ā smoke, fire itās all going up .
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ā Ā victoria ā alastor .
OLDER:
ā Ā victoria ā edgarĀ .
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@vicavecy
ā smoke, fire itās all going up .
WHAT I OWE:
CURRENT:
ā Ā victoria ā alastor .
OLDER:
ā Ā victoria ā edgarĀ .

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edgar bones .
Her words made him pause. Her mess?Ā What? What could she possibly mean by that? But before he could so much as ask her, she quickly mentioned leaving and it made a sharp, desperate shot of urgency let loose like a tornado in his chest. No. Please. The mere idea of her leaving now āāā now that she was here and he could see her āāā was enough to nearly send him into an all-out panic. Just a little more time. Just a little more, that was all he asked. That was all he needed.Ā
⦠But was that fair? To force something out of his own bids of pure selfishness? Especially it could cause Tori harm? After everything heād already put her through? Put their family through? Fuck, he was a right, disgusting git, and he knew it. He needed to go. It was the right thing to do. It was for the best. He never should have come in the first place. He said he wouldnāt ruin her or her life ever again after that night and he meant it. Now more than ever before. His feelings didnāt matter. Not anymore.Ā
Edgar made the move to rise from his seat then āāā mind firmly made up āāā but froze at the two, barely there whispered words his wife suddenly uttered between them.Ā
Donāt go.Ā
It was astounding almost, how just that simple phrase affected him so thoroughly; made him feel as though his body was floating. He didnāt know which was up or down in that moment, but he didnāt care. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him there. She wanted him. If only what she continued with ( a strange, fragmented explanation that only made his muddled brain fog over all the more ) wasnāt so unbelievably confusing.Ā
āTori, whatāāā?ā Apology? What did she need to apologize for? He was the one that needed to apologize! Not her! Merlin, what in the bloody hell was she saying? āWhat you did? I donātĀ āāā I donāt understand?ā Quick as a shot, his hand reached out to settle over both of her intertwined ones. He didnāt so much as think about it. It was natural, even after all this time. He wanted to comfort her in some wayĀ āāā let her know he was there. It also helped ground himself as he tried and get a handle on what heād just heard. āOf course I donāt want you to go. I neverāāā.ā His voice broke. āI just ⦠I donāt get what you mean. What are you talking about? Fix what?āĀ
ā± āāāāāā {ā . ⯠.ā } āāāāāā ā°
He was asking questions, but all she could feel was his hand on hers; warm and vibrant and alive again. Godric, she shouldnāt be here. She shouldāve stayed away; shouldāve kept him safe. Was this selfishness? To need someone so badly? Theyād been magnets, the two of them, from the moment theyād met, and maybe it was only putting off the inevitable to stay away as long as she did. But, still, she could hear him screaming, even now, even sitting here and hearing him talk; perfectly safe and back by her side.
But for how long?
Vic searched his eyes, unsure of how to even start. With Amelia, it was a story. An apology, sure, but the story was enough. For Eddie? Godric, she didnāt even know if it was enough to tell him the story. Enough to apologize. Sheād put them all in harms way, and didnāt even get a chance to save them. To try.Ā
āIt wasnāt just you, helping the Order,ā the words came out in a whisper, and she looked up at him, saw his eyes, and had to look away again to blink away the tears.Ā āI thought -- Well, I thought Dumbledore would... --Ā Fuck.ā Telling him was harder than Amelia. The thought that sheād put him, and their children, in that much danger felt like a knife to the chest.Ā āPlease donāt hate me.āĀ She shuddered out the words, tears still streaming down her cheeks as she looked at him.Ā āI know, I know I shouldnāt have. I thought, fuck, I thought the world of myself. Suppose sometimes I still do.ā Vic wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand.Ā āInvincible despite it all.āĀ
Another breath steadied her enough to meet his eyes and at least finish a full sentence. Something that might make sense.Ā āI was trying to be a spy, for Dumbledore,ā she said, quietly.Ā āA week before everything happened, Iād gone to the Avery manor. I think it was my brother, who sent them. And I donāt know if they remember now, or if youāre in danger now that Iām here, or if Iām fucking it all up again just by seeing you but I couldnāt--ā Vic shook her head, looking down at her hands.Ā āI just missed you soĀ bloody much.ā
And she did. She missed him more than sheād missed anyone else in her life. He was the first person whoād been there for her through it all; the first person whoād seen her at her highest point and her highest low. Sheād betrayed him, and still he was here. Oblivious, of course, until this moment in time. His wife had been their downfall.
