Blinded Devotion || Theseus Scamander

Twenty-four

The door bell rang and Amal's heart beat loudly in her chest. She grabbed her coat and wore her heels before opening the door, she saw how Theseus looked neat, and well dressed. His tie a deep yellow and his clothes looked perfectly ironed.
And to him, when she fully opened the door, he saw how her clothes looked heavenly on her, her hair loose and with big waves. She hadn't braided it.
She smiled at him and he noticed how her smile always reached her eyes and he smiled back at the wonder that presented itself before him.
She looked down and noticed the bouquet of pink roses, her favorites. He held them out and she took them as he spoke "They reminded me of you" his words made her feel young and beautiful once again, she couldn't bring herself to smile fully at him as he leaned in and grabbed her by her hips.
He placed his face in between her neck and collar bone and pulled her as tightly as he could.
"Beautiful" he muttered and looked back at her who held a certain feeling in her eyes he couldn't decipher.
"Well, shall we go?" she said and closed the door behind her as both took the elevator.
It dinged and both stepped in the small box, her hand around his arm as they both stood there.
"Isn't it strange?" Theseus asked, looking down at her, she shrugged and gave him a confused look asking him to explain.
"What is?"
"I've always been wondering when I'd take you out" he said, and looked away and Amal noticed the slight flush reaching his cheeks and she chuckled looking down at her heels.
He looks back down at her and noticed her attempts to push her smile away, although he had found what others couldn't give him in that smile of hers. He recalled the first moments sentiments started to make their way into his life at school and at first it wasn't bad, but then as both grew closer he refused to tell her anything fearing it might have ruined what they had, and if she couldn't have her then he would have preferred their friendship over them becoming strangers.
But for years after his absence and hers, both have become strangers to themselves and both loathed it as not once have they spent a moment not longing for one another and yearning for a touch, or a glance. Anything.
And yet, here they were. He was taking her out on a normal Friday night.
There was a bittersweet feeling about the years where both were separated, because there was a sentiment that came with devotion that both of them weren't aware of, but that had led them once again in each other's embraces.
As if, there was a certain string pulling onto their hearts, until it forced them to just find one another in the middle of a bustling crowd, whether it was hard or not.
That night they had spoken more than they did in a year at school, they had laughed and smiled until their cheeks couldn't beat the pain and yet the smile grew.
They felt like strangers speaking to one another for the first time in the night.
The sky blackened until it reminded Amal of ink, the stars shining sbove granting what artificial light couldn't offer, and the moon felt ashemed of those below as it used clouds as personal curtains to cover itself, offering a piece of its light to the two who walked beneath in on the ground, neither of them being bothered by what surrounded them.

He got a hold of her hand as they walked side by side, his coat draped over his free arm as he held onto her hand, knowing she couldn't slip away.
His thumb rubbed her knuckles gently as she felt her heart melt under his touch.
His heart was screaming that he must have her forever, and his love to be hers and only hers, although she own his heart for years and he never dared to think about taking it back, as  it did not belong to him anymore. And the hole in his chest was only filled with her.
He looked down at her and saw the same person of years ago, her face hadn't changed. Her cheeks still were soft and round and so did her nose, he noticed how her golden earing were long enough to be over her soft jawline.
He admired her long enough for her to feel his gaze memorizing her face.
When she turned to face him, he immediately looked away and stared elsewhere as he was fully convinced taht she hadn't noticed him observing her before.
The edge of her lips lifted as she asked, her tone recreating in sound the smile "Where you staring, Theseus?"
"At?"
She gently pushed him away as he pulled her with him and both chuckled.

He took her to an underground Jazz club, a muggle club. Where bith were anything but a wizard and a witch.
It seemed to Amal that the place was really known given the amount of people down there. As soon as both walked in, and walked down stairs, Theseus' hand still holding onto hers, Amal heard the music, the light were dim and orange and looked golden.
There was a comforting smell Amal couldn't make out.
"I'm a, I'm a bit late on the question. Do you like Jazz Clubs, Am?"
Theseus asked as both stood in front of the staircase.
"I guess I'll find out, shall we?" she said and he grinned and led her through people who were either drinking their drinks standing up or through people who were dancing along with the music.
The music was a remedy for anything that plagued one's body and mind, as it freed the soul.
Amal grinned, her red lip popping as she did and sat on the stool before the counter, where Theseus, who sat next to her ordered two same drinks.
She stilted her head questioning his decision, he shrugged and as the waiter placed the drinks before them Theseus spoke.
"It's good, I promise".
"So no poison?" she asked.
"Not today, Am" he chuckled as he spoke and she rolled her eyes with a smile and sipped her dink and noticed how Theseus watched her as she did so, as of waiting for a reaction out of her.
"It's good, how do you know this place?" she asked, curious.
"An old friend took me once here after the war, I felt as good as new".
But then, he took all of the liquid in the cup into his mouth and swallowed it down, Amal raised her eyebrows as she looked down at his hand that he put out for her to grab, with the intention of leading her to dance with him.
"Do they dance in New York?" he asked, a silly smile on his face.
"Unfortunately they do, Theseus. Are you sure you won't step on my feet?" she grabbed his hands and stepped off the stool and face him.
He leaned in and spoke "I was going to ask you the same thing, Am."
Amal laughed in his face and he did too as both joyfully.

The song they had put before they reached the dance floor was different than the last one, it was a bit more gentle, slow and kind to the hearing.
From her sides, he reached down and pulled her hands up along with his and pulled her in by her hips gently and once she was close enough, not only did he feel her hot breath on his neck, but he smelt the usual rose and jasmine perfume he loved dearly. It was nostalgic, and it created a layer on his heart, no one could peel away but her alone.
He pressed his chin on her forehead and both moved together, as one.
"You've always smelt like this" muttered Theseus.
"Like what?" she asked.
"Roses and jasmines".
"You've always observed me that much?".
He chuckled, his chest rising against her and shook his head lightly before answering honestly as if there was nothing that could hinder him, "Yes." a simple word, yet honest and sincere and was capable of making Amal feel agitated.
She got closer and pressed her head between his neck and collarbone.
"Have I told you you look beautiful tonight, Am?"
She remained silent and met the world fill her.
The song stopped and that led them to stop too, but then another song started, but it wasn't slow or calm.
Both broke away, but he kept his grasp on her, held her by her waist and looked at her intently.
" You are beautiful, Am" he muttered and Amal smiled and as he leaned in, she did too. And both of them, in the middle of a crowd felt alone as their lips touched and what connected them the most were butterflies flying from him to her and viceversa.
She brought her hands up and kept them behind his neck.
It felt like the red colored room had no walls anymore, the ceiling vanished and what was above them was the sky, that reflected them alone. As if they were the only ones in the world.
The sky above felt immense and their love felt like a song emitted from a harp.