#ashamedheritage

        credence you’re a sweetheart that knows just what he likes to drink and he can’t wait to see the personalization.

        “    do i really have to say smash??    it sounds crass.    ”    but yes,  definitely smash.    and love and care for and do just about anything for.

        exhaustion.    dealing with half of the aurors in his division proved to be exhausting,  the work they had to do in the past few days seeming to only increase with each passing.    which meant more paperwork for them and even more for him,  keeping him to his desk when he felt he had other,  better,  things to be doing.    it had been a while since he was last confined to his office like this,  and it seemed he had forgotten how draining being stationary was.    his day ended later than usual and his briefcase was a bit heavier,  weighted with extra files he would have to go through at some point.    sitting down on the couch,  percival tried relaxing and forgetting,  for the moment,  that he had brought more work home than he wanted to.    it was only when he felt two hands brushing his hair back from behind that he was finally able to relax, leaning into the touch and closing his eyes.    “    you have healing hands,  did you know that??    ”

“ That’s something I would like to help you with, Credence… ” He never seemed to be in much control of his life, whether it was his life with Mary Lou or the power that would sometimes rage inside of him. The fact that he had enough control not to burst at the seams at a younger age showed so much potential for Credence to make his life something better for himself. One day, Graves hoped Credence would have the life he longed for, and he would be happy with it.