red-eye
Harry got home a little after two in the morning, bleary-eyed, mouth bitter with the taste of airport canned-air and mints. Rolled the suitcase as quietly as he could, probably making a racket: two in the morning, and he was dizzy-tired, all emptied out from the long layover, and the two-hour wait on the runway, and the taxi ride he absolutely insisted on when his flight was delayed yet again.
Gently, gently opening the door, which creaked so loud the whole world had to have heard. Sneaking inside his own apartment: Draco would be fast asleep, would need to be up at half-five tomorrow for work. Harry’s chest squeezed at the thought, Draco all wrapped up in their duvet, rumpled and sleep-warm, and—
On the sofa, all twisted in between the cushions, arresting and lovely and still in his fancy trousers. With his mobile clenched in his fist. His neck’s going to kill him, and Harry forgot how to breathe.
“Darling,” barely able to swallow the grin. “Draco. Darling.”
“Hmm?” long eyelashes blinking. “Harry? What’s the—fuck, I fell asleep?” grumbling himself up into sitting, flushed and so, so, sweet. “I was going to stay up.” Frowning. “I was going to pick you up!”
“Sorry,” laughing, wrapping an arm around him, trailing kisses down his nose, cheek, neck. Draco’s scent, warm and lemony and familiar, intoxicating. “Silly creature. You have work in the morning.”
“I haven’t seen you in ten days,” Draco yawned into his neck. “Did you bring me anything.”
Still laughing, “Of course. C’mon, let’s get you to bed. It’s so late and you’re—darling, come on.”
To Draco’s grey eyes blinking up at him all sparkling with delight. “Gift first. You know the rules, Potter.” There was a mark on his cheek from where he rested it on his wrist. Harry felt lightheaded with it, a rush of fizzy, scorching affection.
“All right, but don’t get your hopes up. It’s truly a small one this time.”
Leaning away for his case with Draco hanging on to him, smile so thick it hurt his face. “You’re not making it easier,” mumbled into his hair, and a kiss on top of his head, irresistible. “Here, darling.” From the front zip pocket he produced the tiny stone, dark grey with a thin white vein crossing it. “From an actual river this time. I woke up at five the last day of the conference and hiked up the hill.”
“You’re mad,” Draco said, but his smile gleamed. “It’s hideous. I love it.”
“I’m the mad one,” herding him up and then down the corridor, “it’s three in the morning, you absolute knobhead. You’ve no time to sleep.”
“What a tragedy,” Draco said, then turned to pull on Harry’s tie, to pull him closer. “Suppose you’ll have to find a way to keep me up.”
Harry was knackered. He hadn’t slept well in ten days and the flight, and the delay, and the layover. In his own bedroom, with the sheets that smelled like heaven, with the soft light and, god, his bed, his real actual bed, so inviting and so—looked at Draco, felt this warmth sizzling in his belly and growing only warmer.
“Suppose so,” he conceded with a grin, and kissed him again.
It’s been ten days. The plant on the cabinet grew at least three new leaves. Harry missed this place so badly he was sick with it: now, with his partner in his arms, with his back muscles screaming and a no-sleep headache—now he was happy enough to melt. Did, a little, in Draco’s arms.
Home.
(For flufftober day 23. Find the soft AO3 collection here).
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ooo you should do kei for the duet thingy!! I also added some more info in the post!!
Oh!!! He looks so cute hehe!
I give you Cinder, and your song is!
Let Me Stay Here, by Ceres Fauna
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Cinder:
風にさざめく妖精 午後はおやすみ
ユニコーンの背中で
高いお城の塔から シャボン玉受け取ってね
王子さま
En translation:
Rainbow in the sky little blue birds
Come and sing, let's dance in a circle
In the evergreen trees, floating in this dream
Bewitched to fall in love
A fairy rippling in the wind, good night in the afternoon
on the back of a unicorn
Receive soap bubbles from the tower of the tall castle.
prince
Kei:
It's just a fairytale
So it'll melt away like a lollipop
Riding a flying whale
Wondering when I'll wake up
お願い ねえ Let me stay here
En translation for the last line:
Please, hey, let me stay here
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Wishing I was back at Graceland. ❤️
This trip was the first time in a long while where I truly felt at peace. I was so happy the entire time. I wasn't anxious or depressed, I just felt...okay. Even on the days when things would seemingly go a bit haywire (our first tour of Graceland left us wet and cold lol), we still had a blast. Everyone was sweet, welcoming, and I never felt overwhelmed.
But now I'm back home and it seems like everything is unraveling. I mean, my first day back at work and I found myself crying five minutes into my shift. All those feelings of anxiety and depression just came rushing back to me. :(
But despite that, I couldn't help but find it amazing that E is able to bring me so much joy and peace, even if it's just for a short period of time. Whenever I need him, he's there to bring me some level of comfort, whether it be through his music or his movies, or whatever else. So until I can return to Graceland, I guess I'll just look to E in these moments.
He's like a best friend that I can always count on. 💕
(This got deep for no reason oops 😂)
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Aside from the deranged and almost derailing way that Nesta ended up in the House, I actually love the House as a symbolism for Nesta and her personality. A house that is hard to reach, covered in unshakeable rock, menacing and looking down at everyone. A house that has too many stairs to climb so climbing is a punishment or lesson and no one can really reach unless they’re born with a particular set of wings. A house that’s warded away from the rest, which means that effort must be made to reach it. A house that’s used for courtly functions, who’s value is based on its purpose. A house where its cold and lonely and secluded from the rest, and which was never really going to be anyone’s home...
A house that for the people who find themselves here when they have no where else to go, who find themselves seeking refuge from dark and decrepit things, people so broken they feel they can never be fixed... for those who find value in the rock, love this mountain so high that there’s no easy way down, it’s a house that means security, a solid foundation... a library and friends and even some magic hidden in its heart. Such wonderous understanding. Empathy in its depths, even if it at first appears to be monstrous. A house that cares. A house that loves. A house that lives despite all odds. A house that reminds me so very much of Nesta Archeron that it’s marvelous that it’s an expression of self-love.
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