Lachlan mounted the broom, his mind zipping through thoughts that he couldn't find the energy to voice. As an auror she should have little problem using a broom, but the beater inside of him felt as though he ought to be the one leading. He was, of course, in no state to do so, so he only let out a sigh.
This could be their last moment on Earth, their last time speaking. If they crashed, it would be better to close his eyes and succumb than traverse the arctic landscape—assuming the wind chill didn't get to him first. She mounted the broom in front of him, and Lachlan reached up a hand and stroked it through her hair, one last display of comfort, of affection, before they took off.
"I promise," he said quietly, and held on tight.
This could be their last moment on Earth, their last time speaking. If they crashed, it would be better to close his eyes and succumb than traverse the arctic landscape—assuming the wind chill didn't get to him first. She mounted the broom in front of him, and Lachlan reached up a hand and stroked it through her hair, one last display of comfort, of affection, before they took off.
"I promise," he said quietly, and held on tight.
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —