#48 words

[vil-b]

@drarrymicrofic - wound

Thank you @sweet-s0rr0w for reading this over and giving suggestions.

The first time Draco had used his first name — jokingly, in Charms — Harry had narrowed his eyes, brows knitted together with his mouth open, ready to retort. Draco had found that endlessly entertaining.

Nowadays, it’s darling, love, sweetheart. If Draco calls him Harry now…

“…Am I in trouble?” 

[vil-b]

@drarrymicrofic - brief (part ii)

Thank you @sol-glissant for looking this over and giving suggestions.

The brief was simple: find all the Death Eater safehouses. Harry looked everywhere, from the bustling West End of London to the fantastical Scottish Highlands. 

At a seaside safehouse in Skye, he found Draco and Narcissa Malfoy. However—

“Is it over? Is he dead?” were Draco’s first words.

[canabeens]

This 48 word rpg (title not included) i made some time ago, is really something i wanna go back to, it's apparently completely incomprehensible to most, but there is depth and potential that could really be expanded upon.

As it is it's more of a card game than an rpg, but the themes are there and with some effort it really could be something.

[swift-footed-achilles-ams110]

I will give the article this- it does atleast show how i avenged you. The armor I donned and how I turned the waters red. Bodies lay at mby feet as I worked my way to your killer. Not even the River god Scamander would stop me.

[swift-footed-achilles-ams110]

Actually, nevermind. even if more impressive it would've meant that I was fully invulnerable beforehand! If my burned foot was left to heal it would've been invulnerable as well! That meant my father and mentor would've been inadvertently the cause of my death. 

Keep me in the river!

[nic-mccool]

Touch

I watch the agony and wonder

if I will ever be under this spell, compelled 

to transform, ever be over the storm, these

atoms of identity shifting their existence 

into bright thunderclaps. Closing the distance

didn’t help, only brought me 

nearer asymptotically to 

that understanding I’ll 

never touch.

[nic-mccool]

Steps

Step, step. Starlight shines about their toes, but the toes themselves are dipped in black ink. Suns swim around them but they themself are void. Colorless, but with the potential for every possible color. Silent, but with the potential for every sound in a cacophonous universe. Step, step.

[kingsofeverything]

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