#mostsavage

                               “we all have sins to pay penance for.”                                                  @mostsavage​​

                              THERE  IS  SOMETHING  RESIDING  IN  FORGET-ME-NOT-BLUE  EYES                something  that  could  almost  be  described  as  sorrow            ;            the  hand  of  sorrow  ‘pon  his  shoulder      ,          a  reminder  that  there  would  be  no  god  residing  in  the  heavens  that  would  be  able  to  wipe  away  the  sins  from  his  slate            /              blood  covered  hands        ,          even  if  he  had  never  ended  the  life  of  another  being        .            fingers  of  a  ghost  wrap  around  his  throat        ,          leaving  him  unable  to  speak  for  a  passing  moment        ,          fleeting            ,          drifting  through  time  and  he  never  did  have  enough  of  time  itself        .        

                    It        is        not        the        faint        rustling        behind        Ginger        that        somewhat        created        an        aura        of        foreboding          ,                 nor        the        fact        the        crinkling        of        her        button        nose        scrunches        at        the        familiarity        of        the        scent        enveloping        supernatural          &         heightened        senses                    ————                   (       BLOOD     ,        SWEAT     ,        AND        DIRT        )                  an        undefiled        primal        yet        earthy        aroma     ;        to        many        it        would        be        considered        nauseating     ,        repellent        in        its        nature     ,        but        a        fellow        lycanthrope        recognised     ,        even        sympathised        with        another’s        plight     .        

                   Svelte        form        stands        tall     ,        but        doesn’t        dare        to        turn        around                   [       𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛        𝚠𝚊𝚜        𝚘𝚗𝚎        𝚝𝚘        𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔        𝚑𝚎𝚛        𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕        𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗        𝚑𝚎𝚛        𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜        𝚊𝚗𝚍        𝚛𝚞𝚗…        𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎        𝚒𝚝        𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐        𝚘𝚞𝚝        𝚘𝚏        𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛        𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜        ]                   she  -  wolf        bristles        whilst        hackles        raise        ever        so        slightly        before        utterances        plummet        forth        from        ample        lips                   ‘          What        do        ya ’        want        then     ?         ’                   speech        hardens        beneath        scrutinization        without        facing        the        unknown        stranger     .       Good        things        take        time    .

to a certain degree, sure. albus has an acute talent of seeing the true potential in people and where they can go with their lives. however, alongside this, he also obstinately believes in the power of individual choice, so he is always more inclined to judge a person by their actions rather than what albus thinks they may do, or have the potential to do. which is why he’s willing to give tom the benefit the doubt when he starts hogwarts  ---  perhaps being around more children like him would have him grow out of his old bullying ways. albus will always give children the benefit of the doubt, just as he will always attempt to steer them toward a lighter path. if a child hurts or attempts to hurt, another child then albus will punish them as he sees fit, but otherwise, again, will often give them the benefit of the doubt unless given heavy reason to not.

as for tom specifically, truth be told albus didn’t do as much as he could because not only did tom avoid albus, but albus was rather preoccupied with grindelwald at the time. he did attempt to teach tom more “spiritual” like magic --- love, human connection, etc --- with an emphasis he didn’t use on any other student, but nothing ever quite stuck unfortunately.

           “ Ah, you bloody minger, ”  he snarls &. nearly chokes on his beer. Now, Scabior isn’t squeamish, not one bit, &. he has seen some disturbing things in his life  ——  &. Fenrir’s  ‘ diet ’  sure is in the top five. Eating children just kinda crosses his red line &. he is still too sober to be hearing about that beast’s favourite meals.

Loki screams as he hits the cold, icy ground, feeling his shoulders take the weight of the blow, and the scream sends a shockwave out around the clearing around him, thick ice forming on the trunks of the trees and the bushes around him. A crater has formed about him, throwing dirt, dead leaves and scant snow in every direction, and Loki coughs, feeling the wind KNOCKED out of him.

Lying on his back, he stares up at the black sky, dotted with foreign stars, and he knows precisely where he is. Midgard. He feels his  seidr crackle in his palms, but his body is overwrought and exhausted: his magic had done much to shield him as he had fallen through the planet’s atmosphere, keeping him c o o l as flames threatened to engulf him, and now he tries to pull himself up onto his elbows.

He lacks the strength, so weak is he. 

Clenching hs fist, he closes his eyes, thinking of the way Thor had begged him, beseeched him, to remain upon Asgard, and Loki had refused him - Loki had allowed himself to fall freely into the void, and to whence has he come? Simply Earth. 

Perhaps he shall die here. Wouldn’t that be a treat? And yet-- Loki hears noise amidst the wood, hears feet shuffling on the frozen ground, coming toward him. His fall has not gone unnoticed, and he lacks the means to protect himself, cannot even raise his head--

So Loki’s head lolls to the side, his eyes closed, his jaw slack. He barely breathes, and for all appearances, he is most unconscious. Loki has done this act before, and it is f l a w l e s s.