and you're angry. and you should be. it's not fair.

A new ghost appears in Hogwarts.

Draco sticks out like a sore thumb: young, angry, haunting not the castle but his murderer.

He rushes through Harry again, spitefully, making him shudder, and then stops. Draco's figure is glinting in the otherwise empty hallway.

His wounds bleed still, sluggish but perpetual. Face. Neck. Chest. Forearms. His robes are stained with it. He's glaring, but he always glares.

And he doesn't speak.

This is a colored animatic I’ve drawn for my one of my favorite song.

You can see the edit I made here

And some rambling :

Harry is essentially the sun, with him always being in the center of “the story”, him having the role as “the hero”. But that’s not where the resemblance ends, the sun is the epitome of great fire. Fire that burns all that stood too close to it. Harry is the sun, who blames himself for all the chaos and the lives of his loved ones that he lost just because they stood too close to him. Harry is the sun, the saint, cursed since birth, who had to live in fear of burning everything he loves.

Draco, despite being named after the stars, had no light of his own. All his life, he was merely an echo, first of his father, and second of his mother. A mere reflection of his family’s lights and darkness. Draco is the moon, who are shackled by his mistakes, scars and sins. He’ll be forever tainted by it, with the ink on his arm and the silver scars that runs all over his chest all the way to his face, like the moon, he’s full of craters. Draco is the moon, the sinner, marked since birth, who had to live and paid for the sins of his family that came before him.

So, what’ll happened when they fell in love?

Fandom: Loki

Pairing: Lokius

. . . . . . . .

This wasn't space in the usual sense of the word. Mobius looked at the radiance emanating from thousands of branches of a huge tree and could not look away.

This was his first time coming here alone. During the day, this place was the kingdom of Obi and Casey.

They were repairing their instruments, arguing about some strange terms and not paying attention to those around them.

But now, the room was empty and the lighting was switched to night mode.

Mobius went to the window of the Loom Room. Loki was there somewhere.

The tree looked so close. It seemed to Mobius that he could reach out his hand and immerse it in this radiance.

He really wanted to talk to Loki. He wanted to tell him... Damn. He didn't know how to talk about such things. He didn't know where to start.

He imagined Loki looking at him from there and smiled at his thoughts. He wanted to tell Loki how much he missed him. He wanted to say that he loved him. And that he was very sorry that he had not said this earlier. Mobius thought about the past, about their meetings, about touches and smiles. The silence was becoming unbearable and he just had to speak.

Mobius touched the glass and tried to imagine that he saw his Loki in the glowing branches.

What should you say at such moments?

"Knock Knock?" Mobius said quietly.

It was stupid and he knew it. But Loki would have liked it. The echo of his voice rolled through the quiet room and for a moment he thought he heard the quiet chuckle of his god.

Of course, It was just his imagination. Mobius sighed and said.

“I want to tell you something, Loki. I believe that you can hear me. And since you are not able to interrupt me now, then I will tell you everything, from the very beginning...”

He sat down on the floor. His voice was quiet, as always. He talked about his feelings, about their first meeting, about how he first realized that he was in love.

They deserve to be happy 🥺💕

Redraw idea from @thosegayoldmen

Maybe he wants to mix it up. Sometimes you get tired of playing the same part. Is that possible? He can change?