Theo Nott X Luna Lovegood / Wartime Au
Theo comes back to the safehouse covered in blood and gore.
"It's not mine." He mutters before anyone gets to even ask,
kicking the dirty boots off of his feet.
He doesn't look anyone in the eye.
Says nothing more.
Just makes his way upstairs and locks the bathroom door behind him.
Luna doesn't care about locked doors,
Or Theo's silence.
She goes in anyway.
Finds him in the bathtub,
a cigarette between his lips,
staring at the mold spots on the ceiling.
She asks no questions.
And he doesn't even look her way.
Not before she takes his face between her hands
and breathes in the smoke he exhales.
"Smoking kills." She states matter- of-factly.
He huffs, "So does war."
She climbs into the tub with him.
Clothes on and all
Rubs camomile shampoo into his hair, humming a song he doesn't know.
The foam becomes rusty red,
The swirls of smoke draw patterns on the mirror,
Theo closes his eyes
And despite all there's nowhere he'd rather be.