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fuckyeahgodricandrowena:

title: LUMOSnote: i don’t like how this drawing turned out (specially their position and their faces: they’re terrible :/). it was better in my head.

-Any other person would have been frightened to  have Godric’s wand two inches away of the face. But not her. He was so  close she could see his pupils dilating at the view of her parted lips.“We should go back into the castle…”, Rowena murmured.“Are you cold?”Concern in his voice. Interesting, she thought.“My blood is not as warm as yours Godric.”No teasing in these words. Just fact. And when the scottish  wind laid one lock of ebony hair on her face, she felt the heat of his  callused palm stroking her cheek, fingers carefully placing the wild  lock behind her ear.

fuckyeahgodricandrowena:

title: LUMOS
note: i don’t like how this drawing turned out (specially their position and their faces: they’re terrible :/). it was better in my head.

-
Any other person would have been frightened to have Godric’s wand two inches away of the face. But not her. He was so close she could see his pupils dilating at the view of her parted lips.
“We should go back into the castle…”, Rowena murmured.
“Are you cold?”
Concern in his voice. Interesting, she thought.
“My blood is not as warm as yours Godric.”
No teasing in these words. Just fact. And when the scottish wind laid one lock of ebony hair on her face, she felt the heat of his callused palm stroking her cheek, fingers carefully placing the wild lock behind her ear.

nami86:

fuckyeahgodricandrowena:

HP FANART (PG-13) + mini drabble: GODRIC x ROWENA

“You would look prettier wearing red.” It always  started this way, with some innocent words from Godric. And it always  -well, not always, most of the time- ended up with her pressed against  the wall by his lean body. He was warm, every parts of his body was.  She could notice it despite her dress. Maybe it was the famous  Gryffindor’s blood running through his veins or the fact that his  colours were fire and gold. It felt securing and soft on her cold skin.  Rowena loved that: his hot lips and tongue trying to find salvation in  her cool mouth, as avid as a man just getting out of the desert and  finding a bottle of fresh water. Godric could be the greatest duellist  of the age, the perfect man of war… Rowena was the real conqueror.


LOOK WHAT I JUST DREW :3

nami86:

fuckyeahgodricandrowena:

HP FANART (PG-13) + mini drabble: GODRIC x ROWENA

“You would look prettier wearing red.”
It always started this way, with some innocent words from Godric. And it always -well, not always, most of the time- ended up with her pressed against the wall by his lean body.
He was warm, every parts of his body was. She could notice it despite her dress. Maybe it was the famous Gryffindor’s blood running through his veins or the fact that his colours were fire and gold. It felt securing and soft on her cold skin. Rowena loved that: his hot lips and tongue trying to find salvation in her cool mouth, as avid as a man just getting out of the desert and finding a bottle of fresh water. Godric could be the greatest duellist of the age, the perfect man of war… Rowena was the real conqueror.

LOOK WHAT I JUST DREW :3