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@ofrisks    [ she tried to push his hands away, weakly shaking her head as he attempted to clean the mascara-streaked mess on her face. it didn’t matter—none of it did. her ruined makeup, the alcohol in her system, the way her body trembled. the only thing that mattered was his answer.
            her fingers dug into his biceps, gripping him like he was the only thing keeping her from completely falling apart. quiet sobs wracked her body, each breath coming out in shaky, broken pieces. between them, she choked out, barely above a whisper, ] please— don’t say.. leo, please—please don’t love her.. don’t —

( he furrowed his brows, wondering what the hell she was on, what she meant by those words. he never confessed his feeling to anyone, ever. still, he found himself entertaining her question. ) no. no i haven't, why? ( he hadn't the foggiest idea of what she meant, but he couldn't stand to see her in distress. ) is everything alright? ( he was already scooping her up into his arms, gently setting her down on his bed, taking out makeup removing wipes from his bedside, and gently rubbing the space underneath her eyes, with utmost care. he had almost fallen asleep, but she was more important, always her.  )

@ofrisks    [ she was completely wasted, had no idea how many bottles she’d gone through, yet even in her drunken haze, she felt his presence—like she always did.
            mascara streaked down her cheeks, smudged from either tears or exhaustion—she wasn’t sure which anymore. her shirt was long gone, leaving her in nothing but a skirt and a leather jacket that barely hung onto her shoulders. everything around her spun, the world tilting in a way that made it hard to focus, but somehow, somehow, she managed to look at him. her lips parted, voice thick and slurred as she muttered, ] have you— have you told her? confessed.. to her?

@ofrisks    [ she shot him a look, exhaling sharply before saying, ] seriously? did you already forget that weasley and i ended things a month ago? [ her tone was laced with disbelief, as if she couldn’t believe she even had to remind him. ]

are you seriously complaining?? ( he drawled, raising a brow, frowning and rubbing his arm as if she had hit a bludger at him. ) you wound me, butterfly. ( he pouted,, as if he were seriously upset at her.) in more ways than one... ( he added, sticking his tongue out at her. ) go kiss weasley then... 

@ofrisks    [ she tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief as she tapped her chin in mock contemplation. ] hmm.. for me to change my mind, [ she finally said, dragging out the words, ] you might want to work on your kissing technique first. [ before he could react, she playfully smacked his arm as if she was merely joking as she sank back into the couch. ]