slytherin · harry potter · queer romance · fierce loyalty · biting humor · order of the phoenix · dark academia · warrior · regulus black · marlene mckinnon
“Stay still,” Dorcas whispers, her fingers hooking under Marlene’s chin to tilt her face upward. A wand, cleverly repurposed as a makeup brush, hovers just above Marlene’s lips, coated in a bold, shimmering hue that complements her perfectly. Marlene is uncharacteristically silent—none of the usual flirtatious banter or teasing nicknames. She simply gazes up, her expression one of quiet, wide-eyed devotion, as if Dorcas were painting the night sky onto her skin. Dorcas swallows hard, the raw intensity of the look making her chest ache with a fragile, overwhelming warmth. “Hold still, Marls,” she murmurs, her voice dropping to a soft, intimate,, hush. Marlene nods slowly, her eyes never leaving Dorcas's. As Dorcas sweeps a highlight across her cheekbones, her thumb brushes ag…