morning glory

marnie, xvii, slytherin. “ it's like we're parallel lines.”

[marnieng]

read this if i’m in your dash, please.

okay so i’m struggling to keep up with you, guys, but i ain’t giving up. i’m going to ask you for a favor. idk who’s still here for sure so please, unfollow me then follow me so i can follow you back!

[marnieng]

i suck

[maravdershq-blog]

is dom sherwood taken?

no, love, dominic sherwood’s fc is open.

[marnieng]

im off to see twd. btw, can’t seem to load no post in the starters tag. can sb link me just in case?

[maravdersgossip-blog]

lol will marnie ever realize that adelina isn't worth all the effort and pining?

“first off marnie needs to get head out from whatever dark place it has been shoved and secondly, isn’t adelina like already sold off to be married? - just give up girl.”

[maravdersgossip-blog]

Is there any shit going on that doesn't involve relationships for once?

“lets be fuckin honest here, this whole castle is drawn to shit that does involve couples , still waiting for Sestiva and Amycus to have a meeting about this whole thing with Barty but then i’m also waiting for Marnie and Adelina go scissor in the common room. However to be fair, I just wanna see or hear of any couple that you wanna be talked about.”

[dearcaradoc-blog1]

Caradoc watched the multitude of emotions unfold across his friend’s face in a split matter of seconds. It was perverse, in a way, the way that a face could express such a vast array of feelings without the person even knowing that they could feel so much. Just when he felt inclined to believe that the heart could experience some capacity, a limit, Marnie proved to him that such restrictions could not be applied to every person. For here the pair stood, surrounded by cold, and enveloped in their own personal grief, but finding it within their souls to share their pain with one another.

When his large hands made contact with her chilled skin, Caradoc felt the energy transfer take place. He could feel the muscles of her cheeks relax in an exhale of momentary relief from the binds which restrained her; he could see all of the images which must have kept the bold-hearted girl awake and tossing in her bed at night. He saw a dark-haired girl with perfectly glossed lips and a smile of daggers; and yet the daggers could be soft- at least for Marnie, at some point- instead disguised as pearly whites, tucked behind perfect lips- soft ones- to kiss away the pain. He heard teasing arguments, and could feel shoving hands that were amicable rather than rough, and which embraced in tight and connected kinship. He could see the dark-haired girl in her wedding dress….but at the end of the aisle belonged not her betrothed, but rather his friend, a girl standing in front of him, exposing her vulnerability (a rare occurrence, he knew) to him, and entrusting him with the challenging task of restoring her strength- a task that he would not fail.

“I love you more,” he told her in a heartfelt voice, brown eyes melting to look like a doe’s once more. He was a sentimentalist, an optimist waiting out a storm that may never pass, still hopeful and striving for the light at the end of a perpetually dark tunnel. He smiled at the passion with which she spoke about Sestiva. “I should be more contemptuous than I am towards her,” he said honestly. “But I am not. For I love her. Even if she does not love me—- love is fickle. It is painful, it is heartwrenching; but it is worth it. In what world would you have envisioned yourself coming to love me— imagine what you might have thought before you met me.” A soft grin elaborated across handsome features illuminated beneath a young night’s moon. “Think of the bond that we have formed against odds. You do not know with certainty what is in store for you and your beloved. She is still there. You simply need to… reach her.”

[marnieng]

reach her? adelina? how do you reach the stars and all the constellation? you can only gaze at them in hopes they’re looking down on you. adelina was the dark freezing night and she was the radiant sun, killing herself everyday, telling herself she was giving her a break ---- a break from her, from her passion, from her rage. but she truly didn’t, did she? all she did was look for her, crush against her, build up a war just in hopes that she’d at least have to look at her. “ sestiva is a bitch on crack and she does not deserve you -----” she whined. “ so she better stay away. we better stay away for those who mistake our kindness for weakness and our love for slavery. ”

[txavery]

now it’s his turn to be grateful they aren’t looking each other in the eyes. the words hit him like a sucker punch, not that they should have come as a surprise. thomas feels everything and then nothing. he would have been proud. the hurt that read so easily in his face was gone as fast as it appeared. 

“not everyone tends to value things while they have them.” this voice didn’t carry the weight that the rest of his temperament did. he spoke with the same light amusement that he always did, but it was hardly without effort. “doesn’t mean i shouldn’t either.”

the fact that they were having this conversation at all only served to prove that she was closer to him than was good for either of them. if she’d been anyone else the response would have been drastically different. with her he was relegated to faux indifference while he attempted to cover how deeply she’d actually managed to wound him.

