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[voidsoullarc]

“Let me be your killer king.” ( for dark lord harry )

panic! at the disco meme.  //  @ophiiiuchus  

       ever since the war, ever since that devastating day when SO MUCH was taken from you, there has been a pit inside of you. a darkness, reaching out-- consuming everything, ANYTHING in sight. craving power, craving control. sucking it out of every last thing it could wrap itself around. tendrils of darkness, shifting, suffocating.   all in a DESPERATE PLEA, an attempt at just finding SOMETHING to keep a hold of. to find some form of balance in a world where it felt as if everything you loved, truly did become everything you lost. 

  it is a feeling that seems to never go away, no matter how much you try to stuff it full, block it up.   and even with draco before you, even with the CONSTANT evidence that he will not leave you, will not be TAKEN by deaths grip-- you still fear it. still fight, hard as possible, to make this world a beautiful and perfect place, one that he could survive in. 

                    ( it no longer shocks you, the lengths you will go to ensure it. ) 

  so-- his words cause lips to lift. a PRIDE, a satisfaction set deep within, causing your very soul to squirm, to relish in the delight of KNOWING, that he too, would do so much for you.   --would stand at your side, even in darkness. 

 hand comes to delicately touch, fingertips dancing against his jawline before trailing down, holding at his neck. a brief pause, before sliding back and tightening in his hair as you push against him-- chest to chest, heart to heart.   ( you long to see them forged together, beating as one. no greater form of protection. )   

   “i could ask for no better king at my side, than you.” nose brushes against his for a brief moment before the deep, overpowering kiss is stolen-- knocking the breath out of you as fingers squeeze, pulling on his hair.  and you wonder if perhaps someday, this hole inside of you might finally be full. surely, with him at your side, it’s possible? 

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✦･ﾟ･ﾟ﹡ @ophiiiuchus​ ; s.c

                                                   EMPTY.  yes.  that  appeared  to  be  the  word  that  could  describe  everything  the  moment  that  she,  alongside  her  son  stepped  foot  back  inside  the  manor.  her  husband's  TRIAL,  his  subsequent  incarceration  the  torturous  venture  in  which  they  were  RETURNING  from.  &&  there  was  a  part  of  her  that  wanted  to  SCREAM,  wanted  to  shout,  wanted  to  tear  this  place  apart  'til  it  was  naught  but  rubble,  but  ruin  beneath  her  feet,  for  it  wasn't  FAIR,  it  hadn't  been  his  fault,  but  he  was  the  one  they  were  BLAMING,  the  one  they  were  pinning  the  blame  'pon  because  it  was  the  EASIEST  option,  &&  she'd  see  them  all  pay  for  this,  she  would.  but  right  now,  she  wouldn't  -- she  couldn't.  for  HE  needed  her  now,  her  son  --- now  more  than  EVER,  &&  she  had  to  be  strong  for  him,  to  place  another  façade  atop  the  COUNTLESS  that  she  already  adorned.  for  what  was  ONE  MORE  ??  one  more  mask  to  wear,  to  CONCEAL  the  cracks  forming  beneath  the  surface  ??  it  was  necessary,  it  had  never  been  more  so.  

                            but  it  was  SILENTLY  composing  herself  that  the  matriarch  turned  to  face  him,  &&,  oh,  he  looked  so  much  like  his  FATHER,  he  always  had  done,  but  now  twined  with  the  PRIDE  that  she  always  came  to feel  was  a  MELANCHOLY, for  every  time  she  looked  'pon  him  she  was  to  be  reminded  of  lucius'  FATE.  alas,  it  was  something  that  narcissa  would  have  to  put  ASIDE  now,  because  she  KNEW  that  times  ahead  of  them  were  going  to  be  difficult,  the  whispers,  the  looks,  the  emptiness.  but  they  would  PREVAIL, they  were  malfoy's  after  all  && that's  what  they  did,  they  rose  to  the  top  no  matter  how  HIGH  the  height  they  came  to  fall  from.  ❝   come,  draco,    ❞ she  spoke  finally,  tones  steady,  akin  to  DEVOID  of  emotion  if  the  ear  was  UNTRAINED,  didn't  know  what  to  listen  for.  ❝   tea,  in  the  drawing  room,  ❞ &&  forced  was  the  smile  that  came  to  FOLLOW, hollow,  && once  again  empty  as  heeled  footsteps  finally  came  to  move  from  their  rooted  spot  in  the  foyer.

