#ii. he has so many words at his disposal，he still chooses them carefully : answered.

[snappedwands]

the   sun   crests   over   rolling   hills   and   begins   to   burn   off   the   fog   and   for   a   moment   you   see   yourself   in   the   sun,   ridding   the   wizarding   world   of   the   haze   that   is   muggle   influence.   the   sun   is   not   hateful   when   it   dismisses   the   fog,   it   is   simply   doing   what   is   natural   and   right.   these   are   the   simple   rules   of   the   universe   and   who   are   you,   bright   smile   of   a   boy   with   an   affinity   for   yellow   and   the   burning   intensity   that   the   meets   the   world   every   day   at   dawn,   to   change   the   nature   of   the   sun   ?   you   are   only   correcting   the   state   of   the   world.   do   it   marvelously,   as   the   sun   does   all   things.

         𝑰 .       they   say   there   are   seven   sins   and   seven   virtues   and   that   everyone   is   one   or   another   but   you   are   more   than   your   pride,   envy,   lust,   and   greed.   you   are   more   than   your   diligence   and   patience.   i’d   call   you   temperate   but   you   are   a   glutton   for   all   the   finest   things,   do   not   let   your   pride   take   all   the   credit.   you   are   more   than   these   things   and   still   you   reduce   yourself   to   three   simple   words:   better.   than.   tom.   prove   the   world   you’re   right   so   you’re   the   only   one   who   doesn’t   have   to   say   it.

about  ·  ivy is beautiful, yes, but invasive — it will choke the life out of anything，given the chance.

aesthetic  ·  adorned in shades of yellow，he looks like summer and tastes like winter.

muse  ·  he spends his days in the shop and nights planning the next revolution.

visage  ·  beautiful boy with a charming smile，he looks like the devil in his tailored suit.

         𝑰𝑰 .       sweet   words   fall   from   full   lips   and   he   is   too   good   at   what   he   does.   scottish   brogue   dipped   in   honey,   it’s   the   kind   of   warmth   you   add   to   your   tea   for   a   little   more   sweetness.   he   has   sugar   coated   words,   too,   that   he’ll   whisper   in   your   ear.   there’s   never   been   a   prettier   devil   than   the   one   with   pretty   words.

answered  ·  he has so many words at his disposal，he still chooses them carefully.

thread  ·  careful now, keep your wits about you — enemies and allies look strangely alike.

         𝑰𝑰𝑰 .       hitch   yourself   to   these   wagons,   form   your   own   kind   of   caravan.   enemy   beside   friend   beside   lover   beside   family   and   they   all   form   the   patchwork   of   your   own   life.   they   are   beautiful   additions   and   prevent   life   from   being   the   lonely   slough   it   could   be.

knights  of  walpurgis  ·  when you write the history books，do not forget the people who stood beside you.

father  ·  i hope i’ve done enough to make you proud，to seal our name in glory.

mother  ·  i have never been more proud than to be your son.

abraxas  ·  i am not bitter when i look at you, i have yet to lose and i will continue that streak.

arabella  ·  do not duck your head when you smile，it is too lovely to be hidden.

prosperina  ·  i will crown you the queen of a new dynasty if you would just take my hand.

wanted  ·  that which will destroy me are my most desperate desires.

         𝑰𝑽 .       write   your   history   books   for   yourself,   your   children.   if   you   die   the   hero   then   let   them   know   your   story   as   you   intended   and   if   you   die   the   villain   ?   well   no   one   ever   said   you   had   to   die.

prologue  ·  look at you with the light of summer on your face，before you knew the cost of being alive.

chapter  one  ·  the world is changing ; be the one to choose its future，lay the groundwork of your legacy.

