I have a love for tea and a zero bullshit tolerance, but don't fuck around with me and you won't have to face any of my lovely hexes, yeah? If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that it's always best if you don't try to get to know me; everything you've learned will only be for nothing in the end, so I suggest you don't go and waste your time.

stolen moments; lysangeline.  

lys-good-heart:

His bag fell but he didn’t really care. He instantly reached out for her as their lips met, bringing her closer to him. He lift her a little, holding her as she was some sort of ghost, waiting for the perfect moment to go away from his reach. Lysander felt the tears of her face, smelled them, tasted them. He wanted to keep her close, forever possibly, to wash them fears away, to see her smile and just breath out life. 

He didn’t really know which of them stopped the kiss to breath, but he took the moment to look into her again when she backed a little. He cupped her chin softly, taking the tears with the back of his palm. He frowned a little, sensing the guiltiness coming at him. Never again would he hurt her, if he did, he didn’t know what he would do to his own self. Eva was precious, a rusty pearl that needed to be discovered, taken out of the ocean for the world to see. She was beautiful, and Lysander knew he would probably never ever feel something like that ever again with someone else. 

He leaned again towards her and made his own move, stole her a kiss. His hands at her hips, bringing her closer to him, his own back pining in the shelf. 

She held onto him tightly, her lips greedily moving against his. Her slender arms were wrapped around his neck before her hands moved their way up into his hair, tangling themselves. She missed being close to him. She missed his lips against hers. She missed him so much that being right there with him, standing right in front of him, nearly felt like a dream, one that she never wanted to wake up from.

As they pulled back, Eva wiped away at the tears in her face hastily, knowing that she must’ve looked like a blubbery mess in front of him. It was all still so very surreal, and so very vivid in her mind. Hesitantly, she lifted a hand to his cheek, lightly trailing the tips of her fingers across the smooth surface. “Ly…” she whispered, a bit unsure of where she was going.

A small smile was brought to her face he he ducked down to steal a kiss from her. The fluttering in her stomach hadn’t creased to stop in the last five minutes, and she doubted that it ever would. She leaned in closer to him, lifting her head for another kiss as they backed against a bookshelf.

"

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That’s what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.

Before and after - and during, a moment no bigger or longer than an edge.

"  - Delirium (via makemyheartdocartwheels)

stolen moments; lysangeline.  

lys-good-heart:

He looked at her going away and tucked his bag on his shoulder, following her. Between two shelves he finally was able to grab her wrist, stopping her escape. “You’re not stupid, Eva, you know we do not all react the same way to potions. Fine, Seb remembered his relationship with Dom. And what? No it doesn’t excuse me, but you can’t put entirely the blame on me either!” When he understood she was going to run away again, he let her go. They were still close, few inches away. He didn’t care about his voice, about the others around. Anyway it was sunday evening. People could easily go the fuck away into their own fucking common room he didn’t care.

“And do you really think I say I love you to everyone I meet?” He looked like that kind of guy; posed, chilling, peacing out and loving life. Yeah, welcome on the surface. There was always something beneath it, beneath the mask. “You’re the only one to whom I told it, Evangeline.” He bitted his lips, suddenly wanting to kick something. A pile of books, maybe?

Lysander looked into her big green eyes, softening a little. “I don’t feel anything towards Aspen, Eva. I don’t know why you don’t want to believe me. I made a mistake, I know.” He sighed, exasperated by the emotional charge that this situation was demanding him. He was exhausted from his day. He just wanted to say everything to her; how he summoned his courage a few months ago to go and talk to her, Merlin he had that fucking crush on her since last year! Lysander just wanted to capture her lips again, to feel the soft contact of skin against skin that he liked with her. “I just want another chance, Eva.” His voice was a whisper now, practically pleading. He didn’t quite like it, but he couldn’t do anything else. How could he show her that she was the only one? 

Fuck. With all that happened to him in his life, he truly for once felt completely comfortable with someone. No judging, no lies, no … masks. Well, that’s what he thought. He took a few steps backward as mush as it was possible for him to. “Tell me you really don’t want to start again. Tell me you don’t feel anything for me anymore. Tell me and I’ll leave you alone.”

The first thing that Eva swore that she was going to do when she reached her dorm was to whip out whatever was left of her stash of chocolate strawberries that she had swindled off the potions intern. And the second thing that she swore that she was going was to burn every stupid little item that had ever came in contact with Lysander bloody Scamander. The knot in her stomach had grown worse; twisting and turning and squeezing until she was left nearly breathless.

