mxrlenemckn:
It had been a long, sleepless night. Sirius had been a welcome break from the heavy realizations the day had brought. But once they parted ways and the tequila settled into a heavy ball in her stomach she could no longer ignore the truth she had been avoiding. It was her fault. Fully ignoring the fact that she was the only one of her family that was in the Order, the only one with a job that would have created any sort of target upon them, there had been a million opportunities to stop it. She should have made sure the house was protected before they all gathered there, or demanded they wait to gather until they knew they could do so safely. When she saw the shadow she should have thrown up a shield. When Travers removed the immobilization spell she should have fought back. There were a million things she could have done to save her family. She had failed them once. It wouldn’t happen again.
July 29, 1981. She had two and a half years. Thirty-two months to figure out how to save them.
The headache started setting in as the sun tipped above the horizon – the second night in a row she was up before the sunrise. She sat on the window sill, watching the sun streak orange and pink across the street. She sat, listening as the street became alive again. Muggles stepping out on their way to work, cheerful and energized in that way you became after a short vacation, unaware that for some people everything had changed.
Eventually the hangover induced headache escalated to the point that she was motivated into moving. Walking barefoot across the worn carpet, she made her way to the medicine cabinet, pulling out one of the hangover potions she kept for moments like these.
She had just unstoppered the vial when a quiet knock came from her front door. She startled, the cool, glass bottle nearly sliding through her fingers. Tipping the potion back, she swallowed it in a single gulp and already began to feel the comforting warmth working its way through her. In another time she may have simply been confused by the door. Literally no one she knew would be calling on her before noon. But curiosity go the best of her and she stepped hesitantly forward, loosely holding her wand in her right hand.
But when she opened it and saw James she froze. It had been a long time. Maybe not in 1979 – but in 1981 it had been over six months. And she understood. She had understood the need for the hiding and for the secrecy without knowing the exact reasons for it. If they thought it was necessary she supported them; truthfully, she couldn’t think of a circumstance when she wouldn’t have supported the pair of them. She had always understood, but she missed him and Lily. And here he was, at her front door as if nothing had changed.
But it had for him – she had seen the look on Lily’s face, heard the glass shatter as she dropped the mugs. She had seen the way Sirius tensed when she approached him. She had died, been murdered. They had accepted that and maybe even mourned her a bit – and she was back, some kind of fucking ghost.
With most people she wouldn’t have considered it, but with James it had always been different. There was something different about someone who had seen you through nearly every stage of life, from an awkward child to an adult.. sort of. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. She stood there like that for a long moment before letting out a breathy laugh. “You look like shit, mate,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. What a fucked up twenty-four hours it had been. “Come on, let me make some tea.”
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It wasn’t real.
It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t real.
For how messed up the past day had been, how much information he and Lily had been forced to sit with and process, nothing had prepared him for this. Nothing could. Losing Marlene had taken an entire piece of his heart, ripped it right from his chest, and no force on Earth could have brought her back to him. He had tried to accept that, tried to live with it, had mourned every day since Moody had come to them to break the news, and James had to use every ounce of strength he had to keep Lily upright, to cling onto her like it was the only thing keeping him holding on, too.
And now, she was here. Hugging him. Sane and sober enough to joke about how he looked.
The last time he’d seen her had been in a fucking grave.
She was everything like he remembered. Eighteen years old and bright eyed, even with the hangover that haunted her expression. Blonde hair in waves around her shoulders, wand in hand, still in the same clothes she wore the night before. Sirius had gone to see her, Lily had explained, and James had needed the few hours to reason with the fact that Marlene, his Marlene, had come back to them. As much as he’d wanted to run to her as soon as Lily had told him, James knew it was a reality he couldn’t face.
Hell, it was the exact same thing stopping him from running back to the estate, crying for his parents.
She was warm. Very much real, and very much alive. Her arms were tight around him, voice as choked up as he felt, and James stayed quiet as she suggested tea, the comment so bizarrely normal that some part of him refused to believe it was happening at all. Maybe he was still dead. Maybe this was some kind of purgatory, while Marlin or God or whoever was up there decided what to do with him, after he hadn’t done enough. Maybe this was hell, forcing him to relive the past two years of losing his friends, and his family, and fighting a losing war, and facing Voldemort again, and learning how to fucking handle everything he’d done wrong in this world.
Or. Maybe it wasn’t.
His hand lifted before he could stop it, catching Marlene’s cheek.
