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we went to a cliff in scotland with the oceans and hills and sheep, it was magical
This piece started at least a solid year ago, if not nearly two, vaguely inspired by the various imagined meetings in Narcissa's garden. I ended up picking it back up a month ago, said what on earth was I doing and redrew nearly the entire thing. This time pulled references and I think it improved the outcome quite a bit. It isn't my best work but I am always pleased to finish an unfinished piece.
Dramione & a drop of despair on the bedroom floor
“It didn’t work. I didn’t make it, Hermione. I was so weak… I despise myself” – his whisper was one of despair and pain. He was one of despair and pain.
Draco let out a loud sob and choked back a sob. Only hot tears poured from his eyes, soaking the hem of her nightgown.
Hermione tried not to look at his blood-soaked forearm. It was a terrible sight. Despite the meaning of the old mark on his arm, all Hermione felt was compassion.
The witch's warm fingers stroked his hair and then moved down to his shoulders. "I'm here. I'll always be here," she didn't say the words, but she put them into her touch. Draco leaned into her hand, absorbing the comfort of her presence.
An old mark, a reminder of a terrible past. A past that ended in redemption and forgiveness from others, but still demanded forgiveness from himself.
Perhaps one day he would receive it. Hermione hoped so, as she watched the tears dry on his eyelashes and sleep gently embrace him, soothing his pain.
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"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry
hate when im reading and theres a word i dont know so i search it in the dictionary and its like: beuperer. noun. a person who beupers. i'll fucking kill you
I don't have much but I DO have an open wound #OPENWOUND
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realistically i dont think i fit in anywhere, but im just trying to enjoy life for what it is
I’m sorry I can’t hang out, I have a lot of negativity that I need to internalize
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