitchen and into the library.
But still he finds himself behind the door listening.
"Okay, what's the matter?" Ginny asks urgently.
He knows that tightness in her voice.
They've lived under the same room for the whole summer.
And he has studied her more than is healthy.
So he knows how her tones change with her mood.
"Ginny...I…" Potter is whispering and Blaise can only partly hear him.
He tries to walk away!
He really does
But his feet refuse to move.
"Who is it?" Ginny seems to be pressing.
"I...what? No one! It's not that."
He nearly snorts.
Smooth, Potter.
Lie! That'll make it better.
"Harry, don't . I've seen the marks. I know what they are. Who is it?"
"You know?"
"I'm not stupid."
Only now Blaise realizes his hands are white from clutching the door handle.
"But...I love you Ginny."
Behind the door Blaise closes his eyes
And despite trying so hard not to
He hopes she won't say it back.
"I know you do."
He's holding his breath.
"But this is so much bigger than that. I can't… we can't pretend it doesn't change everything."
"I don't want it! It doesn't have to!"
Blaise is glad Theo is not here. There's enough denial for him to handle. He doesn't have to hear Potter say it aloud.
Ginny speaks softly and Blaise can imagine the look on her as she talks.
"It's beyond our control. And believe me, I wish it was simple. But it's never going to go away. That other person will always be there, in the back of your mind. There will always be a hint of a doubt that what if. That person is your soulmate. It won't do any good to either of us to fight it."
"I don't...I can't…" Potter's voice shudders, "Ginny…"
"I'm not going to be your second option. I already went through a heartbreak for you. Twice actually. I'm sorry Harry, but the future I dreamed to have with you will never work out. No matter how we tried."
"Harry," Ginny is now whispering too, "we have to end this."
He can't listen to it longer.
He bolts.
Almost runs up the stairs into his room.
Bangs the door close and leans into the frame.
She left him
She told him they couldn't ignore their soulmates
He never wanted to make her choose
But now that he hears her do that…
He's not that nobel person after all
He did want her to make a choice
He wanted her to choose him
Above everything
Without knowing her
Without any idea what would happen if she did
Without any plan
Any logical reason
Any well constructed scenario of how things will work out.
He wanted her to choose him.
Now he's almost sorry he didn't tell her sooner.
If she had known, would she have chosen him earlier?
He has barely laid down when suddenly there's a crack.
The shock is so strong it jolts his whole body.
He feels the snap in his arm. Like bone breaking but not quite.
Ginny
At the moment he doesn't care he's half naked.
Doesn't give two shits people will probably know if he suddenly shows up.
Ginny...Ginny is hurt.
That's the only thing he's aware of. Something happened to Ginny.
He runs down the narrow stairs. It's nearly midnight and the house is empty and quiet.
Where is she? He doesn't dare to call for her.
When he reaches the end of the staircase leading to the kitchen the sight almost paralyses him.
There, on the foot of the stairs there's a figure. Fallen apparently.
Red hair spread around her.
Motionless.
It's like his hands and legs have turned to ice. Like he can't feel his body at all.
For a moment he just stands there
Frozen in place
Unable to move
Unable to think
To act
Oh the irony of faith.
To give him a brief flash of hope he'd have her.
And then take her from him at almost the same moment.
On the ground, she lets out a silent whimper
And he springs back in action. Almost flies down the stairs to her.
"Ginny." Her name leaves his lips as a whisper. Almost like a plea for her to be okay.
He picks her up from the ground.
Carries her towards the sitting room.
And yells for help.
He isn't good with healing and diagnostics and she needs help.
She needs someone to look at her and verify the broken arm he feels is the only injury on her.
It doesn't take too long for Longbottom and Pansy to rush down to them.
He lays the girl on the sofa.
She's breathing heavy.
And he just stares at her.
His hand still holding hers.
Stares down at her face.
Hands shaking
Heart beating painfully hard
"What happened?" Longbottom hoovers over her.
"I think she fell down the kitchen stairs. Not sure though. I found her like this." Even his voice is shaking as he answers.
"Blaise," Pansy's hand is on his shoulder.
He still doesn't lift his gaze from Ginny.
What if she had died? Snapped her neck? What if they hadn't found her before next morning?
