send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @princessevxnity

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @curieuxfolie

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @placueris

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @arweinydddoeth

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @heartofbone

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @vengefulvance

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @sireene

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @studmore

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @deerlyjames​ 

                      it has been ten years since his death & still, the pain threatens to eat him                              alive. forgotten memories; thoughts laden with guilt & [ sᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ],                              & the sense of complete hopelessness that had once consumed                                            him have clawed their way back to the surface.

          calloused fingers wrap around the bottle of vodka & raise it to his lips,           draining its contents before allowing the bottle to slip through his fingers &            shatter against the cracked pavement underneath his feet. the shards of glass           at his feet mirroring his current state; full of broken thoughts he cannot repair.           the sound of dry, windblown leaves being crushed beneath feet pulls him out of           his reverie & antonin instinctively retracts his wand from his pocket & aims it at                   the broken glass, muttering a quick vanishing spell under his breath. 

                                ‘ & they shall come, like a thief in the night. ‘                  azure hues turn towards the figure, silently assessing the                   individual.        ‘        isn’t it past your bedtime? ‘