˜”*°•. Good, bad, white and black . But was it always this way ? He’d seen the supposedly good turn its back on reason . He’d seen the supposedly bad make steps towards salvation . So , really , who was to tell what was bad and what was good ? What was acceptable and what not ? Dark magic looked down on by most - yet why ? A levioso just as capable of destroying as an unforgivable curse . It was how one used magic that should be questioned . Not what kind of it .
So , why was he making this question now ? Why was he uncertain of his every effort at doing something good ? Sacrifice . If whatever was written inside that book was true , if this legend was indeed reality , how much was he willing to sacrifice to save his sister ? The answer was simple ; everything . Still , he couldn’t answer the other’s question . Despite how much he hated that everyone kept lecturing him about how dangerous his search was becoming , he could deep down understand why they said it . It didn’t mean he was willing to listen to them, though. ❝ I was just thinking. ❞ He answered simply instead . ❝ Ominis is still not talking to me. ❞
@thenightmareofyourdrems SENT AN OWL.
‘ is loyalty still a commendable quality if it is misdirected ? ’~ Sebastian x Rhaegar | prompt.
❝ i think so. . . ❞ ⸻ came the heir's soft whisper. loyality —– true loyality was a rarity in this world. gaunt was bereft of it for much too long, as many a precious things —– the only source being the emerald beast. loyality as unwavering as the foundations of mother earth; as deep as the pacific ocean & no less violent. for that he loved nagini so —– vowing to be just like her. to make his loyality scarce yet true when given. never would he turn his back to those who were his, he would neither plunge a knife into their backs nor point a wand at them when they were turned.
❝ it may be bothersome if said loyality belongs to those we despise —– nonetheless i admire it. ❞ loyality could be dangerous, as well. sallow was the prime example of this fact. he went delving forbidden arts knowing that not only his uncle, but, more importantly, his dear twin, disapproved greatly. but it mattered not to sebastian, did it? as long as the faintest hope lived, nourishing foolhardy determination, the slytherin would not quit. why would he? the dark arts beckoning so sweetly, rhaegar was familiar with it's alluring call. ❝ what makes you ask such a thing? ❞
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MOCKINGJAY - PART TWO (2015) SENTENCE STARTERS
❛ My family hasn't come to see me. ❜
❛ You can't trust her! She's a monster! ❜
❛ I wanna help the rebels in any way I can. ❜
❛ That's not [name]. ❜
❛ I don't stand a chance if he doesn't get better. You'll never let him go. ❜
❛ That's like kissing someone who's drunk. Doesn't count. ❜
❛ I guess there are no rules anymore about what a person can do to another person. ❜
❛ We took heavy losses. ❜
❛ You think of it like a wolf den. You're not gonna fight your way in, so you've got two choices. You trap the wolves inside, or you flush 'em out. ❜
❛ There's gotta be a better way. ❜
❛ Even if those civilians are just moppin' floors, they're helping the enemy. And if they have to die, I can live with that. ❜
❛ With that kinda thinking, you can kill whoever you want. ❜
❛ Sometimes killing isn't personal. Figured if anyone knew that, it was you. ❜
❛ I, of all people, know that it's always personal. ❜
❛ Give me one reason I shouldn't shoot you. ❜
❛ I guess that's the problem, isn't it? We each have every reason to want to kill each other. So if you wanna kill me, do it. ❜
❛ I am done being a piece in his game. ❜
❛ These people are not your enemy. ❜
❛ He corrupts everyone and everything. He turns the best of us against each other. Stop killing for him. ❜
❛ You have a habit of burying people before they're dead. ❜
❛ We toasted a glorious era coming to its bitter end. ❜
❛ Oh, that speech you gave. Oh, man, feel - I mean, I still have goosebumps. ❜
❛ What about you? You feeling totally safe? ❜
❛ So what are your injuries? ❜
❛ I mean, it's everybody's job to keep you alive. ❜
❛ Is that why you hate me? ❜
❛ Feel free to take any of this personally. ❜
❛ They messed us up pretty good, didn't they? ❜
❛ He's strapped down. He can't hurt you. ❜
❛ It doesn't matter what you want. It's for [name]. ❜
❛ I watched you die. ❜
❛ I was never the nice one. You were. ❜
❛ Why would I take a beating like that for you? ❜
❛ [name] says that everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie. ❜
❛ People said you loved me. ❜
❛ We're very familiar with each other's screams. ❜
❛ I'm going to kill [name]. Nothing good is safe while he's alive. ❜
❛ He needs to see my eyes when I kill him. ❜
❛ Anybody can kill anybody. Even a president. You just have to be willing to sacrifice yourself. ❜
❛ This isn't just adolescent, it's insubordination. ❜
❛ From what I see here, we've already made history. But history doesn't stop to celebrate. And we're facing an enemy that will not change and will never surrender.❜
❛ If we die, let it be for a cause and not a spectacle. ❜
❛ I know when you're gonna go off on your own. You gonna leave me behind, too? ❜
❛ You'll do whatever you're ordered to do, soldier. It's not your job to ask questions.❜
❛ In the event of capture, you'll be given a nightlock pill. A poison that acts immediately. ❜
❛ If it really came down to it, you think you could shoot him? ❜
❛ I'm plannin' for you to have a long life. ❜
❛ I've seen that look. You're trying to decide whether or not you should kill me. ❜
❛ I'm sorry. I just can't tell what's real and what's made up anymore. ❜
