#c:zelus

[purebloodxpucey]

[owl] : ZELUS WARRINGTON DIED FOR OUR SINS

[owl]: How much liquor have you consumed? Regardless of the answer, I have to assume that, fittingly, Zelus would be quite honored right about now, so long as you’ve elected to drink quality firewhiskey. Do me a favor and take another shot for me. 

[fayetravers-blog]

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Send me a § and I’ll write a drabble with our muses based off of what song I get on shuffle.

“Summer” by Calvin Harris

She’d run into him again in the woods, their shared spot.This time, Faye chose to stay with him, her feet both planted on the groundinstead of jumping from branch to branch. The ground felt cool against herback, leaves already tangled in her hair, blonde locks fanned out across theautumn colors of reds and oranges and browns. They lay together in silence,peering up through the tops of the trees, past what foliage remained, staringup at the darkening sky, a horrid, cloudy grey.

“Do you remember that summer?” She asked, mind not waitingfor his answer before she traveled back through her memories to those dayswith different woods and different trees. “The Flint’s had been hosting someparty that my aunt had dragged me to. I didn’t want to go so when I got myfirst opportunity I snuck out, found my way through their backyard and to thewoods. Of course, you were there.” Faye turned her head for a moment to look athim, to see if he was listening. She could see him blinking and breathing andhe wasn’t stopping her so she continued. “You’re always there.”

By now, being around him, especially in the woods, hadbecome an odd sort of comfort for Faye. Though she hated others for fightingfor the cause, she never held it against Zelus. She always figured that heunderstood. He had to. They were both orphans, her in her own way.

“I snuck out every party after that, not even just at theFlint’s. I always wondered if you knew that?” She never expected him to knowbut she’d always been curious. Part of her could picture him disappearing intothe woods, half-waiting for her to appear. They shared so many similarities.Parents. Pureblood. The woods. Sometimes, when she daydreamed to their imaginedtrips to the forest, she could feel her heart begin to beat and asked herselfwhether their shared love of the forest and funhouse mirrored pasts meant moreto her.

If it did, she knew to squash the feelings quick. For allthat was similar, they’d chosen different paths. The woods were as close asthey could get. At least until the Death Eaters could promise her the loyaltyher parents had been cheated. Until there were no more lies.

“Did you know?” She asked, eyes locked on him as hecontinued to stare up at the forest canopy. As he lay there, the past blendedwith the present and Faye began to imagine a clear blue sky, the sun beatingdown on them and the grass beneath. Even without an answer, she smiled.