[thedarlingmalfoy]

//Hi everyone. Just me popping in to let you know that, after deliberation, I will be moving Christina over to my multi with the other canon girls on @thestrongestmagic. I will be moving threads from my drafts over to there. If we have a thread that is in your drafts, if or when you reply to it, can you tag me on the multi please so I can continue from there?

[the-book-diaries]

“I’d cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.”

— Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

[musingovermusings]

                DON’T underestimate the lengths I’ll go to for the people I love.

[musingmeme-blog]

send  ❛ ♡ ❜  to suddenly hug my muse  ! 

could be angst  ,   romantic   ,  plationic  ,  etc.

[vaememes]

              ANGST  FOR  SHIPS  SENTENCE  PROMPTS .

              A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF ANGST SHIPPY PROMPTS,

                  CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED/FITTING .

❛    i   love  you.  do  you  love  me?   ❜

❛    i  thought  we  loved  each  other.    ❜

❛    why  are  you  with  him/her/them?   he’s/she’s/their  not  good  for  you.   ❜

❛    please  ..   don’t  leave  me  here  alone  to  rot.   ❜

❛    you  deserve  better.   ❜

❛    why   haven’t   answered  my  calls,   my   texts?   ❜

❛   you   vanish   for   three   days   then   decide   to   come   back   around?    ❜

❛   i’m  worried  about  you.   ❜

❛   i   don’t   know   if   what   i   feel   for   you   is   love.   ❜

❛   [ name ]   told   you  i   was  bad   for   you?   ❜

❛   you   always   pretend   you   don’t   care   but   i   know   you   do.   ❜

❛   you  don’t  love  me  anymore?   ❜

❛   why   won’t   you   ever   tell   me   that   you   love   me?   ❜

❛   you  didn’t  miss  me,   not   even   a   little? ❜

❛   can   we   just   have   one   more  kiss.   ❜

❛   don’t   say   that,   you  don’t  mean  it.    ❜

❛   please,  don’t   do   this   to   us.  ❜

❛   nothing  is   stopping  us  from  being   together   except   you.   ❜

❛   i’m  sorry,   i   won’t   do   it   again,   i   promise.   ❜

❛   i’m   not   in   love   with   you.  ❜

❛   why   are   you   doing   this?   ❜

❛   you   know   we   can’t   be   together.   ❜

❛   i’m  not   jealous,   just   curious.   ❜

❛   we’re   kissing   other   people   now?   ❜

❛   well,    you’re   not    allowed   to   leave   me,    ever.   ❜

❛   just   tell   me   where  the   hell   we    stand   at   now.    ❜

❛   stop   messing   with   my   emotions   because   you’re   unsure   of   yours.   ❜

❛   tell   me    this    isn’t    true,    please.   ❜

❛   you  broke  my   trust   which   is   worse   than   breaking   my   heart.   ❜

❛   i   can’t    always    help    when   you’re    in    trouble.  ❜

❛   i   thought   we   we’re   done.   ❜

❛   i   just   want   to   love   you,    let   me   love   you.   ❜

❛   you   pretend   you   don’t   know   me   in   front   of   your   friends.   ❜

❛    no,   i    cannot    just   be   your   friend.    it’s   not    enough   for   me.   ❜

❛    you’re    just    going   to   leave   without   saying   goodbye?   ❜

❛   i   don’t   want    anyone   else   but   you.  ❜

❛   how   can   you   treat   me   this    way?  ❜

❛   you   don’t   deserve   him/her/them,   you   deserve   better.   ❜

❛   you   know    i    will    always    love   you.   ❜

❛   you   shouldn’t   have   came   here.   ❜

❛   we    are    not   meant   to    be.  ❜

❛   you’re   not   in    love,    you’re   obsessed.    ❜

❛   i’ve   been   searching   for   you   in   everyone.   ❜

❛   do   yourself   a   favor   and   stop   loving   me.    ❜

❛    your   mother/father   didn’t   love   you   so   you   think   no   one   can.   ❜

❛    you   can’t    break   my   heart    twice.   ❜

❛    we   can   run   away    together,    start   new.  ❜

❛    can’t   you   see,    what    you’re   doing   to   me? ❜

[the-book-diaries]

“We try so hard to hide everything we’re really feeling from those who probably need to know our true feelings the most.”

— Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday

[halfxgalraxpaladin-memes]

Our muses are fighting. In the heat of the moment, my muse confesses how they truly feel. Send “What did you just say...?” For my muse’s reaction to having yelled a confession of their feelings at your muse!

Or send “I…I didn’t mean that..” For Your Muse To Yell A Confession!

[arpmemething2]

Send a “🔪“ for your muse to sneak up behind my muse and put a knife to their throat

Send “ 🔪 reverse” for my muse to sneak up on your muse and put a knife to your muse’s throat

[crook-for-hire]

Give my muse unwanted advice!

[ijaazat]

Natalie Diaz

[epivskey]

The Founders as Women: Salazar Slytherin

Sly and cunning, she was not unlike many of the students she brought into her house

Ravenclaw | Gryffindor | Hufflepuff

[serpent-tongued-lie]

More Than They Seem

[serpent-tongued-lie]

thedarlingmalfoy‌:

Christina had watched the exchange between the snake and Tom and had smiled when Tom had told her that Nagini was the snake’s name. It was an interesting name, certainly the type of name to turn heads so as to speak. Christina was content enough to have Nagini welcome in their home for as long as she wanted. She had long ago learned that animals were best to be given space to make their own decisions and she never would have thought of her as a pet. Christina didn’t really do pets, didn’t like the idea of captivity. She had regularly been rebuked for setting free some of the animals in the grounds of Malfoy Manor although the peacocks had seemed particularly resistant to leaving. 

Christina and Tom had worked together as a team, a true partnership, to ensure that all Nagini’s needs would be met and Christina made a mental note to stop by one of the muggle pet stores to purchase some rats for Nagini to eat. She was not particularly keen on entering a muggle establishment but she couldn’t abide the thought of giving a magical rat to the snake. She wasn’t overly keen on consuming another animal but her choice to vegetarian was not going to be suitable for Nagini. Who had ever heard of a vegetarian snake after all? 

“I am afraid that I’m going to have to ask you to translate more often if I am going to speak with Nagini. Have you seen the intelligence in her eyes?” She looked from Tom back to Nagini, a touch of fondness already in her smile. “I do believe you are a rather unique snake Nagini.”

Christina had settled easily enough in bed that night and had rolled over to face Tom, reaching her hand out to brush her fingers through his hair, her gaze searching his face, a slight crease of worry in her brow. 

“How are you feeling about all of this? You seemed quite upset earlier and, no wonder, poor Nagini stuck in such a terrible position.” Her words were a gentle whisper in the still of the night. She knew she should be trying to sleep but she wouldn’t be able to rest easy without checking on how he was doing. Tom had always kept his feelings to himself for the most part but she’d seen a hint of something deeper and darker beneath the surface. 

“I have indeed,” Tom said with an approving smile. “If she proves to be as intelligent as I suspect she is, I may ask her to become my familiar.”

Indeed, if Christina, who was even more intuitive than he was, suspected Nagini of being intelligent, Nagini would be more than suitable for the position Tom had in mind for her, and from the hint of fondness he had seen in Christina’s eyes, he rather doubted that she would have anything against the idea (not as though her opinion in this regard was of any concern to him).

“And very well. I would be happy to lend you a helping hand if you wish to converse with her as well.”

After all, he had seen how positively animals responded to Christina, hence he concluded having her interact with his serpentine visitor would be beneficial to his attempts at earning her trust.

As he repeated Christina’s words to the snake, something stirred in the snake’s eyes – something that almost made her gaze appear human for a moment – and Tom’s sharp mind filed the observation away for a later point; he had already noticed that there was something off about Nagini.

“Christina is correct,” he hissed softly. “I, too, believe that you are a most intriguing individual, hence I am most looking forward to learning more about you.”

When the snake didn’t respond, he added, “You must be rather tired, yes? In that case, you may rest. Good night, Nagini.”