āAnd I knew you would blame yourself,ā Vic laughed, trying to wipe at her eyes again but the tears were still coming.Ā āI knew you would. And you probably still do, donāt you?ā She looked at him, meeting his eyes, seeing the pain there, the way that he was trying to make sense of all this. Truthfully, it couldāve been something heād done, but sheād never blame him for it. Not once. Even if it hadnāt been her; even if it hadnāt been that trip to her family home. She would never, not once, put that blame on his shoulders. Carefully, she lifted their hands and kissed his, resting her forehead on them.Ā āIām so sorry. Iām so fucking sorry, Eddie.ā
amelia bones .
Amelia truly didnāt want to act like this towards Vic. She wanted nothing more than to hug her again and to tell her how much sheād missed her, how much sheād grieved her. But the other remembered, and hadnāt come to see them in three months. That stung, and it made Amelia angry, and confused as to why. Even seeing Vic put her hands up like that made her feel rather angry, and she bit the inside of her lip sharply to keep from snapping at her.
āIt is only bloody fair you pay, yes,ā She said, trying to put a lighter tone in her voice, but feeling like sheād failed. She looked at the outstretched hand, then at Victoria, frozen for a brief moment as she considered. She knew that Vic couldnāt be trying to swindle her, and she prayed that it wasnāt Vic suddenly turning on them somehow. There had to be a reason, and she needed to hear it, and understand it, before she let her anger get out of control. Most of all, she had to protect her brother.
ā⦠Okay,ā She managed out after a moment, taking a deep breath and reaching out to take Vicās hand,Ā āI will trust you this one time, and then you will tell me absolutely everything about why itās taken you so long to find us, since you remember too. And thenā¦ā Then sheād decide.
ā± āāāāāā {ā . ⯠.ā } āāāāāā ā°
A deep breath followed Ameliaās switch in tone, and as soon as Amelia took her hand, she nodded and apparated them off. It was a small Muggle shop, one that sheād spent quite a few lunches in over the past few months. The wizarding world felt dangerous, what with the Bones on every corner, and her family likely watching her every move. If they knew. Vic couldnāt be too careful, not this time around.
Once they were sat down, Vic took a deep breath and waved a hand around her.Ā āTheyāve got the best bloody fish and chips this close to the water,ā she said, a small smile, humorless gracing her lips before disappearing again.Ā āBut, unfortunately, thatās not why I brought you here. Wish Iād found this place due to better circumstances but... Blimey, I donāt even know if this is where I should start.ā Vic shook her head and then looked at her sister-in-law.Ā āWhen I woke up, the last thing I remembered was seeing-- They had the boys, Lia. Our babies. And it was all my fault.ā Vic closed her eyes and then opened them again.Ā
āHe needed a spy. Dumbledore. I volunteered, but he didnāt like my odds, and you know me. I said screw em. So I tried to go home; we were still on speaking terms then, although they hadnāt spoken to me in a long time. But I pretended I wanted out. Pretended I was ready to come home and be a Death Eater.ā A laugh shook her then, and she wiped at a tear that was flooding down her cheek.Ā āI donāt know if he still remembers. My brother. But I couldnāt be... I canāt be sure. Moodyās been helping me, trying to see if any of the Death Eaters remember anything. But I didnāt--I couldnāt put Edgar back in that position. If I went back to him too early, to you, he might...ā Vic looked down at her hands.Ā āI donāt know if it was him for sure. But he always fucking hatedĀ me. Even when we were kids.Ā HatedĀ me, for what always felt like no reason. And I just canāt help but think it was him, or someone he told, that night. We never saw their faces.āĀ
who: @madeye-mccdy where: moodyās home. when: july 1st, 1979.