❛ This is a bad spot. We need to move now. ❜
❛ So now that we're dead, what are we gonna do? ❜
❛ It's only a matter of time before I snap again. I'm not in control. ❜
❛ If it gets to that point, I'll kill you myself. ❜
❛ Nobody knows we're alive. This is our chance. ❜
❛ Look at me. We're gonna get through this. I promise. ❜
❛ You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real? ❜
❛ That's what you and I do. Keep each other alive. ❜
❛ Stay with me. ❜
❛ Everyone that's dead is dead because of me. ❜
❛ I never meant for this to happen. I failed. I... I killed them. ❜
❛ If you end all of this, all those deaths, they mean something. ❜
❛ I have moments when I'm here. And my memories are getting better, but other times it's like I'm sleepwalking. ❜
❛ We got one shot. Let's make it count. ❜
❛ Let me come with you, okay? I can be a good distraction. ❜
❛ If I see you again, it's gonna be a different world. ❜
❛ I was hoping you'd find your way here. There are so many things we should discuss. ❜
❛ We both know I'm not above killing children. But I'm not wasteful. I take life for specific reasons. ❜
❛ I'm afraid we've both been played for fools. ❜
❛ Oh, my dear. I thought we'd agreed never to lie to each other. ❜
❛ You never came to see me. ❜
❛ All I know is that I was supposed to take care of your family. Now I'm sorry I couldn't. ❜
❛ Thirst for blood is a difficult urge to satisfy. ❜
❛ We need to stop viewing each other as enemies. ❜
❛ I'll say this for you, you don't disappoint. ❜
❛ You were exactly who I believed you were. ❜
❛ I'm sorry so much burden fell on you. I know you'll never escape it. But if I had to put you through it again for this outcome, I would. ❜
❛ I couldn't let you go without a proper goodbye. ❜
❛ We've all suffered so much. But we owe it to their memories and to our children to do our best with these lives. ❜
❛ You love me. Real or not real? ❜
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˜”*°•. Good thing that he didn’t have time for love at the moment . The world was ending , collapsing, in every given timeline . The end of the human race nearing ever closer than before . So , no . He didn’t have time to even consider the barbarism , as Klaus claimed, of love . At least not in the way his brother meant it . He’d loved Dolores indeed, he still loved her , missed her more than anything in the world . The decades they’d spent together, still a sweet memory in his head . However, his love for his siblings was greater . His need to save them, however selfish, impossible to defeat - yet destructive nonetheless .
❝ That’s something we can agree on . ❞ People were disappointing . The names that made it into the non-annoying-people list possible to count in one hand . Yet, people were people and for the better or worse, they couldn’t do much to change the fact .
❝ Well think positively. If the others keep refusing to help, everyone is going to die anyway . ❞ Which was an outcome he’d rather avoid . It was unbelievable to think about it ; how the end of world, literally the end, was approaching, and his siblings were doing the most random things they could possibly find . How the heralds of death were lurking clear, yet none was willing to make them stop .
❝ So, what did he do ? ❞ Sure, now he was the one wasting time . He was the one not really focusing on the task at hand . But well, maybe he could use the time of finishing his drink by talking to him . He was there with them , for how long ? Two weeks ? And he’d barely spent an hour with a single one of them .
❝ Do you want to talk about it ? ❞
Did he?
For several long, drawn out seconds Klaus sits there, draped over the chaise with his face set in a hard line and his heart in a state of perpetual shell-shock that only seemed to lessen whenever he was in close proximity to someone who'd had it worse than him. Call it selfish, call it insanity, call it whatever the fuck you wanted because it worked and he was going to indulge in it the same way he indulged in anything that made some glimmer of pleasure and hope spring forth eternal in his chest.
Headfirst, screaming GERONIMO.
It didn't really matter much to him what it was or how he'd come by it, just that it made him feel---- something.
Anything.
Well, almost anything. He didn't want to feel the ides of March. He didn't want to feel the stabbing of the dagger, even if he could survive it physically because he knew he'd never survive it emotionally. He knew every time it carved away a piece of him, bit by bit, that eventually there'd be nothing left at all.
Life was a vulture coming to pick him clean and God was emotionally abusive.
Did he want to talk about it?
Green eyes slid shut, favoring darkness over the ever-judgmental gaze of his simultaneously older-and-younger sibling.
Did he want to talk about it?
More than he wanted another drink. His sincerity was conveyed through the distinct lack of blagues.
"People are imperishably disappointing," he began, stating the obvious constant. He seemed to reconsider, eyes opening as he looked over at his brother. "Well- most people. There are some good eggs out there." Then his head lulled backward again and his eyes slid shut with a disgusted groan. "Love isn't just blind, it's-- it's-- unrelentingly barbaric." Slow-falling tears glistened down the sides of each temple, silently picking up bits of dried crimson and streaking it down into his hairline. He wanted to ask about Five's regrets but he already knew them, in bulk and intimately.
"Hey, listen, uh- if you're ever in the mood for a little homicide just let me know. I've got the PERFECT mark and he's a real steaming bag of shit, believe me..."
