polls and stuff

"Please," the boy begged, and he was just that, Augustin realized. Again and again, she could never come to terms that they were still children. "Trust me."

"And why should I do that?" Her voice was cold, distant. She'd never known herself to be so. "When you clearly have no use for my trust."

The wind carried Regulus Black's voice uphill, along with it her breath at his next words, "You're my sun, Augustin. My summer sun. You are the wind and the rain." A hiccup rattled his chest, was he crying? No, no why was he crying- "All things I so selfishly want to keep."

Temporarily on hold.