When Christina and Tom had reclined themselves in their shared bed, it didn’t come as a surprise to him that she had been dwelling on his uncharacteristically strong reaction to Nagini’s circumstances, and while it was tempting to tell her to mind her own business (for Tom wasn’t one to be comfortable speaking about his emotions), he quickly realized that from a long-term perspective, it was far more prudent to allow his significant other to act on her caring nature.

It was for that reason that he leaned into Christina’s caress and briefly closed his eyes before saying, “Nagini would have died, had I not found her in time, and the mere thought of it deeply unsettles me. However, please don’t worry about me, when it is her who barely escaped death. It truly means a lot to me that you, too, have contributed to making her feel welcome at our home.”

[thedarlingmalfoy]

Christina knew how important snakes were to Tom and it made perfect sense to her considering the gift that had been passed down to him from Salazar Slytherin himself. She did not possess such a gift and she never could but she did possess the nature to consider and care for animals and it was that which drew them to her. There was something about Nagini though and Christina couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. Irrespective of that though, she was a guest in their home and most welcome indeed. When he told her that he was considering Nagini to be his familiar she nodded along, accepting his desire as she so often did. 

“She will be particularly impressive as a familiar. You could not have chosen better.” She replied, smiling kindly at Tom and then glancing back at Nagini. Tom continued to hiss to Nagini but the snake did not respond and Christina placed a hand on Tom’s shoulder, indicating with a slight jerk of her head for them to leave. The poor thing probably needed her rest and they would be best to give it to her. 

As they lay in bed together, she listened to him speak and silently thrilled that he had responded to her ministrations. There were times where Tom was not as receptive as she knew he could be and she was grateful that this was not one of those times. 

“She will be safe here with us and the important thing to remember is that you liberated her. The past cannot be changed my love; yours or mine or hers, but the future is ours for the taking.”

[serpent-tongued-lie]

The Celebration

thedarlingmalfoy​:

In that moment, Christina had that disconcerting feeling that sometimes came upon her out of the blue. It was almost as though her intuition was trying to tell her something, or perhaps it was her paranoia. This feeling came over her, telling her that there was something deeper, something more beyond Tom’s insistence that his rejection of her was because the risk outweighed the benefits. He would tell her that he was concerned for her safety, that he missed her and her heart would cling onto it as though it were everything she wanted and needed while her mind was suspicious. 

“Are you ashamed of me Tom?” She asked, taking a step away from him, putting further distance between them both emotionally and physically. She tried to keep her tone fairly even, trying to stop the emotion intruding. Rather than sounding upset, she sounded more contemplative than anything else. 

Tom willed his brow to furrow in a subtle frown. “I apologize if my words and actions have given you that impression,” he said, and his tone was apologetic and simulated sincerity.

“Truth be told, I have long longed for the day I would at last be able to present you to our society as mine and mine alone, yet I do not wish to see you harmed. I consider it my duty to ensure your well-being and safety, to shield you from those who may regard you with ill intent.”

And he sighed heavily, seemingly plagued by conflicting thoughts.

On the inside, however, Tom was curious at best – curious whether Christina would display a willingness to discard even more of her morals and allow him to craft her into the sharp vision he had envisioned her as for years.

He had, after all, always held a morbid fascination for the great lengths most normal humans would go because emotions and sentiments Tom could only comprehend on a rational level compelled them to.

[thedarlingmalfoy]

She believed that he wished to possess her, she could feel that within every interaction they had with one and other but she was somewhat conflicted, some of her instincts attempting to tell her that something was wrong. She shoved that feeling away, choosing to focus on his words and the sincerity within them. He longed for it just as she longed for it although perhaps not as much. Still, the longing was there and it was good to know that she was not alone in that regard. 

“Tom, listen to me.” She moved forward again and placed a hand on his shoulder, her other hand stroking the side of his face. Her tone was soft as though she were whispering some affirmation of love to him. “I made a vow that I would always support you and stand by your side and I meant every word of it. I want to walk with you, I will walk with you, no matter where it takes me.”