[lamentsdeath]

the   sun   crests   over   rolling   hills   and   begins   to   burn   off   the   fog   and   for   a   moment   you   see   yourself   in   the   sun,   ridding   the   wizarding   world   of   the   haze   that   is   muggle   influence.   the   sun   is   not   hateful   when   it   dismisses   the   fog,   it   is   simply   doing   what   is   natural   and   right.   these   are   the   simple   rules   of   the   universe   and   who   are   you,   bright   smile   of   a   boy   with   an   affinity   for   yellow   and   the   burning   intensity   that   the   meets   the   world   every   day   at   dawn,   to   change   the   nature   of   the   sun   ?   you   are   only   correcting   the   state   of   the   world.   do   it   marvelously,   as   the   sun   does   all   things.

         𝑰 .       they   say   there   are   seven   sins   and   seven   virtues   and   that   everyone   is   one   or   another   but   you   are   more   than   your   pride,   envy,   lust,   and   greed.   you   are   more   than   your   diligence   and   patience.   i’d   call   you   temperate   but   you   are   a   glutton   for   all   the   finest   things,   do   not   let   your   pride   take   all   the   credit.   you   are   more   than   these   things   and   still   you   reduce   yourself   to   three   simple   words:   better.   than.   tom.   prove   the   world   you’re   right   so   you’re   the   only   one   who   doesn’t   have   to   say   it.

about  ·  ivy is beautiful, yes, but invasive — it will choke the life out of anything，given the chance.

aesthetic  ·  adorned in shades of yellow，he looks like summer and tastes like winter.

muse  ·  he spends his days in the shop and nights planning the next revolution.

visage  ·  beautiful boy with a charming smile，he looks like the devil in his tailored suit.

         𝑰𝑰 .       sweet   words   fall   from   full   lips   and   he   is   too   good   at   what   he   does.   scottish   brogue   dipped   in   honey,   it’s   the   kind   of   warmth   you   add   to   your   tea   for   a   little   more   sweetness.   he   has   sugar   coated   words,   too,   that   he’ll   whisper   in   your   ear.   there’s   never   been   a   prettier   devil   than   the   one   with   pretty   words.

answered  ·  he has so many words at his disposal，he still chooses them carefully.

thread  ·  careful now, keep your wits about you — enemies and allies look strangely alike.

         𝑰𝑰𝑰 .       hitch   yourself   to   these   wagons,   form   your   own   kind   of   caravan.   enemy   beside   friend   beside   lover   beside   family   and   they   all   form   the   patchwork   of   your   own   life.   they   are   beautiful   additions   and   prevent   life   from   being   the   lonely   slough   it   could   be.

knights  of  walpurgis  ·  when you write the history books，do not forget the people who stood beside you.

father  ·  i hope i’ve done enough to make you proud，to seal our name in glory.

mother  ·  i will make the world over in our family's image，i will make you proud.

abraxas  ·  i am not bitter when i look at you, i have yet to lose and i will continue that streak.

arabella  ·  do not duck your head when you smile，it is too lovely to be hidden.

prosperina  ·  i will crown you the queen of a new dynasty if you would just take my hand.

wanted  ·  that which will destroy me are my most desperate desires.

         𝑰𝑽 .       write   your   history   books   for   yourself,   your   children.   if   you   die   the   hero   then   let   them   know   your   story   as   you   intended   and   if   you   die   the   villain   ?   well   no   one   ever   said   you   had   to   die.

prologue  ·  look at you with the light of summer on your face，before you knew the cost of being alive.

chapter  one  ·  the world is changing，either pick up and move on or get lost in the crowd.

[snappedwands]

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞  :  fruity  headcanons  prompts. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬  :  accepting. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  :  anonymous  𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  :   how  important  to  my  muse  is  their  hometown,  or  where  they’re  from  ?    are  they  proud  of  it,  or  considered  a  hometown  hero  ?  did  they  move  away,  or  do  they  wish  to  ?

