lewis capaldi sentence starters // accepting.
sitting at the table , his hands steepled under his chin his gaze flicked towards james. “ the war ? “ he inquired , his brow now hitching with a slight intake of breath. he was an auror , it was practically his job description though that didn't mean it invalidated how he felt personally on the matter. or how he feared for his life , or alice's -- or the remainder of their friends , like james. “ we've lost a lot of people , mate. “ he couldn't believe people who they'd grown up with were dying left and right -- it felt real and painful. how many funerals must one attend before there weren't any ? but made him want to keep going. to push barriers , so that future generations might not have to endure what he , james and the rest of their wizarding community had.
what else but THE WAR . it was almost all he thought about. and even when he wasn’t, it was always there . an undercurrent to everything, a persistent drumming in the back of his mind . all the death, the grief, the fear. wondering who was next, rumours swirling, running and running and knowing there was a target on your back . he didn’t regret his path, would have chosen it again and again because he knew that they were on the right side of this war, that it would make this world better . but still he was tired, of all of it . He meets Franks words with a hum, agreement obvious without having to say it . he was thinking of them too, all the people they had lost already . ❝ aren’t you just tired of fighting ? feel like I’ve seen enough for a lifetime . if I survive - ❞ a pause , legs drawn up to his chest while he mulls his next words . ❝ just dunno if I could do what you do. y’know, go back and be an auror . fight even more . ❞ eyes flicker away, instantly unsure if they were words he ever should have let slip, if it made him a coward, if frank would think he didn’t care about this war as much as the rest of them . ❝ I dunno . s’nothing ❞
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