Herbs and Spices // snowbaz

sleeping peacefully

Simon Snow has been a royal pain in my ass, for as long as I've known him. Although he's not exactly a pain, he was never a pain, he's my best friend: the one who would stop the greatest threat our world has ever known, he had power none of us could ever imagine, but he knew nothing of our world, and he knew nothing of his magic. He was kind, still is, and loyal. I remember first meeting him after my mother had told me to steer clear. 

"My mum said that nobody really knows where you come from. And that you might be dangerous."

"So why are you talking to me?"

"Because nobody knows where you come from, Simon! And you might be dangerous!"

"You have terrible survival instincts." 

"So do you," I remember laughing, before saying, softer, "You're holding your wand backwards."  
Thinking about that now, made me laugh, even as I remembered the years after at Watford, worrying about him, about his powers and uncontrollable magic, about his unrelenting obsession with Baz.
Baz, I couldn't help but laugh again. How obsession became love, how it was always love, I suppose. How I saw it, before Simon did, maybe even before Basil did. 

I sigh as I walk through our apartment now, thinking about it makes me nostalgic, sometimes in a happy way, mostly in a happy way. Everything's simpler now, with exceptions obviously. We're all in therapy now, but we're together, bonded in a way we weren't before. Hell, if you had told me at Watford that I would basically live with Baz Pitch, I would've laughed in your face, but here I am. 

The only light on is the one in the kitchen, which I am immediately surprised by, maybe Baz and Simon are out. But they rarely are. I turn around to look through the apartment, and my eyes land on the pair. 
They are curled up together on the couch, Simon half on top of Baz, their legs tangled in a web of loose limbs. Simon has his head on Baz's chest, and both of their hair is splayed around them, Simon's in loose curls that contrast with Baz's dark shirt, and Baz's is uncharacteristically messy as it is pushed against a pillow. I can see them both breathing deeply, their faces smooth and serene in sleep.

It has been too long, I think since I've seen them both so content, so unburdened with their thoughts, especially Simon. 

I smile at their sleeping forms, as I wave my hand gently, to use my magic to put a blanket up and to their waists, as they do not stir. Then I turn, and walk to my room, shutting the door softly behind me, letting my two friends sleep peacefully like I know they deserve. 

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Okay, so day 2 (well I guess, even though it's been two days since I published the last post), and this was meant to be focused on "snuggling", and I figured I'd be a bit different and right it from Penelope's point of view! I know it's not very long but I just couldn't find a massive amount of inspiration for snuggling, not like I could with hand holding. 

Anyway, thank you for reading and leave a vote and a comment and idk, just have a good day or night or week or whatever!