All This and Heaven Too ~ Florence and the Machine
And the heart is hard to translate
It has a language of its own
It talks in tongues and quiet sighs,
And prayers and proclamations
In the grand days of great men and the smallest of gestures
And short shallow gasps
But with all my education I can’t seem to command it
And the words are all escaping, and coming back all damaged
And I would put them back in poetry if I only knew how
I can’t seem to understand it
And I would give all this and heaven too
I would give it all if only for a moment
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see
‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all
She looked pretty.
He was always downright gorgeous.
She was brilliant.
He was cunning.
Her hair was red.
His was blonde.
She read too much.
He cursed too much.
She thought a lot.
He didn’t stop for a moment until he met her.
She was brave in a backhanded sort of way.
He was brave in every way.
She was precise.
He was impulsive.
He used to smoke.
She hated it.
He was sly.
She was too.
He lived a life of no regrets.
She learned from him that a life with no regrets is undoubtedly the best kind of life there was or ever could be.
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Whatever this story is, it is first and most importantly a love story. A highly unlikely love story, but a love story all the same. Love and hate are a fine line, the same way that friends can slowly melt into lovers, and the same way that the stars come out: slowly, then suddenly.
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December 15, Year 7
“WON’T YOU JUST BLOODY SHUT UP,” Scorpius bellows at her, balling his fists. Rose scowls and pouts.
“NO! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?”
“What is wrong with you?” he says, glaring knives at her, “You almost said you’d go out with Cormack McGaffin. You don’t even like Cormack McGaffin.”
“SINCE WHEN DO YOU DICTATE WHO I LIKE OR DON’T LIKE?”
“...I never said I did-”
“CORMACK MCGAFFIN IS ACTUALLY A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE WHO I MAY OR MAY NOT FANCY,” Rose screams. Scorpius presses his fingers to his temples before he grabs Rose’s wrists and holds them behind her back. Rose struggles at first, but slowly, her scowl fades away as Scorpius draws far closer than he’s ever been to her.
