“Even when I’m gone, I’ll still be here.” — @cursecarried
YEARS DON’T SEEM TO QUELL THE WHISPERS that the hallways creak at night. an empty manor, touched by nothing more than memories and laughter that don’t quite fade. flowers bloom even though his days have been touched by darkness, and he reminds himself that life does, in fact, go on after death. scorpius has gone off with albus again, and draco’s glad that he’s got someone to keep his mind at bay. a friend in these times, and when draco is alone he often reflects on the days lost. a portrait in the living room, astoria stares back at him just like she were there, her gaze stopping him. the ring on his finger proof he hasn’t moved on or forgotten about her.
even when i’m gone, i’ll still be here.
she is, in the way the sun still rises. the tea he makes every morning, mornings spent tending to the gardens. he hasn’t stopped living even if sometimes he wanted too. SCORPIUS NEEDED HIM and he refused to be the absent father. lips curl into a smile, and he reaches out to touch her hand in the photo. it doesn’t matter where he’ll go in this life, but astoria will always be his light in the darkness. WHERE FLOWERS BLOOM, SO DOES HOPE.
&& draco’s got hope, it’s rooted in the way scorpius continues to grow ; continues to still be the child he and astoria raised him as. his spitting image but scorp is all the things he could never be. perhaps. there’s bravery in being soft. and time goes on, despite loss.
