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pookie 

@chaseurs   chat ur a little late 

what!

with little to no need for them at all, i’d reckon.     [what is revealed to him in their shared breath, by the flower—soft pulp of her pulseless neck? she watches blaise, rendered alive by years off in italy, with half-mast eyes betrayed by a definite gleam of their irises, hyperaware despite the tug of lassitude that came only with the form of his own familiarity. the smile on her red mouth blossoms sweet—bitter, like a wound.]     vi and i have been off,     [it feels alien to spell out. because it is.]     in phuket. with mother.

*   they’re so..   mama y papa 

(..)   nothing better to do than go to the corners of europe with a suitcase filled with nothing but buttonless shirts.  [  he’d joke. ]  europes been bland without you.    @simwng 

oh, romeo.     [the exhale of it would sound dreamy had it been coming from anybody but her, to him.]     let me see.     [strung together like one would a braid, the words were thickset and impenetrable  —  leaving no lacuna for any argument to slither through, not that he seemed to be in any position to play at contraries. what followed, however, was an exhale of likes of which only violet parkinson had heard and lived to tell the tale of.]     please. 

(..)   oh, pansy, you know me too well. a little skirmish, nothing more. but my face is my own business.  [   he retorts,  his eyes holding a hint of mystery, refusing to unveil the aftermath of the altercation.  he winces as his fingers graze the tender skin of his nose, feeling the sting of pain from the fresh scratches on his face.   ]    @simwng   

let’s see what you’ve done to yourself tonight. what was it now? a lover’s quarrel? ..again. 

*   He will forever make fun of theos last name no matter the circumstances HEHE

(..)    well,   then you’ll miss your only chance of ever gracing the presence of your soon to be wife lacy knott—-  that has quite a ring to it.   @chaseurs 

@blaesus 
                ⠀    i would but i can’t even walk —  i’m so in love with her,   i’m nervous to even speak to her. 

*   Can marauders just revive :( 

@blaesus 
              ⠀   i just want him to stop talking.    [    calloused fingertips massaging his temples,   gaze watching the pair argue in the hallway   ]    you’d think there would be violence by now,  want to go smoke?  

[..]  they both have the same feeble arms—moneys on granger, though.   @chaseurs 

@blaesus 
              ⠀   [    a glare earned however,  gave a small nod paired with an awkward smile to the ravenclaw girl.  pushing his roommate off of him,     still holding an angry look    ]        i never asked for you to “save” me and ten minutes.   i’m sure with all the practice you have,  you can accomplish /whatever/  in the half amount of time i’m giving you. 

pleading * ugh 

[..]  that’s no way to treat a guest, theo.  [he slid his arm around his dorm mates shoulder with a quick grin to the ravenclaw guest. turning to theo with a almost pleasing look.]  look, twenty minutes max—you owe me for me busting my ass yesterday for you!  @chaseurs

(..)     [   born out of surviving the unforgiving war blaise leaned against a charred wall, the scars of conflict visible even in the stone around them. the weight of unspoken experiences passed between them, a silent understanding of the battles they fought on different fronts.  ]  true, expectations can be burdensome. at least no one's waiting for us to become better. disappointing, perhaps, but maybe it gives us room to define our own version of goodness in this aftermath.    @chaseurs 

@blaesus 
              ⠀         [   there is a saying in pureblood families about greatness  &.  madness,   talks of tainted magic and wicked minds.   he does not concern himself with those talks:  the thoughts of being inherently evil.   theo was not born cruel,  he was born a boy.  not a soul to guide him but harsh words and bruised fists,  grown without support unlike the rest of his friends    ]     i have to admit i wouldn’t know how to start being good,     [     people like harry potter,   having a shitty upbringing and still managing to choose good.   theo wonders again about the saying,  wonders if he was not born wicked but  /terrible/     ]      thank fuck no one is expecting goodness out of the both of us.         
            
            [     a laugh fell from his lips but,  a singular thought kept his mind occupied from the other boy’s words.    you  / aren’t /   her,     pansy was the only one who knew how to comfort him.    ]  

* he’d never lie for his own comfort was like the FIRST line I dropped on Theo soooo hehehehhsh a little nostalgia and a sprinkle of awe that’s kinda comforting