They always could have been something.
“.. you’re really here?” he asked finally, still in the threshold of her home, afraid to take another step forward. James searched her eyes, looking for the truth in them, and felt tears in his own. “You’re -”
greek goddess asks
aphrodite - who do you love most in this world?
hebe - what’s you’re fondest memory from your childhood?
melpomane - what is your favourite song?
nike - what are you most proud of?
thalia - who can always make you laugh when you’re feeling sad?
urania - do you believe in astrology? why/ why not?
selene - would you rather the sky had no moon or no stars?
polyhymnia - do you belong to a religion? which one?
pheme - which celebrity do you find most inspirational?
hecate - if you were a witch, what kind of animal would your familiar be?
clotho - do you want children? what do you want to call them?
artemis - are you a vegetarian/ vegan?
athena - do you have a favourite piece of art? what is it?
enyo - do you get angry easily?
harmonia - if you could learn to play any instrument, what would it be?
hestia - would you rather live in the countryside or the city? why?
hygenia - are you a tidy person?
nyx - when was the last time you stayed out past midnight?
👠 What kind of shoes does your character usually wear in daily life?
HEADCANON:
James has four go-to pairs of shoes that he wears pretty regularly.
The first are a pair of beat-up sneakers, just used for running around in. Lily had shown him a few different muggle brands when they were out shopping one day, and he had fallen in love with a pair of Nikes.
The second, are a pair of boots, for when he's on missions. They're charmed to be non-slip, silent, hex-proof, and ridiculously comfortable. It makes it much easier to face auror and Order missions that are days long.
The third, are a pair of fancy dress shoes. His father had once taught him the importance of always having a smart pair of dress robes and good, formal shoes, for any necessary event and occasion. As much as he hates dressing up in the more traditional sense of wizard wear, he does appreciate the life lesson. He's never forgotten it.
The fourth pair of shoes are actually an old pair of slippers. Sirius had given them to him as a joke gift, making a gag about him being an 'old man', just after Lily had announced her pregnancy. But the slippers are comfortable, beyond belief, and James usually wears them around the house.
Wine
It's their first night living alone.
The flat is tiny, with a balcony, and a double bed, pushed up under the window. The kitchen is just barely big enough for the two of them, but they've been graduates now for three whole months, and summer is ending. As enjoyable as it had been to spend the warmer days wrapped up in the comfort of his own bedroom in the estate, something in James longs for more. He's nineteen, now, the excitement of being an independent adult buzzing at his fingertips. He starts Auror training in a few weeks, and then..
There's no Hogwarts to go back to, in September. No more sharing a dorm with his best friends, or sharing a common room with a whole quarter of the school population. He's gone from being surrounded by hundreds of students on a regular basis, to this.
If James is being honest, he prefers this.
This, is a life with Lily. This, is a home, their own, built together. He hadn't hesitated to ask, and she hadn't hesitated to say yes, just as eager as he had been to catch up on the time they had lost. It's abundant, now. There's still boxes to unpack. A life to start, together. They're just shy of a year into officially being a couple, and still, every day, he wakes up happier than before.
And it's all thanks to Lily.
There's a bright grin on his lips when he opens the cheap bottle of wine, pouring it out into two wine glasses. Clear crystal, the most expensive thing in the flat, and a moving out gift from his parents. The wine is blood red, sharp and sweet, and James carries the two glasses over to where she's perched on the couch, curled up, content, like there's nowhere else she'd rather be.
She smiles at him, just as happy as he is.
There's nowhere else he'd rather be.
“We always were a thing, weren’t we?”
"I think so." There's no arrogance behind his words, no self-righteousness that would have come if she had asked him three years ago. Their relationship is a relatively new thing, in terms of official labels, their first kiss, everything that had happened on Halloween night, but everything they are goes beyond so much more than that. To the eye, sure, they've only been together for two months, and they're still going strong. But Lily's right, as she usually is. They were always a thing. She's always been on his mind. She's had his heart for at least a year, now, if not more. He's learned to adapt, to accept the way Lily had wanted them to be, simply friends and nothing more. Getting any ounce of a positive relationship with her, even a platonic one, was more than James had ever imagined possible, and he wasn't about to take it for granted. Every moment spent with her was a gift. Is a gift. But there's freedom, in honesty. He can tell her these things, can admit to watching her in class, feeling his heart soar when she cheers from the stands during a quidditch match, the way her foot would knock against his ankle under the table at breakfast. Little details that add up, things that culminate and become love, and hearing her admit to that makes him feel warm all over. He's unafraid, then, when he leans over, pressing a small kiss to her forehead. "You've always been it, for me."
