#disavowcd

[kindheartted]

@disavowcd​ uwu

          « so you can’t use your magic... do you want a pity cookie or something? »  

          studying andromeda’s patient’s chart, ted just couldn’t help but laugh. as much as he admired witches and wizards and how they handled almost every situation with magic, but oh, sometimes they were just so oblivious of the things right in front of them. this was such an easily solvable injury if one only knew how to think outside the magic shaped box. it was amusing how so many of his colleagues were incapable of doing so.

          « you just can’t tell me you don’t know how to cure this, andy. it’s really not that hard. »  

[voxpura]

            “ No. ” Tom’s anger was frightening in its very lack of EVERYTHING. No bared teeth, no raised voice, no muscle twitching in his jaw. He merely looked at her, unsmiling - unblinking. “ I will make you hurt. Do not walk away from me, Andromeda. ”

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[caediteosarchived]

              “ While it does make me feel uncomfortably similar to Narcissa, I must say it: Andromeda, that dress? You embarrass your family by wearing it. ” The look the eldest sister sported was one of slight exasperation and disgust.

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@disavowcd cont.

the confession , though easy , had not at all been intended. nor intentional. and of course it would be the first thing purged from his conscience upon seeing her again , speaking to her again for the first time in so long. her last words still lingered in the back of his mind , forever weighing down upon him like an anchor chained around his feet. don't think ill of me now , rabastan. as if he could. as if that were plausible. or possible. if it were , he would be FREE.

but if anything , since that last encounter , he had been more eager than ever to make her think MORE of him. and since that encounter , he had been helpless to keep himself for feeling MORE for her. not that he would ever claim it to be completely innocent. many nights —and several lazy afternoons— were spent lounging upon his bed , allowing the image to seize his mind as he handed himself over to it. her name slipping from his lips like a charm , like a curse , lingering long after he was done.

would it ruin this vision , if he were to know ?

the mere implication made him cringe , looking down at the hands in his lap and averting his gaze from all else. of course she must have some regret. otherwise , she wouldn't have been so eager to avoid him. or so it seemed to him. but of course , he was good at hurt. he was best at hurting himself. " what - what was... what did you regret ? because i'm sorry for it , whatever it is. "

[kindheartted]

“i know you’re dying trying figure me out.”

                                                                                               @disavowcd​

          « it’s actually not that hard, to be honest. »

          the library was almost empty already. soon, the librarian would come and tell them to leave and come back in the morning  - which, to be fair, she had every right to, because andromeda and ted had finished their work quite some time ago. the reason why they both still were here was something the two of them were definitely not ready to admit yet.

          « you slytherins think you’re so much more mysterious than you actually are. » he laughed quietly, trying not to attract the librarian’s attention  - he didn’t want to leave yet. « i’m pretty certain i have figured out at least half of you already. »

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          « i’m really sorry if they were too much. »

          it wasn’t like ted was ashamed of his family, not at all - ted loved his family with his whole heart and generally put them over everything. it was just that he knew that they were the exact opposite of what one would consider the typical wizard family. and he also knew that andromeda’s family was, in fact, this polar opposite kind of family. when he had entered the wizarding world, it had been quite overwhelming for him; hence, he was pretty sure she must have felt some kind of similar feeling this evening.

          and now that they finally were far away from them, walking through the soft sand of the beach with bare feet and holding hands, he finally had the time to ask her.

          not that he was worried, though; actually, ted felt more content and happy than he had felt in a long time. ted loved his family, and ted loved andromeda; now they had finally met. and in this moment, he was showing her one of his favourite places of his childhood, right at the best time to visit it: shortly before sunset.

          « i’m really glad you came with me today. » 

          he stopped walking just to turn to her smiling and study the more than just gorgeous features of her face in the golden light of the evening sun.

          « and i’m really glad you’re finally seeing all of this, andromeda. i’m so happy i can share this... part of me with you. » 

[kindheartted]

@disavowcd​​ sent:   ❛ there are rules you have to follow if you want to survive ❜     ( not here starters )

          a whole wile ago, ted had sworn to himself to stay at andromeda’s side whatever may come -  for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish. and that’s what he did. he loved no one more than his beautiful wife, and he also knew her better than everyone in the entire world.

          this side of andromeda, however, was entirely new to him. he had never seen her this kind of upset before. she refused to sleep, stayed up outside protecting their already very well protected house even more, completely losing herself while doing so. it was scary; scary, saddening, and hopeless, for ted did not know what to do. he hated to see her like that; it was almost like he suffered with her. yet, he did not know how to help, how to stop her from torturing herself like that.

          after a short moment of hesitation, he reached out for andromeda’s hands and held them, stopping her from proceeding with her protection spells, at least for a moment.

          « i know. i know, andromeda. i know those spells are necessary. i know we need them in order to keep ourselves safe. »

          while his voice was calm, his face was full of worry. not because of the people who were trying to hurt them, but because of her. 

          « but we’re protected enough already. we don’t have to worry about that anymore. or at least- »

          he looked into her beautiful eyes, trying to draw her full attention onto him, because merlin knew what thoughts had taken over her brain right now. 

          « at least not right now. come inside. let’s drink some tea and go to bed. »

[voxpura]

          Time had changed the two of them. He remembered still the way she’d first appeared before him ; her deep green dress and the trembling hands. Now, she walked confidently into his study, back ramrod straight, as familiar with the room as he, and took every liberty. Perhaps he should scold her - perhaps he should tell her not to down alcohol as if it were water. It wasn’t too odd that she dreamed of him often. After all, he’d infused her with his memories, ideas, the darkest of his truths. His story, not kept only by him, protected by unbreakable vows. 

          But her words, her admission - were disturbing. “ Dreamed as me? ” He repeated, placing quill down and turning in his seat. A moment later, he was up, crossing the room ; towering over her in his imposing height as he snatched the glass from her fingers and set it back down. “ Tell me, then, ” he urged. “ What you dreamed, exactly. Tell me. ”

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