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hey guys !  i’ved moved blogs.  follow me here  🦇 !

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hey guys !  i’ved moved blogs.  follow me here  🦇 !

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i’m still going to continue the recent threads i had going here.  so if you want to continue ( new or old threads ! )  simply tag my new blog @maskforged with your response & we’ll resume  🖤

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hey guys !  i’ved moved blogs.  follow me here  🦇 !

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tfw your muse is naturally fighty but he has no one to vent on

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“ Are you going somewhere, Professor ? “ Ellanor smirked playfully in the doorway while he tidied up his things, seeming to be on his way. She hadn’t seen him all day.

a spidery hand wavered over the stack of essays and books he was about to carry from the sound of her voice.  obsidian hues raised to greet hers  without  displeasure,  or hostility for intruding so suddenly.   rather,  the dark pools this evening was looking rather  inviting,  paired with a light smile that could  just  be noticed at her distance in the classroom.     

❝   i was on my way to my study.    care to join me  ?   ❞  

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doecharmed·:

a  hex  flies  over  her  shoulder  .  missing  her  by  mere  centimetres  .  the  battle  rages  around  her  but  there’s  no  time  for  fear  .  instead  adrenaline runs  through  her  veins  .  it  keeps  her  moving  ,  searching  for  the  person  she’s  lost  sight  of  .  james  .  he  could  be  hurt       ——       or  worse  .  it’s  their  first  fight  as  part  of  the  order  and  ,  frankly  ,  things  couldn’t  be  going  worse  .  in  fact  ,  lily’s  pretty  sure  they’re  losing  .  she  rounds  a  corner  ,  coming  face  to  face  with  the  enemy  .  another  monster  in  a  mask  .  her  wand  raises  ,  the  spell  flying  from  her  lips  .  it  hits  her  opponent  but  she  doesn’t  see  the  extent  of  the  damage  .  her  gaze  is  focused  on  their  face  ,  which  had  been revealed  as  their  mask  had  fallen  .   her  voice  reflects  the  heart  ache  she  feels  .          ❝     sev  ?    ❞  

@maskforged·          liked !

HE  IS  DRAWING  NEAR.   a cacophony of shouts erupt from the courtyard as a lone death eater stalks towards the center of battle,  staying close to the walls.  his spirits do not lift with the triumphant cries from his side when it's become clear that the members of the order are dwindling.  severus is not one to gain pleasure from taking lives.  a swift gait brings him around the corner,  fueled  only  with the necessity of fulfilling the duty entrusted to him by the dark lord  ----  but he can’t bring himself to  raise his wand  at the sight of  her.   the spell hits him directly,  and he tumbles to the ground from the force of the attack,  mask falling away.   ( sev.   her utterance of the nickname washes over him like a familiar warmth.  )  

❝    lily  -----  ❞     the note of urgency in his voice has  nothing  to do with his own peril.  wincing,  he gets to his feet,  clutching the fresh wound at his chest.  his wand is at his side.        ❝   you  must   leave this place.  there are more of them on their way.  ❞ 

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heldpain·:

‘         does        it          matter?         ’        of          course         it           did.          anyone            who             knows            severus            snape             knows          that           his           privacy          was           something           he             placed          above           all            else                                       especially          when           it           came          to          his          emotions.           but         how          could           she           simply            sit           by           with          the           sounds            of              mayhem          echoing          down              the          hall?

‘          i           heard          glass           shattering,       i        just           wanted          to        make           sure           you                             ’           as        soon        as          the           scent          hit             her,           her         words          stopped,          halted         by        the         conscious        effort        to          not       breathe,         and          to        immediately        find         the         source        of          the        blood.        it      didn’t        take         long,       her         gaze          settled          on         blood-soaked          hands,           and              before        she           could             even               stop            herself          she             reached           for          his          wrists,           pulling            his            hands          closer             for            her            to           observe.

