I know it’s not Ben Barnes, but I’ve had this image stuck in my head ever since I read the books, and now that the series came out it just felt like the right moment to give in to my desperate desire to dress up Alina in full Russian-court inspired getup. No regrets.
And just in time for the last day of darklinaweek2021 fuck yes XD
Yo….Someone needs to thoroughly convince me that BNHA isn’t a giant K-drama complete with Guy A (childhood friend, rough around the edges) and Guy B (prince-like, rich and successful) and the clumsy innocent protagonist.
Reblogged this because the artwork and I’m 100% agree with the caption //CRIES
“I know what a selkie is! What I’m having trouble with is my best friend of twenty years suddenly dropping by to be like ‘Hey, by the way, I’m a mythical water beast!’”
pulling her hair just a little bit while making out with her so she moans a little louder into your mouth. pulling it back so that her head arches back and you can start kissing her neck and then her chest and start gently laying her down as you get on top of her. oh god
James found him where he often did; perched on the roof of their houseboat, staring up at the dark black sky, attempting to make out the stars.
“Hey, want some company?” He spoke just above a whisper, mindful of the way sound carried over the water of the harbor.
Remus looked down at him, unsurprised. “No, it’s nearly midnight, you must be tired. Go to bed, I’ll be fine.”
“I think I’ll join you tonight, if it’s all the same to you.”
Remus attempted a half smile and shifted sideways slightly, as if to make room in invitation. James quickly clambered up and settled in, wrapping his arms fully around Remus.
“Do you know where it would be tonight, if we could see it?” James asked.
“Hmm…right about there I think. Could be remembering wrong, he was always having to show it to me again.”
“I was so useless at it. He stopped bothering to show me.”
The words were unnecessary, a memorized script spoken often with the smallest alterations each time. They knew the answers already, of course. They had both been there, all three of them together, back when Sirius was able to show them his star and tell stories about some of the others. Now they were left to find the stars on their own, to help each other recall the stories. Or, as in the case of nights like the one they moved to this houseboat, well aware that the most important stars were somehow invisible here, they helped each other to forget more and more.
Tonight, though, tonight was a night for remembering. It would have been unavoidable. It had happened on this night after all, and they had no chance of forgetting the date. So, like all other remembering-nights, they found themselves huddled on the roof, questioning why they bought this boat in the first place, why they were so desperate to forget what could never be fully forgotten, why they even bothered to try.
Eventually they would go to bed, forced inside by the chilly breeze off the water, and they would continue their rememberings there. They would hold each other close, desperate to fill the gap that existed in each of them, the missing body that had so often been in the middle of their bed. James and Remus would spend the late remembering hours comforting each other in the ways only those who shared the same grief and love could.
And then, in the morning, they would start their days all over again, perhaps this time seeking to help each other forget, if only until nightfall. If only until the sky fell midnight black and they felt the stars that they could not see. If only until the absent stars pulled them out onto the roof yet again.
