@magicalempath asked: ❛ Why are you hiding your tears from me ? ❜
He's begun to wonder if Nurmengard is in fact no less a prison than the Second Salem Church has ever been.
Oh, of course, here he could practice magic, here he could pore over books and scrawl on the board in his room, try to figure things out and learn new things. He'd drowned himself in knowledge, devouring book after book and yet still...
Yet still there are so many questions, and a cage is still a cage, even if it is gilded. And all the books in the world will never sooth that unbearable pain that coils in his chest. He's not stupid, he knows Grindelwald's offer of revenge is also a claim to his power. Ever unwanted and unloved for who he is, only sought after because of the beast that claws inside him, begging to be unleashed. It's killing him. Slowly but surely.
Scrubbing a hand across his face, he lifts his head a little in acknowledgement, though he doesn't turn to look at Queenie, not yet, gaze remaining downcast.
"Is it really hiding if you find out anyway?"
