* cacoethes !

manny: my songs are loveletters and the arena is our bedroom.

jesse: you know what, you might want to borrow this. it's a white flag, and you better start waving it now, dove!

dove: the only thing i'll be waving is your decapitated head on a stick in front of your weeping mother!

—  JUST WHEN YOU THINK YOU KNOW, THE WIND CHANGES.

{ cis man, he/him } huh, who’s NAM JOOHYUK? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually JESSE LONGBOTTOM. he is a 22 year old HALFBLOOD wizard who is AN AUROR. he is a HUFFLEPUFF alum and the child of NEVILLE & HANNAH LONGBOTTOM (BIOLOGICAL: ROBIN & NELL KIM). he is known for being OBSTINATE, WAYWARD, OBSESSIVE, SENSITIVE, and BOSSY but also FORGIVING, WILLFUL, STRATEGIC, GREGARIOUS, and STEADFAST, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song NOTHING IS SAFE BY CLIPPING and A SHIELD, MALFORMED FROM TAKING BLOWS DIRECTED AT LOVED ONES; SACRIFICE AND SELF-SLAUGHTER BECOMING ONE; TRYING TO HOLD ALL YOUR FAMILY’S HURT BUT THERE’S TOO MUCH FOR ONE BOY TO CARRY; SCREAMING ONE NAME OVER AND OVER AND OVER; WEARING A BRAVE FACE WHEN YOUR HEART CONTINUES TO ACHE; ARGUMENTS THAT STEM FROM A PLACE OF LOVE AND CONCERN. i hear he is aligned with THE ORDER, so be sure to keep an eye on him.

PARALLELS:  samwise gamgee ( lord of the rings ), peeta mellark ( the hunger games ), teddy flood ( westworld ), ron weasley ( harry potter ), terry jeffords ( brooklyn nine nine ), will turner ( pirates of the caribbean ), ginny weasley ( harry potter ), dr james wilson ( house md. ), steve rogers ( marvel comics ), minerva mcgonagall ( harry potter ), owen moore ( the last of us part ii ), jesse ( the last of us part ii ) no one call me out

WARNINGS:  parental death, loss.

— THE HUMAN SKIN CAN BE HARD TO LIVE IN.

{ cis man, he/him } huh, who’s MENA MASSOUD? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually OSIRIS NASR. he is a 21 year old PUREBLOOD wizard who is EMBASSY ASSISTANT. he is a HOME SCHOOLED alum and the child of ORION LESTRANGE & ZAHRAH NASR. he is known for being NIHILISTIC, BLOODY-MINDED, DEFIANT, VOLATILE, and CAUTIOUS but also EFFICIENT, FOCUSED, UNRELENTING, SEDULOUS, and CANDID, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song OBEY BY BRING ME THE HORIZON and CRACKED HALO'S; BEING A BYSTANDER TO YOUR OWN CRIMES; SENTIENCE BEING A CURSE; ENOUGH RAGE TO SWALLOW PLANETS; LONGING FOR NORMALCY. i hear he is aligned with THE DEATH EATERS, so be sure to keep an eye on him.

PARALLELS:  arya stark ( game of thrones ), katniss everdeen ( the hunger games ), rosa diaz ( brooklyn nine nine ), gamora ( marvel comics ), clint barton ( marvel comics ), dolores abernathy ( westworld ), bill ( the last of us ), laura kinney / x-23 ( marvel comics ), yennefer of vengeberg ( the witcher ), kevin day ( the foxhole court ), diego hargreeves ( the umbrella academy ), frank castle ( marvel comics ), elsa ( frozen ), eleven ( stranger things ), bucky barnes ( marvel comics ), ellie williams ( the last of us ), lev ( the last of us ), abby anderson ( the last of us )

WARNINGS:  child abuse, dissociation, murder, torture, mental illness.

Why. 

They hates that he asks that, because how can they even begin to explain it? Dove’s mind is a mess of longing and grief and anger, so much anger, that they doubt that they can find the right words to explain it. Truth is, she’s not sure. She’s not sure why, she just knows that she can’t do this. But Dae deserves an answer. An attempted explanation, at the least.

She just wishes that he’d gotten angry at her in stead. That she can deal with. This, though? This just fucking hurts.

“It’s just too much.” It sounds weak, and Dove hates the way they sound as they speak those words. She puts her mug down, rubs at her eyes. If anyone is allowed to see her like this –– fragile, frightened –– it’s Dae. Still. “I can’t do it, I –” These words are empty and they know it, and Dove would prefer to just keep their lips sealed and let him figure it. Cruelty isn’t something they’re unfamiliar with, after all, but Dae deserves better. Than her. Than this. “This war, Dae, it’s fucking me up. I don’t – I can’t do it.” 

anger doesn’t come to him the way it comes to dove. his anger is not visible. but it is just as poisonous. if left untreated, his anger could do just as much damage as he thinks dove’s anger is capable of. for now, the emotion he feels strongest is confusion. hurt. they wish this was a dream. but all the telltale signs of reality are plain as day, there’s too much detail, he feels too much.

their answer feels like a cop out. it’s too much. dae shuts his eyes tight, hoping it’ll wake him and when he opens his eyes he’ll be in a universe where dove still smiles at him. still, they don’t dare to look at her, eyes locked onto the cup they won’t be picking up. “ so. you’re struggling. and you’re pushing me away?”  it makes perfect sense and none at all, all at once. it’s overwhelming. “ i... i don’t understand.” 

the look in his eyes is one she knows all too well. it’s one of fear, of worry that she has something on the one looking. it’s a question, a self-doubt. it fills her with a sense of pride. the ability to elicit such a reaction is one she is immensely proud of. she pauses, sips at her coffee, and grins ever wider. “home safety? that’s a new one. i’d have thought a few charms alone would do the trick. what does the muggle tech add, exactly?” she asks, her rush entirely forgotten. susan can wait - she’s not going to lose her job. she knows that much, at least. “oh, no more important than any other day. international affairs don’t always need an instant response. we can make bulgaria sweat, a little, i think.”

“maybe just a little.” she reassured him with a laugh, she didn’t want to boost his ego too much. she drops the hug and looks up at him with a grin. “it wasn’t really my scene.” she admitted with a shrug. “i mean, don’t get me wrong, i love quidditch, but not professionally.” she added, she could occasionally still play on her free time, but just for fun.

“ thanks. my fragile ego has been mended.”  he teases, but there's truth in his poorly chosen words. a truth he hides haphazardly behind big smiles and a loud voice. archie shrugs, sporting an air of nonchalance, like he isn't overthinking everything that leaves his mouth. “ fair enough. bet you would have killed it, though.”  sometimes he wonders if he'd put a little effort in, maybe he could have been playing professionally instead of living off his brother. “ plus, how many quidditch players are there in your family now? i guess they don't need another one, you're all famous enough.”