‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

side by side they are 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 on a headstone，cold and terrible and immutable. they were boys once，he remembers，but they aren't 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

 　　*⠀ ⠀ ̼𓆰†𓆪 ﹒⠀⠀@thecurepotion⠀⠀﹒

[ً @sewerscribe]

he's an extension of my imagination-- I can play with him like a child plays with its daydreams.

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

bidding the endless dome of blue 𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑢 and closing his eyes——resting his head on sirius' thigh，along with every abysmal thought it harboured.) don't be so uncouth. snivellus is a 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑. who else would we play with?

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

(pleasure bares its teeth along his spine——a wavering gratification disturbing the still lake of reality，its outer ripple carrying a frayed memory to the shore of his consciousness: little james exploring a neighbourhood he was...

[✧*:･ﾟꜱɪʀɪᴜꜱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ @iamdeadlysirius]

pssh — you need to do no such thing.

( he assured him, smiling as he continued to scratch james' scalp and play with his hair, gently tugging at it while trying to find the spots that makes his friend spit out some more of that delicious praise )

can't i just wish for you to

;

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

...prohibited from and playing in the overgrown gardens; he wraps his hand around a stinging nettle，just to feel his heart lurch forward. over，and over，and over again.

sod the lot of them. (he murmurs，

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

teaching snivellus how to count. productive day.

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

𝑤ℎ𝑦? (the promise of an extra hour eludes james completely，renewed with blistering loathing for the sun，and he decides to abandon the comfort of his pit to yank the curtains shut，killing the natural light.) i slept like the dead.

[𝕾𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖚𝖘 @FrsaknHeir]

A hand cards through Sirius' hair, tugging any tangles loose and a soft sigh falls from his lips .

“ Haven't slept much at all, if I'm honest . ”

He'd turn, hands sliding beneath his pillow to dig out the borrowed pipe.

“ Wanna sneak out of the window together? ”

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

(his arm unfurls——the embroidered pattern of his pillow imprinted below the curve of his shoulder from heavy sleep. james swipes his fingers through a stray sun ray.) ...𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ? up early，then.

[𝕾𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖚𝖘 @FrsaknHeir]

Fine by me —!

Hang on a tick, I borrowed it to smoke earlier this morning .

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

𝑓𝑎𝑟，𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 from these miserable cunts. [...] where's my pipe?

[𝕾𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖚𝖘 @FrsaknHeir]

Take me with you .

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

wake me up in an hour; 'm skiving off quidditch practice.

[𝕾𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖚𝖘 @FrsaknHeir]

Morning .

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

leading them into the bowels of inferno——wand in hand to threaten any deviation of submission.

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

it knocks the glasses off his face. james doesn't watch them skitter across the stone floor like a two-legged arachnid，not wanting to miss the cowardice of severus' expected retreat——as if the shadows could protect him from james'...

[𝔰.𝔰. @thecurepotion]

the feel of a hand around his neck always brought the same associations. force. submission. resistance.

the cruel gaze opposite him. the voice creeping beneath his skin. he needs to leave. now.

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

...reels him back in. "𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧，" he taunts，the genesis of his sick，curdling smile wide enough to peel back his upper lip. "let's go for a long walk，neidryn. 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛." he yanks on the makeshift leash of his slytherin tie，

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

exposing a sliver of sunburnt nape from the flipped-up collar of his shirt.) do i need to... bury a body?

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

what on earth have you done，𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑜𝑦? horrid，𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐝 boy… (for james to deserve such 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔——at some point，the silver spoon in one's mouth starts to taste too much like blood. his head slants forward，

[✧*:･ﾟꜱɪʀɪᴜꜱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ @iamdeadlysirius]

( taking a seat behind him on the staircase, unbothered by the fact how they're massively obstructing anyone from going up or down the stairs, sirius takes his time in taking off his rings. then, once they're safely stored in the pocket of his cloak, he threads his fingers

;

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

@FrsaknHeir / take care of yourself. 🫀

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

overly eager to share the unnerving revelation. "you 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 it's me."

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

to multiply and gorge on——reduce him to nothing，for the boy was already made small，smaller than a pinhole，which light could not escape. what was worse than prey believing themselves to be more in the disquiet，a tactful bread-crumbing...

[𝔰.𝔰. @thecurepotion]

perhaps he wasn’t afraid of ridicule, or of the freezing water, or even of coming down with a cold… but james’s unpredictable nature robbed him of his peace of mind, twisting his insides as though the other lived inside him like a parasite.

[     ‍ skinty      ͏fia.‍      ‍ @stagbruise]

...taking——james' one-way ticket out of the garden of eden. "who do you see... when you're alone，breaking your neck to look over your shoulder——𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑡，don't you?" his grin borders on manic，