☾⋆ᥫ᭡⋆☽ Darling, Stay Quiet Theodore Nott ☾⋆ᥫ᭡⋆☽

Where Music Becomes Emotion, Written In Lyrics By Laetitia Rose ☾⋆ᥫ᭡⋆☽☾⋆ᥫ᭡⋆☽☾⋆ᥫ᭡⋆☽☾⋆ᥫ᭡⋆☽☾⋆ᥫ᭡⋆☽☾⋆ᥫ᭡⋆☽ [Intro – whispered] You never say much, Theo. Funny Everyone thinks silence means nothing. But yours? Darling I could recognize it in a room full of screams. [Verse 1] Midnight in the common room, green light bleeding through the dark, everyone disappeared hours ago, but we're still exactly where we are. Your book is resting in your hands, mine forgotten against my knees, my head falls softly to your shoulder, and for once I don't need to leave. You don't ask what's wrong when I get quiet. You don't reach for wounds I never show. You just turn another page and stay beside me, like somehow you already know. My curls fall across your arm, your fingers brush them from the page. Neither of us says a word. But lately silence doesn't feel the same. [Pre-Chorus] So I whisper, “Darling, pass me that book.” And your fingers freeze against the page. Such a little word. Such a dangerous thing to say. I smile because I know exactly what it does to you. Theo... don't look at me like that unless you want me to understand. [Chorus] Darling, you love me in the quiet, don't you? Between the words we never need to say. In every midnight I fall against your shoulder, in every silence that somehow makes me stay. Theo, you don't burn like fire. You move beneath my skin like something deeper. Slow. Beautiful. Impossible to escape. And maybe that's what scares me most... I never noticed myself falling until I looked beside me and realized I was already yours. [Verse 2] You know when I'm pretending before I even start to lie. One glance above your book and damn it, Theo... you've already read my mind. I steal your cigarettes. You steal my rings. I wear your jumper when the dungeons turn to ice. You pretend you haven't noticed. But Darling... I've caught your eyes more than twice. And when I flirt with Mattheo just to watch him lose his mind, you never make a scene. Never ask me who I belong to. Just that tiny darkness crossing through your eyes that nobody notices... except me. So later I sit closer. Much closer than I need. And somehow your hand finds mine beneath the table where nobody else can see. [Chorus] Darling, you love me in the quiet, don't you? Between the words we never need to say. In every midnight I fall against your shoulder, in every silence that somehow makes me stay. Theo, you don't burn like fire. You move beneath my skin like something deeper. Slow. Beautiful. Impossible to escape. And maybe that's what scares me most... I never noticed myself falling until I looked beside me and realized I was already yours. [Post-Chorus – breathy] Don't look away. Not this time. Come on, Theo... you know me better than that. Darling... look at me. [Verse 3] I used to think love would announce itself. Some violent spark. Some beautiful disaster. Something reckless enough that even I couldn't laugh it away. But you... you happened slowly. A chair pulled out beside you. A book left waiting for me. Your jumper around my shoulders. Your fingers tangled carelessly in my curls while you kept reading like touching me had become instinct. Your hand finding mine beneath the table where nobody could see. You became part of every night before I ever thought to call it love. And now... I can't remember what silence sounded like before it sounded like us. [Bridge – intimate, gradually building] Theo God. You're different. You're the common room after midnight when every voice has finally disappeared. You're the breath I didn't know I was holding. The hand I reach for without thinking. The first face I search for when something beautiful happens because somehow... somewhere along the way... beautiful things stopped feeling complete until I'd shown them to you. And that terrifies me. Because I survived something that should have killed me. I carry the proof beneath my collarbone. I learned how quickly a heartbeat can become silence. So I promised myself I'd never give anyone enough of me to make losing them destroy me. Then you came along. Quietly. You just stayed. And one night you asked about the silver around my neck. Just “Was it hers?” My mother's medallion between my fingers. And when you asked, “May I?” I took your hand and placed it over the silver myself. Do you understand what that meant, Theo? [Outro – whispered] Darling, you loved me in the quiet, didn't you? Long before either of us could say the words. And if somebody asks me when Louis Snape fell in love with Theodore Nott I won't know what to tell them. There wasn't one moment. There were thousands. Your fingers in my hair. My mother's silver beneath your palm. Every time you stayed. And somehow Darling. every single one led me back to you. That's why I love you.