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THE WALKING DEAD SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS
❛ Sometimes I wonder if you even care about us at all. ❜
❛ Make sure you got a round in the chamber and your safety off. ❜
❛ Son of a bitch shot me. You believe that? ❜
❛ Look, I ask and you answer. It's common courtesy, right? ❜
❛ Get away from the windows. ❜
❛ Conserve your ammo. Goes faster than you think. Especially at target practice. ❜
❛ There are others. It's not just us. ❜
❛ Folks got no idea what they're getting into. ❜
❛ We are surviving here. We are day to day. ❜
❛ Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here. ❜
❛ Have you been listening? You're running out of time. ❜
❛ Yeah, whatever. Yeehaw. You're still a dumbass. ❜
❛ You know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving! You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like it's the O.K. Corral. ❜
❛ You were chasing a hallucination, imagining things. It happens. ❜
❛ Hey! Y'all be more polite to a man with a gun! Only common sense. ❜
❛ We survive this by pulling together, not apart. ❜
❛ If bad ideas were an Olympic event, this would take the gold. ❜
❛ You can't leave me. You can't leave me here. Not like this. ❜
❛ At least somebody's having a good day. ❜
❛ Words can be meager things. Sometimes they fall short. ❜
❛ Nothing bit you? Nothing scratched you? ❜
❛ So that's it, huh? You're just gonna walk off? Just to hell with everybody else? ❜
❛ You're putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that. ❜
❛ The world ended. Didn't you get the memo? ❜
❛ Toughest asshole I ever met. Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails. ❜
❛ They're not gonna say it so I will. You're scaring people. ❜
❛ Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't even like you much. ❜
❛ There ain't nothing gonna stop him from getting back here to you, I promise you that. ❜
❛ One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know. ❜
❛ You come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood. ❜
❛ Them guns are worth more than gold. Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. ❜
❛ What life I have I owe to him. ❜
❛ I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation. ❜
❛ You're the dumbest son of a bitch I ever met. We walked in there ready to kill every last one of you. ❜
❛ The people we've encountered since things fell apart, the worst kind… plunderers, the kind that take by force. ❜
❛ Guess the world changed. ❜
❛ The people here, they all look to me now. I don't even know why. ❜
❛ Hell with them people. Wouldn't piss on them if their heads were on fire. ❜
❛ Unless I've misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end. At least hit a speed bump for a good long while. ❜
❛ Time…it's important to keep track, isn't it? The days at least. Don't you think? ❜
❛ Do not enter the city. It belongs to the dead now. ❜
❛ I know how the safety works. ❜
❛ We start down that road, where do we draw the line? ❜
❛ Someone needs to have some balls to take care of this damn problem! ❜
❛ We don't kill the living. ❜
❛ I'm sorry for not ever being there. I always thought there'd be more time. I'm here now. ❜
❛ These people need to know who the hell's in charge here, what the rules are. ❜
❛ There are no rules. ❜
❛ We need time to mourn and we need to bury our dead. It's what people do. ❜
❛ I won't leave again. I promise you that. Not for anything. ❜
❛ You save a grave for me? ❜
❛ It's not about what you want. That sound you hear, that's God laughing while you make plans. ❜
❛ We can't stay here. We both know that. ❜
❛ The most important thing here is we need to stay together. ❜
❛ You go on your own, you won't have anyone to watch your back. ❜
❛ Leave me here. I'm done. Just leave me. ❜
❛ The fever… You've been delirious more often than not. ❜
❛ We can't be here, this close to the city after dark. ❜
❛ You got stuff to bring in, you do it now. Once this door closes, it stays closed. ❜
❛ You know, it's over. There's nothing left. ❜
❛ You don't know what it's like out there. You may think you do, but you don't. ❜
❛ We don't have to be afraid anymore. We're safe here. ❜
❛ I lost somebody too. I know how devastating it is. ❜
❛ What's wrong with him? Seriously, is he nuts, medicated, what? ❜
❛ I did the best I could in the time that I had. I hope you'd be proud of that. ❜
❛ We always think there's gonna be more time. ❜
❛ You should've left well enough alone. It would've been so much easier. ❜
❛ I had to keep hope alive, didn't I? ❜
❛ There is no hope. There never was. ❜
❛ What part of "everything is gone" do you not understand? ❜
❛ There's your chance. Take it. ❜
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˜”*°•. As much as he cared for his siblings, interacting with them was more often than not exhausting . As if their every word was meant to annoy and frustrate. As if their purpose in life was to be impossibly irritating and insufferable . So, this fine evening, when he’d decided to get a ten-minute rest for a drink , avoiding them had been certainly the plan . Only that … Klaus’ presence was caught sight of rather late . And even a dumb blind chicken would’ve been able to tell that his brother looked shittier than usual .
❝ I do have more of them actually but I doubt you’d understand them . ❞ Came the words much too casual as he poured himself some alcohol. Still , despite the supposed absence of compassion , curiosity did creep inside of him . Which was also the reason why he decided to listen to him .
It was difficult to tell for sure . Difficult to determine whether the pain lessened , whether the grief ebbed away . He’d lived with such forsaking knowledge for so long ; the world was going to end , it had ended , and the bodies of his siblings had been lying lifeless on the ground . He’d never felt a moment of calmness since then . Never let his mind fully rest - not even when alcohol was everything that flew inside his veins . And this kind of torture ? It was something that none else deserved to endure , and definitely not Klaus or any of his family .
So , no. He couldn’t give him an honest answer . Couldn’t tell him just how horribly worse it was going to get . The anxiety, the pain , the guilt, the anger . They never went away , and maybe this was the price of continuing to try . ❝ Do you want to talk about it ? ❞ Question that was perhaps too unlike him . However, the truth was simply not promising.
