#fraegiles

[forgaeven1]

❛⠀ right, so, um- feel free to say 'no', yeah ?⠀ ❜ he's nervous. neville quite dislikes it when he's nervous. he shouldn't be nervous, really. hermione's a friend, after all. except of course perhaps he's reminded of the very fact that he had tried asking her out on an event like this before — the yule ball, their very first — and how he'd bitten his own tongue halfway through what he thought was a decent query, and well, that was just embarrassing, wasn't it ? there'd be a good chance hermione might reject him again and if that- well, if that happens, he can't truly ask ginny to the event, could he ? he means, last time he'd heard, harry and her were sort of a thing. maybe he could ask her about it later.

anyways—

neville wipes his palms down his pants. c'mon. he's slaughtered a bloody hocrux. and hermione's a friend! she won't think he's embarrassing — aloud. he can do this.

❛⠀ i'm sorry, it's just - there's this- sort of a pretentious gala for- for the high-end— i mean, important people of the wizarding world, um, all the- the head of ministries and stuff, and- and- there'll be a lot, see, a lot of noble families there because it's doubled as a charity event and um. well, my gran — 'ave you met her ? i feel like you should; she would've loved you — b-but yeah. um. usually she'd attend these things herself or, if she were truly desperate, she'd sent in uncle algie, but i suppose she thinks it's high time i'd step up as um, as — you know — as a someone to represent m' family, and i was wonderin' if you'd be- if you'd be available? that is, as, uh, my plus-one. 'course, no pressure. you- you can say no. you can always say 'no', hermione. ⠀ ❜

@fraegiles — starter call

[pickpetals]

@fraegiles, ❝ we're just kids, we aren't supposed to heroes. ❞

head is in his hands, fingers rubbing over tired eyes beneath his glasses to conceal the emotion that makes them glisten. sleep deprivation will turn the strongest man weak, but he knows better than to believe that sirius wouldn't be able to see through him as though he's transparent in nature. the words are heard but not absorbed — if not them, then who? their childhood died the second that the world came crashing down, leaving the responsibility on their shoulders. maybe the same responsibility is imagined by the boy who offers to carry without ever releasing his own unbearable weight, but it feels as real as the cool air pushing in through the cracked window and the sorrow in his heart. ❝ sorry, being a bit of a downer, aren't i? ❞ a forced laugh bubbles through his lips, forever the rock and never the crushed. showing weakness forces other people to begin supporting, but he's the one who is meant to be uplifting and not uplifted. ❝ bloody exhausted is all. ❞

[waystelandmoved]

“i could've done more. and that ain't up for debate. i know it in my bones, and i gotta live with it.”    every day for the rest of your life,    the haunted nature of knowing all of your friends were dead,  and there was nothing you could have done to stop it,  no matter how hard you fought  [you survived despite,  was there a reason?]

@fraegiles , starter call.

[outguilt]

❛ i don't take chances anymore. ❜ his fingers brush over the gun tucked into the back of his jeans. he wasn't the fastest draw but he did okay most times. thankfully, the handful of people he came across every few weeks were even worse than he was. most times, he won. but something told him he wouldn't be winning against this older man today. ❛ i've been screwed over one too many times. so unless you want to be killed . . . i'd suggest you go. ❜ / @fraegiles

[burygods]

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[trueblu3-a]

" YOU SEEM DIFFERENT FROM HOW THEY TALK ABOUT YOU. "

      " oh?   &   how is it that they talk about me? "   your brows raise   &   the smile on your face is so fake its sickening.   to have a reputation this young is a blessing in disguise:   &   you have earned every bit of it.   " let me guess.. "   hands fall to your side as you walk a slow pace,   back   &   forth,   &   back   &   forth in front of @fraegiles.   " you didn't expect me to be so young?   some people say annoying but i think they just don't get it.   you expected someone with more resources,   someone taller? "   feet come to a screeching halt as you await your response.   the name cat used to be a play on words,   the poor orphan girl quick as a cat,   but now it means so much more.   you interject only to say:   " it better be all good things. "

[exilae-moved]

NOW SHOWING, exilae & @fraegiles ... you were hiding this from me?

" it did not feel important to tell you at the time. " your answer is straightforward, a leftover nature of the life you once lead before. honesty was at the forefront of your life, even if not verbally executed: there was honesty somewhere hidden within. a hand moves up to rub gently at your chin, a habit, as your gaze looks away from the mask of the man stood before you. " i assure you it was not my intention to not tell you as it brought me any pleasure, there is still much danger simply existing. " & time doesn't numb that fact, it instead makes it more painful... you've only become greater at hiding it, swallowing it down behind your facade & newly formed memories. " i am choosing to trust you, a choice i do not take lightly. " spine straightens & you look back to him once more. " if you betray that trust, i will know... though i'm sure that won't happen. not from a man of your honor, will it? "

[wr1tten]

the  accords  were  built  with  the  right  idea  in  mind.    she  even  signed  them.    but  the  law  wasn’t  something  she  was  known  for  following.    following orders   [ . . . ]     only  when  that  was  what  she  wanted  to  do.    who  she  would  follow,    even  into  being  a  public  enemy  once  again,    would  always  be  the  star  spangled  man.    her  head  was  buried  in  a  pillow,    lamp  light  peeking  through  the  threads,      ❝ do  you  ever  sleep? ❞      shooting  up  in  the  twin  sized  bed,    the  springs  digging  into  her  back.    five  star  hotels  weren’t  an  option  on  the  run.    eyes  narrowed  in  the  large  frame,    @fraegiles  fixated  down  at  pages  of  a  book.      ❝ i  know  you’re  ancient,    but  reading  at  one  in  the  morning?    you  eat  dinner  at  five.    this  is  just  weird. ❞

