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Sharp Objects Sentence Starters || @tapestryburnt

❛ no. ❜

the dekuyper on his desk is a product of a muggle , a gift from his brother and years old now. it’s still half full , and cygnus has drunk more of it in the past hour than he has in the time he’s possessed the bottle , but it has nothing to do with nerves. no , it has everything to do with NOSTALGIA. 

❛ and would you like to know why ? ❜

and by the slouch of his posture and the splayed position of his limbs —feet on the desk , arms draped over his chair , head lulling against chest— one would think this a common fare , a formal conversation regarding business. and in a way it is , theirs unfinished , but cygnus cannot bring himself to adapt to her tone or rise to her state of emotion. he’s been practicing its antithesis too long.

❛ because i do not see them as faults. ❜

his eyes gleam behind his glass as he takes a deep drink , his gaze never leaving the girl —woman— standing before him. he no longer sees his wife in her the way he did when he first held her. he only sees the best parts of himself , which are near unrecognizable , and her. just her. only andromeda. thank merlin. 

❛ you will never be obligated to understand my choices for you or your sisters. i will never ask that of you , nor will i ask forgiveness for how i chose to raise you. but what you need to understand is that everything i did , or did not do , was so that you and your sisters would not feel indebted to me OR each other. ❜

and when he sits up straighter , he feels too big for his skin , so much so that he wishes to climb out of it. but he’s been like that for so long that no one would ever be able to pick up on such a thing , and that is all that matters. 

❛ i could have been more protective , more overbearing , more willing to make you stay , but what would that have done , andromeda? you are angry because you think i could have saved you , but do you not see ? you didn’t need saving. you were who you were , and you believed what you believed since you were a girl. i could have protected you from my sister , maybe even yours , but from this world and everything it has become ? everything it was before your mother and i ? could i protect you ? my granddaughter ? ❜

and when he stands , age seems to fall from his shoulders like water , like rain.

❛ you can choose to believe nothing at all. that is an option. ❜ 

he is the loudest in between the lines. there , hidden beneath the surface , are his rawest thoughts and truest emotions , but he taught none of them to look there. he could not. it would have been detrimental to them all. 

but the byproduct of this is anger. anger for all. for him , for her sisters , for her mother , for everyone who has walked across this threshold and offered anything other than aid. and it isn’t that he does not understand. it is that he does and it doesn’t matter. this will have to do. 

❛ you have always been so eager to make choices , limiting yourself to black and white , one or the other. there is always another option. and then there is the option of choosing nothing at all. ❜ 

but what example has he offered ? even now , still as a statue , eyes filled with stone , he offers nothing to encourage or assure. nothing but words , always words. this will have to do. 

         with a cloak wrapped tightly around their shoulders , dora hesitated a moment outside the familiar front door. it had been months since the last time they’d been all together. long hours at the ministry , longer hours on missions for the order , and every second in between trying to keep from self - destructing. it was love , however , and the fear of loss that hung like a shadow over everything dora did , that finally guided their hand to the door. a soft knock , followed by a more solid one , mimicked the beating of their heart as they stood outside a place once thought of as home , nose cold , hair dull , and eyes void of their previous sparkle.

         maybe their parents wouldn’t even recognize them. from looking in the mirror , dora knew the feeling.

The Neighbourhood Starters || Accepting 

Sirius laughed–a sound almost like the truth, not the performance he’d been putting on for everyone since he’d first had people to talk to outside the walls of Azakaban. Dumbledore had sent him here, had explained everything to Andromeda in a letter beforehand, and yet Sirius did not feel any less out of place as he hovered inside her front hall, skeleton thin, messy-haired, wearing the robes he’d escaped in, caked in dirt. What was underneath the filth? Certainly not the man he’d once been, not the laughing kid she’d seen thirteen years ago. But at least some things were familiar–running away to Andy’s house when life got bad. That felt normal. Felt right. 

The Neighbourhood Starters || Accepting || @tapestryburnt

Sirius knew she didn’t drink anymore, but he certainly wanted a drink himself. He sat down on the couch and rubbed his hands over his face, trying to wipe away–what? The tiredness that ached deep in his soul? The worry? 

“They’ll be alright,” he said instead. It was more of a mantra, something that had to be said just to stay sane–or to keep what little bit of sanity he had left. “Tonks–Dora knows what she’s doing. She’s good at her job, Andy. And Harry’s safe at Hogwarts. They’re all safe at Hogwarts.” Not from Umbridge, not from injustice, but at least from Voldemort. “We don’t have to worry.” 

give me a show/movie/fandom and I’ll tell you / @tapestryburnt / accepting

                             perhaps  this  had  been  a  most  TERRIBLE  IDEA,  perhaps  the  youngest  of  the  black  sisters  shouldn't  have  bothered  at  all.  because  despite  years  'pon  years  of  BAD  BLOOD   between  the  two,  narcissa  had  believe  that  RECONCILIATION  might  just  be  possible,  but  her  words,  the  words  of  sister  that  she  once  looked  up  to  informed  her  that  there  was  no  a  gap  betwixt  them  that  even  the  most  herculean  of  attempted  couldn't  bridge.  ❝   perhaps  you're  right,   ❞   came  steady  words,  years  of  a  practised  facade  ensuring  that  her  tones  kept  level,  that  they  remained  devoid  of  any  emotion  that  may  have  slipped  through.  however,  they  hadn't  been  ONCE  UPON  A  TIME,  they'd  been  best  friends,  the  one  who  knew  all  the  other's  SECRETS,  but  time  had  changed  that,  she  could  see that  more  clearly  than  ever  as  she  looked  into  the  eyes  that  reminded  her  of  a  sister  not  long  since  PASSED.  it  appeared  that  she  truly  had  lost  both  of  them  now.  ❝   albeit,  maybe  your  mind  will  change  one  day,   ❞  &&  deep  down,  she  DESPISED  herself  for  believing  that  it  was  a  possibility.