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˜”*°•. It was impossible not to rejoice in the other’s embarrassment . It was impossible not to enjoy the attention and the praise of the other . She did seem to like him - or well , have a particular interest in him . However , making it easy was simply not his cup of tea . ❝ May I ask what the dream was about ? ❞ He asked curiously - making it very much clear that he was not going to drop the topic just yet.
@thenightmareofyourdrems : “ you had a dream about me? ” ~ nicholas
perhaps she shouldn't have spilled that little detail. about how she hadn't stopped thinking about him since the first time she met him. how she instantly felt attracted to him. he had a lot of confidence and arrogance that oddly , she found to match her own. brushing a strand of hair behind her ear , lena nodded . faint red , forming over her cheeks over the small bit of embarrassment she felt for admitting to it. not that it was an entirely dirty dream – probably would have been had she not woken up due to her alarm. tucking her hands into her back pockets , the attacking midfielder gazed up at him. " yeah – i'm not going to recant it since it's already out in the open. "
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AGGRESSION // SEXUAL TENSION .
acts that could be aggressive // or a little bit sexy // or both.
send a symbol from your muse to mine. feel free to combine actions or add specifics even when it doesn’t ask for it ! can send non - sexually as well.
THREATENING
🔪 // put a knife to my muse’s throat .
🖐️ // put a hand around my muse’s throat .
👕 // slide a weapon up under my muse’s shirt ( can specify ) .
👔 // grab my muse by the collar & pull them closer .
🔒 // lock my muse in a room alone with your muse .
🗩 // verbally threaten my muse ( please specify ) .
PINNING
🔙 // push my muse against a wall .
📌 // pin my muse’s wrists above their head .
🔵 // grab my muse hard enough to leave a bruise .
🔑 // handcuff my muse .
➰ // tie my muse to a chair .
⭕ // restrain my muse with an item of clothing ( please specify ) .
🚨 // push my muse to the ground & straddle them .
📢 // tell my muse ‘ stop squirming ! ’ .
🔗 // otherwise restrain my muse ( please specify ) .
LIGHTER
👀 // grab my muse’s jaw & direct their gaze towards yours .
⚡ // tug my muse’s hair .
⚠️ // bite my muse ( can specify where ) .
😏 // give my muse a hickey .
✂️ // run fingernails over my muse’s skin & scratch them .
💦 // cover my muse’s mouth .
DARKER
💋 // give my muse a kiss that draws blood .
🗡️ // cut my muse with a knife ( can specify where ) .
💀 // kidnap my muse .
😶 // put a hand over my muse’s nose & mouth .
💥 // tighten something around my muse’s throat that restricts their blood - flow / oxygen supply ( please specify ) .
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˜”*°•. For a moment , it was hesitancy that prevailed . For a moment, it was silence that conquered . He hadn’t mentioned Ominis to Draco, this was indeed the truth. He hadn’t told him about how they’d grown up together, how they’d spent every holiday in the same house, how they’d been inseparable . He hadn’t told him how strong of a friendship they used to have, how much he missed him now . But how could he have, when the reason behind their break-up was such a debatable topic ? Ominis was afraid of him , afraid of the change witnessed, of his research, of the spells he learned. And Draco needn’t know about the book lying hidden in the Undercroft . Which was perhaps why he had never mentioned a single thing about losing his best friend . Because he was too scared of losing Draco too . ❝ We fought . ❞ Was the answer he delivered eventually - such a contrast to the lightweighted, even happy tone he previously had . ❝ His name is Ominis . We’ve been friends since I can even remember myself . ❞ Back when they’d just read together, play, run around , laugh . Back when he wouldn’t spend his every day getting either detention or lectured. Back when he wouldn’t constantly worry that he’d receive a letter saying that Anne passed away. Back when he’d have a life beyond books and secrecy and frustration . ❝ And now he refuses to talk to me. Which is perhaps for the best considering how we fight . ❞
He didn’t want to ruin the festive mood . Didn’t want to have Draco burdened with the tragedies of this year . it was fine. Everything was going to be fine . He was going to find the cure, Anne would be safe and Ominis together with Solomon would finally understand how right he was . It just needed time , sacrifices . Both of which he was more than willing to give . ❝ It doesn’t matter . ❞ He finally said offering a small smile . It was enough of depression one day . If Ominis couldn’t distinguish morality from life , after all, it was not his problem. He was willing to sell his soul if that meant keeping Anne safe. He was willing to cast the darkest spells if that meant breaking the curse . It was not his fault that Ominis didn’t care enough to do the same . ❝ You are more than a great friend, after all . And just so you know, I appreciate you. ❞ He just wasn’t ready to tell him the whole truth about his actions in the dark . he wasn’t ready to lose him. ❝ You’ve never told me about your friends, though . ❞ Sure he’d heard about Draco and Potter’s hardships, witnessed Draco with two other boys, but he’d never really gotten to know them . Or well, even hear of them.
