#de-mal-foi

[pureblooded-archive]

continued || @de-mal-foi || Ginny and Draco

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

Draco nodded, a slight smile on his lips as he removed the bandages. “All wounds take time to heal, ... in a few weeks there will be no trace left of it.” He spoke as he glanced up at her.

Ginny offered a tight-lipped smile, trying not to wince as he uncovered the wound. It was a nasty Quidditch injury that was sure as hell taking its damn time to heal.

“Yeah well, thanks Draco,”  Ginny said, “You know you’re actually a pretty decent healer.”

[alwaysconquer]

crying continued | @de-mal-foi

Draco froze when he saw the expression on his father’s face, the shaking in his hands only seeming to worsen. “I …” He tried to speak up, he tried to speak and say it but he found himself unable to. With a slight shake of his head, he began to turn away.

How foolish had it been to return here now? Why had he even thought that he would find comfort at a place he had once called home? “I … I shouldn’t have come …” He muttered, taking a few agonising steps away from the door.

Lucius’ face remained firm as Draco struggled to come out with it. His jaw tensing as his son began to turn away. 

“Draco,” his tone was commanding. Lucius had reached out and grabbed a hold of his son before he could leave. “Come inside. Tell me what happened.”

[lyraxlestrange]

eternal darkness

closed starter for @de-mal-foi based on this verse

Even in all the chaos of the battle, the one thing on Lucius, Narcissa and Lyra’s mind was Draco. Merlin, he had been stupid enough to aid the Potter boy, to cause an obvious act of rebellion against the Dark Lord in a place outnumbered by Death Eaters. The three of them couldn’t find him, not until the battle was well and truly over, when the Dark Lord had fallen by Potter’s hand and the remaining Death Eaters either fled or fought to death or their arrest. 

Lyra had been the one to find Draco. That all too familiar, wisp of blonde hair stood out amongst the rubble. She had rushed to his side and cast a quick diagnostic spell. Her stomach churned as she discovered what had happened to him. Though he was alive and they should be thankful, there was the very real possibility that Draco would be blind.

After alerting his parents, Lyra had quickly taken him to St. Mungo’s, demanding the best optho-healer and quickly got to work on healing the damaged nerves. There was no hope, they had been magically severed and it was irreversible.

[storiesofthenight]

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[vainedvulpine-a]

@de-mal-foi continue from here | draco

“Did Father give you an order to abuse your power to control every single aspect of my life this year, now that you are a prefect and all?” Amara sneered. “Does Cygnus get the same treatment or is it just me?”

[lyraxlestrange]

change a man

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“I can try though … right?” He asked softly as he looked at her, biting his lip.

There was still that little bit of hope in his eyes as he looked up at his older cousin. Lyra couldn’t help but frown, her heart aching.

“There are some things that don’t change, Cyg,” she said, “That can’t change, no matter how hard you try. I know you love him but Cyg... It’s not worth it.”

[lyraxlestrange]

living death

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Sitting back as he closed his book, he looked at her and nodded. “It is … and I fear it will never change.” He spoke, softly as he put the book aside.

Perhaps Lyra had grown slightly pessimistic but in all honesty that’s what it felt like. It was almost as though her and her family had slowly descended into hell.

Tensions were running high at the Manor with the Dark Lord imposing himself on all of it’s occupants. Draco was at least given some relief by attending Hogwarts but could that even be counted as relief given what transpired there? She didn’t even know how to converse with him, knowing she couldn’t bring up the subject of school in front of him and Merlin, their future looked bleak under the Dark Lord’s rule but she wasn’t about to voice her doubts.

She let out a sigh, “It will.” She had to believe that it could, that the Order would win somehow but even she had her doubts with Snape defecting and showing where his loyalty lay.

[unsaintedfox-a]

“You can’t arrest a jellyfish.” [from levraialpha]

Sherlock Starter Sentences

@levraialpha

Deshi constantly sometimes wondered how in the hell Scott’s mind worked. The Kitsune had come to visit the wolf at his bartending job and they ended up just talking about random things. That’s how Scott started talking about some stories that happened with him and Stiles. Staring at the Alpha with both confusion and awe, he took a sip of his whiskey before he answered. “Are you sure you and Stiles never got high? Because that sounds exactly what someone would say when they were high out of their mind.”