#ashamedheritage

[directaur-blog]

there's too many crates!!! but credence would get him the personalised whiskey crate though [ ashamedheritage ]

        credence you’re a sweetheart that knows just what he likes to drink and he can’t wait to see the personalization.

      ┆ @ashamedheritage.    .&.    pick a mancrate for perci. ┆

[directaur-blog]

smash or pass + credence ... as if that's a mystery

        “    do i really have to say smash??    it sounds crass.    ”    but yes,  definitely smash.    and love and care for and do just about anything for.

      ┆ @ashamedheritage.    .&.    smash or pass. ┆

[directaur-blog]

        exhaustion.    dealing with half of the aurors in his division proved to be exhausting,  the work they had to do in the past few days seeming to only increase with each passing.    which meant more paperwork for them and even more for him,  keeping him to his desk when he felt he had other,  better,  things to be doing.    it had been a while since he was last confined to his office like this,  and it seemed he had forgotten how draining being stationary was.    his day ended later than usual and his briefcase was a bit heavier,  weighted with extra files he would have to go through at some point.    sitting down on the couch,  percival tried relaxing and forgetting,  for the moment,  that he had brought more work home than he wanted to.    it was only when he felt two hands brushing his hair back from behind that he was finally able to relax, leaning into the touch and closing his eyes.    “    you have healing hands,  did you know that??    ”

      ┆ @ashamedheritage​. ┆

[gravensp-blog]

‘ i long for a life i have control of ’ [ashamedheritage]

“ That’s something I would like to help you with, Credence… ” He never seemed to be in much control of his life, whether it was his life with Mary Lou or the power that would sometimes rage inside of him. The fact that he had enough control not to burst at the seams at a younger age showed so much potential for Credence to make his life something better for himself. One day, Graves hoped Credence would have the life he longed for, and he would be happy with it.

@ashamedheritage |poetry

[deicere-blog]

HOLLOW EYES   /   they linger some place else  rather than in his here and now :    upon dark walls ,   the filth of his undeserved confinement .    they are all wrong ,    naive as children and  UNABLE  to see he is the only one that attempts to help them  ---   that wishes his own kind nothing but a better tomorrow .

there is surprise    (   something he feels rarely  )     when familiar energy fills enchanted room    ------     such  PRECIOUS  power ,    he can feel it .    and there ,   there it is !    obsidian cloud of smoke floating with such graceful movement through the air in the opposite corner of his cell .    lips part ,    and once again he ' s   MESMERISED ,   even when his voice is calm ,   controlled ,   fatherly almost .                ‘        oh . . .    my dear boy    ------------     you grace me with your presence ?        ‘                ///    @ashamedheritage