The thought of the light of her going down,
Felt like a physical pain in his chest.
How could he leave her on her own?
How could he think he'd let her live without him?
How could he imagine he could take a life where she didn't exist?
"Blaise, it's only a matter of time before the others come down. I think you should glamour your face...if you don't want everyone to know." Pansy is whispering, like in haste.
He has no idea what she's about.
"I'm not…"
Pansy nods towards him, "I'm going to yell at you for keeping this from me later. But now go! Look yourself in the mirror!" She shoves him lightly.
"I'll take care of her. Pansy is right, mate." Longbottom turns back to Ginny.
Hesitantly he goes. And the second he glances in the mirror he knows what they're talking about.
The other half of his face is covered in bruises. She must have hit her head too when she fell. In his mind he thanks Pansy for quick thinking. For acting before asking questions. It wouldn't be good if Potter found out about them just minutes after she had told him it's over.
As fast as he can he goes back to Ginny.
She hasn't woken up.
It makes him nervous.
"I think it's just a concussion. Fixed her arm the best I could. Hermione might be able to do a better job."
He nods, not trusting his voice.
"Someone should keep an eye on her through the night. Should we get Potter?" Pansy is looking at him as she speaks.
"Probably." He mutters.
Silence falls among them.
Pansy is staring
And Longbottom is trying, but failing, to look laid back.
"Blaise?"
"What?" He spits out, "What do you want me to say Pansy?"
"How long have you known?"
"Long enough." He refuses to meet her eyes.
"Does she know?"
"She wasn't supposed to…"
"Why?"
"I didn't want to make her choose."
"What do you mean?"
"I didn't want to be the one to tell her she couldn't do as she wanted. I couldn't… I wanted to make sure it's not me who steals her from Potter."
"But Potter…"
"I know! I… I don't know how I thought it would be best if she didn't know." He looks down at his feet, "maybe I wanted her to fall for me because she wanted to. Not because of some destiny."
"It doesn't work like that, you know." Longbottom mutters, "She'd sense you. She'd be pulled towards you the moment you're close enough. Her magic knows you're her soulmate. Even though she didn't."
"Blaise"
It's Ginny.
Ginny calling for his name.
Everything
Every single thing he ever thought he could do
How ever cold and unemotional he thought he'd be
Was never possible.
His name falls from her lips and he's at her mercy.
Whatever she'd ask from him
Whatever she'd want from him
Whatever he could give her
He would.
He rounds Longbottom and falls on his knees next to her bedside.
Takes her hand in his.
Like linking them together.
Her fingers lace with his.
And just like that
As easily as breathing
He belongs to her.
Longbottom tells them someone should keep an eye on her for the night.
And he doesn't consider it even twice, he will.
So he carries her to her room.
Sits down next to her.
"Do you want me to get Potter?"
She shakes her head and grimaces.
"I told him this couldn't go on."
"Why?"
"Blaise…"
"You told me you can't leave him."
"That was before...before I knew."
She pauses and closes her eyes, "after finding out, all I could think about was you. How it would be if you were there instead of Harry. How it would feel if you'd touch me, hold me, kiss me… I pictured you there instead of him. And I couldn't shake the thought that Harry must feel that way too. He has a soulmate too. He has to go through it too. Picture someone else there instead of me. Wonder how much different that other person would be. How can we keep on a relationship if all we keep thinking about is someone else."
"I'm sorry."
"Are you? Because I don't think I am."
She holds his hand, opens her eyes and holds his gaze too.
"I want to know what it's like to be a soulmate to someone."
"What about Potter?"
"I can't say it's the easiest thing I've ever done. But he has a soulmate too! I don't know who it is and why he pretends like he could ignore it but I don't think he can. I don't think they're meant to be ignored."
Again he thinks he should have told her sooner.
That thinking about keeping this from her was the stupidest thing he's ever done.
"You should get some rest." He tells her, "I'll be here."
She's asleep in seconds.
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Granger gathers them to the sitting room two weeks before they're supposed to return for their eight year.
Today Ginny is there too. Now that she's not with Potter she has less reasons to be present at his house.
Their break-up isn't public yet. Theo still eyes at her gloomily.
