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antonin dolohov at teeth & ambitions.

❝ she was the whispers in the gardens, hands locked with her friends in their youth, and as secrets were shared and a bond was solidified, druella felt the world was all too good. 

                          ❛      I am water: soft enough to offer life, tough enough to drown it away.      ❜

❝ She wasn’t a Slytherin; but perhaps it was her enormous intelligence, her diamond mind; which made her so savagely effective. She didn’t attack blood status. She attacked every other weakness that could be perceived – she could see a flaw from a kilometre away; and she would rip it apart at the seams.

                                                                          and she is cold. she is a serpent too. and her repulsive, searing, overlapping snake scales have wounded me as few things do. if only i could feel a sharp sting twinging! but she is flaccid, still, with dull veneer. she is so like a lump, so very sluggish. one cannot get to her; she cannot hear. coiling around me, stubborn, insinuating, she hugs and strangles me, crushing me whole. and this thing that’s so dead, so black, so frightful - this wretched, loathesome thing is called my soul. —zinaida nikolaevna gippius, from collection of poems. book 2. 1903-1909; “what is sin,”

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