authorsnote: so I was watching baz lurmans romeo and juliet (my god it is sooo good, young leo is a babe, the soundtrack SLAPS, it is soo good, go and watch it, like rn), anywho I watched it and then the fish tank scene I rewatched like 50 times, and this came of it!
there will be a part 2, the elevator scene... honestly this might be like a five part of all my fav scenes in this style
do enjoy, review and fav!
songrecs: i'm kissing you - des'ree
'Pride can stand a thousand trials; the strong will never fall'
He escapes for a quiet moment alone, crowds never having been his thing, the party too much, too loud, too everything, he finds himself happier here, out back, with only the fish for company, away from the cloying masses.
The fish are nice, as nice as fish can be he supposes, blue, and yellow, drifting in their tank, they remind him of himself, swimming around and around, no escape, only doomed to the endless circle.
It might be nicer in the tank though, without the sharks, or in his case, the other sharks.
"These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume"
He glances over his shoulder, he should go back, he is among enemies, he should keep his guard up, in this house of Gryffindors, his guard is never truly down but he drops it for a second, a weight gone, and then back.
Gryffindor, Slytherin … two houses, never to see eye to eye, he's seen to that, so have plenty of others.
And yet as the only son of house Slytherin he has a higher responsibility, to house, to duty, to Slytherin, he knows that he feels it every day.
Still, here he is, in a house of Gryffindors, mask over his eyes, thankful to blend in at the costume party (wearing chain mail and armour, as if he is a Knight), though he's gotten looks, a stranger, a wolf among sheep, he's kept his head down though, for now.
"Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall."
He blends in, a novelty for him, and one he enjoys for a time, but only a time.
'But watching stars without you, my soul cried'
She is tired, tired of the noise, tired of her Mother, desperately forcing her into the arms of someone she does not want. Tired of people trying to get her attention, just for her name, tired of her cousin, though he means well, can't seem to curb his behaviour.
Tired, that's how she feels, and that's why she slips away.
She's never been one for big parties, too much of an introvert, and even though this one is for her, she still doesn't like it, doesn't like the uncomfortable costume ("Angelic!" Her Mother had proclaimed as she'd scowled at the wings), doesn't like any of it, would rather be curled up with a book, letting the world pass her by.
And so, she's slipped away, curled up in a crouch, losing herself in the blue of the water of the fish tank, watching a yellow fish swim on by, it's nice, it's calm, it's quiet.
It gives her a minute, a minute to breathe, sometimes that's all she gets.
Just for a moment.
But then … how long is a moment?
'Heaving heart is full of pain, oh and oh, the aching'
Only a moment, and then he appears.
He catches her eye through the glass, and she feels startled, like a rabbit (caught in a trap…), jumps to her feet, plans to leave, startled thoroughly. She came here to be alone, to be in peace, not to be alarmed.
She doesn't make it a step.
Her eyes widen as she takes him in, looks into his eyes … she is caught.
"Take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night..."
A squirming in her tummy, a flutter in her heart, her eyes locked onto this … stranger, with rich brown eyes, dark hair, so beautiful, he quirks an eyebrow and she feels her heart in her throat.
Love at first sight? A fantasy, a lie … she'd believed that, rolled her eyes at her friends (the few she has who proclaimed otherwise), but now? She feels it, and she feels it deeply.
His eyes … brown, the softest thing about him, not kind, but gentle almost, penetrating, look into hers, and she cannot, will not look away.
She can't.
She won't.
It's almost as though he looks into her soul, seeing her, the real her, that so few others, if any, ever see, or care to. She feels exposed, and yet completely safe.
Can't look away.
Won't.
"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite."
'Cause I'm kissing you, oh, I'm kissing you'
Beauty, pure and incarnate.
That's what he thinks when he looks at her.
He had bent down, to look through the glass, a distraction, before returning to the party, and yet he'd caught something else … her, eyes brown, not like his, not dark, but almost golden.
And then she'd jumped, and he had followed her, his first hasty move in years, and yet something had tugged at him to do so.
Beautiful…
He's not one for love at first sight, never mind love in the first place, but he feels something pound in his heart, what he'd once believed was a shallow cavity in his chest comes alive, beating, alive. He fees almost dizzy.
It's the first time he's felt out of control and not panicked, not grabbed it back with both hands, this feels different … welcome.
She looks back at him, eyes widened, startled, and so beautiful, soft, freckled, hair clearly tamed back but a few curls spring free, and her costume … he almost laughs, angels' wings, how apt.
"Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
She quirks a smile, a rush in his chest, he's never felt this way before, ever.
He is gone, fallen off the end, and into the abyss.
For her.
'Touch me deep, pure and true, gift to me forever, cause I'm kissing you'
His eyes are locked to hers, she does not glance away again, a smile is at her lips, and then something close to it is at his.
He is so handsome … but there's more than that, she's not so shallow, something much more…
He moves his head, to seek her out and she grins, for how can someone look so sure of themselves yet so innocent? She feels the angel's wings at her back and smiles, how apt.
He seems to like her grin, he flashes a smile, much more sincere than she'd have thought, but with a hard edge she can't deny, she likes it though, the flutter in her heart won't cease, she doesn't want it to.
She drops her gaze for a second, and then back up, and he presses his nose to the glass, she jumps, giggles, it's not foolish of him, but almost as though he wishes to get closer to her … closer.
How she wishes it too.
There's a moment then, a moment, so pure, so perfect, where they both look through the glass, as though only an inch away from one another, a gasp catches in her throat, and her gaze meets his, and they just stay that way, unmoving, silent, for a moment.
How long is a moment?
"Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow."
Her grin could split her cheeks, and it's only when she feels a tug on her arm does she break his gaze, but not because she wants to.
"Madam, your Mother calls" Her nanny, tugging her arm, pulling her away, she manages one last smile, pulls back, doesn't want to leave, doesn't want to leave … but dragged away, away from him.
He follows.
'Where are you now? I'm kissing you…'
sooooo thoughts?
so random I know but I LOVED writing this, and part 2 is already in the works
lemme know your thoughts ...
speak soon