warm air hits adele's bare skin in the light of morning. birds chirp from far off trees.
she looks towards ginny. freckles speckled her rosy cheeks. her lips, the sweet taste of honey they brought, were parted ever so slightly.
adele kissed the fallen angel's forehead. put the red hair behind the witch's ear.
she took a crumpled paper from her bag, reached in for a pen. scribbled down a note.
i'll be back soon, love. come join me down the hill when you wake.
placing the note beside ginny, she went down the hill.
little white flowers weaved with the grass, bedewed from the morning. mountains were in view, purple and blue from the distance. clouds filled the sky. the sun cast a glisten to the river below. water fell against the stones. birds hummed a heavenly melody, carried by the breeze.
she walked and walked. soon she was sat in a field covered in flowers. open and free.
adele let her eyes fall close, the sun kissing her skin.
at that moment, nothing tortured her mind. she wasn't haunted by her lover's ─ her friend's ─ unfeeling, unseeing eyes staring up at her. she wasn't fearful of their dream gliding away in her grasp.
all there was in that moment was peace, divinity, and ─
'hello, darling.'
adele opened her eyes, taking in ginny's figure in front of her. she looked like an angel. sunlight blessing her into a depiction of what adele imagined heaven to be.
'come sit.' she motioned to the spot in the flower field next to her.
'i know that look, adele. what's on your mind?'
slowly, she turned her head to the witch next to her. staring into those brown eyes, she realised she was done waiting. done with falling down the hole the rabbit led them into.
'now.'
ginny chuckled, shaking her head. 'what do you mean?'
adele took ginny's hands in hers, letting them fall in the space between them.
'i'm done with waiting. i want to be with you.'
'what are you going on about, adele?'
'let's build that dream, ginny. just the two of us, away from it all.'
before adele could think about what she said, ginny was bringing her closer.
falling into the depths that were their love.
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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...
