Credence Barebone

It was clear, that Credence had so intensely suppressed his own magic and nature, that when it all came to manifest, nothing could be flashier than snow leopard with spots that moved like storm clouds in the sky, and Obscurial situation - so far beyond any Obscurial case in the records known to wixen. Timid and powerful, both like his snow leopard nature, Credence embodied a plethora of contradictions. It was far different from Percival’s way of honing his own magic, despite both being wandless - Percival realized that he had no idea how to teach this big kid. 

The soup was warm; small aspects such as this brought so much awe into his heart that Mr. Graves was so very good to him. He could almost cry.

“Mr. Graves? Are you going to be the Mac... the...” what was it called again? “the Medusa... Maloosa... Ma... cusa... president? You... should be.”

Yes, he liked Mr. Graves. A lot. He was nice. He was good.

And he was a witch.

Maybe I can be a good witch too.

Sometimes it felt good to be feared... but he didn’t want to be like himself -- he wanted to be like Mr. Graves!

“Do you think I can be a good witch?”

Percival had taken the both of them out to dinner for the Valentine’s Day, marking this a most significant occasion - the first time Credence and Percival could put aside all their inner terrors over still possibly judgmental surroundings (despite wizard establishments less likely to do so, being persecuted people themselves), and being together as lovers in public. 

Credence constantly surprised Percival with his incredible bravery, in contrast with the younger man’s still-timid demeanor. Percival couldn’t help but let his lips tilt up, warmth softening his gaze, before he put his hand over Credence’s hand. He couldn’t help a quick, alert glance-around to make sure no one else was going to harass them, before turning that warm smile back to Credence, accepting the bouquet. 

Percival couldn’t help but look a tad shocked for a moment, eyes widen at Credence momentarily, caught off guard, Occlumency hadn’t even thrown up. He was certain that Credence had no idea what Credence had just done, the potency of such an innocent act of affections. It was — it should be something to fear, and Percival knew how Credence felt about being different, but Credence had used it so affectionately, Percival couldn’t let his partner fall into a terrified spiral of agitation again.

Something he’d done had been wrong. He’d been trying so hard to be what Mr. Graves wanted him to be -- a little more confidence in his powers instead of afraid. But now... 

He rubbed at his tears with his free hand and stood a little straighter, looking away from Percival and trying to somewhat smile.

masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! some are original, but most are collected from other posts.

​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

​❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞

❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞

❝ help me decorate! ❞

​❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞

​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

​❝ bring a jacket! ❞

​❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞

​❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞

​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞

​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞

*sneeze* ​❝ sorry, allergies. ❞

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

​❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞

​❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞

​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞

​❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞

​❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞

❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞

❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ we have to get out of here! ❞

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞

❝ what did you get? ❞

❝ want to trade candy? ❞

❝ i got a rock. ❞

❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞

❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞

❝ trick or treat! ❞

❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ happy fall! ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞

❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞

❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞

❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞

❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞

❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞

❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞

❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞

❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞

❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞

❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞

❝ i just saw something! ❞

❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞

❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞

❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞

❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞

❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞

❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞

❝The fire crabs? They’re right here, honey!❞

He shivered, running his hands over his face as his eyes whited out ominously. His voice heightened in pitch, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“I like muffins.”

Mary Lou had taught him to be ashamed of his strange ability to know things he ought not know, but Mr. Graves was encouraging him there was nothing wrong with it. Yes, it was odd he picked up Polish easily during his library trips while he struggled to read well in English, but it was not a reason to hate himself.

❝The fire crabs? They’re right here, honey!❞

random sentence starters

He shivered, running his hands over his face as his eyes whited out ominously. His voice heightened in pitch, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“I like muffins.”

random sentence starters

❝The fire crabs? They’re right here, honey!❞

He shivered, running his hands over his face as his eyes whited out ominously. His voice heightened in pitch, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Soup, and soft rolls. If the boy had not eaten in so long, it would make the young man sick to suddenly swallow heavy things to digest. “Never apologize for needing something, Credence.” Percival thought about it - how to word his concern gently enough around the abused kid - but he admittedly was clumsy with it. He wandlessly pulled the chair out for the kid, as the dinner rolls plumped up on the baking sheet. 

In a flickering moment of confidence, he focused upon opening cabinets without a word or touch. It was, he imagined, a ridiculously simple task. How was he to know it wasn’t common to use magic without a wand or incantation?

Still, even if it was basic, he wanted to be of some use to Mr. Graves. He almost broke a plate, but he regained control of a slip in time to keep it from shattering. 

Once he had managed to bring a roll onto the plate, he was too tired to keep up the display of power. He had to walk over there to retrieve it.

Percival had taken the both of them out to dinner for the Valentine’s Day, marking this a most significant occasion - the first time Credence and Percival could put aside all their inner terrors over still possibly judgmental surroundings (despite wizard establishments less likely to do so, being persecuted people themselves), and being together as lovers in public. 

Credence constantly surprised Percival with his incredible bravery, in contrast with the younger man’s still-timid demeanor. Percival couldn’t help but let his lips tilt up, warmth softening his gaze, before he put his hand over Credence’s hand. He couldn’t help a quick, alert glance-around to make sure no one else was going to harass them, before turning that warm smile back to Credence, accepting the bouquet. 

“I can’t promise you that.” Percival offered apologetically, but didn’t delay in following up with decidedly more tease than apology in tone, despite his ever-unchanging expression for the most part, “but I can promise you I am yours all night.” 

He often felt guilty for demanding Percival’s attention --  yet it hardly stopped him from pursuing such. They’d had a wonderful evening together, and he knew he should be grateful for any amount of time spent with him. He wished the loneliness wasn’t so quick to sink into his heart when Percival wasn’t close to him. The shadows were never far.

“I want to go home.” he decided. This was certainly something he would never expect to hear from himself a few years ago.

As rain descended over them lightly, his thoughts turned to Percival’s elegant bathroom. How delightful warm water would be on his skin -- a luxury Credence was certain Mr. Graves took for granted. 

“You’re home now, Credence.” Percival didn’t know what to say, he could only repeat himself, gently pat Credence on the back as he offered his embrace for as long as Credence needed it. He knew, though, this was likely better done in their feline forms - animal instincts usually in Percival’s experience was the most efficient in cutting through all the human thoughts, and went straight to the base instincts and needs, and animals had no problem expressing themselves directly. 

When he parted from him, he took a seat -- on the floor. In front of a couch. He sat stiffly, hands folded politely as he lowered his gaze from Percival...

He’d never been in someone else’s house. He had not the faintest clue of what to do, but he did know he was exceptionally hungry as well as tired.