When Fandoms Collide Or The Untamed Meets Asoiaf.

when fandoms collide ❤️ or the untamed meets asoiaf.

What is duty against the memory of a brother's smile?

— Sue Zhao

The cup of tea was hot in her hands as Lily watched the milk she’d poured unfurl in a riotous blossom. She gave it a stir, gazing intently at the swirl, the storm, the eventual settling. Eternity in a teacup.

She sat alone at the Gryffindor table. Only a few other students were freckled around the Great Hall, sleepily assembling their own breakfasts. She’d come down far earlier than was her usual habit. No one would ever accuse Lily Evans of being a morning person, but she’d woken up early today. She couldn’t sleep. The frantic week prior had flitted away like a fretful spring breeze — all their planning and plotting, whispers in the corridors, owls in the evenings — until suddenly it was Saturday.

The day of the big protest.

Probably it was some combination of nerves and exhaustion that kept her staring into the depths of her tea, and she lost track of precisely how long she’d been at this before she noticed a presence behind her. She glanced over her shoulder. It was Severus.

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I'm sorry. I broke my promise.

She cries for me to return alive from destiny's road and live here.

MAHMOUD DARWISH — poetic regulations

“i love this little thing, this little thing i made… i love it so much i’d die for it, over and over again.”