⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀𝓽o live forever is not a https://t.co/Kl1PbPRPCp but a 𝐬͟𝐞͟𝐧͟𝐭͟𝐞͟𝐧͟𝐜͟𝐞—every https://t.co/JfLGpgF3XD around me is ̵𝐛̵𝐨̵𝐫̵𝐫̵𝐨̵𝐰̵𝐞̵𝐝̵ ̵, while https://t.co/uFHSPjWuTq has long since 𝓬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝. ⠀ ⠀

/ i will return asap i swear

https://t.co/Hki9Zf0idO

/ AHAHAHHAHA THE BELLATRIX ROAST I DIED

/ ooohhhh i din’t forget about here just rl

he should relax his face before it freezes like that.

ᅠ. ᅠ. ᅠ┊𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚘𝚢 — 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝓢cattered 𝑐͟𝑟͟𝑜͟𝑠͟𝑠 my 𝔉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝔏𝐢𝐧𝐞 . . 𓆗 ————————————— a dose of #𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑒

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀@PUREBLOODEDX 々 ⠀ ⠀

https://t.co/sTpdo4ymuI of course she did, what the hell do you mean...

“ oh, my sweet angel, ” the female whispered softly, gently caressing his back with her palm. “ how I have missed you. ”

oh, do not lie. he adores her. she is his favorite.

— the cup. “ because he was cursed with both malfoy and black blood. ” she swallowed, the emotion threatening to rise too quickly, too dangerously. “ he does not deserve this, ” narcissa said softly. “ this burden should not be resting on his shoulders. ”

— stripped of its usual edge. “ he is just a gentle boy who has done nothing wrong in this world, ” she continued, each word weighed carefully, “ and he is being thrust into a life he did not ask for—because of the accident of his birth. ” her fingers tightened slightly around —

— cup in her hands, allowing the warmth of the tea to bleed into her fingers, to sink deeper, as though it might thaw something within her chest. her gaze had gone distant, fixed on nothing at all. “ he is just a boy, severus, ” she murmured. her voice was quieter now. —

— him to linger rather than be dismissed. she had spoken to him of things beyond the weather, beyond the whispering currents of wizarding gossip. it was not friendship—she would never name it as such—but it was something adjacent. something intentional. now, as she cradled the —

— warmth. nothing more. nothing that required vulnerability. severus, however, had been granted a rare exception. a narrow opening in the walls she kept so meticulously intact. she had allowed him shelter beneath her roof whenever her husband brought him along, had permitted —

— of those superficial creatures, as she so often thought of herself—one who did not truly know how to give sincere, uncomplicated love to most anyone. she knew how to love only two creatures. lucius and her son. to everyone else, she offered civility. grace. the illusion of —

narcissa did not know how to be kind—not in the honest, unvarnished way of things. she had never learned it, not really. kindness, to her, was a performance, a collection of perfectly rehearsed gestures and smiles, polished until they shone but never quite warmed. she was one —

⠀ quite rubbish at giving gifts , had to get help from someone . but they did seem like something you'd like certainly the bracelet reminded me of you in some way . happy christmas , narcissa . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀~ x . lovegood ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀( ━ ☆ @KATASTROFISM ) ⠀ left for the other just a little late . a cork necklace on a silver chain tucked into the ribbon with a brief note explaining how it keeps nargles away . because what is a gift from xenophilius with out a little quirk .ᐣ ⠀

— persistent, as though testing the promise she was asking him to make. there was a pause—measured, intimate. “ are you promising me your undivided attention? ” she asked quietly. “ all of it? ” her voice softened, just enough to be dangerous. “ just for me? ”