Pansy sits on the arm of Longbottoms chair like she belongs there.
Those two are so devoted to each other they almost make him jealous.
Potter and Weasley are not there. Granger stands in the middle of the room, fidgeting the hem of her shirt like she's nervous.
"Okay, so we're all here. I thought it's best if I told you myself…"
"Cut the crab Granger. Is this about Draco?" Pansy cuts her short.
"It would be better if you learned not to talk to her like that, Pans." Draco enters the room.
Blaise stands up.
So does Theo.
And Pansy shrieks of joy.
"Fuck, Draco." He laughs out.
Cunning
Cold
Ambitious
Resourceful
And loyal
This is his family.
They're his family,
The people he gave up everything for.
Theo and Pansy and Draco.
His people.
Before realizing what has happened. Pansy has thrown her hands around Draco's neck, Theo has jumped to his back and Blaise has collided with all of them, tackling them to the floor as one laughing mass of limbs.
For the first time since they were little kids.
Fist time since the dark Lord came back
First time since forever maybe
He feels right!
Light and hopeful
And kind of free
They're all here
They made it through
And they may not have money
Or their family names
Or any inheritance
But they were together
And there was a future for each of them.
A future, better he ever dared to dream about.
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They go back for eight year.
No one could call their previous year an education so McGonagall had invited them all back.
Even the Slytherins.
The new era of Hogwarts.
House unity and whatever.
Ginny comes to him on the first evening of them back.
Knocks at his dorm room door and comes in with certainty on her steps.
"I'm not a complete person" She tells him, "I still have panic attacks from the time Voldemort messed with my head."
He's not sure what point she tries to prove.
"My brother died two months ago… my favorite brother…" her voice cracks, "I found out the boy I've loved since forever wasn't my soulmate. And that every doubt I had about us was actually true. I fought a war at sixteen. Last year I got tortured weekly. If I concentrate hard enough I can still smell the war. Still taste it on my tongue. Still feel it…"
He goes to her.
With hesitant, questioning steps.
A lonely tear rolls down her cheek.
With light caress he wipes the tear from her face letting his finger brush her skin.
She shakes her head a little and smiles weakly blinking away the tears.
"I don't know anything about you but that you've slept with half the school…"
"Overestimation…" He mutters but takes a step back.
Maybe she's not ready for closeness like that.
She studies him silently.
He shrugs, "If it makes you feel better, I always pictured it was you."
"That's kind of creepy, you know?" she wrinkles her nose but there's a playful tint in her voice.
He shrugs again,
Maybe
At least he's honest
"I want to play Quidditch as a professional."
He lifts his gaze at her.
She's there
Hands on her hips.
Determined and fierce,
First telling him she is not mentally stable and then that she wants a career in what she's good at. Like he'd stop her?
"What's stopping you?"
She just eyes him.
"I'm not going to live in a too big mansion."
He laughs at that, "are these your terms?"
A smile tugs her lips too.
"This is nothing like I pictured my future to be."
"No? Welcome to the club."
"Well, I guess I'll see you around." She begins to leave.
And his mind panics a little. He doesn't want her to go!
Not now that she came here willingly.
Not now that they're finally in the same room with no one interfering.
Her presence gives him warmth the world lacks without her.
And he doesn't want her to leave.
Doesn't want to let her drift away
If she goes now, who knows when they get to be in the same room like this again.
His fingers still feel like tingling from the feel of her skin.
Everything about her calls him.
"Don't… don't go."
Ginny stops
He reaches to take a hold of her arm.
To spin her around to face him.
"I just want to…"
He acts before he gets to stop himself. Before he gets to process what it really is he just wants.
Or maybe it's her…
He's not sure who initiates it first.
Ginny Weasley tastes like apple blossoms and cinnamon.
Like a safety harbour and a new beginning.
Like life breathed into him for the first time.
Like letting go of something that always held him back.
Like freedom and future
Bright and fresh and light like the sky in summer morning.
Anything she'd ask of him
He'd give her
No questions asked
Any terms she'd set
He'd consent to
Anything she'd ever need
He'd make sure she'd get it.
He doesn't know her
Not really
But his magic does
He does
He knows her
And she knows him
And this was going to be so good!
This was going to be epic!