The mere idea of Draco being in his house was indeed soothing . It was a silver lining in the darkest of storms, but it didn’t come without its difficulties . He didn’t want Draco to witness his fights with Solomon. He didn’t want him to see just how bad things at home were. But would Solomon even allow Draco to see this ? No . He’d act like the righteous protective uncle and make his nephew the villain . ❝ Just so you know , that house can be intense at times . ❞
Lightness within his gaze showed admiration. He had been perceiving how nostalgic Sebastian looked listening to his recollections, memory of an period he experienced before … An strange irony inside how circumstances were meant to be created: sharing something in which he had craved the right for a long time, that single fragment of normality away of loneliness who changed everything … for slowly experiencing Sebastian current view, meanwhile offering him the same blessing he was warmed with! Jealousy remained a sentiment attached to his bones. He could be the most rich person in the world --- working was an pleasant option of his case he simply made obligatory for his own ambitions --- could be part of one most powerful pureblood family in the wizarding world … he was still able to be envious of people. Someone always had something he didn’t have. Someone always had a perspective of circumstances he was jealous of, meanwhile wondering how such strength could be found while he was struggling not to fall apart … He dramatically remained jealous of Potter. The Boy of Lived managed to remain a compassionate puppy afterwards everything he suffered meanwhile, on his side, it simply triggering his hatred on the world, meanwhile, inside same circumstances; he wished he could have burned the world down at his feet … He had just less reasons to be envious, or object of his jealousy was mostly an conceptual shape. Envy possibility of everyone else expected him to be happy was something hard to describe. It wasn’t the first time he had been flattered with such a feeling, hence, inside his observant gaze, there was no negative emotions shared towards Sebastian. Making sure Sebastian would touch an happiness who had been necessary to be experienced once was one of his duties.
Complimented smile flattered his lips, when a particular playfulness reached his features. Ah, for sure, it changed of whatever kind of holidays he partially, fragmentally, had remember passing inside another life, when for sure, there was the same sentiment of comfort … though, currently, meaning of that term was purely relative. He was focusing in middle of Christmas of the latent sensations of normality he was experiencing. He was focusing over all the attention he could get, and wanted for himself ignoring how much internally everything was different. Couple of years ago, he could project eagerly on how many Christmas he will pass with the best always offered to his little family … but now he was counting them. Whatever if he had already sold his soul to an demonic witch in which simple existence served as remind him he couldn’t be an disappointment for another sphere and missing his only chance to get his wish right --- if he was failing his special, private, terribly selective higher studies … there will be no second chance, no possibility to touch something he did lost once. Temptation was presented inside his features to ask him how much indecent his holidays were … but, as mirror effect, he knew partially the answer. Loneliness, sadness, distress, a mixture of hope and despair, a struggle to even keep an bright move, and the pressure from the outside … Something he remained deeply familiar with but who were experienced otherwise ! ❝ Some lights had to settle down within your house to remind you hope exist~ ❞ It might be poison for him; it remained the most important cure for Sebastian. He needed hope, and light that will not request him to give his life for his wish!
A frown followed his expression, as a heavier silence betrayed that … information. Regardless how observant he had been over everything and everyone the previous years as training for be a good manipulator when the time would request him to do so --- which ended up be helpful fairly quickly --- it was used as a painkiller and a constant distraction. Everything concerning Potter was his priority; he mostly had been half present into the rest. Hence, since he had been inside the same house, he would have perceiving some friendship made along the way inside the walls --- which he didn’t remember --- or him getting out with some friend who didn’t have been mentioned before. For some reason, he sensed how delicate the topic seemed to be. Something happened obviously. That Sallow boy always had been known for be quite the topic inside the House, but as far he could recall everything he had experienced along his side, no, he had no record of sudden friendship breaking … ❝ Something happened, right ? ❞ He had never mentioning him before after all. Ah, he sensed the biggest tragic irony laughing at his face meanwhile he was asking some questions. Though, in same time, there was something more intimate, as something acting as an long ache who never passed, in which the presence of an trio resonated strangely in him … How he could empathizing over some brothers passing good time with their sister, that kind of feeling … Something terribly distant, and yet, who showed melancholy. He was requesting for an miracle for saw again one metaphoric twin, so imagining something else had been robbed of him even before he even get consciousness of it! ❝ You can speak about it if you want to. I mean, my attention before had been elsewhere. ❞ Potter for not named him, it will always be Potter, the blessed boy who was stuck with him no matter how far he could run away! Bright smile was offered towards Sebastian recollections. He did probably saw him happy before, but since it was inside a time when he was uncaring at best and was far busier to give Potter his daily dose of troubles … there was nothing strange or looking important at that time. He might appreciating how solid an human brain can be, or even how an wizard heart can handling the best self-inflicted emotional torture, with all the traumas left in his selves, it was natural for his own mind to simply pulling some period of his life within an box. If sometimes he wasn’t even sure where the line of imagination was, it was reflecting well brain limitations. Though, that was a special topic about how he could screw his own brain ! ❝You can experience pleasant feeling of happiness once more, I’ll make sure of it~❞ He might forgotten how experiencing that sentiment for himself, he could offer it.
He appreciated deeply how well-taken his announcement had been made. ❝ I will be another particular warm inside your home, as special comfort all ready to giving you all affections~ ❞ Considering with Sebastian, he was the one mostly experiencing ten shades of annoyance when he had decided to be stubborn and not the one actually annoying! Persisting, yes, he better have to be. Convincing also, but well, he didn’t minded about how he had showed his manipulative abilities in various domains simply for avoid that boy to be expelled. It was his thing with pseudo-hopeless cases --- he was encouraging them, and will force them to give them over their bad ideas! There were enough walls in Hogwarts in the meantime for avoiding him to committing a murder and found a healthy way to enduring that endless frustration. It was his thing to be authoritarian with life, whatever if it was a right he was stolen. Reassuring smile welcomed his features as he moved his head for watch him. ❝ I will manage for receive blessing of your uncle~ It’s all in his honour to be inside mine~ ❞ Convincing his father to meddling a bit could be something that be done, since he was allowed to passing time with friends without justify himself, and having always inside his head Malfoy’s reputation. Ah, such things will be definitely in good hands when he will have to show how magnificent shadowing spider he can be.
