 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Gunnar certainly wasn't one to meditate on a regular basis, and he wasn't exactly eager to do it now, but this false sun and pretend meadow made relaxing all too enticing. Laying back in the grass he tucked his arms under his head and closed his eyes beneath the sunglasses perched on his face.
At the current moment, his happy place seemed to be flying through the sky on his broom, beater bat in hand, and a warm breeze whipped through his hair. As relaxed as he was and focused on something he hadn't done in what felt like forever, the Slytherin began to fall asleep.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |