slytherin · harry potter · queer romance · fierce loyalty · biting humor · order of the phoenix · dark academia · warrior · regulus black · marlene mckinnon
“Stay still,” Dorcas whispers, two fingers tilting Marlene’s chin. A wand, repurposed as a brush, hovers near Marlene’s lips, coated in a bold hue that suits her perfectly. Marlene, unusually, remains silent—no flirtatious remarks, no teasing nicknames. She simply gazes up, eyes wide with quiet reverence, as if Dorcas were painting stars onto her skin. Dorcas swallows hard; this intensity makes her chest ache with fragile warmth. “Hold still, Marls,” she murmurs, voice softer. Marlene nods slowly, unblinking. Dorcas applies shimmer to cheekbones, thumb brushing Marlene’s jaw. Marlene closes her eyes, savoring the touch like a blessing. Dorcas fights the urge to kiss the gloss away. “You always this quiet when spoiled?” she asks, breathless. Marlene grins, lazy and love…