[blueeyedslytherin]

thedarlingmalfoy‌:

Christina couldn’t stand another moment in this courtroom, in this place where families were torn asunder. It was in this moment perhaps more than any other that her thoughts were almost in unity with the doctrine that had been read to her by her ex husband. The Ministry were an entity of dark intent in themselves, allowing their decisions to be guided by petty revenge and jealousy, breaking families apart because they could. She could tell that Narcissa was in such a strong level of emotional distress that she would need a great amount of comfort and that would not be done in this place. Christina had to get her and Draco home to safety. 

When Draco relaxed his grip around his mother and Narcissa stood on her own, Christina took hold of Narcissa’s hand, squeezing and nodding her agreement with Narcissa’s question. Oh they were going to leave and they would not return. She could not stay here any longer, not without destroying the courtroom and most of the Wizengamot members who were in there. She could take some comfort in the fact that they were at war and that some of the people who had passed down such a harsh judgement were probably going to die or feel the bone deep anguish of losing their own loved ones. 

Christina was strong and firm as she led Narcissa and Draco out of the Ministry, holding herself tall and proud. When the Daily Prophet published photographs of them, the nation would see a grieving wife with a strong son and the formidable matriarch of the Malfoy family and as kind as Christina could be, she was intimidating and dangerous to those who would threaten her family. She also knew that there was a face of strength that needed to be presented to the world so the wolves would not descend. Even if they did, she would dispatch them easily and quickly. She had been unable to protect Lucius but she would protect Narcissa and Draco. The only evil that she could not save them entirely from was Tom but, if it came to that, she would damned well do everything she could. 

It did not take them too long to return home, and when they walked out of the fireplace into the Lounge, she asked Draco to close it to prevent any intrusion while she led Narcissa to take a seat on the sofa. She sat down beside Narcissa, her body angled towards her niece.

“We will get through this Cissa, do you hear me? Our family has faced worse threats than this and survived. This is temporary, Lucius will be released. I will not rest until he is back home with us.”

     Leaving the Ministry of Magic has been a blur for Narcissa, only seeming to be aware of things here and there. She was struck by little details but the big picture seemed to be burned at the edges, her mind not all the way there. Her sense of self seemed to have been left back in the courtroom, left standing there like a ghost watching the love of her life be taken away so she might never see him again. She knew logically that she was walking, that her son was near her and that brought her comfort. She was also brought a sense of peace by knowing that in this moment she didn’t have to be in charge, she didn’t have to be perfect. Christina was here to help with that. 

     Narcissa had spent her entire life feeling like she had to be nothing but perfect, like she was not allowed to have fault or feeling, like she could not risk being seen with a single hair out of place or without a smile on her face. She felt as though she were a living doll, porcelain wrapped in silk, that she was a drawing of the perfect woman that could not crack or leave her frame. But right now she was cracking, the paint at the corner of her portrait chipping away as if touched too closely by cigarette smoke over a long period of time. The frame and the picture of their perfect family was no longer a bright gold as it used to be, rusting away now that one member of the family was gone. What would they do without him? What would they be without him? She didn’t like the answer to either of those questions, and she didn’t like the realities attached to those answers.

     She followed Christina out of the ministry, so like every other step she took since the moment that Lucius was pronounced guilty, it was a blur. She couldn’t tell you how many people took pictures of her, she couldn’t tell you how long it took them to get home, and she couldn’t exactly tell you the moment they got home. All she knew was that one moment the ground beneath her was gone and then the next it was back, the flashing was gone and the colored bulbs at the corners of her vision began to lighten until they were no longer there. She looked around after they entered what used to be home, so aware of how tainted and empty it was now.

     She had so many lovely memories in this house, ones that seemed to lessen the horror of the home she had grown up in. Where Black Manor echoed with the ever faint sound of her father‘s screaming, the floors scuffed from thrown glass bottles, the wallpaper stained with blood, Malfoy Manor had always been different. Malfoy Manor had been warm even if the colors were dark, though the architecture was cold it felt more like home than anything she’d ever known before. She could remember Draco taking his first steps in his father’s office, the way Lucius had put his work aside immediately to involve himself in the moment. She could remember the first time that Lucius told her he wanted her, that he wanted to give their relationship a real chance. She could remember the first time she saw him in the garden, surprised he knew how to plant flowers and keep them alive better than she could. The first time he tried to teach her to cook had been a mess for the kitchen but a beautiful day for them. Family dinners and holidays, nights wrapped up in her husband‘s arms away from cameras where the only person they had to worry about was their son. Their life has been perfect in this house, they have been a family in his house, she and Lucius had fallen in love in this house. But what was this house now without him?

