[ he pauses when she finally looks up at him, as if moving would throw off whatever sort of peace they'd managed to claw themselves into. lily looks at him, and james looks back, honest about everything running through his head in that moment. the concern, the worry, the stress, the relief - anything he can show her, he does, because it's lily and if there's anything she's looking for, he wants her to find it.
there is a second there where everything stops, frozen somewhere in the space between them. lily looks different, looks off, but he can't understand why. there's the urge to reach out and brush some of her hair back from her face, to pull her back against him again as long as it means getting rid of that-
and then it's gone.
james feels like hours went by in that single second, exhausted and strung out like he'd been running, but he doesn't waver his eyes. doesn't move, for fear of possibly, in some way, doing something wrong. but that doesn't stop him from asking, doesn't stop the way his stomach drops at the sound of her voice. what happened to her? what, in the span of their quiet night to this moment, happened?
he thinks back to the snow, the ice, to eggsy and to sirius and- no. well. maybe. maybe that could be it.
but then lily says him and james knows. knows before she can finally form the name in her mouth. she says his name but there is more to it- a kind of fear that settles somewhere behind her eyes. james is more confused than anything, still not able to figure out how this is happening or what she means. ]
Do you mean the prophecy? [ it's said a bit weakly, and with too much uncertainty for james to feel comfortable. lily retracts her arm and pushes back her hair and james is still left feeling a bit weightless. ]
Love, when? What are you talking about? He hasn't- [ he can't even start to wonder about if voldemort is here given the conversation, the fact that lily is looking at him like that. his brow furrows - not darkly, but definitively. wiped his memory? halloween? ]
Are you talking about last year? Yeah, I remember, but I don't- [ no, that's wrong. that's not what she's asking about. he his cocks to the side when he looks at her, next, before he's reaching out to set his hands on her upper arms, eyes searching her a bit more frantically this time. ] What happened?
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there is a second there where everything stops, frozen somewhere in the space between them. lily looks different, looks off, but he can't understand why. there's the urge to reach out and brush some of her hair back from her face, to pull her back against him again as long as it means getting rid of that-
and then it's gone.
james feels like hours went by in that single second, exhausted and strung out like he'd been running, but he doesn't waver his eyes. doesn't move, for fear of possibly, in some way, doing something wrong. but that doesn't stop him from asking, doesn't stop the way his stomach drops at the sound of her voice. what happened to her? what, in the span of their quiet night to this moment, happened?
he thinks back to the snow, the ice, to eggsy and to sirius and- no. well. maybe. maybe that could be it.
but then lily says him and james knows. knows before she can finally form the name in her mouth. she says his name but there is more to it- a kind of fear that settles somewhere behind her eyes. james is more confused than anything, still not able to figure out how this is happening or what she means. ]
Do you mean the prophecy? [ it's said a bit weakly, and with too much uncertainty for james to feel comfortable. lily retracts her arm and pushes back her hair and james is still left feeling a bit weightless. ]
Love, when? What are you talking about? He hasn't- [ he can't even start to wonder about if voldemort is here given the conversation, the fact that lily is looking at him like that. his brow furrows - not darkly, but definitively. wiped his memory? halloween? ]
Are you talking about last year? Yeah, I remember, but I don't- [ no, that's wrong. that's not what she's asking about. he his cocks to the side when he looks at her, next, before he's reaching out to set his hands on her upper arms, eyes searching her a bit more frantically this time. ] What happened?