[marnieng]

marnie felt so dirty and dizzy she couldn’t even begin to explain. he was right, not everyone values what they have and by shutting adelina out she thought addie would realize what she had. but now there’s no point at all, marriage is taking her away. it’s her, isn’t it? it has to be her.     “ go fuck your new princess, then. ” she added, in disgust. because they certainly had been about to lose control once more. and if he would cheat on her with marnie, he’d cheat on her with anyone. she just didn’t want to hurt her like that. or maybe she wanted it but not in that precise moment.   “ our sex thing is over. it never started for me anyway. ” marnie walked away before even waiting for an answer and her last words weren't probably for him to hear. he'd be a secret. a dark rotten secret she'd keep.

[marnieng]

blcodtraitor ;;

andromeda can’t help but be rather concerned by her friend’s words. it only takes a few senconds for the girl to glance at her companions and excuse herself. taking marnie by the hand, she leads them in an empty classroom, closing the door behind them. ‘ what’s wrong, marns? ’ a frown visible on her features.

it’s so easy to see when marnie knows she’s in trouble ----- not as hard as it is to try and let her know she’s wrong. and trust me, she wished she was wrong. meda drives her out of the crowd by the hand and once they’re alone, the words she needed to say feel heavy on her chest.  “i ------ ” how can you begin to explain? “ please don’t ---- don’t be angry. but i might ” most likely “ ---- probably not but this is ---- i think i am ---- oh merlin, i might be pregnant. ” she whispers. it’s not that easy to see marnie panicking in realization. 

[dearcaradoc-blog1]

“I have taken the Cruciatus curse before, and I would rather feel that a thousand times before a single broken heart,” he agreed in a gentle voice, relenting a soft smile in the hopes that such a look would soothe her, even to the most marginal degree. Caradoc took a step forward, and tenderly stroked away the anguish that wet her pretty face. His eyes did as much consoling as his fingers did, and when he opened his mouth to speak, his hues could not have looked more pensive. It was as if he was floating.

“I have been in love with one person in my lifetime. When I met her, I was absolutely smitten by her. There was no turning back at that point. I was all in. And I loved everything about her, even when people told me that I shouldn’t, because I saw a person no one else could see. I’d have done anything for her. If she told me to jump, I would have jumped without asking her for a reason. Because love does that to you. It takes you, and it doesn’t have plans to release you when it is strong. I wanted to marry that girl, Marnie. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, and I would have, so happily, I would have. But, you see— She always told me that we would not last. She warned me that our love was fleeting, that it was only a scene in a much longer movie in her life. But I was a boy engrossed in his love for a girl, and I chose not to believe that. In private, I like to think that she loved me as deeply as I loved her, but I was not… I was not me anymore. I was willing to become someone I was not for her. I was willing to pretend to be a Pureblood boy, to hide my heritage, to disguise my entire disposition to fit her lifestyle, her values, those of her parents. Her affections would travel. In fact, she once called me a virginal mountain to conquer.”

A strange look crossed the boy’s face, but he remained looking thoughtful. There was composed sadness in his hues, all natural and designated for his story, and he paused for a moment, allowing himself to think with purpose and clarify while the emotions touched him. “–But what she wanted in life was not me. I was not enough for her. I did not fit the mold of her perfect gentleman, my blood too dirty, my status too poor, and she left me. She left me for what she always wanted, a man with deep pockets, darkness in his soul, and pure blood for her children. She would not again have to bare the guilt that she felt when kissing a dirty boy.”

Caradoc moved a strand of red hair softly behind her ear and said, “The pain of losing a love you thought to be true like that is unimaginable. I went from entirely abstaining from drinking to coaxing myself to sleep each night in drunkenness, hoping to get her out of my head. I would cry myself to sleep each night until exhaustion took me because whether I was awake or asleep, my life felt nightmarish. I blamed myself for not being good enough for her, for not being worthy enough to keep her. And you know what? I was wrong. I am good enough. I am not healed, but I am healing. I am learning to walk again, to breathe, to reclaim the joy in life that had once been so innately easy for me to locate. Do you know how I do that?”

