evilworn

⁄          cb     &.     specify  or  u  suck    ):<

SONlCBOOMS

-:-     as  much  fluff  as  possible
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kksldr

/     angst
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andkooky

/ I suck anyway but sure 
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whitewvvs

what’s     that     you’ve    found    ?     ..    — 

whitewvvs

/ @evilworn**   :sobs:
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whitewvvs

hm     ..   * her lips would part to speak ; yet nothing came out     ,     eyes  scanning   the floorboard as   she.       searched       for   any explanation of  what  it   could    be    —    yet there       was    none   *    there’s    only    one person i know  that’s   familiar   with    these things  ..      —-     ( @ evilworn )  grab a coat . we’re    going    to    dragon    island 
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evilworn

@lionspirited. ⠀    ⠀   ﹠̲ ⠀   someone  dropped  it  earlier  —-    i  swear  i  had  tried  to  give  it  back  to  her,    but  she  just  kept  on  walking,    so  i  kept  it.    though  i  haven't  really  took  any  time  today  to  figure  out  what  it  was.
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whitewvvs

draco    …      ?    what—- are you doing here ?  it’s     merely      three    in   the    morning  … (.      you     look     awful     )

evilworn

@unroared. ⠀    ⠀   ﹠̲ ⠀   *      grey  irises  would  flicker  to  the  mentioned  scar,    breath  hitching  in  his  throat  as  she'd  explain  the  reasoning  for  having  it.    maybe  he  had  more  scars  painted  upon  his  frame,    but  how  she  had  received  her  own  seemed  worse  than  the  extent  of  draco's  own.    frail  digits  would  reach  out  to  trace  over  the  scar,    lips  etching  into  a  deeper  frown  than  they  were  already  were,    and  with  that  —-    he'd  adjust  the  way  in  which  he  sat,    allowing  himself  to  lean  down,    leaving  a  delicate  kiss  to  the  scar  that  painted  her  skin,    and  as  he'd  sit  up;    fingers  would  move  to  rest  below  her  chin,    raising  it  to  let  his  hues  meet  with  her  own.      *      i'm  grateful  for  your  father  then ..    i  wouldn't  have  you  in  my  life  if  it  wasn't  for  him,    and  i  don't  know  what  my  life  would  be  without  you;    to  be  fair  ..    i  don't  even  want  to  ever  find  out.
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whitewvvs

@evilworn       you can never be a burden to me    ,    draco      …    *   departing from their hold only slightly ,  her hands would raise to frame  his   face   before settling back  down to where she had sat before   * besides —- sitting in the shower fully  (  well )  /    half.  / clothed  is   what i  always do  in   the   early morning anyhow   —-   until    omen disrupts me of course    …   * with her words dying out — doe hazel eyes would soon falter   to  stare at the various scars upon his   midriff    ,    she sat in silence for one  ,   than   two    minutes before her posture was fixed  ,  tugging  the  damp knitted sweater off her shoulders to show the very scar of her own , just bellow  and above her belly button held few ridges of faint punctured scars  ,    lips   pursed    in    her thoughts   *     do  you   know how  i  got this ?  —- well ,      the  main      reason    was  because   I    was    an     idiot   but that’s not really the point —- it happened  in  my  first year  long     before    i    met     you    … i was a stupid disobedient girl really ..  thought i could do everything myself  .  but then the wildfires came —- those    …    aggressive dragons i told you  about .    The ones that can’t be tamed   ..  i managed to get away but there was one that was  strictly  faster  than  the rest —-  ..  * she’d paused  for.  a moment ,  her chin inclining to let her head lower at the mild shame built in her heart * if it wasn’t for father and his dragon ,  Zeus —- i would      have    been    torn         in    two 
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evilworn

@unroared. ⠀    ⠀   ﹠̲ ⠀   *      for  a  moment  draco  would  stay  that  way,    silent  and  in  her  embrace  without  returning  it  with  his  own,    but  after  seconds  would  past;    he  did.    slender  arms  would  move  to  encase  her  body  between  them,    wet  locks  of  white  as  snow  hair  would  meet  against  her  yet  clothed  shoulder  as  he'd  rest  his  head  there,    tense  muscles  relaxing  as  he'd  succumb  to  her  given  comfort.    with  time  his  cries  would  slowly  falter,    now  only  the  warm  water  of  the  shower  would  ridden  his  paled  visage.       *     i  wasn't  expecting  you  to  come  in  here  ..    fully  clothes  even  —-    ..    i  thought  once  i  was  in  the  shower  i  was  free  to  cry  without  burdening  you,    but  you  never  do  fail  with  finding  your  ways  to  catch  me  breaking.
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webberjr

what    were    you    thinking    ?? —- do you have any idea how hard it is to lie to father without KNOWING where you ran off too ?

