This has to be one of the stupidest things he's ever done. It's nighttime, the water is no doubt freezing, and he's tanked to the gills. Oh, fuck it, he thinks. You only live once ( Read more... )

She hadn't been in the Room of Requirement, and when he'd stormed into Duo's room, neither of them had been there either. Psyche hadn't signed up for any classes that Eros knew of (but she hadn't even sent him an owl saying she was moving out, why would she tell him if she'd signed up for classes either?), so that only left Sortings. He'd managed ( Read more... )

Psyche went first to the room she shared with Eros, but only long enough to scribble a brief note, and wrap a blanket around her shoulders. She was still shivering pretty continually, and she wondered in a vague way if there was something else she should do for that. As she stepped back out into the halls outside the Gryffindor common room, she ( Read more... )

Psyche sits beside her husband on the bed, her head leaning against his shoulder and their legs stretched out in front of them and overlapping. The room around them is bright and warm, filled with cushions and white columns and a long low table laden with fruits and wine. There's a bookshelf near the bed, filled with the novels Psyche's been ( Read more... )

*Psyche returns to the room she shares with Eros, intent on changing her dress, which was snagged in a few places by the roses she's been strewing all over the castle. Her skin, of course, is proof against scratches from everything but divine weapons, but the thing about wearing real fabrics (instead of simply calling into existence gorgeous ( Read more... )