     Dark. That’s what the house was without him, dark, cold and meaningless. Much like her world, Malfoy Manor now held no joy and no hope. She became suddenly aware of how dark it was, how cold a room could be even with a lit fire, of how much around the house reminded her of him. As she sat down and Christina tried to convince her everything would be all right, that Lucius would return, she couldn’t bear to let herself believe her. She wasn’t calling her a liar but she was unable to believe her. She was overly hopeful, he would never come back. And even if he came back physically he would never be himself again. She saw what prison had done to her sister, what it had done to her brother-in-law, people didn’t go in there even for a year and come out the same person, let alone if he ended up there as long as they were.

     She knew she would wait for him, there could never be anyone but him. She would never give up on him, never stop loving him, never love anyone but him. But she knew that if he came back at all, he would merely be a shell of the man that she had married. Would his smile even be as bright? Would his eyes hold that same sparkle they often did when he looked at her? What would be left of her husband? What would be left of him in the husk of a man before her? She didn’t think there would be much. But she thought there might be something. She just didn’t know what. And she thought that perhaps if there was something she wouldn’t really believe it. Maybe it was all bullshit, maybe it was all a lie. She didn’t really know. All she knew was that she was unsettled.

     “How can you be so positive at a time like this?“ She asked, though her voice sounded void of all emotion, as if her very soul was gone without him. “People don’t just get out of that place, they either die there or get broken out. I was fortunate enough to have family broken out once I highly doubt it will happen a second time. He isn’t coming back Christina…he’s never coming back,“ she said, her voice shaking as if a panic attack were mounting inside of her. “Oh gods…what if he dies in there? Christina what if he dies in there?“ She asked, turning to look at her, eyes wide as if she were an innocent child looking for answers from their mother. 

     “I don’t know what I’ll do if he dies in there, if I never see him again. They didn’t even let him say goodbye,“ she said, shaking her head as tears once more filled her eyes and the reality of the situation set into her bones. “They didn’t…they didn’t even let him say goodbye…they didn’t…“ She seem to trail off as her breath seemed to come in heavier bouts, her chest aching. They didn’t even let him say goodbye.

[thedarlingmalfoy]

There was a clear answer to that question and Christina was loath to give it and yet she knew that he had to. Narcissa had every right to know, she was a part of this family and Christina loved her as though she were one of her own. In a way, Narcissa was and had been since they had agreed to work together on the conception ritual that had brought Draco into their lives. He was the light of Narcissa’s world just as Lucius was the light of Christina’s. The loss of him ached within her and she sharply pushed away the images and thoughts of his fear in Azkaban. Tom had done this, as he had done everything in her life that had brought her pain and suffering. This, for once, had not been a punishment levelled at her. Instead, her suffering would have been a pleasant side effect. He had done this to punish Lucius for his foolishness and Christina feared what the next step would be. She knew the depths to which Tom would sink to hurt other’s and even as they were huddled together, the broken family still trying to continue on, she knew there was more to come. 

“Listen to me, he will come home. I don’t know how long but Lucius will come home. I know this. I know it as though it is the very truth of my heart. This is a punishment for mistakes made, it is not for disloyalty for this family has always been loyal to the Dark Lord.” Christina paused here, taking in a deep breath that was almost shaky. 

“If I must do so then I shall petition the Dark Lord directly.” She told Narcissa firmly, reaching out to gently stroke her hair, the two of them looking for all the world as though they were mother and daughter. “You must remain strong though Narcissa. Keep this house the way it has always been so that when my boy comes home, he comes to the place he has always known.” There was a rawness of emotion as she spoke, her voice quivering slightly when she uttered the words ‘my boy’. 

