up in flames;

"there is no pretty way to put it: i am broken beyond repair, bruised ribs and half a heart. i don’t know why i bother with carving my pain into poetry; there is nothing lovely about learning how to die so young." Anna Moon, Slytherin.

[luweesley-blog]

“So this guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City, this cowboy’s running from himself and she’s been living on the highest shelf” Lucy explained, moving her hands around. “Are you sure you haven’t seen it?”

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“Do they all meet up and interact? How did she get up there, let alone live?” Anna quirked a brow, “are you sure this is all one movie?” 

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❝ && I'd trade all of my tomorrows for just one yesterday. ❞ @dragcnheart

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It had felt like mere moments had transpired between the death of Bora and his father. The gap between their demises was minimal, yet the bridge that it constructed between him and Anna was faulty and crossing it carefully was a challenge when his knees were so shaky. Yet the light from his wand caught on her face and he caught the thin layer of liquid pooling at the bottom of her eyelids and his heart seized. The epitome of tough, sometimes James had thought Anna’s armor was so thick that she was suffocating the girl underneath. Yet the girl was all that he could see, all he ever saw in all their years as friends. Her self-imposed entrapment had to be bitter cold and all James could offer her before was the very warmth that was being stripped from him now. So, then, what did that leave him with to offer her in her own loss? His strength was a different breed from her own and it had never been enough. “Hey,” he breathed out lowly, placing his want back into his pocket, unable to do nothing when she was standing so close, striding her until they were standing close, gently sweeping his index fingers along the bottom of her lids. A caress of softness for gentleness in this harsh world was all that he had left to give her. A silence stretched over them in the dark and James let out an unsteady breath, his fingers moving downward to rest at her cheekbone. 

Anna was red, and a myriad of different shades. She could be as bright and warm as fire, and could be just as destructive. It always burned inside her, though recently it was nothing more than dark, low burning coals, only able to offer a wisp of smoke. Anna was desire and claw marks in the shape of angel wings from rough, intimate hands - bestowed in foreign beds between sloppy kisses. She was an open wound - red, raw, flaming. Aggravated. She was a series of gashes and scrapes, stitched together loosely, and she would never heal entirely. And he knew that. James knew that she was too stubborn to rip out those stitches when they were the only thing keeping her together. She would, in time, but it was a messy process to unearth everything she had boxed and buried. However, what could not be healed could be soothed. Gentle hands rose to do just that, and Anna hoped they wouldn’t detect the ghost of a flinch she tried to banish. She lifted hers to cover the back of his hands with her palm, giving a soft squeeze in response as her eyes flicked up and away. She intwined their fingers before lowering both as she took in their surroundings in an attempt to ground herself. There was silence between the two old friends and not the distance that could so easily wedge between them. Still, Anna decided to break it. “Remember the the adventures we used to get into out here?” Before everything had gone to shit.

[heavyhcarted-blog]

All this memorial did was taunt and build to the fear seeping through the walls of the castle. Hogwarts was no safe place to call home and instead fodder for violence. Death and corruption reeked the wizarding world, and this event only added to the burning flame. James wanted little part in it, no matter if the rouse was partially in honor of his father. His shoulders were soaked with the tears of a third year who had been trembling during the service that he’d consoled, his face steely as he wandered into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. It was no more dangerous here than it was in the hallways. He intended to escape into his animagus, red fox form, but keen senses indicated that he was not alone. Tapping his wand to light at the tip, he turned it toward the presence, still cold stone silent until he could properly gauge the situation.

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There was a chill in the air, despite a large turn out of bodies packed together. It was the type that settled deep into your bones. It was a wintry finger pressed against the base of your spine. It was hard to decipher if the upright hairs lurking on the backs of necks were due to the October weather, or more sinister things hiding in darkened corners, waiting. The once hallowed, safe halls of Hogwarts were now plagued by tension, terror, and little acknowledgement of either. There was a perpetual tinge of uneasiness and discomfort, and it seems like both chose to hover over the memorial service. Anna had not evaded their grasp, and she was left with a sinking feeling and a sour taste in her mouth. She choked it back with words she left unsaid. There were only so many times ‘I’m so sorry for your loss,’ and ‘May they rest in peace,’  could be said before becoming well intentioned, albeit empty, words. A mumbled chorus of such thoughts and teary eyes kept her on edge, and Anna slunk off towards the trees. If her short appearance had been deemed insufficient, she would make amends later. The prickle of tears soon threatened to spill as she traversed towards the dark embrace of the tree line, but Anna was soon pulled from her thoughts and into James’. She held her hands up, stopping in her tracks. “It’s me.”

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