Fandom: Harry Potter
Notes: For 100words prompt #59, Comfort and draco100 prompt #27, Hogwarts.
Flames dance in the fireplace, seasoned cherry logs scenting the air. Hermione leans against Draco. She cradles her tea in both hands and takes a deep breath, letting it out with a sigh.
"Tough day, Professor?"
Hermione hums. "First month of school is always rough. Teaching everyone to find their way around Hogwarts. Three firsties in tears this week." She tilts her head back to smile at him. "A nice fire and hot tea ready makes it better, though."
"Glad to hear it." Draco pulls a blanket from the back of the sofa. "Curl up and relax. You've earned it."
Fandom: A Little Chaos
Notes: prompt #059 "comfort"
Tears finally drying on her face, Sabine rests her cheek against the pillow.
Pale morning light falls through the shuttered windows. She takes a shaky breath. The scent in the air reminds her of summer rain--wet grass and pine needles, and beneath it, Andre's earthy fragrance.
He lies behind her, warm and solid, his arm holding her close. His thumb brushes gently against her wrist, steady and patient, each stroke easing the grief of her memories. It has been too long since anyone held her like this.
She turns to look at him. "I'm glad that you are here."
Fandom: Berlin Station
It's not meant as a gesture of comfort, or sympathy, even, her hand on his arm. It’s calculation, nothing more. She's trying to bait him. But he’s not going to fall for that, not now, not ever. Two can play at this game, and why shouldn't he enjoy himself along the way, Daniel thinks, and smiles, when he slides his hand into her hair and pulls her towards him. And doesn’t she smell sweet.
It's a shame, though, that he's not attracted to her, not really, anyway. But he'll make do. He’ll make do, as always. Part of the job.
Fandom: Emerald City
Notes: Trigger Warnings for self harm and drug abuse.
That knowledge sits deep inside her bones.
And she embraces it--knows that it is just.
How could she deserve love, when she watched them die? She, who called herself a Cardinal Witch with such pride, saw all her spells and magic swept away. All her sisters drowned. Their youth and promise taken, until only she remained. Tired. Ancient. Empty.
She could not save them.
This truth has burrowed even deeper.
It makes her reach for the poppy seed. For the oblivion promised within.
She wants to vanish, but until then, she'll forget.
Notes: Prompt #59 - Comfort
The inside of the stable was still and cool, filled with the slow, soothing sound of the horses chewing. The darkness was creeping closer with every minute but there was still some light from the late autumn sun. This was her favourite place. The smell of the warm bodies filled her nose and the calm energy filled her soul. While sitting in Faxis box, watching the chestnut coloured horse chew his hay, she couldn’t help but to wonder what she’d do without him. Surely nothing good. She felt herself drift away, a feeling of warmth and safety softly covering her.
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