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˜”*°•. Feeling the other’s hands ceasing the fall , he tried to be as little of a weight as possible, tried to walk . Their aim had been good , they had numbers and right now, he wholeheartedly believed that fleeing was the wisest option. But could he space jump with that wound ? And even without it, would he risk Viktor’s life by taking him with him ?
At the sound of the other’s question , he couldn’t even make a guess . Whoever these people were , he had a feeling they were going to see them again very soon . At least with the Commission he knew what to expect , how they thought, how they acted, what they wanted . What about murderous strangers firing towards every direction , though ?
❝ They are not the Commission’s . I’ve never seen them before . ❞ He answered as calmly as possible ; Viktor was freaking out , after all, and this was the last thing they could afford. Which was why for a moment he hesitated , when his brother suggested that he took care of them. It shouldn’t be Viktor fighting with them , it shouldn’t be any of his siblings dealing with such things . However , holding the cloth onto the wound was excruciating enough already ; he couldn’t fight even if he tried. ❝ Okay. But be careful . ❞ He spoke softly . ❝ We can’t lose you . ❞
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"Oh, shit," stammered Viktor, rushing to catch Five before he could hit the ground. He grabbed him just in time, grunting a little bit under his brother's weight. "Alright, ok, I- I got you."
Viktor wasn't very good in situations like that. He was usually the one causing all the trouble, not the one helping his siblings. He didn't even know how to deal with a fucking bullet wound!!! But he wanted to help.
Bullets were still flying, so he dragged Five behind a brick wall, on the corner of the street. "Who are these guys anyway?" He put Five down slowly, pressing his hand against the wound. "I'll... Ok. Just..." Shit. He was rambling. Taking off his sweater, he rolled it into a ball and gave it to his brother. "Here, use that to stop the bleeding."
"I'll take care of these assholes."
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˜”*°•. Loss of one’s self ; wasn’t it the most terrifying thing in the world ? Losing control , the ability to act , to think inside your own body . He’d felt this. When the nogitsune had crept into his mind, slowly clouding it, conquering it. When he’d seen his hands hurting his friends , when he’d screamed only to meet with no response . He remembered how he couldn’t breath inside the prison of his own self . How he’d thought he’d be gone forever . And how eventually, he didn’t care if he’d be gone forever . So , no. He was not going to leave Lydia like this . Not when he’d already endured this hell.
For a moment he didn’t move . Couldn’t tell whether touching her would scare her away or sooth her . She’d already pulled back once. What if he made it worse by coming too close ? ❝ Lydia , it’s okay . Look at me . ❞ He spoke softly . One step closer made . ❝ Just talk to me , what’s going on ? ❞ Hand was brought closer to her slowly , carefully . An attempt to anchor her, keep her into the present . Into the now .
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˜”*°•. ❝ They are thorns mr. Gaunt . ❞ Words echoed calm , despite the intensity painting the atmosphere . There had been an attack recently. Fire burning down a whole land and rumours blaming it on dragons . Of course , she believed in balance . In the importance of magical creatures. Which was why it was control that she’d suggested instead of the elimination that many seemed to demand . The Ministry was under a lot of pressure already, and as the Minister’s right, this conversation had been simply unavoidable. ❝ It’s either control or elimination . Are you sure you’d rather the second option ? ❞
❝ i have wit enough to know dragons will never be controlled by wizardkind. ❞
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˜”*°•. Even with the nostalgia growing , even with the desire to taste what Draco was describing, he couldn’t feel jealous . He wanted that too indeed . He wanted cozy evenings around the fireplace with his parents and Anne . He wanted the delicious dinners and the festive atmosphere and to be heard , appreciated . But his Christmas hadn’t been bad the previous years . Ominis would always spend the holidays with them . They would pull pranks , play , sneak out . It’d be perfect - Ominis more like a brother to the Sallow twins rather than simply friend . However , this year was different . This year they’d only argue and fight . So , no . He didn’t expect him to visit . He didn’t expect him to even say goodbye to him . Which hurt . He missed him . But he couldn’t keep talking to a boy that’d refuse to listen .
❝ Sounds like you are having decent holidays then . ❞ With whatever consequence that went with . Pureblood people had a reputation to preserve, after all . Funny to think how differently their parents had raised them . How they’d taught them about doing as wished , about how everyone in this world was supposed to be equal, about how to be themselves . His uncle was of course more like Draco’s parents in this field . More of a reputation type - wasn’t this why he refused to have Anne healed ? Because dark magic could potentially taint his reputation . Because apparently following his ideals was more important than the life of his niece .
❝ I have a friend that’d visit us during holidays . It was fun . ❞ He spoke softly . If only Draco had met them the previous year. He would have seen how different everything had been . How much happier they used to be . How much more of troublemakers . He would have met Ominis and Anne . He would have seen a better version of him . But at the same time, he couldn’t disagree that meeting him this year was so much helpful . ❝ You should have seen us back then . We were different . ❞ Which really showed how different could everything turn in a matter of months if not weeks or days . Last year they’d break the rules to have fun . This year he was breaking the rules to save a life . And how was that working so far ? He had none but Draco that really talked to him without constantly lecturing him , classes were barely paid attention to anymore , and as much as he’d enjoyed his little club, he was now barley caring for it .
