Neville, gallingly, is even more silent than usual; when they're in proximity he keeps a foot of space between them, like if he won't touch her Luna will pop up into the unused space.
Oh... oh, Neville.
it's on the eighth day that Ginny finds herself staring shamefacedly at a plate of radishes for fifteen minutes—radishes, honestly, she thinks, and then oh bugger no, there are tears in her eyes.
Oh my god, I love Ginny. This is such a great moment, the radish trigger and Ginny's annoyance with crying. And then the way that Neville notices right away! Like they're completely in tune with each other.
He pants, "I'm not—"
She stops. "Not what?"
"Not going to go," he says, and then she can't pretend to not be crying, but she thinks if they can just move fast enough, full enough, make each other sweat, that they'll be able to look past the breaking.
Re: an addiction to hands and feet (2/2) - ginny/neville - r
Neville, gallingly, is even more silent than usual; when they're in proximity he keeps a foot of space between them, like if he won't touch her Luna will pop up into the unused space.
Oh... oh, Neville.
it's on the eighth day that Ginny finds herself staring shamefacedly at a plate of radishes for fifteen minutes—radishes, honestly, she thinks, and then oh bugger no, there are tears in her eyes.
Oh my god, I love Ginny. This is such a great moment, the radish trigger and Ginny's annoyance with crying. And then the way that Neville notices right away! Like they're completely in tune with each other.
He pants, "I'm not—"
She stops. "Not what?"
"Not going to go," he says, and then she can't pretend to not be crying, but she thinks if they can just move fast enough, full enough, make each other sweat, that they'll be able to look past the breaking.
Fucking perfect! You are a star!