Eva felt him grab at her wrist, and her left hand was twitching, anxious to hex him right there and then, although she did her best to hold back. She avoided his eyes, wiping at hers indescreetly with the sleeves of her robes. Another chance? she thought, her heart pounding so heavily in her chest that she could’ve sworn that he could hear it as well. She swallowed drly, forcing herself to lift her eyes up to search his. She looked long and hard for any signs of insincerity, for lies, for any false pretenses, yet she could find… none.

Evangeline nearly grabbed at him when he took a few steps back, but it would’ve been even more stupid of her. Already she missed the close proximity between them; the touch of his lips on hers, the way his hands tangled in her hair. And, fuck, she could tell that she was already screwed by these thoughts and the tears that clouded her vision. “I-I…” The girl faltered, searching for words and desperately failing.

Reaching out on an impulse, Eva dropped everything in her hands to reach out for his shirt, pulling him down as close to her as possible. Their lips crashed in a frenzy of salty tears and bizarre emotions, and a wave of nostalgia filled her.

stolen moments; lysangeline.  

lys-good-heart:

He put his things in his bags, maybe a little bit too roughly. Eva’s words came and stayed, and he stiffed a little, stopping his movements. Why was he the one having to hear the sarcasm and the harsh words all the time? nothing less than a badger, Scamander. nothing. You’re no-Enough. He turned to her, taking his time to look at her in the eyes. “Oh yeah? Because you actually know something about smart choices?” The lines of his jaw harden and he clenched his fists. 

He wasn’t done. He didn’t want to be done with her. He was angry at her. Why wouldn’t she listen to him? Why did she have to automatically think he didn’t feel anything towards her? “You know, Evangeline, I told you it wasn’t me. It was a love potion. Practically half of the fucking school had to deal with this bullshit. Seb and Dom even broke up over this. So don’t tell me I was myself then.” He approached her, shutting up the alarm in the back of his head. He was a few inches away from her when he stopped. She was smaller a little bit, so he had to look down a little. 

“You know, you told me it was my fault. Yeah, maybe it was a little bit. You made it known that you think I didn’t feel anything for you. And that pisses me off.” His eyes were fixed on her as he frowned. “If you truly believed me in the first place, before the thing with the love potion happened, you wouldn’t have doubt it after. You didn’t trust me in the first place so any kind of mistakes would be taken by you  like a reason to end what he had.” As he talked, faster and faster as anxiety and anger mixed in his head, he began to understand the pattern of thought of the Slytherin girl. A thought strucked him then: badgers could eat snakes. 

“You just didn’t even believe in us. And you’re making me responsible for it, so you have the good role in this story. But I’m sorry, Eva, but I’m not buying your bullshit. I’m tired, I had a fucking bad day, and the fact that you dissed my every attempts to talk to you make me angrier. So yeah, you’re right. I’ll just make the wisest decision and just leave you be, because that’s what you want from me, right?” He was literally fuming and he shook his head. Lysander turned on his heels and returned to his bag, putting hastily the rest of his things in it. 

She was about to turn and leave, the gears in her head turning and winding out of control, before Lysander spoke, his words coming out hard and angry—a stark contrast as to how they usually were around her. Silently cursing her short stature, she looked up at him with a burning fire in her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly, determined to meet him head on, if that was the case.

Salazar knows how much she wanted to lash out at him, but Eva but down on her tongue as she listened to him, feeling all sorts of mixed emotions. Her nails dug sharply into her palm as she struggled with herself before finding a chance to cut in. “You have no idea how many times I’ve set my hopes high, only to be let down every bloody time! Nearly everyone whom I’ve ever met have been dancing in and out of my pathetic little life, so you have no right to blame me for not trusting you—you who I’ve barely spoken to before this year—right away!”

Pausing briefly, she held back a cough that was threatening to appear, the fury in her pushing on. “I didn’t believe in us?” she echoed incrediousy, a hysterical laughter rising from her chest. “You are the first guy that I’ve ever said I love you to in three bloody years, and I don’t just throw the damn word around like a-a summoning charm! Damn it, you can’t imagine how absolutely, positively stupid I felt when it was Aspen fucking Ackerly’s name that spilled out from your lips, Ackerly’s hair that you fawned over, Ackerly’s stupid being that you kept following around, and ignoring me—your girlfriend, in case you’ve forgotten for Merlin’s bloody sake—and purposely ignoring our rendezvous and everything else before that! Did you know that Zabini could even remember his relationship with Domi, even during the love potion? Most likely not, because you were all over Ackerly!”