laz  is  incredibly  proud  of  his  hometown  of  inverness.  though  he  has  never  been  sad  to  leave,  it’s  rooted  in  the  idea  that  he  knows  he’ll  always  come  back.  the  manor  home  there  was  a  place  that  he  has  incredibly  fond  memories  of,  from  running  around  with  his  cousins  to  elaborate  christmases  and  sweet  stories  of  accidental  magic.  this  is  also  where  he  would  spend  the  last  week  of  his  summers  before  returning  to  hogwarts,  so  it’s  always  felt  like  a  transition  from  one  home  to  another.  and  though  he’s  always  split  his  time  between  inverness  and  london,  he  can’t  help  but  favor  the  small  town  and  the  impeccable  manor  home  over  the  bustling  streets.  the  noise  of  the  city  helps  him  sleep  but  the  quiet  of  the  lake  lapping  against  the  shore  always  brings  him  home.  he  would  not  be  considered  a  hometown  hero  at  this  point  because  the  wizarding  community  is  so  small  there,  but  he  did  move  away  for  school  and  work.

𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  :   which  of  the  four  seasons  suits  my  muse  best,    and  why  ?

he’s  an  autumn  baby  but  winter  does  so  much  for  his  soul.  those  few  weeks  between  autumn  and  winter,  the  middle  of  october  to  the  early  days  of  december,  are  lazarus’  favorite  and  the  kind  that  describe  him  best.  the  leaves  have  turned  their  beautiful  colors  as  they’re  wont  to  do  in  the  end  of  the  year,  the  first  snow  has  come  of  the  season,  and  life  and  death  have  shown  that  they  are  both  clearly  present,  that  neither  gives  way  to  the  other.  the  fall  is  beautiful  but  winter  lingers  in  his  bones  and  he  is  not  the  type  to  tell  the  cold  to  leave,  he  just  asks  the  crisp  fall  days  to  stay  a  little  while  longer.

[snappedwands]

𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 !

there are some important people who exist in lazarus’ life that are waiting in the wings and standing at the forefront ( standing in a portrait above the mantle with him cradled between them ). there are, of course, his peers and those his age but it might serve better to understand him if you met a few of the souls that have contributed to the man that he is today.

     𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐃, the goblin. just seventeen and visiting gringotts by himself for the first time, lazarus had two keys and a small voice. he was always a confident young man but standing in that imposing marble building, with a goblin sitting ten feet up in the hair, peering down his long nose at lazarus, it was a fair visage to be intimidated by. lazarus avery liked to think he always made a good first impression, though traard is one of the few who never quite liked him from the jump but liked the way his gold looked. traard, in fact, had almost dismissed lazarus until he heard the last name — avery — and then saw the hundreds of galleons that laz’s father had given him. ultimately traard agreed to open the account and keep the avery boy in his charge, having to remind himself each and every time about the avery boy and his precious gold because it’s the only two things that keep laz’s account in his dossier. that, and the beautiful bottles of firewhiskey that seem to come once a quarter with lazarus’ name attached and none of his chipper letters. 

     𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃, his neighbor in diagon alley. he’s always thought himself to be a reasonable man, lazarus avery, to be kind to his neighbors because it benefits him to act that way, but there is something about augustus beauregard that absolutely makes lazarus want to lose his mind. it started small, little things like laz receiving a letter from the diagon alley business administration asking him to install boxes of flowers on the front of his shop. then another asking him to trim the flowers once they’d been installed. then another. and another. and on nearly every day for three weeks until laz had undone every request and gone to the president of the administration and asked them for clarity on the situation. they had no idea what he was talking about and it was upon seeing augustus’ smirk from across the way that lazarus knew it was him. since that discovery, laz has gone to war with his neighbor. most recently, he sent a package addressed to augustus that exploded in his face and dyed his skin, hair, and eyelashes purple. that was about a month ago and there’s a little spot of purple under augustus’ chin that’s still there. 

     𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐔 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄, his second kiss. we talk a lot about firsts but not seconds and cerise, reese, was the first person that lazarus thought he was truly in love and his first love outside of hogwarts. at school, you're bound to people by proximity. you like a lot of your friends in high school because they were near and you had the same classes or the same extracurriculars and some of those friendships last after graduation but not nearly as many as you might like. reese was a regular customer at one point, always coming in for herbs to brew her own potions and one day she’d come in looking for a whole new set up after a wayward potion of veritaserum destroyed her set up at home. laz found it an interesting story but not one of truth but did not say anything as he offered to walk her through the steps. one thing led to another and the next day they were in the basement of his shop, the sign on the front door showing closed, back at three, and his lips on hers. they continued like this for weeks, secret meetings and stolen kisses and a father more than enraged to see this girl and his son together. thomas wasn’t a fan of reese, not because she didn’t come from a family of prominence ( the niece of the french minister was a particularly appealing character ) but the fact she was a halfblood boiled thomas’ blood. if first loves teaches you what love is and second loves teach you how to love, perhaps this is one of laz’s biggest failings, the kind he doesn’t like to talk about. he could have done so much better by her, by this girl who had trusted him, and instead he cast her own. he wasn’t ready to be faced with something that he didn’t know and he has never been ready to disappoint his father. 

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𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞  :  fruity  headcanons  prompts. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬  :  accepting. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  :  @taliesinlestrange​  𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  :  how  would  my  muse  describe  their  childhood  ?  how  much  has  it  impacted  the  person  they  are  now,  or  will  become  as  an  adult  ?    around  what  age  did  they  or  will  they  start  to  mature,  and  why  ?  do  they  wish  to  go  back  to  their  days  as  a  child,  or  have  they  embraced  adulthood  ?

though  he  would  say  that  his  childhood  was  warm  and  bright,  that  he  has  a  beautifully  tight  knit  relationship  with  his  parents,  that’s  only  part  of  the  story  and  laz  will  never  expand.  he  has  a  rose  colored  view  of  his  childhood  that  he  tells  anyone  who  might  pry  deeper  into  it,  but  he  does  not  express  to  his  friends  the  recurring  dream  he  had  as  a  child.  he  would  be  sitting  in  his  living  room,  and  watch  the  fire  jump  from  the  fireplace  to  burn  away  at  the  canvas  that  hung  above  it,  showing  off  a  picturesque  look  of  the  avery  trio.  laz  was  settled  between  his  parents  and  the  more  the  fire  licked  up  the  canvas,  the  more  it  would  reveal  a  little  boy  holding  marionette  handles  over  the  heads  of  his  parents.  he  would  move  his  hands  and  they  moved  too,  dancing  along  to  the  song  that  he  sang.  his  childhood,  he’ll  insist,  was  lovely  and  good,  full  of  love  and  laughter  and  brightly  lit  homes  at  the  peak  of  an  afternoon,  but  he  will  sometimes  catch  himself  in  deep  contemplation  when  he  started  thinking  of  himself  as  a  manipulator,  if  he  knew  the  word  for  it  before  he  started  acting  in  such  a  way.  these  are  the  kinds  of  thoughts  he’s  learned  to  push  away  far  away  from  the  forefront  of  his  mind.  things  are  better  that  way.

adulthood  has  treated  lazarus  rather  well,  though  he  would  be  willing  to  admit  that  he  started  learning  the  responsibilities  of  the  world  around  him  when  he  was  only  ten  years  old.  he’s  worked  in  his  family’s  shop  prior  to  his  first  year  at  hogwarts  and  took  over  as  the  primary  proprietor  around  christmas  time  of  last  1948,  when  his  father  was  appointed  to  the  wizengamot  by  minister  spencer  -  moon  after  the  death  of  duncan  avery.  his  maturity  has  been  noted  by  the  parents  of  his  friends  from  around  the  same  age  of  ten.  it  wasn’t  until  he  was  in  school  that  he  had  an  honest  kind  of  childhood  and  it  was  nice  to  be  able  to  embrace  that  time  when  he  allowed  it  to  happen.  unfortunately,  for  most  of  his  life,  lazarus  had  been  just  a  very  short  adult.  he’s  grown  into  adulthood,  though,  figuratively  and  literally.