He paused, studying her deeply for a moment. “—Because love has saved me. A different kind of love, a platonic one that is so raw and beautiful that it never changes, with the right people. Blake helps me to put the pieces back together. James, Charlie, Greta, Emma…” He smiled. “You— Marnie, you have no idea what your worth is. Your happiness is more important than anything else in the world, the way that you value yourself. I cannot proclaim to be the most stable person, for love has rendered me helpless, too, but we can grow together, don’t you see? We can grow from our hurt. We can help to heal each other. All is not lost. All is never lost.” Hope was never lost with the hopeful boy. Gold flourished in his veins. “You are stronger than you think.”

[marnieng]

his confession sends a shiver down her spine. a cruciatus? when? her face comes to her mind. it’s her fault. it’s solely sestiva’s fault, for abusing him, for torturing him. hatred is a suffocating and powerful strength but it consumes you. her face is full of horror until his merciful hands wipe away her tears with such a gentle touch. -------- in another life, maybe in one where she didn’t love her, caradoc would have been the perfect match. but it certainly wouldn’t have been the type of love to consume them, it’d have been the type of love you build through the ages, the one you cherish and treasure, the one that’s everything but fragile. it wouldn’t have been love at first sight, not even second sight. it wouldn’t have felt as a burning passion in between cold hands, it wouldn’t have burn the world at all. it would have been something more similar to a candle; soft and simple, as the summer breeze teases her, standing on her own feet to fight anything. it would’ve been true love. but not in this one universe, where their hearts will perish in war, where they’d have to learn to love when winter took everything from them. because that was their world, a truly fragile war in between their own bodies: blood, heritage and pride. marnie got even angrier at her by listening to his honest and heartbreaking confessions. ----- with such a wounded heart, how can one still love so fondly? caradoc dearborn was a certain miracle. how could adelina begin to break her heart when he was there to pick it up? even in the horror that his words meant to her, marnie felt lighter. even if some of them made her feel as if she should’ve been there, protecting him, she was weary enough to let go of the past chances, the ones she didn’t take. “ i love you. ” that’s the only answer she could give, moved by his words. “ i love you, i love you, i love you, merlin only knows how much i love you.----- i am so sorry.” she combs his hair with her hands. “ i truly wasn’t all there for you and it’s cruel --- i should’ve... agh! i’ll murder her slowly. ”

[marnieng]

[marnieng]

adelinaburke:

she was aggravated, so aggravated. she didn’t believe that she was aggravated at marnie, it was more towards herself than anything. she was about to speak as marnie spoke, but it took her by surprise, and it was made apparent by the expression on her features. she always thought about it, but someone saying it out loud was different. she took a deep breath, trying her best to calm herself. “i can’t do that, marnie. not now.”

‘ no need for verbal confirmation, soldier --- ’ she groaned, now angry once more. pride was the one to weep her tears with a careful touch, making sure her makeup would not leave her. ‘ your actions speak louder. ----- i’ve been stupid enough to think you’d regret it, that you’d even fight it but, well, i bet you love your wedding dress more than you could even start --- ’ loving me? is that what you really want to say, marnie? ‘ let’s leave this here before it goes any worse. i can’t stand it anymore, anyway. ’ marnie took a few steps back. ‘ i give up ’

[marnieng]

@emvanced im crying thanks to that reply ty.

[kate-bishop]

she cleans up well

[awcasley]

“Can I play you a tune?”

[marnieng]

“may i say yes, please? ” music was always a way to calm the beast that was made of marnie.

[marnieng]

@blcodtraitor

students are roaming around the halls. marnie can hear their voice intensify as she walks towards the one and only person she can let this know. where is she? --- she’s kept this thing as a secret way too long. “ sorry --- meda, can we --- talk? privately? ” marnie doesn’t seem to care who she’s with.      her eyes scream: i need you.

[marnieng]

love, supposedly gentle --- it came to her disguised in hunger, anger and betrayal and now she wanted none of it. everyone’s taught to seek for it, to look out for their hearts in order to find someone’s to match it. nor marnie or caradoc were exceptions. his hands comforted her but they would not heal: time is the only thing to heal these wounds, she thought.          time, lies and oblivion. “ i can’t----- ” marnie tilted her head and hid her face on his neck. “ i can’t speak to her, caradoc. i can’t tell if she’s lying or not, i can’t tell if she ---- ” there’s a sob, something deeper. “ i had never been hurt like this. broken bones? i can do, you know that...” there’s a giggle, a memory of a wounded marnie after a quidditch match. “ but this? there’s nothing i can do to fix this.”

@dearcaradoc