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Edgar pondered that in silence, teeth nibbling thoughtfully on his bottom lip. That had always been a problem of his, accidentally idealising people. He tried not to, it didn’t take a genius to know it was unhealthy, but Amos managed to slip through the cracks. The wizard had become Edgar’s ideal of ‘good’-everything the younger man thought he should strive to be. It wasn’t fair, not to Amos and not to himself. “I’m sorry.” His reply came quietly, softly breaking the stillness. Uncharacteristically, the words were drenched in emotion, almost as though a broken sob would follow. Edgar rarely let his emotions out in a normal manner, preferring to use art and poetry to cleanse himself of hurt, but something about Amos brought out this different side of him. “You don’t deserve that.” He had enough to worry about without Edgar putting him on a pedestal. “I just ... it’s ... I admire you a lot.” The words poured from his mouth awkwardly, jumbled and nearly nonsensical. His cheeks flushed brightly, the redness spreading down his neck. “I’m sorry.” 

edgar bones & amos diggory - a moodboard

“i don't like to give up on people when they need someone not to give up on them.” 

edgar bones & amos diggory

“an ounce of loyalty is worth a pound of cleverness.”

Emotions are a tricky beast; they howl within Edgar begging demanding to be released. He lulls them into fabricated slumber through the words he scrawls in messy ink upon thick, blank paper. However, as Cerberus can only rest while the lyre is playing, his inner conflicts do not always remain unconscious. For all that Edgar has in loyalty, imagination and understanding, every fibre can be matched with the apathy that plagues him. For the emotions he manipulates are those that strive to drain him of all humanity, exposing the emptiness that truly ravages his soul. Sometimes, he needs to let go, removing the baggage in the only way he knows how. 

The insecurity of his decision to join the order essentially catalysed his small moment of weakness; his friends and family were risking their lives and he had barely been allowed to help. He joined to assist and protect, not to wait patiently on the sidelines as they fought their way through. The darkness inside him was screaming to be let out and Edgar did not want to be bound by the restrictions the group placed on him. Perhaps, he thought, that’s why I’m never given any good missions. These concerns came to fruition simultaneously, as all strife seems to, and so Edgar was practically leaking frustration, with nowhere to distribute it. 

That’s when he spotted him. Amos Diggory was the epitome of a stereotypical Hufflepuff boy, at least on the outside. With his caring and adventurous nature the Order had no problems accepting the wizard into their inner circle. It wasn’t a jealously that caused Edgar to strike; it was its absence. He acted aggressively to compensate for the true apathy with which he otherwise regarded the situation. Edgar was known to pack quite a punch, but as his hand drew back the other man did not react with anything other than mild surprise. His fist fired forward, but was caught firmly in Amos’ palm. It seemed the satisfying crunch of bones would have to wait. He gazed into the wizard’s eyes, observing his own haunted orbs in the murky reflection, and said nothing.

Brooklyn, NY – Cramos has been involved in NYC’s hip-hop community for years, being a regular at the iconic Legendary Cyphers, and performing at events across the city such as NYFW and Hex Appeal at Hell Phone. Dubbed “the queen of wordplay,” she’s become known for her quirky, creative punchlines and impressive rhyme schemes, all packed with an unapologetic queerness. “[She’s] one of the best…

SPIRITS | the strumbellas 

- and I don’t want a never ending life, i just want to be alive while I’m here -

DIFFERENT COLORS | walk the moon

- for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction -

BELIEVER | american authors