✞ CAM YAXLEY ✞

ROSE EVER-LASTING   ✞  @fightcrblood·

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     HE BEGAN COUNTING HIS SINS. whatever he’d done had to be big enough to afford him the pleasure of erin burne. she was a demon of TEMPTATION, who confused him with words, with her gaze  ────────  with the simple and yet ethereal way cinnamon burned against the soft golden hues of the HUFFLEPUFF dormitories. cam closed his eyes for a moment, and pretended there was a decision to be made. pretended that he wasn’t cameron yaxley, and that the ushered and tormented words from her sweet mouth were fucking WORTH something.

     SHE WASN’T A LIAR. NOT A SAINT, but even when she was full of mischief and trickery, erin often wore her soul on her sleeve. he’d learnt that lesson long ago, when a girl with chestnut hair and a talent for snooping had finally garnered his attention despite the IMPURE last name she held. it was that girl that he thought about now, because this older girl was too much TEMPTATION to resist, even if she’d made his world crash and burn. he would forgive either of them anything, he realized  ────────  trying not to focus on her touch, on her fingertips. 

     HIS HAND TOUCHED HER STOMACH, trailing upwards as he forced himself to remain ICE COLD. when his hand landed on her neck, he opened his lips, and his hand cupped her jaw firmly. it was his last chance to taste it  ────────  that fucking HONEY that drove him up the wall. he inhaled it as he came closer, as the pressure he made forced the red of her lips apart ever so slowly, GENTLE even if FORCEFUL. ‘ you succeeded, erin. whatever there was between us, is destroyed. ’ he wanted that to be true, even if he knew it wasn’t.  

    ‘ I WON’T FORGIVE YOU. WHY WOULD I? ’ that was a lie. a lie, a lie, a lie. his eyes closed so he could hide everything, but that only made it harder to focus. he was too close. he knew he was too close, in every fucking sense of the thing. ‘ therefore it doesn’t matter either way, does it? i’m cameron fucking yaxley. you have your world, and i have mine. ’ he couldn’t make her the VILLAIN to make himself feel better. he had to be the one. if she fought for him more, he would succumb. he was WEAK for her  ────────  stupidly, idiotically WEAK.  ‘ . . .sorry, honey. ’ 

                  HE WAS ────── ALWAYS WOULD BE. ‘ . . .BUT ENJOY THE GIFT. ’                         he couldn’t let her go, if only for a moment more. ‘ it’s all i have to give. ’ 

CAPTURE THE FLAG   ✞  @sxpercilious​​

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    FUCK OFF, WAS CAM CHOSEN TO BE THE FUCKING CAPTAIN. he was probably                 no, DEFINITELY nowhere near sober enough to handle bossing scorp, or lysandra gaunt around. or maybe, this was the PERFECT chance. he ran his tongue against the bruised cut across his lips, dried blood tasting BITTER from the remnants of what he vaguely remembered might have been RUM. that had been his last drink, right? ‘ as house leader, you can all report to me if you have any questions. ’ he’d rather be drunk on POWER than alcohol for a moment, as he still reeled from the aftermath of james’ PUNCHING. ‘ lysa, babe, you got any ideas as to where we should hide our flag? ’ the sideways smirk lifted into a wide, BOYISH grin as he waved the flag in his hand lazily. ‘ -i’ll let you make most of the decisions, since you only recently got the news of a YOUNGER brother. ’ he had the audacity to laugh, swinging an arm over scorp’s shoulders.

                         ' BUT REALLY, ANY IDEA IS WELL APPRECIATED, TEAM. ’                                 A WINK, AS COBALT GLISTENS. ‘ TELL YOUR CAPTAIN. ’

ROSE EVER-LASTING   ✞  @fightcrblood​

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     HE HALF EXPECTED TO SEE A DIFFERENCE. maybe he expected her to have changed or to see someone he no longer recognized  ────────  but she was the same. heartbreakingly herself. whatever new, negative feelings he felt towards her didn’t manifest instantly like he hoped, and for only a second, he had to control his lips so they wouldn’t grin, or crack a sordid joke. he remained silent and STOIC, keeping his expression from mirroring the myriad of emotions that seemed to play in her features. why had he bothered to get to know her? 