[thedarlingmalfoy]

Christina and Tom were never officially divorced although it could be considered that they were based on the whole trying to kill her thing. Her priority love in a romantic sense is him or, should I say, the man he once was. She still believes that, deep down, that man still exists and that perhaps one day she can reach him. That being said, I am absolutely open for Christina having dalliances and relationships with others. The idea that she would go through all those years of her life without any romantic entanglements is ludicrous. 

So, if you are interested in discussing shipping with Christina then please let me know. 

[rpsentences]

SENTENCE STARTERS | SKYRIM ( DARK BROTHERHOOD )

feel free to change pronouns as you please! ____ signifies a place where you can insert a name.

❝ The sins of the unworthy must be baptised in blood and fear. ❞ ❝ If you shirk your duties, you’ll get an extra beating. Am I clear? ❞ ❝ You’re warm, dry and still very much alive…More than can be said for ____. ❞ ❝ Don’t misunderstand, I’m not critising you. That was a good kill. ❞ ❝ Your kill was my contract. That was a kill you stole, thus a kill you must repay. ❞ ❝ Make your kill. I just want to observe and admire. ❞ ❝ Well, well…Aren’t we the overachiever? ❞ ❝ Repayment of your debt is but a discreet knife thrust away. ❞ ❝ Please, let me go…I’ve done nothing to you! ❞ ❝ A day goes by without someone trying to gut me in the street, I get disappointed. ❞ ❝ Why stop here? I say we take our relationship to the next level. ❞ ❝ We won’t find a safer place than this…We should get comfortable. ❞ ❝ The silence suits you…Gives you an air of mystery. ❞ ❝ So you’re the newest member of our dwindling, dysfunctional little family? ❞ ❝ I give you three days before you screw up and someone runs a knife down your throat. ❞ ❝ This isn’t particularly glamorous work…Doesn’t pay much either. ❞   ❝ Make no mistake: I am the leader here, and my word is law. Are we clear? ❞ ❝ I’ve never been much for religion. I kill because it’s what I’ve been trained to do. ❞ ❝ It only hurts when I laugh. Hahah– Owww… ❞ ❝ There is more knowledge in me than in anyone, and knowledge…knowledge is my weapon. ❞ ❝ Well, you know the old saying. When life gives you lemons… …go murder a clown. ❞ ❝ I hear this business is extremely cutthroat…And those hours, they’re murder. ❞ ❝ Congratulations. You are truly an opponent to be feared. ❞ ❝ I want ____ to be hunted down and murdered like the dog he/she is! ❞   ❝ I need your assistance with a matter of a more…personal nature. ❞  ❝ Erratic is an understatement. I do believe you’re truly mad. ❞ ❝ What are you planning? I fear treachery… ❞ ❝ I found out you were discovered and I feared the worst. Are you okay? ❞ ❝ I’m the leader of this family. I will not have my authority so easily dismissed. ❞ ❝ Something’s happening here. I’m not entirely sure what it is, so we need to find out. ❞ ❝ No sarcasm – you faced a vampire, and lived to tell the tale. Well done. ❞ ❝ The only good bard is a dead one, as far as I’m concerned. ❞ ❝ So much has led to this day…So much planning…Now, it’s as if the stars have aligned. ❞ ❝ If we pull this off, we’ll receive a fear and respect we haven’t seen in years. ❞ ❝ You think I’d abandon an opportunity to lead us to glory?! ❞ ❝ You naughty boy/girl. Hiring me to help you rise above your station? ❞   ❝ I hope you have something nice to wear, because you’re going to a wedding. ❞ ❝ You speak like you know this land, it’s people…but you don’t. ❞ ❝ I figured you could use a hand when the chaos erupted. You okay? ❞   ❝ Your soul will serve me in death as it has in life. ❞ ❝ You’re being paranoid. I’m inspecting security, not charging off into battle. ❞ ❝ Just try to relax. Let the elixir do its work; you’ll feel better, shortly. ❞ ❝ You were very brave. ____ may well be dead if not for you. ❞ ❝ This should never have happened. We knew better and we still let our guard down… ❞ ❝ This would have been funny, had you not tried to murder us all. ❞ ❝ You reek of death…I like it. ❞ ❝ I’ll be forever in your debt, dearest brother/sister. Now…be quiet, just rest. ❞ ❝ I’ve got to admit, you’re good with that butter knife you call a weapon. ❞ ❝ I respect your abilities, but could you slow it down a bit? I’m not what I used to be. ❞ ❝ Maybe we could just forget about all this? Let bygones be bygones? ❞ ❝ Once again, you have proven yourself a born assassin. ❞ ❝ It’s time for the final stage of our grand operation! ❞ ❝ Killing someone can be useful, but befriending them can be more beneficial. Wouldn’t you agree? ❞ ❝ That was, by far, the most insufferable decoy we’ve ever employed. ❞ ❝ I’m going to kill you and butcher every one of your miserable little friends. ❞ ❝ It’s only a matter of time before we’re roasted alive! Come on! ❞ ❝ In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly built for manual labour. ❞ ❝ You’ve been through a lot…Maybe you should sit down and rest for a bit. ❞ ❝ I was a fool. All of this…all of this is my fault. ❞ ❝ I thought I could save us…I was wrong. ❞ ❝ There’s still a chance? But how? Our plan has gone to ruin. ❞ ❝ This place…We could make a proper home here. ❞ ❝ Come now, don’t be shy. You haven’t come this far to stand there gawking. ❞ ❝ You and I have a date with destiny, it seems. ❞

