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The castle was quiet in the early morning, candle flames flickering light just brighter than the sun pouring in from the windows. This was one of Salazar’s favourite moments, being awake before many even cared to stir. The ghostly coolness of an empty corridor that was indeed his awed him. Of course, the castle wasn’t his, exactly, but no one was going to tell him that to his face.

Send “✖” If you think that I’m playing my character properly.

so this rarely happens

but I have a new muse

He'd posed the idea of a vacation to his friends a few weeks ago. It was summer, and while there were a million things that needed to get done, Salazar couldn't help but want to leave the castle. He'd never been farther than the edges of Eastern Europe, and longed to see the rest of the world. He wanted to meet other wizards and witches. He wanted to see what life was like for them on other parts of the world.

Rowena was the only one who'd wanted to go traveling. Godric wanted a set destination, and Helga simply did not want to go. Salazar had no set plans. It wasn't as if they needed them. They could go wherever they wanted, do whatever they wanted. Salazar had said it a million times over, but it was them who ruled the world, not the muggles. And Salazar planned on seeing this world.

My Muse is dead, but they left yours a letter! Send a ✖ to see what it says.

Dearest Rowena, 

It has been a very long time since we have spoken. I do hope that, if this letter shall find you, you can find solace with my words.

An apology to you is long overdue, and I find that, now, as I am about to go from this world, I am finally prepared to say it. I am sorry, Rowena. I am sorry for what I have done--the lies, the murders. The ridiculous trauma I have put you and so many through.

Until recently I believed that I was right, that the rest of you were blinded by the world. But it was indeed you that was right, and I find it so impeccably dull that I could have been such a fool. I do not blame you for wanting nothing to do with me all these years.

I wish to thank you, as well. For never giving up on me, for always trying to help me. For always being there for me. I am so sorry that I was never that kind to you.

But alas, my time is up, and I am still too much of a coward to face you. I fear for what may happen next. I fear deeply the consequences of my actions. If I could go back, if I could change my courses of action...know that I would.

And know that I would have spent my life with you. I would have given you everything, my heart, my mind. I have loved you from the beginning, Rowena, and I cannot believe I was such a fool to never tell you.

Goodbye, Ro. I pray I will meet you again one day.

"I--I never said you were." He forced himself not to smile, fingers tapping against his thigh in a sort of release of excitement. 

My muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. Yell at them.

"I didn’t plan on this happening,” He huffed, holding his side. A centaur had kicked him, and he thought a rib may be cracked. Though the lack of plan was a lie—there was a good chance their plan of just ‘talking’ to the centaurs about staying in the forest would go wrong. He’d been prepared if the conversation went sour.