     WOULD HE TAKE ANY OF IT BACK? ‘ . . .that’s alright. i got you for secret santa. ’ he had traded for her name actually, but at least having a reason helped him feel less bad  ────────  and maybe it would help her feel less guilty too, considering the BULLSHIT she seemed intent on spewing. ‘ erin, you don’t owe me any explanations. you don’t owe me anything. ’ he tried for nonchalance, but he heard the challenge. he took his hand away from the gift he’d left her. ‘ we were just having fun, and whatever the fuck this is, it’s no longer fun for either of us. ’

     THE ICE IN HIS CHEST STUNG for a moment, at words he knew were true. he didn’t intend to hurt her further, or himself. he had no intention of ever letting that ice thaw again. it would live and die as he did, when he did  ────────  and he’d drown the part that wanted to claw out of the ICE however many times it took to kill it. it struggled against his chest now, as if it wanted to ANCHOR itself to the SICKLY SWEET beauty of erin burne. but even if it succeeded, even if he managed to win her back. . . WHAT FOR? TO DOOM HER ALONGSIDE HIM?

    ' YOU ARE THE MOST CONFUSING, GORGEOUS THING I KNOW. YOU KNOW THAT? ’ perhaps it was kindness, or perhaps he was simply cruel and sadistic. whatever it was, cam hated that he saw her fight against herself. hated that her words were lies and that she held back false tears ────────  HATED believing her. ‘ don’t fret or pretend you care. ’ it was with a brawn that could only be obtained from that evilness in him that he paced to her, air FREEZING around them both. he lowered his mouth to her ear, voice sweet and cold. ‘ i’ll be fine, darling. '

                         LIPS KISS ICE SKIN ────── FIND FROZEN, GENTLE HONEY.                                 ‘ MY HEART IS WELL ARMED, AND FAR FROM YOUR REACH. ’ 

ROSE EVER-LASTING   ✞  @fightcrblood

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     ASA PRINCE WAS FEARLESS, if nothing else  ────────  but he was also an idiot if he ever thought that cam could answer his question. was his mother evil? . . .sure, in her way. but cam couldn’t blame all his problems on her. he had been given CHOICES. his father had given him plenty of occasions to escape her, and he had never been able to leave her. eliza yaxley wasn’t easy to love, but something in him would always forbid him from HATING HER.

     ‘ THANKS FOR GETTING ME IN HERE. ’ those may be the nicest words he ever spoke to asa, and maybe would ever speak to asa  ────────  as he walked away from him and to his final destination. he left asa at the entrance of the empty dormitory, knowing this part well. how many girls from hufflepuff had he entertained? how many nights had he spent here, his nights full of debauchery and youth? cam had the vague impression he MISSED IT ALREADY. . . 

    AS IF MORBIDLY AWARE HIS CHOICES would take him astray of anything or anywhere that resembled the dormitory of the badgers. ERIN’S DORMITORY was different from ari’s. the sixth year hufflepuff girls seemed more down to earth, their personal spaces all decorated with plants and not whatever pink and expensive shit decorated ari’s. he ran his hand over a leather-bound book on her bedside table, stared at her messily made bed  ────────

    HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN NOW? . . .it didn’t matter, he told himself, reaching for the gift he’d bought her for christmas. really, it wasn’t for christmas at all, but it was nice to have an excuse. something to blame for the fact that she played on his mind, day and night, regardless of how long it had been or what he’d been doing. he placed the long package with the enchanted rose on the book. although that rose would last forever, they WOULDN’T  ──────── COULDN’T.

                         SHE WAS A MUDBLOOD. . . AND SOMEONE ELSE’S  ───────                                 HE FELT HER SILENT PRESENCE. ‘ MERRY CHRISTMAS, LOVE. ’ 

Cam: All I heard was "I swear it will be funny," and then we were in jail.