morning glory

no, love, dominic sherwood’s fc is open.

“first off marnie needs to get head out from whatever dark place it has been shoved and secondly, isn’t adelina like already sold off to be married? - just give up girl.”

“lets be fuckin honest here, this whole castle is drawn to shit that does involve couples , still waiting for Sestiva and Amycus to have a meeting about this whole thing with Barty but then i’m also waiting for Marnie and Adelina go scissor in the common room. However to be fair, I just wanna see or hear of any couple that you wanna be talked about.”

Caradoc watched the multitude of emotions unfold across his friend’s face in a split matter of seconds. It was perverse, in a way, the way that a face could express such a vast array of feelings without the person even knowing that they could feel so much. Just when he felt inclined to believe that the heart could experience some capacity, a limit, Marnie proved to him that such restrictions could not be applied to every person. For here the pair stood, surrounded by cold, and enveloped in their own personal grief, but finding it within their souls to share their pain with one another.

When his large hands made contact with her chilled skin, Caradoc felt the energy transfer take place. He could feel the muscles of her cheeks relax in an exhale of momentary relief from the binds which restrained her; he could see all of the images which must have kept the bold-hearted girl awake and tossing in her bed at night. He saw a dark-haired girl with perfectly glossed lips and a smile of daggers; and yet the daggers could be soft- at least for Marnie, at some point- instead disguised as pearly whites, tucked behind perfect lips- soft ones- to kiss away the pain. He heard teasing arguments, and could feel shoving hands that were amicable rather than rough, and which embraced in tight and connected kinship. He could see the dark-haired girl in her wedding dress….but at the end of the aisle belonged not her betrothed, but rather his friend, a girl standing in front of him, exposing her vulnerability (a rare occurrence, he knew) to him, and entrusting him with the challenging task of restoring her strength- a task that he would not fail.

“not everyone tends to value things while they have them.” this voice didn’t carry the weight that the rest of his temperament did. he spoke with the same light amusement that he always did, but it was hardly without effort. “doesn’t mean i shouldn’t either.”

the fact that they were having this conversation at all only served to prove that she was closer to him than was good for either of them. if she’d been anyone else the response would have been drastically different. with her he was relegated to faux indifference while he attempted to cover how deeply she’d actually managed to wound him.

“I have taken the Cruciatus curse before, and I would rather feel that a thousand times before a single broken heart,” he agreed in a gentle voice, relenting a soft smile in the hopes that such a look would soothe her, even to the most marginal degree. Caradoc took a step forward, and tenderly stroked away the anguish that wet her pretty face. His eyes did as much consoling as his fingers did, and when he opened his mouth to speak, his hues could not have looked more pensive. It was as if he was floating.

“I have been in love with one person in my lifetime. When I met her, I was absolutely smitten by her. There was no turning back at that point. I was all in. And I loved everything about her, even when people told me that I shouldn’t, because I saw a person no one else could see. I’d have done anything for her. If she told me to jump, I would have jumped without asking her for a reason. Because love does that to you. It takes you, and it doesn’t have plans to release you when it is strong. I wanted to marry that girl, Marnie. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, and I would have, so happily, I would have. But, you see— She always told me that we would not last. She warned me that our love was fleeting, that it was only a scene in a much longer movie in her life. But I was a boy engrossed in his love for a girl, and I chose not to believe that. In private, I like to think that she loved me as deeply as I loved her, but I was not… I was not me anymore. I was willing to become someone I was not for her. I was willing to pretend to be a Pureblood boy, to hide my heritage, to disguise my entire disposition to fit her lifestyle, her values, those of her parents. Her affections would travel. In fact, she once called me a virginal mountain to conquer.”

A strange look crossed the boy’s face, but he remained looking thoughtful. There was composed sadness in his hues, all natural and designated for his story, and he paused for a moment, allowing himself to think with purpose and clarify while the emotions touched him. “–But what she wanted in life was not me. I was not enough for her. I did not fit the mold of her perfect gentleman, my blood too dirty, my status too poor, and she left me. She left me for what she always wanted, a man with deep pockets, darkness in his soul, and pure blood for her children. She would not again have to bare the guilt that she felt when kissing a dirty boy.”

Caradoc moved a strand of red hair softly behind her ear and said, “The pain of losing a love you thought to be true like that is unimaginable. I went from entirely abstaining from drinking to coaxing myself to sleep each night in drunkenness, hoping to get her out of my head. I would cry myself to sleep each night until exhaustion took me because whether I was awake or asleep, my life felt nightmarish. I blamed myself for not being good enough for her, for not being worthy enough to keep her. And you know what? I was wrong. I am good enough. I am not healed, but I am healing. I am learning to walk again, to breathe, to reclaim the joy in life that had once been so innately easy for me to locate. Do you know how I do that?”