Heartstrings

“Let’s face it, no one plans on meeting their soulmate in a jokeshop.”  ____ Shedding of skins, breaking of bones. It’s a visceral, aching process—becoming. Pansy tries to navigate the new upturn of her life with the wretched clarity, insipid nihility thrusted on her after the war. She tries to wash her hands and not cut, tries to speak and not bark. It’s hard, it’s disintegrating, it’s tedious in its bitterness. But even more prickling than the grueling self-loathing, worse than the dark pit in her heart sucking her past and present and future, is the fear of falling in love with him —the effervescent, luminous boy of her restless dreams. Pansy is adamant in her stubbornness to ignore the brightness of his presence, the burn of his touch. It becomes a bit hard, however, when their heartstrings get entangled like the ribbons on their fingers under the bright yellow light of a jokeshop.

hii so i am very excited for another angsty hansy story. it’s another full story after my first one "stardust" and... yeah, the usual drill. lots of angst, lots of sexual tension, stupid decisions, probably a drunken confession for good measure.I really hope you enjoy it! let me know your thoughts!have a great day!ps. i also have a dramione story concept in this setting, but i don’t yet know if that’s going to be a one shot or another full fledged story.