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[rh4egar]

me when @ominiious

[rh4egar]

they'd returned from the scriptorium with a heavy mind, and little to no answers; a failed endevour, in rhaegar's opinion, if only because it caused his brother pain. tearing open a festering, old wound. a necessary pain, nagini thought, being allowed to bleed and heal properly once and for all. though such thoughts would not leave draconic maw, if only subtly shared between eternal bond of dragon and rider.

the emerald she-beast was not at all surprised to see the serpent's heir approach, his scent long since entered slitted nose. his presence had been welcomed, and he was one of the truly few who could approach the dragon's nest without needing to fear.

the mountain of sharp, emerald scales lift, shaking off leaves and dirt accumulated on grand form during hours long nap —– even if ominis would not see the imperfecfions on gleaming scales; did he not deserve her at her best?

❝ i knew you would come. . . ❞ the she-dragon's voice a roaring thunder, even in the alien tongue of serpents. she'd know even if it wasn't for rhaegar. ❝ female intuition. ❞

she'd coil around gaunt, an impenetrable fortress of scales, crowned head placed next to ominis. if by her will or want, she'd lift all pain and sorrow off his mind, erase the rotten history of the slytherin lineage and allow him a carefree life. but she cannot. ❝ rhaegar has told me about what happened. but i would like to hear your version of the events, as well. if —– you wish to speak about it. ❞

@ominiious plotted. kinda.

[rh4egar]

Is there a sort of kinship with Nagini being the last of her kind and Rhaegar establishing himself as the last of both the Gaunt and Riddle bloodlines?

rhaegar has made peace with him being the last riddle ( and gaunt in an au where ominis doesn't exist ofc ) , the bloodline coming to a stagnant with him lasting eternal. the lack of family bore a deep hole in his heart back at wool's, it was filled by nagini, and later on ominis, rhaegar would do anything for his chosen family. ( the rest of the gaunts can choke on a pickle ) and the heir would have as little guilt about killing the rest of the gaunts as he had framing his uncle for mass murder. he refrains from acting on these thoughts, however, knowing ominis wouldn't condone it.

it's different for nagini, it was way more painful for her. early on in his hogwarts years did rhaegar find out that the albanian crownheads were declared extinct a good century ago. impossible, of course, nagini was right there! and if she was alive, who was to say there weren't other surviving members scattered about. nagini was in deep denial. rhaegar promised her the first country they'd visit after his graduation was albania, they'd search far and wide in her ancestral homeland for any other members of her family, nagini even went on her own during his stay at wool's during the summer. ( a foolish and risky move, but she did not care )

naturally nothing came of it. they travelled and searched, found only confirmation of what the dragonology professors claimed. rhaegar then scoured the black markets, he found only the remains of nagini's mother. and three eggs that never hatched. the mother was picked apart and sold, rhaegar saved off her what he could, he demanded the three eggs, as well. ( and who'd refuse a demand of the head of the sacred twenty-eight ) nagini's mother , what remained of her, was laid to rest in albania, the eggs are kept in rhaegar's home.

it broke nagini's heart, of course, but at least the winged mountain had closure. and she still had rhaegar. albanian crownheads would mate and lay for life, spending their centuries with one partner only. rhaegar, in a way, fulfilled this purpose. they're together, like it's always been. and they'd stay together eternally. it's a duality, in a way, bound by soul and spirit. but ominis, too, is welcome in their merry band. all three of them knowing what it's like to be alone.

rhaegar almost knows, he has ominis. ominis knows figuratively, the gaunts abandoned him. nagini kows literally, she is the last.

at least ominis can continue the gaunt bloodlone, assuming he wishes for it, ominis is the only one worthy to do so, he is the only gaunt that does good - who can produce good. his brother's potential children would CERTAINLY inherit their father's morals and benevolent will. this expectation means a lot of preassure, of course, so rhaegar never voices these thoughts to his brother, but should ominis express a desire for children, should he have children, uncle rhaegar gaunt would be their eternal guardian. and should the bloodline grow rotten again, return to it's abyssal roots, rhaegar, too, would act as their judge and executioner.

[rh4egar]

@ominiious sent an owl. prompt.

❝ of course we get along! we are brothers! ❞

[rh4egar]

@ominiious SENT AN OWL. ❝ should i even grieve? ❞ | prompt.

his mind a focused open wound, haunted by a friendship he believed precious mere months ago; rhaegar did not dare judge sebastian for his actions, lord knew slytherin's heir had delved deeper into the dark arts than sallow had / had done many a thing much more despicable than what sebastian had committed in desperate attempts to cure his twin. gaunt was simply clever enough to not be caught by the law's prying eyes; charming enough to talk himself out of any minor disgressions he was caught in.

the undercroft was oddly silent, deprived of anne, and now sebastian. the quarted reduced to a duo. seat taken next to his brother, a pale arm finds it's way around ominis' back. a touch he'd hope offered at least some semblance of comfort / an unspoken promise between kin. that rhaegar would not leave him.

❝ you should do what feels right. ❞ his voice much too calm for someone who had lost a dear friend; but he's always been like that, hasn't he? the brilliant student never wasted much time on sorrow, regardless of circumstance, prefering action over preponderance of doubts. there was truly little that could derail ever brilliant mind. ( one of such things sits right next to him )

❝ if not for the person sebastian had become, then for the friend we used to have. ❞ the friend who lost his twin; who was drawn to the allure of the dark arts, the answers it promised / all that it meant. . . and all that it did not. sebastian had, if anything, been a cationary tale. the forbidden arts would not force him on his knees, would not tear brother from brother. merely a tool, neither a miracolous cure nor the answer to his every desire. ❝ i am with you, regardless of your choice. ❞

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@ominiious sent: 🧼

                   ˜”*°•.      Panic .  He  stood  over  the  sink ,  trembling .  Mind  bombarded  by  dozens  of  thoughts ,   fears.  What  if  someone  had  seen  him ?  What  if  someone  found  the  body ?  What  if  he  was  sent  to  Azkaban ?  There’d  be  none  to  save  Anne  then,  none  to  care  enough  to  find  the  cure .  She  was  going  to  be  condemned  to  a  life  abounded  with  pains  and  weakness - a  life  rather  short,  a  far  cry  from  what  she  deserved .  Water  gushed  out   and  he  scrubbed  and  scrubbed,  but  it  wasn’t  enough.  His  skin  refused  to  get  clean  of  the  dried  out  scarlet ,  almost  as  if  the  universe  had  decided  to  turn  its  back  on  him .  It  was  then  that  a  sudden  noise  caught  him  by  surprise ;  an  instead  panic  flooding  his  mind .  No .  There  was  no  way  he  would  be  able  to  explain  what  had  just  happened.  

❝ Ominis ? ❞  Tone  echoed  dripping  in  confusion (and  perhaps  relief)  as  he  watched  his  best  friend  approach . He  turned  off  the  faucet  - hoping  that  the  other  would  suspect  nothing .