you will be the death of me

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blaze cadwell

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finding-shade-in-imagination:

I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I’m addicted

time is running out muse playlist music me and dudix decided this is blictoire's song

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Making an Effort | Blictoire

oh-victoire:

While she was spending time with her family in France because of reasons only known by her, Vic forgot about her classes, about her homework, about everything regarding school, but people. From the top student that she was, she became… almost like Fred. And that was kind of a big problem.

The problem was, the smartest person she ever met, and therefore the only person that could help her with school, was… her ex-boyfriend, Blaze Cadwell. For whom she might or might not have feelings.

Hell, she was such a bad liar. Even to herself.

Obviously, she spent more than an hour in front of the mirror because she doesn”t care about what he thinks about her, right? She kept worrying about what’d she say to him, because, again, she doesn’t care about what he thinks about her, right?

Right.

That’s why the only face she wanted to see at night before she’d close her eyes was his. Right.

She took a deep breath.

Damn, Victoire. This was your choice. Stop playing around.

Glancing for the last time in the mirror, Victoire smiled with confidence. The beautiful person that was locked inside smiled back. You can do it, Toire. She was already over this phase of her life. They were just two friends studying together. In the library. No kisses, no hugs, no privacy. This will work, she thought.

After all, she was the one making him suffer with her bullshit, and she only had to think about that to remember why she took that decision. Easy.

In less than 2 minutes, she was already in front of the library. This was definetly a new record. Entering, she spotted her… friend, Blaze, the same Blaze that used to be her boyfriend, with his beautiful face, his deep blue eyes, and those lips of his, so…

Stop.

‘Anyone!’she repeated, with a laugh. But I’m not just anyone, she wanted to say, but stopped herself. Instead, she gave him a smile, and wrapped her arms around him tighter that she initially planned. ‘Thank you. I will make it up to you for this favour.’

‘Shall we?’

He couldn’t stop shaking his leg or rubbing his neck freuqently as he waited for the Gyriffindor to show up at the library. Both were nervous habits and he internally scolded himself for acting this way. There was no reason to feel like this. None. His feelings for her hardly mattered in the situation. Just stop thinking about it. He needed to pull himself together, straightening himself up and just relaxing. As soon as she arrived that was out the window again and he could feel his hand reaching for the back of his neck as soon as she sat down across from him.

He wanted nothing more in that moment then to drop what they were doing and lean across the table to kiss her but he knew it was foolish and was trying out this friendzone bullshit. He’d regret something like that later. Hell, he’d regret it if he didn’t do it as well. A lose lose situation. After all, how many times was he going to let himself get hurt before he finally gave up? “And I’ll think of some way you can pay me back. I’m so holding it over you now.”

“We shall.” He answered back, biting his lip. “So, what exactly do you, er, need help on? Throw me whatever you got.”

He thought about how this probably wasn’t the only time they’d be meeting up like this. Not only would she probably want his help again - with all the class she’s missed - but there were final projects to be done and he had one with her. Two friends working on a project together.

“Oh, and I don’t know if you’ve seen but we’re paired up for a potions project so make room for me in your schedule, ‘Toire.” Relax, Blaze. He had been paired up with three others, thankfully only not knowing one by the name of Dean. The others were Annabeth and Sophie. He had a feeling these projects were gonna be easy, and he wasn’t about to be one of those tools who just complained about their partners. He actually liked his anyway, and the work load was a piece of cake.

He was distracted from his thoughts by the beautiful blonde speaking to him from across the table, perfect in every way. His eyes began wandering. Fuck. It was like he needed someone there to yell at him for his thoughts or when he got off track. Like how pet owners spray their pets with water when they’re bad. Or how kids were sent to their room. He needed a time out right about now.

This is going to be a long day.