‘                             were         okay.            ’           a           finished             thought,            her             face           wearing           a           veil          of           concern.       ‘            which         you’re           not.                          can        i         convince           you        to             let           me             help          clean         up?         i            think            a            little             bit           of           fresh       air          would             do            you                well.         ’

the swiftness of her practicality seemed to stunt him from further vexation,  giving way to a familiar restraint that steadily resurfaced.  the storm was now passing  with the gentle encouragement of  soft  touches,   dulcet tones and countenance riddled with her worry. 

a brief side glance of obsidian hues signaled his silent consent.  his following response was uttered in a significantly tamer timbre.  (  was it  shame  that suddenly seized him ?  )  

❝   ---  i must warn you.  take measured steps as you enter.   ❞

severus took a step back to allow enough space for her to come through,  albeit hesitantly so.   

it was as though a small hurricane had passed through his study.  following after her,  he glanced around,  fully regarding the result of his blind outburst for the first time.  more than half the jars on the shelves were now scattered glass.  rolls of parchment were soiled among the flood of various pickled creatures on the stone floor.  a writing desk in the corner was overturned.   

a flick of his wand and the remnants of jars immediately began to reassemble themselves, reuniting with their proper liquid contents and floating back to the shelves.   severus kept his gaze away from hers.   he imagined disgust replacing her soft features.

[melodrqmas]

I could no longer distinguish people from monsters.

—tahereh mafi, a very large expanse of sea

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she        knew         better         than        to          enter           without          invitation,         especially           with             the            sounds           erupting         from            behind          the          door.           on          a          normal           day,             she’d           thrust         the           door            to          his          office          wide           open            and           be           welcomed          with          open            arms.                        today           was           different.         the         sound           of             glass           shattering           from            within           was           enough            of             a            warning          to             stay           away,           but             she             couldn’t.          there         was          something           wrong.           angelika           could           have           cared          less            what             the           reason           was,           but            she           was          there          to         pick            up             whatever             pieces           were            left               of           him.            hours          passed,          yet        she            sat           propped           against           the            wood         of       the             door,              hands            keeping             her            jacket        pulled          tight           against           her.          when            the            door             gave          way,           she          leaned          forward,          glancing            up           to            meet             his            gaze.          ‘        hey.          ’         a          quiet           greeting,           as            she           pulled            herself           to             her            feet.           ‘         are……..          are           you          okay?           ’          @maskforged·

CRIMSON SEARED HIS VISION.   severus was numbly aware of the sound of shattering glass as he ferociously wiped off numerous jars from their once carefully placed positions.  his office was quite wrecked by the time he stopped.  still,  no release from the biting pain.  rage continued to tear at his insides,    past and present colliding into one as he vividly saw in his mind’s eye his former self.  helpless.  pathetic.  and potter,  witnessing what he had sealed away from the world for so long.

potter had no right...   especially him.   

leaning against his desk,  he had only then realized the small pool of blood edging it’s way around his tightly closed,   shaking fists.  then the prickling sensation of glass embedded into skin.  a buzzing silence began to consume the office,  accompanied only by his rugged breathing,  when he heard his door audibly shudder behind him as if a weight against it had shifted.  the thought of someone covertly listening in made the blood in his veins boil once more.  he stormed his way towards the door and tossed it open.

he was met with a familiar face.  perhaps the only face he could tolerate in a moment such as this.  however the unfathomable darkness in his gaze did not fade away.   disregarding her question,  he shot back his own,  baritone nearly a whisper.

❝    .. how long have you waited here  ?    ❞ 

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I’m just soft for Snape and Luna hanging out

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“Call me whatever you like; I am who I must be.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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❝    clearly you’ve  forfeited  your duties for tonight.  ❞  

despite his disapproving tone,  the potions master sweeps in to occupy the armchair opposite of her.  quite a variation in seating,  as he usually takes the old velvet armchair in the corner of the staff room.  however,  there's  no one in particular tonight to typically invoke him to avoid attention.  in fact,  they're quite alone.  dark eyes linger on the bottle she’s pressing to her lips like she’s been parched,  before raising to her face.  the scrutiny is empty of disgust that one might expect from him. 

❝   something tells me this isn’t your  first   bottle.   ❞                /                  @heldpain​

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angie, smothering him with kisses : leave again and I'm gonna kick ur ass :)

        what a daunting prospect … 🖤

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*kicks door open* missed me?

100 pts from gryffindor for your immeasurable absence

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hi i live 🦇🦇

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angie : hi ur cute 😘

      is that a challenge.  bc im going to baffle u with praise. 🖤

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How do you get such silky hair?

           a  palm adjusts,  crossed arms tightening a touch further.   whether imagined or real,  he senses a taunt lurking in the question.    ❛   … it’s none of your business.   ❜