@xrenee00, no it isn’t. if you’re looking for partners, use the partner search forum! if you could please remove your post so it doesn’t clutter this thread, it would be much appreciated.
Zane sauntered easily down the hallway, his caramel hair gently bouncing around his forehead. The black...
Being much shorter than he was, his push sent her back a good distance, but she managed to stay on her feet as she watched him closely. His first few words were enough to send her blood boiling, and her eyes shimmered with tears that always accompanied her rage. Her glare held steady as he...
The venom that poured from his words stunned her entirely, and her emerald eyes widened as she looked up.
"What?" she said, her cheeks reddening slowly. "Eddie, stop, seriously." Her sobbing had ceased, but it threatened to return as he continued speaking, her lips curling into something...
She frowned too, but even his gentle reassurances couldn't calm her frayed nerves and the frantic beating of her heart like it normally could.
"How do you know?" she shot back, her eyes still shining. "I-I don't get how you can be so calm. You can't tell the future, Eddie, I'm sorry." She...
She'd gasped, not even having noticed him as she settled in the grass. Recognizing his voice and touch, she turned her body into his, her hands pulled close to her chest.
"T-There's no way," she sniffled, her face buried in his shoulder. "They'll make me repeat sixth year, Eddie, I-I can't do...
Katya wished she could've stayed in that moment forever, safe in her gentle boyfriend's arms beneath the stars, not a care in the world to dampen her mood or disrupt her mind. "Let's just make the most of it," she said simply, leaving the rest of his words unanswered.
This dismal feeling...
“Oh, stop it,” she said quietly, shaking her head against his side with a chuckle. “I still stand by my point.”
Her head found his chest again, and she settled back onto it after she had glanced up at him when he spoke. The way he treated her, and how- just perfect- he was; she couldn’t ask...
She sighed, leaning her head against the back of the bookshelves.
"When did this school become such a mess?" she sighed quietly, shaking her head. "I heard it used to be tolerable for muggle-borns."
His ploy of distraction seemed to work, somewhat, and she smirked, though it didn't reach her...
"Then you can tell them right where to find me," she shot back breathlessly, her hair falling into her face.
As his hands swept across her face, she shivered slightly at their cold temperature, but didn't fight it. She shook quietly as she tried to return her hiccuping. nonrhythmic breathing...
She wrenched her hand away, her brown eyes still swimming with a sordid mix of emotions. Aspen didn't meet his gaze as she turned away, leaning her body against a heavy bookshelf with a soft thud.
"You could have just said you, or muggle-borns, instead of making me sound like some kind of...
Aspen scoffed before she said anything else, the concerned nature of her voice a few moments ago dissipating almost instantaneously.
"My kind?" she said, cocking a brow. "My kind?"
Her amber eyes were shimmering with wetness, but she wasn't sad. She was angry. In the midday light that seeped...
i love the best friends refusing to admit their love for one another (awkward)-- if you're still looking i'd be glad to plot something out!
edit: i totally missed mortal instruments -- i'd be more than happy to work that out with you too!
She didn't speak as he continued on, and her face was a blank slate, even as he spoke about the death of Flitwick and advised her how to act about it. She sat silently for a few moments, her eyes narrowed as she tried to puzzle things out in her head, though it was difficult.
"H-how can I not?"...