She couldn’t believe it. There were actually hot tears in her eyes that were teetering on the brink, and the world had suddenly shrunk so that it only included them. The urge to stomp her feet childishly was high, and a miniscule part of her was grateful that they were at the very back of the library, or else they would’ve been kicked out for sure by the librarian. All of this wasn’t supposed to happen, not at all. ”A-and I’m going to leave now,” she managed to get out, feeling horrible and jagged on the inside as she started to turn around. She could feel her heart pounding, her cheeks flushing.

stolen moments; lysangeline.  

lys-good-heart:

Yeah, meet your own business Scamander. He shook his head, and shrugged a little. “Alright, I was just making sure.” He licked his lips, and sensed the tension forming knots in his muscles. God, he didn’t know how to handle this. Why, oh why, didn’t he have her confidence over things, or Seb’s one? What was he supposed to do now? Try to speak with her about what happened? Try to win her back? Try to be courageous as James? 

“I’ll just … Let you alone now.” He only had one desire: get out. Get out of the library, and get out of the castle. Get out. Or just to go in his bed. Facing his demons would be less frightening right now than just having to hear Eva snap at him.

Never had she loathed nor liked someone as she did Lysander. There was an internal war waging inside her, and one side was losing, much to her displeasure. Her toes curled in her shoes as her eyes flitted over his handsome face, and for once, she wanted him to make the first move. She wanted him to fight for her as much as she did for him. She wanted him to go need her as much as she did him, but she pushed those thoughts away, because he had made his decision with sheep girl, and she had made hers. Not that it’s stopping me or anything.

Badly, she wanted to slap him and kiss him at the same time. Shove him and seduce him. “I think that’s the smartest choice you’ve made this week,” Eva replied with curt sarcasm, making another fierce shove at her thoughts. Don’t be stupid!

on the edge | self-para 

I’m calling you off the ledge
Toes hanging over the edge
If I was stronger I’d pick you up
Hold on a little longer
It’d be enough to save you

And so there she stood, on the edge of the Astronomy Tower, between solid and nothing. It would be so easy to jump, to make that one little leap. She could easily do it—it would be like skipping rope, or hopping over a crack on the sidewalk—so why not? One little hope over the edge, how hard could it be?

Faintly, she wondered how long the fall would take to reach to ground; how long the descent would be. Would it hurt when the ride was over? Would it be quick? Would it hurt? How much? These never ending questions, each and every one of them, only created more questions that made her wonder only more and more.

Tentatively, she placed her toe out there—out into the nowhere—and shifted her weight so that just the slightest of pressure was on that foot, which connected to that toe. She wiggled her foot a little more so that all of her little toes were involved too. And soon, she found herself suspending out her entire leg, balancing it out into the nowhere. How easy it would be, she thought with a faint sort of amusement, to simply throw myself out there.

She wondered who would care. Her father, of course; her mother, maybe; her brother, where the hell was he anyways? And then there was… him. Lysander. The one she had allowed herself to get close to, even though she swore to high heaven that she wouldn’t. He had gone ahead and grown on her so quickly that she hadn’t even noticed until it was too late; until it was too late to get up, even after she’d fallen for him.

She was a fool. A blind, mindless fool. She fell for him—and what had happened? She gets her heart broken while he developed an infatuation for that loony blonde Gryffindor chick.

I could jump, she whispered silently to herself, and no one would have to know. Not until tomorrow. Would they find my body tomorrow? Who would find it? Would it be a professor or a student? What would their reaction be like? There were still so many things left to be figured out. So many things to go over. Her death was immenent anyways; she would only be speeding things up.

Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, Eva hadn’t realized that she was gripping the metal bars so tightly. She released them, looking down to see fresh imprints left on the flesh of her palms. She turned, exhaling before walking back down from the steps of the Astronomy Tower.

Perhaps another day… a wry thought entered her head. Yes, perhaps another day. For now, she would simply be content with herself.

Learn to be Lonely | The Phantom of the Opera

You’ve always known your heart was on its own.

This is very amusing.  

ashton-rosier:

Yeah, sort of. Peoples relationship troubles amuse me..

So what’s been happening outside the dorm lately?