#rxgius

[atercygnus]

         ❛  I’M GUESSING you’ve made up your mind, then?    ❜     a beat, sharp words like knives as they come out of her lips. she’s sitting on the edge of his bed, nails tapping against the mattress as he walks around the room, choosing and putting books away as the clock ticks.          //      @rxgius           

[volchnok]

          ❛  listen, buddy, you can just say thank you.  ❜     dimitri hates the guy. that’s the honest, gospel truth. but ---- somehow, there’s a sickening pleasure that he gets from his unique, and quite honestly stellar, ability to piss henry ackerman off. there’s a satisfaction that comes from the way that his arms cross and his brows furrow, and he presses his lips together.  ❛  it is a fact that if it wasn’t for me... well. you wouldn’t have any of this information.  ❜   

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[atercygnus]

            ❛    i don’t ----- i don’t have TIME for this, henry.   ❜    what exactly it is that she does not have time for she’s not sure ; all that she knows is that she does not have it. everything is TOO MUCH these days. too much work, too much talking, too much pain --- not enough sleep, not enough comfort, not enough peace. how long has it been since they last talked properly? more than a month, that is certain. she rests her head on her hands, closing her eyes as she takes in a deep breath.   ❛   unless you are here to tell me that the war is over ---- i can’t do this right now.   ❜

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[atercygnus]

                IT’S BEEN FOUR YEARS, and there’s this a void on the inside of her soul, one that grows and grows and grows. it’s been four years and she still can’t quite forgive herself, still can’t heal           she’ll never heal from this. the newspapers brand with a sickening pride: FOUR YEARS SINCE THE DEATH OF YOU-KNOW-WHO. they don’t leave out the death of the potters. they never do. but they leave out him. his name, his eyes, his story --- his innocence. she sits        alone         at melody’s place, and too many of them seem to be celebrating. she can’t stomach a celebration. 

                there’s a knock on the door, and she’s certain that it’s melody (she should not be this selfish. melody’s  so happy now, and everyone is too and she’s             not.    ❛   i’m coming.   ❜  

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[atercygnus]

            A SHRUNKEN FEELING,  like she’s small, irrelevant   ------   it is nothing like the one that filled her up, up, up when at her father’s house, none like the disappearance of one’s self. it’s different   :    she’s not losing herself, not this time  ----  she’s wandering inside somewhere new, somewhere that will tear through her chest and claw her heart out.      ❛    oh  wow.  ❜             //        @rxgius     

[atercygnus]

                    if you care for me in any form, you won’t give me this case.  she doesn’t say it ---- it’s an UNSPOKEN part of their relation, an unwritten agreement: feelings won’t be brought up, feelings will only complicate things. she doesn’t say it, but her features are stiff, and her eyes are SHARP  ---  but they always are, but they always have been.   ❛   i’ve told you a thousand times, henry, this case looks boring as shit. i’m not taking it.   ❜  

&& @rxgius

[veinastro]

                         ❛  she’s SLEEPING, if that’s what you want to know.   ❜       his tone is sharp, with cutting edges. in the back of his head, he can’t help wonder how he got into this situation. there are more STRANGERS in his house than faces that he knows, and there are moments where he feels as if he’s walking in eggshells in his own home    (   he doesn’t regret it, though. not really.  )

[atercygnus]

              “You’re gonna hurt yourself if you do that. That’s a terrible idea.”