marionetteblues:

here’s a thing. i have no idea what i was trying to do. 

lily evans, twenty years old, resting on her side, looking small in a king-sized bed. spine curved over, and a frown buried deep in her face. without it, she looks exhausted and stressed, but happy. with it, she looks weathered, and much older than she is. 

james potter, also twenty years old, but two months less so. towels his face as he leaves the bathroom. bare chest and pyjama bottoms hanging low on his hips. he catches sight of his wife’s expression and pauses.

what is it? he asks carefully, and she always smiles at his concern. 

look at me she says glumly, and he’s never one to forgo such an invitation. 

lily evans knows the pair of hazel eyes raking over her better than she knows anything else in the world and feels good again. she watches his face and drinks in his expression, sees his mouth quirk up at one side in an appreciative smirk, and feels great for a moment. so grateful and happy to be married to a man who makes her feel that way.

james potter thinks he’ll never get tired of looking at her. he takes in every inch of her and does his best to commit it to memory, sees her eyes widen as they fix on his face and wait for a response, and feels his herartrate increase. so lucky to be loved by someone like her. 

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