[llvgd-a]

‘ ugh , fine . Just take my shoes , Lovegood . ‘ stretch out hand to offer her the pair , before you huff and roll your eyes , cheeks a gentle heat , ‘ honestly , you’re hopeless . ‘ ( I HAD TOO SORRY )

☾.*･｡ﾟ @ophiiiuchus​​

adhesive  canvas  becomes  painted  with  ivory  rime  /  moisten  smog  naturally  absorbing  the  chilling  temperature  of  wintry  brittle.  the  first  snowfall  descends  upon  empyrean  sky  ;  (  softly  /  elegantly  )  there  stood  tranquility  with  all  of  its  fervent  glory,  the  blessing  of  the  land,  and  prayer  of  seasonal  metamorphosis.  and  from  this  image,  the  moon  raven  exists  within  the  present.  her  slender  fingers  reaching  out  for  the  falling  flakes  of  snow,  as  silvery  eyes  watches  as  the  fragile  ice  melts  from  the  palm  of  her  hand.  it  is  cold,  yet  she  finds  herself  embarking  alongside  protuberant  gaze  and  wide  glistening  smiles.  luna  is  excited,  like  a  child  experiencing  the  grandeur  of  winter’s  wonderland  for  the  first  time.  mind  dangerously  above  the  clouds,  it  was  only  when  she  ventures  further  into  the  castle’s  courtyard  did  expose  flesh  strike  chills  from  her  bare  feet.  

body  immediately  recoils  upon  whim,  and  she  is  reminded  once  more  of  the  unfortunate  circumstance  befalling  her  fate.  (  the  nargles  are  up  to  no  good  )  and  just  like  before,  it  seems  like  she  has  become  the  main  target  of  their  mischievous  pranks.  her  shoes  was  perhaps  one  of  the  many  things  they  have  taken  from  her  thus  far.  of  course,  she  remains  rather  grateful  that  her  house  scarves  and  pink  coat  was  left  perfectly  at  place.  the  ground  was  cold,  and  rather  unforgiving.  she  knows  she  cannot  risk  staying  out  for  long,  lest  she  be  exposed  to  frostbites  and  the  common  cold,  but  how  could  she  resist  the  allure  of   the  first  day  of  winter  ?  ❝  don’t  you  find  it  fascinating,  draco  ?  ❞  angelic  voice  finds  themselves  naturally  drawn  out  to  him  as  she  turns  around  to  her  heel.  ❝  there  is  this  muggle  saying  that  states  there  are  no  two  snowflakes  that  are  alike  ….  do  you  suppose  it  could  be  true  ?  ❞  head  tilts  quietly  with  unveiled  curiosity,  she  is  looking  only  at  him.  wonder  dwells  neatly  inside  silvery  orbs  and  with  purse  lips,  she  stands  patiently  in  place.

the  young  ravenclaw  remains,  but  she  can  feel  the  scorching  cold  already  plastered  on  her  flesh.  she  switches  feet  in  between  motions,  and  she  does  her  best  to  keep  herself  warm.  she  is  fidgeting  now,  body  shaking  ——  yet  iron  will  refuses  to  back  down.  (  she  can  see  his  concern  hidden  within  his  eyes  and  the  perplex  gesture  that  tugs  within  solemn  gesture  ),  he  probably  sees  her  mad,  but  she  knows  he  would  never  label  her  as  such  out  loud.  he  has  a  good  heart,  after  all  —  and  though  she  doesn’t  mind  being  called  such  things,  she  does  appreciate  the  extent  of  his  troubles.  ❝  are  you  maybe  wondering  what  happened  to  my  shoes  ?  ❞  she  follows  his  gaze,  ❝  i  lost  it  to  the  nargles  earlier  today,  so  i’ve  been  looking  for  it  …  but  it  was  snowing,  you  see  … ❞  and  just  like  that,  her  interest  shifts  and  finds  herself  no  longer  preoccupied  with  something  so  mundane  as  shoes.

