#caediteos

[fogmade-a]

“I had a dream about you, you died” from dora for remus bc sadness

CLEARING OUT MY INBOX <3   @caediteos !

          HIS THROAT FEELS HEAVY & DRY ALL OF A SUDDEN. One foot already stands on the threshold, ready to make its way out into the ominous night air , where anything might lurk in the shadows. A faint copper gleam surrounds the safe house; traces of a protection spell.

       You died. Her voice echoes in his head, pounding like a neverending drum. Concern is evident in those eerie words. A similar kind of WORRY appears upon Remus’ weary features, but he tries his utmost best to suppress it as he cups her cheek with the palm of his hand.

    “  No ,  no —  it won’t come to that, Dora. You know what they say about dreams —  they’re unreliable predictions.   ” Is it HER he is trying to reassure, or himself ? The nightmare is far from impossible— all it requires is a misfired curse. an unexpected explosion. a delayed reaction. And he can feel it in his wand-arm; it has grown slow and tired from weeks spend underground.      But Remus is confident. As a husband and father, he cannot afford to anticipate the worst case scenario for the sake of the people he would be leaving behind. It is the thought of returning to them that will make him stand tall in duels.

He is unsure what to expect when he arrives at the castle. It will undoubtedly be like nothing that has occurred ever before— more brutal ? more merciless ? Students / children in the middle of a ruthless fight ;   a déjà vu pops up at the mere thought. All he knows for certain is that the clock is ticking, and there is no place for fear nor hesitation in his heart. 

     Eyes take the sight of her in once more ;   the iconic hair ,  the friendly - now worried - face ,  the clumsy holes in her tights, which almost seem an allusion to the brown patches in his own cloak. Even a blind man would see the solid love with which he gazes at her. He leans forward and presses his lips to her forehead, closed eyes twitching slightly as if it physically aches to let go.       He will not die; refuses to. After failing her once, he isn’t planning to do so twice.

“  I’ll be back before you know it. I’m going to make absolutely sure of that. For you and for him.  ”   The final syllable is pronounced with a hoarse tone while he casts a quick glance at the crib in the corner (  not knowing it will be his last. )

[killedbyvoldemort]

Rabastan  Lestrange  (   @caediteos   )  &    Dorcas  Meadowes                          ↪     UNREPENTANT   :    showing  no  regret  for  one’s  wrongdoings.  

[deathdestroyed]

the picture in her head is fuzzy, like someone weaved a fine, thick spiderweb in front of the image. it’s late enough that she can hear the earth moan and the house cry; it’s late enough that she feels awake, the way she never does during the daylight when she has potions to drink and hiding to do. 

aberforth is sleeping, as the doll clutched in her hands is so kind as to point out, but this is the only time her thoughts feel solid enough that she can speak them, and aberforth knows that; he always understands. but  the image in her head is fuzzy, and she doesn’t know what that means.

the floor creaks as she tip-toes across to aberforth’s bed. “ abe? ”  the bed dips under her small weight as she sits.  “ abe? my dolls say that mother is never coming back. ”  albus would surely scoff at her saying such things, but aberforth would understand. he always did. her thin shoulders shake.  “ w-what do they mean by that?”   /  @caediteos

[lovedgods-a]

❛         APOLLO  CAME  TO  ME  LAST  NIGHT ,   &  he  told  me  you  were  no  good .       ❜     caelestis  never  comes  with  a  greeting ;  she  comes  as  a  shining  force ,  bringing  with  her  dreams    &    nightmares  both ,  shrouded  in  the  flowery  scent  of  the  divination  rooms  where  she  often  rests  between  classes .   this  time    ROSES ;    roses  of  the  freshest  bloom  for  a  deep  sleep .

❛          but  i  think  you  are    very  good    indeed .      ❜      he  is  just  a  young  man ;    &    perhaps  if  caelestis  tells  herself  this  enough ,  she  will  believe  it  to  be  the  truth .    ❛          you  must  be  good ,  for  if  i  ask  you  very ,    very    nicely ,  you  would  teach  me  the  expelliarmus ,  wouldn ’ t  you   ?        ❜  

﹡ . ° @caediteos   //   sc .

[archopv-blog]

@caediteos i can finally fit it ayeeeee

[odairinga]

@caediteos <3′d !

“  you  can’t be  serious  about  the  outfit. you  look  like  a  walking  funeral. ever  heard  of  subtlety?  ”

[killedbyvoldemort]

❝ i had a dream about you. ❞ from rab

meme time. / @caediteos / accepting

HE  IS  CAUGHT  IN  THE  CORNER  OF  HER  EYE,    trapped  in  her  peripheral  like  prey  to  a  predator.   she  watches  him  devour,  mistaking  her  for  bread.  the  feeling  of  his  teeth  trapping  her  flesh,  making  her  bleed  make  the  pulse  of  her  neck  ache  for  his  lethal  canines  again.   her  gaze  flickers  fully  to  her  nails,  inspecting  them  for  dirt     &      grime,  refusing  him  all  of  her  attention.   her  mouth ––––––––––––––––– a  sword,  spoken  with  a  blade,  lacking  any  warmth.       ❛     DID  YOU   JUST  STARE   AT  ME   in  this  dream  or  did  i  do  something  noteworthy    ?         ❜

[kujjuaarchive]

❛ what is sin? ❜

" a thievery. "

rumors whispers, rumors and whispers. they often guided him, led him to water where he would deeply drink, despite how tainted it may be. these rumors and these whispers had trickled out of london and deep into africa's most prestigious wizarding communities. once that occurred, it was not all too difficult to find him. however, not only had these whispers and rumors led him. they had sought him out specifically, and he wondered what which was more alarming.

" that's all it ever is. sin sets out to rob someone of something, more often than not control. "

despite the tense air, his resolve was an immovable object, his curiosity an unstoppable force, each parallel to the other. he understood the peril he could be in with a snap of her fingers, but that worried him little. he had learned young that the fear of death would only call to it, like a smoke signal.

" but i will not rob you of the truth. what your master seeks from me is what i cannot offer. while our magic is ancient, it still has laws, guidelines. archaic and anarchy are two vastly different things. "

his wand was warm against his abdomen, just beneath his coat and yet so very far away. to her credit, she looked far more stable than he had expected. rumors and whispers, rumors and whispers... he leaned against his cane.

" in order to transform one's self into something new, there must be some self left. "