webberjr

@evilworn       * he   couldn’t     do    it     —- no matter how loud the voice in his head  was   . orion    wouldn’t   —-     COULDN’T    kill    his brother    .  the vile anger coursing through his mind was being taunted by the voice of the boy who sworn to protect the   younger  —-  the voice of the boy who dared to rest ali are against his father JUST to  keep   such   a young    boy     safe     .   and   that voice     was winning   *    (     I’m    not    like    him    —-  )  * such a phrase was     repeated   over      and    over  —     as a choked up sob of  his   own rumbled in his throat      ,        he     would immediately remove.     his    foot    from Draco’s writer      ,         hastily     cascading down    to     retrieve    his     wand       *   (    i    will    NEVER    be     like     him   )    * muttered words ; and weak promises all chanted in his mind . fueled with sadness and regret such a wand   was     dazed    over     his      body      * ( ᵛᵘˡⁿᵉʳᵃ ˢᵃⁿᵉⁿᵗᵘʳ )   *   it    was   repeated    over    and    over   Until the    wounds     had    fully healed —-  and frustrated  with himself more than anyone          he’d    thrash      away       ,  plummeted     on   his    knees     with    hands gripping tirelessly at his hair    ( i’m not a killer ) ( I’M  NOT A KILLER ). he’d mumble in and out — darkened hues staring  numbly at the dark pool of blood in which his  brother had       made   —-  he could have killed him . and that broke his heart      *
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evilworn

@serphento. ⠀    ⠀   ﹠̲ ⠀   *     confusion  would  mix  with  the  tormented  expression  upon  his  visage,    delicate  brows  still  yet  woven  to  one  another  as  he'd  watch  the  male's  shoe  meet  his  hand.    draco  had  done  all  in  his  power  to  fight  back  the  screams,    but  what  was  the  use?    each  attempt  only  proved  to  be  futile  in  the  end,    and  his  head  would  thrash  back  with  the  broken  cries  that's  leave  them;    arm  ridden  with  the  unbearable  pain  that'd  flow  throughout  it.    when  one  is  left  to  die,    it  is  only  known  that  the  happy  memories  of  their  life  would  flash  before  them  —-    ..      (      yet      )      ..    just  as  this  situation  had  went  once  before  with  harry;    his  life  slowly  leaving  him  second,    by  tortured  second,    there  was  no  memories  to  guard  his  mind  from  the  pain.    happy  memories  in  his  head  appeared  to  him  as  nonexistent,    so  he  lay,    coated  with  crimson  and  stained  with  the  tears  of  evident  pain  and  fear,    with  nothing  to  ease  him  out  of  the  hellish  word  he  was  so  burdened  with.    despite  the  other  being  rejected  however,    draco  had  made  one  last  attempt  to  reach  up  his  other  hand,    almost  lifeless  irises  would  give  a  pleading  look  to  say  the  words  he  couldn't  as  they'd  pierce  into  the  brother  he  once  knew;    but  at  the  time  no  longer  recognized.    lips  would  part  to  speak,    voice  now  hoarse  and  cracking  with  each  broken  word  now  flowing  through  quivering  lips  as  they'd  make  his  voice  wavered.     *      i  don't  ..      (      i͟'m͟ ͟ ͟n͟o͟t͟ ͟ ͟r͟e͟a͟d͟y ͟ ͟t͟o͟ ͟ ͟d͟i͟e͟.     )
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webberjr

@evilworn     *    the   was a sudden  weight lifted off his shoulders as he would  watch him fall      —-       his    wrist  falling   limp    as the    wand    would     delicately  drop   from his     hands   .     eyes redeemed with   tears scratching      at     their    corners    ,    though he    remained     quiet   .  silent   ,    slow —- deadly    steps    were   taken   about   as  the younger’s    hand       was    stretched      out pleadingly     to    him   ,    and  for   a   mere minute — the     brother    he     knew    was there     —-     staring        ,       SOBBING    —-  correlating       in     fear   . but   that    Orion was    still    so     far    way  . and as quick as that emotion had showed ,   it  vanished.   . with     a    quirk     of     his    brow . his  face remained     numb; and with every wrathful  fiber in his body —- he  didn’t   DARE    help    him    .  foot   fading over     his    hand  that desperately  vouched for his , slowly began to pressurize  ,     the    heel    of     his    shoe crushing the very bones of his   wrist     .    a pale    visage       scrunched        together     in hatred    for    the     boy  .  and the agonizing cries of the younger only forced  his  tears  to race down his cheeks —-     yet still.     he    did not       offer    any     aid    * the day you die — little brother       ,     is the day we ALL can be happy once    more      *    it wasn’t him  — it couldn’t be him — Orion would never   say such a thing . but it was him —- alive  and well  , praying that the little brother   that he loved would die    *.  ( A BURDEN NO MORE ) 
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exrcsm

you         think         i         just━━             FORGOT?             of        course        not!           you   should've         seen          your           face!                 ..poor        little         draco..

