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Golden Trio. Healer. Potions Master. Occlumens. {HP RP - Manacled - Fanfiction - Dramione} ** MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING **

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@WhiteCroftWitch
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@WhiteCroftWitch
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~ π”₯𝔒𝔯π”ͺ𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔒 π”§π”’π”žπ”« π”€π”―π”žπ”«π”€π”’π”― ~ β€œNo one’s hands are clean in war.” I keep mine steady anyway. Golden Trio β€’ Healer β€’ Potions Master RP | descriptive lit | AU/Manacled-coded
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@puplocketz
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@puplocketz
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be possessive over me be obsessive over me let people know im yours.
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@thehighreeves
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@thehighreeves
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am i no good?
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@WhiteCroftWitch
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@WhiteCroftWitch
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𓆩༺ β€’ @torturedraco β€’ ΰΌ»π“†ͺ
@holyaches
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@holyaches
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you have a cold heart. you're reckless and distant. but i'll be persistent. i will understand you.
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𓆩༺ β€’ @torturedraco β€’ ΰΌ»π“†ͺ
@Awakenthyself33
Cosmic Insights 🌻
@Awakenthyself33
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Β» their chest, feeling ribs shift beneath skin still warm with fear, and I already know what this will cost me later. They thank me when it’s over. I let them believe it was free. It never is.
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@WhiteCroftWitch
5 days
Healing in wartime is never gentle, no matter how careful my hands are. It’s pressure and timing and the quiet arithmetic of magic spent versus magic saved, of how much I can give before there’s nothing left to draw from. I tell them to breathe while my palm is pressed to Β»
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@WhiteCroftWitch
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@WhiteCroftWitch
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𓆩༺ @torturedraco ΰΌ»π“†ͺ
@holyaches
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@holyaches
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i think he's very lonely. lonelier than he lets on. maybe lonelier than he even realizes.
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@sectvmsemprae
bibi | dhrsthetic
@sectvmsemprae
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i summoned you please come to me
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@euphemiophilia
α…  α…  α…  α… α…  α…  α… α…  α… α… porcelain.
@euphemiophilia
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i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell. i would know him blind, by the way his breath came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.
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@WhiteCroftWitch
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𓆩༺ @torturedraco ΰΌ»π“†ͺ
@euphemiophilia
α…  α…  α…  α… α…  α…  α… α…  α… α… porcelain.
@euphemiophilia
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the lamb follows its master to the slaughter. i follow you into the oblivion, but i am not as blind as a lamb. i know you will hurt me, and i will forgive you for it.
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@WhiteCroftWitch
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Β» pay. And I will keep paying it until this war is over. Until we’ve won.
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Β» make them hurt. I don’t say I hate him, even when I want to. Even when I wish I could. I don’t say that some small, foolish part of me still wants him alive. Still wants him here. Despite all logic and reason. I say nothing else. Because this is the cost I agreed to Β»
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@WhiteCroftWitch
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Β» when I agreed to them,” I add. β€œI just forgot them for a minute.” The nausea settles into something cold and sharp. Focus. I straighten, even as my chest aches. β€œI won’t make that mistake again.” I don’t say his name. I don’t acknowledge the bruises he pressed just to Β»
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@WhiteCroftWitch
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Β» away too fast, too sharp. I refuse to let it become anything he can use. I don’t look at him when I finally speak. I don’t trust my face. β€œYou’re right,” I say quietly. β€œI don’t get to pretend this is clean.” My fingers curl again, grounding, anchoring. β€œI knew the terms Β»
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@WhiteCroftWitch
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Β» secret agenda is. My grip tightens on the table without me noticing until my hand starts to shake. Just once. Just enough that I have to still it deliberately, pressing my palm flat against the wood until the tremor stops. Something presses hard behind my eyes and I blink it Β»
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Β» it at me like I don’t already carry it every day. Then it fades. And that’s when the crack happens. Because some small, traitorous part of me is still trying to decide whether he means it. Whether this is the truth, or just another cruelty he’s choosing for whatever his Β»
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@WhiteCroftWitch
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Β» never gave words to. The way he dragged them into the open and holds them there, sharp and undeniable, like they had been his to take. The violation lands quietly. For a moment the anger surges again, wild and furious, because how dare he say it out loud, how dare he throw Β»
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@WhiteCroftWitch
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Β» of it presses down until my shoulders ache. And then he turns it outward. To Harry. To the Order. To the way they use me. Like he isn’t using me just like they do. It isn’t what he’s saying that makes my chest seize. It’s the precision. The way he reached for thoughts I Β»
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@WhiteCroftWitch
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Β» narrowed and I almost let myself believe it meant something. The thought hits so hard it steals my breath, sharp and humiliating, and I hate myself for it immediately. I crush it down before it can take shape, before it can become anything he might see or use. The weight Β»
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@WhiteCroftWitch
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Β» A way to keep the war from tipping the wrong way. That’s all I ever was. All I’ve ever been. And for one stupid, treacherous heartbeat, all I can think is that he still came. That when I told him to leave, he didn’t. That his hand closed around my wrist and the world Β»
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