[forgaeven1]

❛⠀ you look pitiful.⠀ ❜ a cutting drawl, unapologetic. then again, draco malfoy hasn't looked as sharp as the prestige of his ancient name has promised for a while — not since the god-awful war and every aristocrat in england have flocked themselves to be in service of the dark lord. blaise was not so foolish ( he is not near as interested to be in the service of anyone, thank you very much ). the first escape he'd seen, he'd dragged his mother, half hysteric and manic she'd been, far away from the madness. they had stayed in france then, briefly in italy as well, coasting close to austria. it's only a few months ago that they'd returned to england.

the zabini estate was left in, for the lack of better word, in utter disarray. it's clear that it's been ransacked, his name undoubtedly searched for any connections to the dark lord, but it's obviously been long cleared. in the state of its mess left by the damning aurors, it has collected itself a general amount of dust. of course, ever since, it's been long cleared. the marble floor is polished; the high ceilings are left without cracks. the flowers outside bloom. lately, maman has even begun singing again.

❛⠀ i can't say i was expecting to see you this soon, malfoy. tell me - was i truly missed ?⠀ ❜

@fraegiles  — starter call

[pickpetals]

@fraegiles, ❝ should i be worried? ❞

doe eyes look up at him with a caution, making the lie get caught in his throat and knot his tongue. distance is always kept for the sake of protection, but a selfish decision was made to allow himself to be absorbed by a brightness that he's always pushed away. her intentions are much purer than his own, good girl + bad boy, but nothing will waver in his desire to keep her blissfully unaware. involving her in the knowledge of a murder that he doesn't plan to let his brother go down for will do nothing but harm them both, so he bites on the knot and swallows the obstacle. he reaches out and brushes a piece of hair behind her ear before allowing his hand to drop, offering her a closed lip smile. ❝ nah, not a thing to be worried about, shorty. heard that worryin' is bad for wrinkles, you way too young for wrinkles. ❞

[batfall-a]

* DASH PROMPT : WHAT SHATTERS YOU??

𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁 : EXHAUSTION

you have tried to be atlas for far too long. your legs tremble and shoulders creak beneath the weight of the world you carry. every step forward is a battle, yet you soldier on... for what? when will you learn that you are allowed to lower your heavy burdens?

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[outguilt]

" i'm not infected. " he holds his hands up and does his best to show the other that he's being serious. he was clean. not even a damn scratch on him at this point. at least that he could visibly see. " i'm just looking for some food. " his throat hurt within seconds from the effort of speaking. he wasn't used to it. hated it even. but he'd found situations far more difficult to deal with if he stayed silent. at least this way, people knew his intentions. " i ran out a couple days ago. " / @fraegiles

[burygods]

love is tough, but loneliness is twice as hard

[trueblu3-a]

( starter call / @fraegiles )

" okay well... i might know him. " street kids know this city the best, so you've learned, so you know. everyone else knows it too... even the man stood before you. he asks for your help, & you could do it: easily, you know exactly who he's talking about. " but what's in it for me? " arms cross over your chest, & head cants with a playful, almost mocking grin. " & before you're like: oh i'll just ask someone else –– they'll just tell you the same thing. "

[exilae-moved]

NOW SHOWING, exilae & @fraegiles ... don't try to make me feel bad.

" that was in no way my primary intention. " key word: primary, you're not in the department of lying when there is no benefit. you've learned in your own way how to remain confident, how to move through these situations without fear. chin raised up, looking at the mantle of the man who represents more than you can put into words ( how the universe has shifted around you has been nothing short of heartbreaking... so much so you can feel it as a pain within your chest ). " i'm trying to be a voice of reason, this situation you're in is incredibly unique & difficult to navigate i am sure ––– but you have to think of him as a child & not just as the youngling you're meant to care for. "

[idi0tproverbs]

@fraegiles   said:   i   don't   care   who   you   are.

      𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐧𝐨𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭   𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧   he   intended   to   have.   maybe   years   prior,   maybe   when   he   was   still   a   stark   boy   and   not   the   bastard   at   the   wall,   he   would   have   been   kinder   and   gentle.   maybe   the   years   have   roughened   his   exterior,   so   used   to   fighting   verbal   battles,   judgmental   eyes,   and   monsters.   so   on   the   defense   his   face   is   worn   with   scars   and   time   and   a   cruel   winter.   perhaps   he   had   said   the   wrong   thing   and   maybe   he   wanted   to   be   pleasing,   and   kind   [   despite   everything   ],   or   maybe   something   about   this   girl   reminds   him   of   his   younger   sister   arya.   so   her   words   cut   like   a   knife   as   if   she   had   spoken   to   him.   i   don’t   care   who   you   are   or   what   you’ve   been   through   because   we   have   all   been   through   something.   “   forgive   me,   if   i’ve   offended   you,   my   lady.   i   only   wish   to   offer   my   condolences,   ”   and   this   must   mean   something   because   everyone   knew   about   her   parentage,   the   UGLY   truth.   we   cannot   choose   family,   this   much,   jon   has   come   to   know.   she   is   not   her   family.   “   and   that,   despite   our   differences,   you   are   welcome   in   the   north.   ”   of   course,   a   feast   was   in   preparation.   the   war   was   over.   he   was   still   that   young   boy,   gripping   onto   hope   that   the   world   can   come   together.   “   it’s   not   dorne,   i   must   warn   you.   ”