At the sound of the other’s idea , his whole expression brightened . ❝ That would be perfect . ❞ He agreed. He wanted Draco there. As much as he’d hate for him to witness the tensions in the house, he needed the company . Even if just for a day or two , even if just for an evening honestly . ❝ my uncle will for sure like you . ❞ For wasn’t Draco the prime example of a pureblood ?
All breaks outside Hogwarts were appreciated. It was something he cannot deny. During how many years he had been far happier to be welcomed with the ambiance of his manor, to remaining inside his home without having to care less of his homework, and was sneakily plot in middle of his boredom, dreaming further upon magic ? Well, he was expressed it inside that manner, with the empathisis upon how many years … because trutfully, it lasted honestly three years ? four years ? with that innocent sensation wrapped around it. Considering himself managed to blind his own sensations during the lasted years. When some unpleasant discovery had been made, the place he considering himself the most safer, the place in which he naively associated an entire mystery as an child's game … became somewhere when he could be in danger, anytime, suddently, if his knowelge was known. Beyond … to just searching something he wasn't able to catch up at the moment. Beyond … just question himself concerning meaning had been imposed inside his house. Yes, he flattered himself to call it his fucking HOUSE, something belonged to HIM, regardless if he was yet too young for considering himself master of that land, but he was regardless. If he was permitted, he would imposing some huge painting, and affirming how much this was belonged to Draco Malfoy for exposing his another name.
Only no, it was his parents house and he was still under their supervision … with all the pressure that came along with it, though it was mostly coming from his father, hence he won't have these unsolved issues he would prefer not touch (and not even getting close to his grandfather issue, when there had some remnant of remembrances from an past life, where the manner the reflection had been made was enough to making him deadly sick !). He wanted his parents be proud of him. He wanted his father acknowlelding him, which was something he was still craving whatever how he had to twisting himself every day of his life. He wanted his mother to be safe in all time, even though he won't never be able to express reasons about why he would remain so protective and so affectionate with her, unable to explaining reasons of such compassionate understanding towards her position. He had no immediate joke to offering concerning the name of his protegee with his past life memory. At the moment, Sebastian was literally a fragment representation of his past. Within immediate instant, Sebastian was physical representation of everything he had been. Did he truly changed his path ? Did he truly transformed what had been tragic before ? Did he sensed really a difference in middle of an absence of direct flattery of higher shadows ? It was mere days. For falling miserably to pretending Potter didn't existed, and maybe his mind will be able to rest without pondering how an incompent he was, and how much his brain will craving his presence for be annoying with him --- whatever if he was aware of such hyperfixation he was always managing to nourish in some manner of another. Breathing tranquility each day temporary for better forget how much despair he will fall. Pretending for an couple of days how everything could be fine, how presented illusions could be real … before slowly be welcomed with another terrible tourment in consequence. Ah, he could anticapting it already. He would sense in middle of this year, meanwhile another one would showing up, in front of the Christmas tree, how much time of his short life would have passed … and how every year affer fourteen represented an miracle. How little time he would have in front of him. Everything someday he would have to give up. Everything of that future he might never perceive … Inside his manor, distractions had to be created by his own hands, whims were to be best he could holded back. In middle of Hogwarts, he had Potter as playground, and he listened to his every whim. If consequences were to be done, he would find a way to turn it inside his advantage or not caring at all. Inside Hogwarts, he had control. Inside his own comfort of his manor, he was controlled.
He appreciated for an couple of seconds silence within the common room. These pleasant moments where the mask of illusions could fall apart for an short moment, expressing an far more honest fragment of his personnality, before returning inside the lands of lies. ❝ You better thank me to be clingy~ ❞ He expressed with an smaller laugh towards his direction. He didn't expressed his whole potential over that point yet. He didn't yet welcomed Potter with closeness of his face in front of him neither to have clinged to his arm. Someday he will have a reason to bring him insane of that manner, for the moment how much he was stupid making him wanted to punch him --- when well, Potter was exception of cruel bulluying rule. It was revenge, but a sweet one, in which he really hoped he will admiring how he had been inside an previous life inside an previous personality and how he was treating people. If Potter didn't wanted to be the murderous puppy he had been once, it was his honor as an Malfoy to be an horrible murderous puppy at his place and show all colors of the Malfoy ! Amusingly, his family name and his family background was perfect on that. No. Like Sebastian apparently, none of his thoughts wanted to dwell over compassionate familiary, full empathis understanding with experienced circumstances inside their perspective. He allowed himself the reminder simply inside the gentleness gesture to bring comfort. ❝ Rest honestly, be a kid cooped up in my room when I can, but it's also a lot of responsibility. I have more now. Before I went to my corner and followed what was happening from afar. ❞ He shrugged his shoulders in his last sentence with a hint of indifference, where his expression betrayed a buried desire to just be T R A N Q U I L. He could pretending taking some circumstances with indifference, since he was caring otherwise, his heart wasn't calm. His mind wasn't appeased, and oh, he always had to be careful with his game of illusions. ❝ Good time. We celebrate this together, I feel pampered and it's very festive and intimate on the one hand, and very procedural on the other. ❞ Times had changed, and while his father was planning personal stuff on his way, the atmosphere became louder in consequence. It wasn't an innocent it had been. ❝ I don't know for this year. When I was younger, it was always the period where I was pampered the most, always requesting to be pampered. ❞ After all, his family was … half normal … inside presented appareances. With the weight of his knoweldge, if he was pondering how villains were having a good time knowing very well what they were doing, it was going to make him sick in the face of atrocities committed … ❝ My parents ensure that I have the best possible future, and therefore that all my desires come true… even if that comes with the responsibility of not tarnishing their name … which is something other than the normality of other kids who don't have that on their mind. ❞ It was his habit : offer glitter … then demonstrate realistically how things were. He wasn't the best example. It was just better than having NO ONE to care about that. ❝ I know it's difficult for you. I know how you will feel lonely during this period. Hence I was planning to invite myself if you don't mind, and make you experience how it should be. Explain it in words don't give honor to the sensation. I don't want it to be merely a dream. ❞
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˜”*°•. Not much of a talker , was she now ? Which wasn’t necessarily bad considering how most of the students in this place were. Talking and talking , making tik toks , being all famous and stuff . Sure , it wasn’t that they didn’t rejoice in popularity themselves but this kind of attention-seeking was beyond their personal tastes . ❝ And how have you been liking the school so far ? Anything like your previous one ? ❞ Small talks . Not exactly their strong point but well , better than leaving the silence conquer.
