𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆.

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[brave   ﹠   blooming.         @divinityblooms]

there’s a rage inside her, violent ﹠ burning —— but god, is she so tired of seeing red.

[darling、 dearest . @rebloomng]

i won't blame you, in life or in death.

[𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. @arsonsmiles]

&—.

look up in her search for the
owner of the voice.

she would not quite consider
it unfamiliar.

her wide, scavenging eyes
find a figure, attempt to
adjust, recognize.

her fear evaporates when
she manages to put a name
to the voice.

❝ lupin ?! ❞

[𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. @arsonsmiles]

she hears it, clear as day, out
from the shadows formed by
the canopy of the numerous
trees;
𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆.

luxor has heard rumour
enough of monstrocities in
the forest, but none so far
which can mimic human
speech. this, at least, is a
calming thought.

&—.

[ᴴᴼᴸᴸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴿ . @ICEDSHOLLANDER]

his leg bounces , an uncertain and nervous counter , at the behest of his own anxiety but makes him stutter in his walk there .

remus is a nervous man , raised by an overly confident father and a calm mother , both settled into this life and each other .

he was not his mother .

[𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. @arsonsmiles]

&—.

but then, who? in all the years
she has snuck out to 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕
in the forest, she has only ever
encountered another when
expecting to do so.
not tonight.

she swivels her head to & fro,
scouring the spaces between
the trees around her, even
thinking to

&—.

[︎ ︎ ︎ ،،̲ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ HELL'S ︎ ︎ ︎ ꒷꒦ ︎ ︎ BELLS. @devouringink]

i am quiet. i bury no one, blood is drying beneath my nails. i do not know which me it belongs to.

[𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. @arsonsmiles]

&—.

her cloak, exposing her face,
her hair. surely, nobody else,
at least nobody else who
will recognize her, is nearby.

not out this late. not in the
forbidden forest.

certainly.

[𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. @arsonsmiles]

it's dark, but not dark enough.
the moon makes sure of that.
though it's lighter out than
she'd typically feel comfortable
sneaking around, luxor risks it
tonight anyway.

she makes the mistake of
feeling too secure once the
trees conceal her. she drops
the hood of

&—.

[ᴴᴼᴸᴸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴿ . @ICEDSHOLLANDER]

:

still , through the slates of the trees , he recognizes @arsonsmiles and her long blonde hair slipping into the same woods .

[𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. @arsonsmiles]

she craves a 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆,
big & ugly & raging .

[𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. @arsonsmiles]

photos your *muse would
have if close with
𝓛𝓾𝔁𝓸𝓻 • 𝓨𝓪𝔁𝓵𝓮𝔂

[ᴴᴼᴸᴸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴿ . @ICEDSHOLLANDER]

— r . j . lupin .

remus john lupin .

[𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. @arsonsmiles]

@EATYRY0UNG @RJSLYCANTHROPY / running to him rn.

[‍ ‍𝓫ittersweet 𝓶elody. ‍ ‍ @controIIedshock]

how could you do such a thing to your brother?

[𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. @arsonsmiles]

❝ i happen to 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 the
taste, thank you, ❞ lux
grins, taking another short
hit—
but she does accept
his offer, grabbing a small
piece of the chocolate &
popping it into her mouth.

❝ thanks, ❞ she mumbles,
then, ❝ hey, why are you
being so nice to me ? ❞

[moony @LYCLPN]

⠀
⠀
“you seem trustworthy enough.” he
replied, with a smile. “want a piece
of chocolate? must help with the
taste of cigarettes”⠀
⠀

[darling、 dearest . @rebloomng]

the dark world? / i'll meet you there, friend.

[𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. @arsonsmiles]

pinning it on his dorm room
wall, she assumes.

[𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐺𝑂𝑂𝐷 𝑆𝑂𝑁 @stellardrowned]

The Dark Lord, naturally.

[𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. @arsonsmiles]

an article about . . ?

[𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐺𝑂𝑂𝐷 𝑆𝑂𝑁 @stellardrowned]

Busy cutting an article out of the Daily Prophet.

[ᅟᅟgibson girl, @sainticide]

lick the boot that kicks you. kiss the hand that hits you.

[𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. @arsonsmiles]

luxor nods, understanding. she
flicks a bit of ash off the end of
her cigarette.
❝ & . . . that's what we are ?
friends? ❞

again, her tone is not condescending.
but it is hard to read. to be fair,
there aren't many people who
would call her a friend.

[moony @LYCLPN]

⠀
⠀
he chuckles. “well, the world is
dangerous right now.” remus
sighed, looking in the distance. “we
need to know who our real friends
are…”⠀
⠀

[𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. @arsonsmiles]

she's . . . definitely not
setting something on fire.
certainly not that.

[𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. @arsonsmiles]

this is 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 .ᐣ

[moony @LYCLPN]

⠀
⠀
bit of light reading. ⠀
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