[corda-comminuta]

Magic of the Ancients

thedarlingmalfoy​:

To know that he had created his first horcrux all those years ago when they had first met, when she had first began to fall for him. He had killed by that point, she had always been courting a murderer. She had known after enough time had passed that he had killed but that he had done so when he was still a student, the moment temporarily paralysed her. She wanted to know who and then, all of a sudden, her mind offered her the answer. There was a student, muggle born, who had died. Tom was responsible for that. 

She could hardly believe that this conversation was happening. There was a part of her that felt spiteful, that didn’t want to help Tom and yet she knew that she would have to. She knew that she could not stand there with all this knowledge and do nothing. It was not in her nature and yet, in order to accomplish such a thing as Nagini had mentioned, it would require the deepest level of dark magic and that frightened her truly. Christina had not done dark magicks, she had stayed as far from it as was possible, specialising in a magic that was rooted more in healing than anything else. 

“Nagini. Do you realise what you will have to do in order to accomplish this?”

“I will have to spill blood – blood you may think of as innocent – and no small amounts of it,” Nagini stated unflinchingly, no longer hindered by morals she had discarded decades before.

“They would refer to me as an underbeing and cage me like a common beast even before my curse prevented me from walking the Earth as a woman. So why should I feel compassion for them and betray the man who empowered me, who allowed me to claim and reclaim what should have been mine in the first place?”

Indeed, only her own death could prevent her from pursuing her ambitions, from doing anything for the man who had saved her when all she had known was pain and bottomless despair, and while she hoped that Christina would come to understand her, not even her friend’s disapproval could weaken her resolve.

“I won’t ask you to become my accomplice, Christina,” she therefore said, “yet I must urge you against forcing my hand in any attempts of yours to dissuade or stop me.”

After all, she did not want to hurt the woman whose kindness Nagini had never once taken for granted.

[thedarlingmalfoy]

She had asked the question more out of shock than anything else. She knew Nagini well enough to know that she would have researched all this thoroughly, that she would be more than aware of what must be done, of the sacrifice. If it had been a sacrifice of herself then Christina would have understood better, been able to reconcile that within herself and justify it but the blood would be innocent and she didn’t know if she could do that. She glanced down at her hands, almost as though she could see the blood staining them already, hear the cry of the souls they would speed into the life beyond here, whatever that may be. 

“Not all of them Nagini. If you were targeting those who had caused such harm to you then I could accept that for that would be a form of justice but these people will have to be innocent and blameless.” Christina knew that she couldn’t prevent Nagini from doing this. She knew her friend well enough to know that it would happen regardless. of what she said and so she sighed and bowed her head, her hair swinging forward like a curtain to shield her face. 

“I will not stop you.” She announced after a few moments, the words barely above a whisper. The weight of what Nagini would do lay heavily on Christina. She would bear the cross, she would bear the sin.