It wasn't her idea to come here to this school, her parents made her go. Hoping it would help Wednesday after she got expelled from another school again. If that wasn't bad enough to be sent away her roommate apparently loves color and her room was full of it. She was going to make sure she will be kicked out of Evermore too. Her eyes went to them when she heard them talk. "Yes." Was the only thing Wednesday said, she wasn't much of a talker and didn't plan on trying to make friends here. It was already torture to share a room with someone like Enid. The things she learned about this school and the people here is from Enid and she doesn't really know what to think of it.
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˜”*°•. Fear . It was not just fear burning inside his mind . It was anger too . Anger with life, anger with fate, anger with the injustice of this all . And this anger would grow . It’d grow constantly and it’d grow wild . The Tower wanted him imprisoned , the dark side wanted him a marionette, while the good side ? The side he’d opted for ? Well , everyone wanted something . He just couldn’t figure out what . But then , wasn’t this side his friends ? The people he’d grown up with . The ones they’d spent birthdays and celebrations and tragedies together. A family . It was the side he could trust .
Then why did he feel like the world had been taken off from under his feet, when Egwenne saw him ? Why did he feel like time had frozen , when her eyes fell on him and then on the dead body ? He wanted to explain , to try and talk to her, but no word made it out at first . ❝ It’s not what it looks like . ❞ But wasn’t it ? He could barely remember what happened, so how could he claim anything at all ?
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Friendship Starters, Vol. 2
(Sentences for friends, with an assortment of feelings. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"That look in your eye is a pain in my ass. You know that, right?"
"You're an only child, aren't you?"
"Take it from me, you need some fun!"
"You're too much of a nice boy. Let's let the bad boy out for a bit!"
"What sort of trouble are you up to now, hm?"
"I've always thought of you as one of the good ones."
"It's my birthday today."
"Now, whatever you do, don't get excited."
"You know, you don't have to keep humouring me like this."
"Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Is it your plan to stay a while?"
"Do you remember the day we met?"
"What I don't understand is why my best friend can't be happy for me!"
"Oh, I was going to say, we should do something for your birthday! A proper party!"
"You know I'll find out what you're up to, don't you?"
"You have to admit that your social life has been a bit anaemic as of late."
"I'm your best friend, and half the time, I don't understand you!"
"You're more like him than you want to admit."
"I just wanted to be your friend."
"If you'd like, you could stay here"
"I was wondering when you'd grow bored of ignoring my calls!"
"Never would have figured you for a motorcycle guy."
"Is everything okay? You seem annoyed about something."
"Is that what we are? Friends?"
"Am I ever going to live this down?"
"I'm sorry my mum asked so many rude questions. Don't take it personally."
"You know, in some cultures, it’s considered almost rude for one friend to spy on another."
"You value our friendship more than your ethical responsibilities."
"Are you going to ignore me all day again?"
"Hey, you know what you need? A night out on the town!"
"Why are you being weird with me again? I thought we weren't doing that anymore."
"We've always done things together. Why does that suddenly have to stop?"
"You're trying to objectively measure how much I value our friendship?"
"Every time I go to one of your parties, I end up embarrassing myself in some new and unexpected way."
"Let's play truth or dare!"
"We make rather a good team, you and I."
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˜”*°•. The silence of the Undercroft - wasn’t this why he kept on going there ? Seated on the ground with the book in his lap , back to the wall , mind seeking answers . However even if not for the silence, there wasn’t another place where he’d be able to study . The professors would never understand . His uncle wouldn’t either - no , he’d grow enraged instead , furious at the sight of dark magic . As if ‘good’ magic couldn’t be used in the worst way possible. As if something as innocent as a Levioso couldn’t be turned into an attack .
Still , maybe the Undercroft was not entirely secret . Maybe his friend would often visit it - that new student as well . However, with how awry his conversations with Ominis had been going recently, he hadn’t expected him to want to even greet him . So , when the echo of steps grew louder , he closed the book , rose on his feet - he didn’t need another lecture that day . ❝ I thought we had a Potions class now . ❞
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