starball | supernova

[Aurora Marshall]

supernova.
aurora attends a muggle school, ares within his fifth year at hogwarts.
spring equinox, when night and day meet.
spotted in aurora's slowly rundown treehouse.

"Orion. Cetus. Corvus." The words were soft murmurs under her breath as the scratch of a quill echoed from the parchment. Crickets preformed a low symphony outside the treehouse window as the sun made its descent down the horizon. A thin chill flooded the small wooden room as naturally Aurora leaned back towards her friend to wrap a blanket around her shoulders. The girl wore a serious focused expression across her brow as she stared down at the paper. The chicken scratch of penmanship was one in the works, something Aurora Marshall wanted to perfect so no one else confused her writing with her eighty-five-year-old professor.

All the other girls in her muggle school had pretty signatures, things that made them unique and their handwriting stand out. As for her? Aurora always felt it easier to talk than write, never working on her penmanship.

"Gemini. Lyra. Aries-" Her lip upturned as she felt his fingertip trace the words across soft skin, no doubt a subtle display of cockiness as her head turned to glance at the boy who sat slightly behind her as she struggled wrote.

Dark locks brushed over her shoulder at the movement and vibrant green eyes looked right into blue.

"Aries? Really?" The freckles sprinkled along her nose crinkled.

[Ares Alricsson]

His own nose crinkled at the sound of his father's name on her lips. Not what a teenage boy wanted to hear when his fingertips were trailing over the satiny skin of a girl's thigh. Unfortunately, Ares was teaching her about constellations and Orion was one of the most recognised.

There was one way to fix this. He scooted closer to her after she wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and spread his long legs out on either side of her. His chin rested on her shoulder, watching the delicate fingers form not-so-delicate letters on the parchment. As she concentrated on the last couple of names, his fingers traced a path from the middle of the outside of her thigh to just inside her knee. There he lightly formed a capital A with his first finger. Next came the r and before he could get to the e and not an i, Aurora called him out.

Ares flashed what he called his Aurora smile (the brighter one that only she pulled out of him) and leaned closer, dragging his nose through her hair before his lips stopped close to her ear. "You're spelling my name wrong." His hand reached around to grasp hers and he guided her through the correct spelling of Ares. At least in his mind.

Their combined writing was still a bit messy but he turned his gaze back to her without correcting or commenting on anything. "Besides, I could still hear Dad's name on your lips. I needed to hear you say mine."

His eyes dropped to her full lips.

[Aurora Marshall]

"Technically, your name has two different spellings with two different meanings. There are two versions. Aries, speaks for the golden ram that lights the night sky." She spoke calmly, almost matter-of-fact like before turning her head to meet his gaze.

She didn't miss where his eyes fell.

"And Ares is the god of war. Known for waging wars amongst men and having a thirst for blood." The words grew softer at their close proximity, her lips taking their time to really sound out his name.

Ares.

"Are you the sheep or the god?" It was a tease, those green eyes glittering in amusement as she leaned closer with their noses just barely touching.