#c:rafe

[yarimendes]

˙ ˖ ✶ Rafe

"Everybody ganging up on you in the forum drives me insane really, they don't really see the guy I get to, but um...have fun at the wedding with your date." @rafelix

[callista-carmikael]

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I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[cruelcoldsmile-blog]

“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.” // “I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.” // [text] Please. I need this so badly.

“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”

They had been fighting again, it was all they seemed to do these days, and somehow they had ended up in the Forbidden Forest, skulls crunching against trees, dirt and blood under their fingernails. It was nice to have fresh air bursting from their lips when they punched each other in the chest, made a change. Perhaps Rafe was suffering from lack of sleep, or maybe Rodolphus just had more pent up aggression than usual to let out of him. Maybe this new ground had just altered the playing field in some subtle but essential way. Whichever reason it was, the scene that had become of it all was this; Rafe lying broken and blooded on the ground, and Rodolphus panting over him, holding his knuckles and wiping carelessly at the crimson dribbling down his chin. Before either of them could speak, a wolf howl could be heard in the distance, piercing through the melancholy silence that always settled after the battle had been lost and won. The sound prompted the two of them to glance up automatically, and through the thick foliage of the trees that had blanketed their wrestling forms in shadows, a full moon could be clearly seen. 

This sight made the two men become boys again, it froze them to their very core and instilled in them an animalistic instinct to flee that was as old as time itself. Tonight there were bigger monsters than themselves to worry about, lurking among the trees.

Rodolphus had only gotten a few paces before he heard a sharp cry from behind him, and when he turned he saw Rafe falling to the ground after staggering as best he could towards him. The boy was spitting up blood, it was a miracle that he was still concious, let alone moving. When he turned his eyes up to Rodolphus they pleaded more with that one terrified look than any of the words that spilled from his lips, and for a short second all Rodolphus could think was that this, finally, was retribution for the sins the boy had done to him all those years ago.

But Mulciber had saved him as well as tried to kill him, and so now Rodolphus would return the favour. He didn’t even think when he moved forwards and propped Rafe up against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist so that he could half carry, half drag the other boy to safety as fast as he could. It had been an instinctive reaction, because like it or not the two of them shared a connection that not many had. The sort that could be traced back years and years, emboldened in blood and slaughter, two hearts that beat to the same tune. 

“Just stay quiet.” He snaps at the boy, his own back aching with the effort of holding both of their broken bodies up. “We’re going to get out of here. No damn werewolf is going to get to finish you off before I do.” And that was the closest Rodolphus Lestrange would ever get to saying ‘I’m going to protect you, I’m going to make sure you’re safe’. 

“I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.”

“You said quite a few things whilst I was fucking you, Mulciber, but I don’t recall that being one of them. One doesn’t usually beg when they’re not enjoying themselves a little bit too much, but if you need reminding about just how good it feels to have my hands around your neck as I fuck your brains out I’d be happy to oblige.” 

[text] Please. I need this so badly.

[prick] on the list of things i care about, few and far between as they are[prick] i’d have to say your ‘needs’ don’t even come close to making the cut[prick] surely you don’t need a picture of me to wank off anyway[prick] can your memory not stretch back to last night?