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The head auror latched onto his upper arm, grip like iron as he steered Tom away from the direction of his desk and towards his office. Tom crushed the urge to snarl at the manhandling, reminding himself that murdering his boss was not the most stable of career moves.
Astley shut the door behind them, pointing to the chair in front of his desk in silent demand. Tom swallowed his first, extremely violent, response and stiffly obeyed. He watched with ferocious eyes as Astley rounded the desk and sat across from him.
The man met and held his gaze—a mighty feat, all things considered, and one of the few reasons Tom actually respected him—before releasing a gusty sigh. “Riddle - ” he began, and oh Tom knew that tone well.
His shoulders went as taut as a bowstring ready to snap.
“You’ve got to stop going after Evans.”
Tom opened his mouth, but Astley raised his hand. “No,” the man said firmly, rubbing his forehead. “Merlin’s tits, kid, you’ve got a fucking problem. You’re like a dragon with a bone. I don’t care what history you two have. I don’t care if you once pushed him into a puddle or if he dumped you or if you had a punch up in the Forbidden Forest or whatever it is that makes you pull that face whenever you hear the name ‘Evans’.”
Astley clicked and pointed at Tom’s face, “That look, right there. Cut it out. I know you’re young but you’re not actually five. You’re a professional, I expect you to act like it—and acting like a professional means you have to stop accusing Evans of crimes he hasn’t committed.”
Tom tasted blood from how hard he was biting his tongue.
Astley slumped back in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re a good auror, Riddle. You’ve got a good eye and you’re frankly the best recruit I’ve ever seen in decades. Your record and skills are the only reason you haven’t been written up for this yet—and because Evans, for whatever reason, seems more amused than annoyed at this circus you keep running.”
Of course he was, the prick. Evans knew.
Astley's face scrunched in consternation. “You need to put a stop to this. He’s an upstanding citizen. He’s the assistant to the undersecretary for Merlin’s sake. No one has ever so much as levelled a complaint against him—no one has said anything negative about him period.”
Tom scoffed, crossing his arms and pinning his stare to the wall. He was well aware that no one had ever said anything negative about Evans. As far as the world was concerned, the man was sunshine incarnate and flowers bloomed because of his smile.
“Listen, kid,” Astley said, his voice lower, less aggravated but still confused. It didn’t matter though, Tom already knew which camp Astley was in, and the patronising nickname did nothing but stir his ire. “Whatever Evans did in the past, you’ve got to let it go.”
“Let it go?” Tom repeated, scornful. He shook his head, standing and moving to the door despite not being dismissed.
As if it were that simple.
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realtalk but when i see dudes on steam or ppl on tumblr talking about how disco elysium made them feel pathetic and uncomfortable i just. i don’t know. i cannot relate to that at all. disco elysium is about an alcoholic amnesiac poet in love with a dying city who loves him back. if i had never been an alcoholic, if i had never been suicidally depressed, maybe i would think the world of disco elysium is a bleak one. but when you know what it’s like to go through that darkness and come out of it again? to fall back in love with a world that almost destroyed you? disco elysium is the most hopeful story imaginable. it sees the world for what it is and holds nothing back, none of the horror, none of the wonder, none of the love…
something about art comforting the disturbed and disturbing the comfortable i dunno
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