exrcsm

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،⠀ ⠀                       *             that    comment    usually    would've    earned   a   simple   smirk,    or    maybe     a    venomous   retort,     depending   on   the   day.      today   was   different   though,    the   air   was   filled   with   tension,     one    that   could   be    cut   clean    through   with  a   knife.     at   least,     that's    how   jaemin   perceived  it;       perhaps   the   tension   he   felt   was    simply   the   tightness   of   his   chest,    or   maybe    the    weight    on    his   shoulders.       regardless,        he    stands   as     well,       lips    pulled    into   a   thin    line    as    he    moves    to    catch    up    with   the    fellow    slytherin.         he   doesn't   speak,     he   doesn't    dare   utter   a   word.   simply   too   afraid   that   he'll   say   the   wrong   thing.     what   would   he   do   then?     stand   there   and   look   dumbfounded?        jaemin   lets   the  silence   build    until   ultimately..      )        this   way,     we're   not   going   too   far.
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evilworn

@byhisname. ⠀    ⠀   ﹠̲ ⠀   scared?      of    you?      have    you    gone    bloody    mad?      merlin's    sake  ..      as    if    i'd    ever    be    scared    of    someone    like    you.      *        draping    his    legs    over    the    side    of    the    chair    where    he    sat,      he    would    then    move    to    stand    up,      gaze    momentarily    meeting    jaemin's    own    before    it    would    flicker    elsewhere.      with    not    another    word    coming    from    him,      he    moved    to    walk    out    of    the    room    ridden    with    the    insufferably    loud    voices    of    other    students,      hands    stuffing    themselves    into    the    pockets    of    the    dress    pants    he    had    worn.        *
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exrcsm

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،⠀ ⠀                       it's           a           surprise━━                   *         he         begins,          voice         melodious       yet        soon         drowned         out        by        the    chatter          and         scattered       laughs        among         students.               )            don't         be        scared.                    i          won't        bite..             unless           you      want          me       to,            that             is.              *                it's           always     so     hard;   maintaining        that        same           attitude.              yet,             jaemin             finds        it          to          be       easier         than         before━━             as        though        second     nature.      teeth        sink        into        his        lower        lip,             hiding       that     familiar          smile.                 )                         let's           go.
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SONlCBOOMS

i  can’t  believe  you  read  my  diary.

evilworn

@FAVOREDHElRS. ⠀    ⠀   ﹠̲ ⠀   it  was  in  the  library  —-    i  didn't  even  realize  it  was  your  bloody  diary,    at  least  i  stopped  when  i  noticed.
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whitewvvs

no —-     ,       i        can’t       do     it       …     what    
          if           he         doesn’t                like           me      ?

whitewvvs

@evilworn   . ᭧  ‎     *   shaking    her    head; she’d    place   herself   right    beside    him  .   frowning     at     his         words        *        your   father      is    an    idiot     —-            a    selfish man    who    cares     about.    nothing   but himself       …     *         now         taking      his    hand    in       hers,    she’d      lean   half.  her weight        against     him          *       perhaps    he’s    just    jealous.   —-        perhaps      he sees    how    much    you       are      thriving   and    wants     to    tear    it   all  down JUST because       it    doesn’t     involve    him      . 
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evilworn

@lionspirited. ⠀    ⠀   ﹠̲ ⠀   *      with  a  deep  breath  he  suppressed  his  cries,    grey  irises  meeting  her  own  ocean  blue  ones,    forcing  a  broken  smile  before  he  had  stepped  away  from  his  door,    letting  her  into  his  room  as  he  would  shut  the  door  behind  her.    with  only  more  silence  coming  from  him,    he  moved  to  sit  himself  back  down  upon  his  bed,    eyes  training  down  to  his  hands  as  he  started  fidgeting  around  with  his  fingers,    the  voice  of  his  that  soon  broke  the  silent  atmosphere  held  a  broken  tone  to  it,    cracking  with  every  few  words  that  were  spoken.      *      my  father  is  right  —-    ..    that's  why  he  isn't  ever  proud  of  me.      (      because  i  can't  ever  do  what  he  expects  of  me  properly.      )      all  i  have  ever  done  since  i  was  a  child  was  disappoint  my  father  ..    as  for  my  mother?    surely  she's  proud,    but  she  can't  ever  bring  herself  to  tell  me  that  because  of  him.
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whitewvvs

@evilworn     . ᭧  ‎     *       she.   felt    broken;  her    arms    moving.   to    wrap       around   his    shaking    body            in       hopes      of    giving.        him    some    comfort   , listening to    him    cry   had     always    broke     her ; it made her feel ill —-   something     she    had always       wanted     to    fix   . with  a  gentle gesture  ,      her        hands       would    move    to   lift   his    chin ;    palms.   caressing      his face     .    she’d.      wipe    away    his    tears , gaze   faltering.     to         his        lips      before averting      away       *      i’m    so    sorry     … 
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