I have a lion's heart

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@pyrrhicmessiah said  ‘ My curse worked perfectly! ‘ --------------------------------------------------------------- His body lay weak on the ground as he panted. She was standing ten feet away from him, and he could tell from the tone of her voice that she was beyond thrilled with herself. She was right. It had worked perfectly. It had laid him on the ground and caused him to writhe and scream until he would have begged her to finish the job. It had reminded him of the way it felt when his own father had done the same thing at The Battle of Hogwarts. And this emotion in his gut was too close to the same. It made his skin itch. It made his stomach sick. You have to mean it. How many times had that been drilled into him? That for a curse so dark to work, you had to mean it. You had to want the person on the other end to feel this pain. His father had wanted him to burn for his disloyalty, he had known that then. He had expected it when he’d begun to sway alliances. But Clarke.... He didn’t move. He stayed there, unwilling to let her see any sign of watering eyes. She had told him so many times over their lives that she hated him, he wasn’t sure why he had allowed himself to think otherwise. An alliance that benefited her by allowing her to obtain his knowledge? Did he think that changed things? A kiss in a bar after too many drinks that had in fact led to her slapping him? No. The bottom line was that Clarke Griffin, like most of the wizarding world, hated him to the core. And here was the very proof of that.  “Yeah.” He breathed. “Congratulations. You’re a dark wizard already.”

@headstrongblake said  ❛ they look at you and see whatever they want… because they don’t see you at all. ❜ ------------------------------------------------------------ “And you do?” He rolled his eyes a little. Of course she did, she always had. “Kidding.” He covered himself before he ended up on the sharp end of her wand. “I don’t really care what they see. It isn’t a big deal, O. There are other jobs out there that wont care about my past.” He shrugged. He didn’t need to be working for anyone who was so narrowminded that they couldn’t understand his situation. “You’re more upset about it than I am, Tavia. Just let it go babe.” He kissed the top of her head and began to walk from Pudifoots to the three broomsticks. Rosemerta could provide a much stronger solution.  His feet carried him to the side of the building but stopped just before he reached the door. Octavia was still talking but he was only sort of hearing her. He was lost in what she had said. She was, as usual, right. They didn’t see him at all and in fact, she did. She always had. She was his best friend, occasionally a good lay, but always there for him, seeing him more clearly than anyone in his entire life. His eyebrows pulled into a tight line as he stared at her, still rambling. And without taking time to let her stop, he stepped forward, hand at the back of her neck, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply. He moved slow. This was  a different emotion than any of their kisses had ever been in the past and he wanted to take the time to let them both feel that.His free arm wrapped around her, holding her close and for a moment he felt like he might never pull away from her.  When he finally did, his forehead rested on hers and he smirked. “For always seeing me.” He said, knowing her well enough to answer the question she hadn’t asked yet. 

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