you're a wolf, boy.

old gypsy woman spoke to me, lips stained red from a bottle of wine “the one that you are looking for, you're not gonna find her here” “the one that you are looking for, you're not gonna find her here, here” i'm runnin', i'm a northeast stream, get to the ocean ‘fore i run too low i'm runnin', i'm a northeast stream, get to the ocean ‘fore i run too low get to the ocean ‘fore i run too low “the one that you are looking for, you're not gonna find her here.” “the one that you are looking for, you're not gonna find her here, here.” old gypsy woman spoke to me, said, “you're a wolf, boy, get out of this town.” julius greyback. werewolf. hufflepuff. seventh year. death eater.

[juliegreyback]

JULIUS GREYBACK + DRINA KRUM { JULIUS MOODBOARD 2/?? }

i. you fall in love with a girl who is made of art and fairytales and spirals of watercolors in shades of rose petals. she is beautiful, and she is sad. she wears smiles like crowns. you wish she would breathe easier. (you wish you could breathe easier around her) ii. you are standing in a forest waiting for the truth in stars and chasing moonlight. your reflection in the river is twisted. a monster looks you in the eyes. the moon is full and empty tonight as silver as your fur. wolves aren’t made for loving. (and who could ever learn to love a beast?) iii. you fall in love with a girl who makes you feel human. her life is a masquerade ball and you are made of masks. she sings laughter into your skin the night sky fades and the tides pull away from shore, drowning you in freedom. iv. you are standing on two feet. color fills your world. there are wolves in this forest. there is truth in these stars v. you are in love with a girl who carries poetry in her smiles. the sun sinks over the forest. she is in love with a wolf.

[aangs]

[juliegreyback]

JULIUS GREYBACK + GENERAL { JULIUS MOODBOARD 1/?? }

“ don’t be such a SOURWOLF. “

[cxeurdelion-blog]

Annette sniffed, nodding at what she assumed was him sympathizing with her. “Well, it’s not not about a boy–but I’m just an innocent bystander!” She swore, shaking her head. She let him take the bottle from her hands and gave him a watery smile while he poured some of his firewhiskey into it. “Thanks.” She said, quieting down as she took a sip. “Why are you drinking alone?” She turned to face him curiously. “Didn’t like the party?” She leaned her head against the wall and sighed, “I was in Hogsmeade–it was good until it wasn’t.” She seemed completely unaware that he probably didn’t want to hear about her night. Suddenly, she perked up, lifting her head and looking at him, “What’s your name again?”

[juliegreyback]

“...yeah, if you’re an innocent bystander, why is she angry at you then?” Julius instantly regretted the question as soon as it came out of his mouth because it would seem like he cared--he really didn’t care--but it was too late to take them back. Apparently tonight was a bartender, forced to listen to problems while sharing his precious alcohol in order to make sure the girl got back to her dorm safely--excellent. Thank God Nef and Drina weren’t around--they’d take the piss out of him for dropping his mask for a moment . (Drina was always trying to get him to smile. Ridiculous. He didn’t smile.) “Nah, doesn’t matter, just shut up and keep drinking, you’ll feel better.” he said shaking his head several times at all of her questions, especially the one about his name. She was drunk enough not to know who he was, which was a good thing, because he was pretty sure his dad had fucked up her uncle’s face. Best she not realize. “And I’m...Jackson.” he answered, choosing the first name that sprung to his head.

[juliegreyback]

cxeurdelion:

Annette had been so wrapped up in her own overly-dramatized misery that she hadn’t noticed she was no longer alone until the interloper (really, she had intruded on him, but that was besides the point) spoke up. She hiccuped, wobbling over to him, clutching the empty bottle in both her hands. “My cousin! She’s practically my sister! And I didn’t even do anything!” She sniffled, pulling out her phone and texting Dom again, “Boys aren’t even worth it!” She slumped next to him, looking over at him curiously, “What are you even doing here?? Where are we?” At a certain point of intoxication, all parts of the castle started to look the same.

“I see.” Julius said, unable to help himself from rolling his eyes. Cousin, sister, same difference--his incredibly little amount of patience was already wearing thin. “So you and your other cousin are fighting. And it’s about something not involving a boy...well then, you know what, I’m a healder and I prescribe more alcohol.” Taking her bottle, he poured some of his firewhiskey into it before handing it back to her. Julie wasn’t about to take advantage of her--he wasn’t quite that much of a douchebag, but he really didn’t want to be dealing with a drunken and babbling buffoon, especially not right now. The hope was actually that drinking would help muffle her sobs and make her shut the fuck up. His precious silence needed to be restored. “We’re in a hallway, and I was drinking. You can sit down and join me--quietly--or you can go on your merry way. Doesn’t matter much to me.” Part of Julius was admittedly a bit concerned about whether or not she’d get back to her dorm okay though--bloody hell, Krum really was starting to wear off on him.

[juliegreyback]

Julius @ everyone

Julius: okay. to whatever douchebag decided to puke all over my fucking bed and things...

Julius: ur dead meat

Julius: and since i'm a werewolf

Julius: u know that's fucking srs

Julius: smdh, either learn to hold ur liquor or don't drink by my bed

[cxeurdelion-blog]

“She hates me!” Annette cried, waving the empty bottle around haphazardly as she made her way through the hallways, completely disregarding curfew or whoever might be patrolling the hallways, “My best friend!” She sniffled a bit, before continuing to herself,  her words slurring “Who will I karaoke with now? I’m not a soloist–I prefer duetsssssssss!”

[juliegreyback]

Julius was by himself, as per usual. The party had been full of dumb arses, and if there was one thing that made dumb arses even dumber, it was alcohol. He thought he’d finally managed to find a place to drink his firewhiskey bottle in peace, but when some blonde bird came strolling down the hallways in tears--if you could call the drunken fumbling she was doing strolling--it was clear to him that he had been very, very wrong. “I’m not drunk enough for this shit.” he said, shaking his head before downing even more firewhiskey. It was several more moments until he spoke up again, not being able to resist the curiosity even if he had a strong feeling he’d regret this, “Okay. Now that there’s more alcohol in me, I’ll take a guess...you got into a fight with your best friend about some boy.” Popular rich girls always seemed to fight about the same damn things.

[teenwolfonline]