“  ugh,   fine.  just  take  my  shoes,  lovegood.  you’re  hopeless.”

although  she  senses  a  hinge  of  exasperation  in  his  voice,  and  the  obvious  annoyance  dip  within  spoken  tongue   ——  luna  is  quick  to  understand  his  kind  gesture  as  he  urges  her  to  accept  his  offering.  ❝  but  then  you’ll  be  the  one  that  is  cold, ❞  at  first,  she  is  reluctant.  honey  dew  brows  furrows  gently  onto  perplexed  countenance  as  doe  eyes  eagerly  welcomes  him  to  retract  his  wondrously  kind  offer.  after  all,  no  one  has  ever  taken  off  their  shoes  for  her  before.  she  does  not  know  how  to  react,  yet  she  acknowledges  the  fact  that  her  feet  was  starting  to  grow  numb.  for  a  moment,  she  resigns  herself  and  with  her  brilliantly  creative  mind,  a  bargain  was  declared.  ❝  if  you  are  really  alright  with  it,  than  i will  gladly  take  you  up  on  that.  thank  you  draco.  ❞  without  wasting  another  second,  she  merrily  accepts  his  rather  large  footwear  and  places  her  dainty  feet  inside.

❝  in  exchange,  you  can  borrow  my  scarf  …  i  only  ask  that  you  go  straight  to  your  room  and  retrieve  your  spare  shoes,  okay  ?  ❞  usually  stern,  she  can  only  offer  him  with  what  was  currently  left  to  her  disposal.  hand  quickly  removes  her  bronze  and  blue  scarf,  the  gentle  raven  can  only  lasso  it  onto  the  nape  of  the  serpent’s  neck.  her  toes  lifting  her  fragile  form,  if  only  to  further  accommodate  the  obvious  difference in  height.  ❝  you  have  a  nice  facial  structure,  did  you  know  that  ?  it  is  rather  strong  and  naturally  attractive,  so  you  don’t  need  to  worry  about  wearing  another  house’s  scarf.  it  looks  good  on  you.  ❞

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[notmagniificent-a]

09. — chocolate

                      chills like nothing he’s ever felt before start at the base of levi’s spine and steadily flow through his veins until he feels like he’s stepped into a freezer without a shirt on. broom in hand, he hadn’t even made it to the shed to change into his quidditch robes when he’s stopped by what at first only seems like the shadow of a rain cloud. it grows dark awfully quickly, all at once, despite it barely being two in the afternoon, the pale rays of winter sunshine receding within seconds as an awful silence crawls in instead. levi can see his breath coming out in ragged gasps in front of him, but that’s about all he can see. 

                                           the presence is familiar, he’s felt it before, but never been this close.

                      something frigidly cold brushes against his back, but he feels far to tired to step away, even though just moments ago he’d been fine. it’s almost like he might fall over, the way that his body sways uneasily, weak as a leaf in the wind, but he can’t even do that. not only are his feet rooted to the spot, his entire body is stiff with something that sort of feels like fear, but somehow more careless, like he’s deathly afraid but at the same time it doesn’t matter at all.

                      the white light that comes next almost does knock him off his feet, its soft warmth unfamiliar after only a few moments near the dementor’s presence. ( he has no real conception of how long it’s been. ) he squints towards it’s source, and can just about make out some sort of creature bounding after a dark, hooded figure.

                     his broom drops out of his hands once he’s just about come to his senses, and he stumbles towards this source of the spell, his usually graceful steps nearly sending him to the floor several times. draco must be drained from casting the patronus ( but levi wouldn’t know, he’s never even come close to that level of magic ). 

                      “ how did you... ? ” the question remains unfinished, the ‘thank you’ he intended never voiced. levi feels out of breath, too hot all of a sudden when the dementor is gone as quickly as it came. for once, he can’t smile his relief, or whatever it is that he’s feeling, can’t even force himself to. shaking hands dig around in his bag until he finds what he knows is there among crumpled parchment, and presses the neatly wrapped parcel into draco’s. 

                     “ chocolate, ” his voice is uncharacteristically hoarse, almost harsh in contrast to its usual melodic timbre.  “ i’ve heard it helps. ”

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