Ұ How short/tall is your character compared to their peers?
HEADCANON:
In the earlier years of Hogwarts, James would have been considered pretty tall. He'd hit a growth spurt early, which definitely made it easier to get onto the quidditch team sooner, rather than later. He learned how to use it to his advantage, though as the years have gone by, he's settled into a comfortable 'just a little taller than average'.
Tall enough to give Lily a kiss on the forehead, and to hold Harry on his shoulders so he feels like he's flying, and to make fun of Sirius for being a little shorter than him, he'd say. That's all that matters.
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He's got one hand on the back of Sirius' jacket, and if James looks close enough, he's pretty certain he can see the sheen of the leather fading from where he's grabbed the same spot so many times. London is busy at the best of times, and even busier on a Saturday night, he's noticed. Not that they've been in the city all too often; the extent of their time hanging out outside of the castle has been sorely restricted to Hogsmeade and the Potter Estate, for the most part. It's only in the past year or so that he and Sirius have really been given permission to go out into London, to enjoy the free time they have the summer before their seventh year and upcoming graduation. He feels light on his feet. Unstoppable. Invincible. They'd downed half a bottle of firewhiskey between the two of them before leaving the house, portkeyed to a little village just outside the city, and got the next bus right into the center of town - and thank you, Evans, for the scintillating lesson on muggle public transport. Still, Sirius seems intent to end their night early, and as a double decker bus goes whizzing past on the road, horn honking loudly, the wing mirror of the muggle monster of steel and dusty seats nearly smacks his best friend clean in the nose as Sirius tries to step out to cross. It's barely seven in the evening, and too close a call. "Thought I was supposed to be the blind one?" James snorts, trying to ignore the racing in his heart as he pulls Sirius back onto the path.
zetterdamn:
There’s no doubt it was always you.
From the first time i walked you home from school you stole my hear.
It was always you.
It hurts to see your pretty smile fade.
I know there’s nothing left for us to say but it’s okay.
It’s okay-
There’s no getting over you.
I tried my best to tell the truth but the missing is tearing me apart.
Forgetting is the hardest part.
The thought of losing you is all too much.
I’m a long, long way from home… From you.
I’ll be back some day.
We’ll do it all, everything.
We don’t need anything, or anyone.
If I lay here, If I just lay here… Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Those three words… Are said too much. They are not enough.
I don’t quite know how to say how I feel.
Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?
Forget what we’re told, before we get too old.
I need your grace to read my needs, to find my own.
Your perfect eyes is all that I can see.
I’m sorry for hurting you.
I’ll be here to hold your hand.
If only I knew what I know today.
I would hold you in my arms, and take the pain away.
Thank you for all you’ve done.
There’s nothing I wanna do to hear your voice again.
Sometimes… I wanna call you, but I’m scared that you won’t be there.
I’m sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn’t do.
I’ve hurt myself by hating you.
Some days I feel broken inside, but I just don’t want to admit it.
It’s so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this.
Would you tell that I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you proud of who I am?
If I had just one more day I would tell you how I’ve missed you since you’ve been away.
I’m sorry for blaming you.
Blame it all on me.
It was my fault – This wasn’t supposed to…happen.
Please forgive me.
I can’t stay… I really can’t –
I have come to talk with you again.
We need to talk…
Can we please just – Talk ?
I think we should… talk about… This – Us.
They know about us.
Oh come on – Look at us! Is this what we really want???
… I don’t think there’s anything left to say.
Do you even know how to answer your phone?
I keep messaging you, but you never reply?
Never mind. It’s nothing. It never is.
Can’t you just listen to me!?
I’m fine okay, can we drop this?
I’ve heard that you… Found… someone new?
There will always be things I can’t give you, things I can’t say – And I all I want… Is for you to be happy.
It isn’t over – We are not over, yet.
I wish nothing but the best for you.
Don’t… Forget me – Please ?
I just want to forget everything about you.
It hurts. It hurts so much – Don’t you understand!?
I can’t do this.
We can fix this.
We can’t fix this.
We could always…stop here and stay friends?
Are you sure that…we should – ? You know… do this?
I won’t ever find someone like you… You are special to me.
You are perfect.
We always were a thing, weren’t we?
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