Herbs and Spices // snowbaz

the sun and the moon

The sun and the moon were lovers once, forced apart by distance, destined to be apart. The two circled each other, so close yet so far apart, wanting and waiting for the day when they could be together. 

Baz stepped closer to Simon, their breaths mingling between them. 10 inches of sizzling air stood between their bodies. Simon felt Baz's presence like a electric shock on his skin, tingling covered his body in a heated embrace. Simon's fingers twitched by his side, longing to stretch out to touch Baz, feel his cold hard skin beneath his fingers, inhale his scent and his spirit. Baz's eyes flickered down to look at Simon's lips, as the shorter boy's tongue wet them. Both boys felt heat flow between them, their shared room feeling smaller and smaller around them with the tension that was flowing between them. 

The sun and the moon were once enemies, before their love was revealed to them. Desperate to be rid of each other, stuck to be circling and enticing each other into angst and antagonisation. The sun and the moon were enemies, fighting to be free. 

"You are the worst Chosen One that has ever been chosen."

"Would you give that a fucking rest? Honestly get a new payout."

"But this one works so perfectly to get under your skin," Baz sneers at Simon, his upper lip curled to bare his perfectly white teeth. Baz stepped forward to intimidate the other boy, his slightly taller frame towering to fill out the room. Simon's breath hitched in his throat, and he felt hatred boil beneath his skin; hatred for Baz and hatred for what Baz did to him. 

"Fuck off, you can't intimidate me Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. I'm not letting you intimidate me anymore." Simon stepped back, his hands in fists beside his body. 

"Is it me intimidating you that terrifies you? Or is it something else?" Baz smirked, his eyes slitted in a questioning and challenging expression. Simon gritted his jaw, his face clenching up against his will.

"Shut up," Simon said, turning away to walk out of the room, the door swinging shut behind him.

Baz was left standing in the dark, the harsh sound of the slamming door still ringing in his ears. He sighed, his hands scraping through his hair. Why did he push everyone away, even when he didn't want to?

The sun and the moon were once enemies, then lovers. They were forced to be apart after years of being together. Eventually circling and circling, antagonising each other turned to hushed whispers in the darkness. Hushed whispers turned to shy touches, then heated, then comfortable. Each day they were forced to circle, forced to interact and then wanting to. Each day they knew it would end; because the sun and the moon were never destined to be together, but their love shone too brightly for anyone to deny. 

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I'm not really sure what this is, but I wanted to come back into the world of Snowbaz, especially because I just watched 3 of the Harry Potter movies and I witnessed DracoxHarry - honestly I just wanted to be back and to write about my sweet in love little children