she sat by the fireplace, white hair turning blonde form the yellow flames. words drifted around the room through the small radio. familiar voices filled the air, bringing tears to her grey eyes.
dulled from hiding away.
the voices, despite the chaos around them, were filled with joy. laughter that adele once knew was heard again. she smiled through the stream of saltwater created on her cheeks.
the fire crackled along with their merriment voices. fred and george; leave it to them to never stop laughing. even at the state of the world.
their voices eventually wilted away, along with the fire. cold air filled the room, leaving no space for warmth to creep in.
adele bundled the blanket around her, grasping onto whatever comfort she could find. ginny laid on the tattered couch. breathing heavily as her hair fell over her face and eyes. dried tears stained her freckled cheeks.
even with all the hurt she endured, ginny had remained the most gorgeous thing in the damned world to adele.
the fire in her never seemed to wilt away completely.
while every petal was carefully plucked from the flower, ginny never drifted too far away. never left the stem. never surrendered to the hands of evil.
she had created a roaring fire within adele's heart. she was the fire within her. the very thing that kept her sane.
safe.
she would be safe in ginny's arms, and her in adele's.
they could lose everything, but never each other.
thorns could prick them till they bled, but their blood would mix. a colour redder than blaze. a desperate desire to burn together for the rest of their lives.
however long they had left, they would be safe with each other.
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just the two of us ☼ ginny weasley
Fanfiction[on a slight break for now] adele evans was often told that love was like a flower. wilting. falling. rooting. rising. blooming. the sun would look upon that flower, that love, and either cherish it or destroy it in a flame of blaze. scorched...
