#thepathetickind

[thepathetickind]

when I'm so afraid that you won’t be here with me on valentine's day and that I won’t be alright I’m too miserable to let anyone really know, so anxious about everything I feel

by laurenmaerie, ‘you are kind of everything right now’

[betweenthetimeandsound]

--prompt from @thepathetickind

You make love to me on a night so cold, the frost broke the glass and exposed the delicacy this wretched world. The periwinkle sheets only unveil violets we had left to dry; pink lace faded to bleach-white cotton only mocks our habit towards persuasion.

A stray candle dances on the nightstand, but it hesitates on whether to expose what secrets we still have to keep when we separate and return to the cocoon of our wings. The longest night of the year feels endless, but what will be of the future, where the streetlights go out and we lie to ourselves?

[lullaby-lillies]

Shadows and Flames

A Draco Malfoy Drabble

Summary: As a flame flickers, its shadow brings an array of memories. Post-Hogwarts. Prompt used - from @thepathetickind

Note: I felt this prompt was better suited for Draco given all that he has gone through.

In the depths of Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy sat alone, save for a solitary candle flickering on the table before him. The manor, with its vast halls and grandiose architecture, felt oppressively still this night, as if it too held its breath, caught in a moment of reflection.

As Draco stared into the flame, its dance seemingly aimless yet intricately patterned, shadows played across the walls, weaving stories from the light. These shadows, born from a humble candle, were like specters of the past, evoking memories long buried under the facade Draco wore throughout his years at Hogwarts and beyond.

One moment, the shadow took the form of a boy with a sneer, a boy full of arrogance and pride, untested and unmarked by the realities of the world beyond the castle walls. This boy knew nothing of loss or of sacrifice, living only for the fleeting approval of those he deemed powerful. Yet, as the flame flickered, the sneer softened, morphing into an expression of doubt as Draco recalled the weight that had pressed upon him in his sixth year—the year he was tasked with a mission he had no heart for, a mission that would tear the very fabric of his being.

Another shift, and the shadows danced into the form of a young man, torn between the loyalty to his family and the growing realization of the damning consequences their choices had brought upon them. Here was Draco, struggling under the Dark Mark, a symbol that had promised power but had delivered only enslavement to a cause that churned in his stomach like poison.

As the candle burned lower, casting elongated shadows that seemed to reach out towards him, Draco witnessed the scene of his most profound vulnerability—a frightened boy standing in the Room of Requirement, his wand trembling in hand, his heart pounding against his ribs. He was no longer the sneering boy, nor even the embattled young man; he was just Draco, raw and unguarded, faced with the imperfection of his choices and the uncertainty of his path forward.

But the story did not end in darkness, for the flame, ever unpredictable, sparked once more, casting a light that formed new visions upon the walls. These were of redemption and resilience, of Draco learning to rebuild, to forge connections that were based not on blood purity or ambition, but on genuine understanding and compassion. The shadows showed him standing with his family, no longer as scions of dark legacies, but as individuals seeking to mend the fractures within and without.

The candle sputtered, its wick nearing its end, and as Draco watched the final dance of light and shadow, he felt a sense of peace. The memories, both painful and sweet, were part of who he was, but they did not define him. With each flicker, the shadows had revealed not just the past, but the possibility of transformation, of stepping out from the darkness into a future of his own making.

As the last light died, Draco Malfoy rose from his chair, the room around him cloaked in darkness yet filled with a profound sense of clarity. He realized that while the shadows of the past might shape us, they also offer lessons and pathways to change, should we dare to follow the light beyond.

[thepathetickind]

feel too pathetic to tell anyone about it you are all I want to talk about these days, don't care about christmas or new year’s eve,

by laurenmaerie, ‘you are kind of everything right now’

[thepathetickind]

a thorn in my chest - perhaps I was the one who put it there,

by laurenmaerie, ‘to keep a piece’

[thepathetickind]

the sun was rising just now and my stomach felt sick because I was thinking about how much I want you

by laurenmaerie, bad in love

[thepathetickind]

is it ok that my birthday wish is still your happiness?

by laurenmaerie, another birthday

[thepathetickind]

I get tired from my own thoughts, don't know if I make a step forward, as if I'm walking in the desert,

by laurenmaerie, on my own

[thepathetickind]

the only thing I can do is to wait for the feelings to fade

by laurenmaerie, prologue/ start

[thepathetickind]

I wait for a letter that nobody send

by laurenmaerie, (i am)

[thepathetickind]

when I look at him I wish I could stop the thunder in his mind

by laurenmaerie, hazily

[thepathetickind]

I was thinking about how much I want you

by laurenmaerie, bad in love

[thepathetickind]

I get tired from my own thoughts,

by laurenmaerie, on my own

[thepathetickind]

here again, I realize my dreams don't mean a thing, if I can't share them with you

by laurenmaerie, a single word

[thepathetickind]

I keep on pouring my feelings out, like snow they land on the ground and pile up, for others to step on them my soft feelings are turned into snowballs, other people don’t care and throw them around, judge me by my cold façade

by laurenmaerie, cold winter eyes

[thepathetickind]

but the truth is I keep everything inside 

by laurenmaerie, some people