Vic knew she shouldāve sent an owl first. Or, at the very least, told him she wasnāt staying at Edgarās tonight. It was almost like living with a parent again, or what Vic had imagined living with a parent would be like. One that cared, and would wonder what happened to you if you were out far too late. These days, sheād been more worried about him, of course. After he returned from Mungoās, Vic had barely left his side. You helped me, I help you. Thatās what sheād told him it was. Instead, it was the fact that he was there for her when no one else was. Whether or not heād meant to, sheād grown to care about him like he was her old man. And he was betterĀ than her old man, anyways.Ā
āSorry, sorry I knowĀ Iām bloody late,ā she said, as the door closed behind her and she resealed the charms that heād made her put on it.Ā āBut, in my defense, the line at the shoppe was long and then they were out of your favorite, so I had to improvise.ā Plopping the bag full of food down in front of him, Vic began to sort.Ā āI also... I know youāre. going to try to force me under, but donāt you even bloody dare. Iām helping first, and then we can figure out a hiding spot for Eddie and me, yea?ā Pasta in bowls, she took a bite of her food and then looked at him.Ā āYou look like shit.ā A grin.Ā āHowāre you feeling?ā
who: @mccnylupln where: the ministry. when: april 22nd, 1979.
If youād asked Vic that morning if she was going to go into work, the answer wouldāve been a hard no. She knew how this election would go, and didnāt care to see it play out again. Ameliaās hat thrown in the ring was a diversion, sure, and if anyone had her vote it was her sister-in-law. But the larger Wizarding world? The people who could barely talk of the war without growing red in the face? They were ignoring the problem, and it made her sick to her stomach. Amelia did nothing but point at problems and fix them. It was admirable, but naive to think she would win.
Still, she was called in, for nothing more than to be an extra set of hands when the crowd became unruly at the announcement of Minister. Whoever it was, Vic knew, it would spawn a response. Depending on who, it could spawn chaos.
Standing in the atrium was enough to make her heart feel like it might fling from her chest. A man stood near her, a man she vaguely recognized from Hogwarts and other Order meetings. Her eyes flickered to him, and then back to the crowd ahead, before she asked, āWhoās your money on?ā A small shake of her head followed. āIād say Bagnold, but Iāve got not way of really knowing this time round.ā

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amelia bones .
Amelia truly was a storm of emotions at the moment, and she couldnāt help but clench her fist, and her jaw, at Victoriaās words,Ā āthereās the Amelia I know and loveā. Part of her wanted to snap at her, tell her that she wasnāt allowed to say that anymore. Part of her wanted to laugh and be relieved that Vic remembered and say she missed her. The biggest part of her though, was throwing up a wall, and taking a step back, arms crossed over her chest as she watched the other woman, listening to her words.
ā⦠I have time to take lunch, yes,ā She finally spoke after a pause, voice a little more even, a little more stern, as she tried to keep that wall up at the moment, to protect herself, to protect Edgar. She needed to vet Vic before she said anything, before she told her anything, or before she went to Edgar about it. A small snort was the only reply to those words. How was staying away going to keep Edgar safe? How was breaking his heart going to help?
Amelia couldnāt help but bristle though, at the thought of them going to her flat. Until she knew the story, until she knew why it had taken over three months for Vic to show up, she didnāt feel like she could truly trust her.Ā āWe can go to a muggle bar,ā She spoke then, evenly,Ā āI donāt want you at my flat at the moment. And until you tell me why the hell youāve stayed away, and what youāre talking about, Iām not telling you anything about my brother.ā She wasnāt going to give her that satisfaction of knowing, until there was an explanation.
ā± āāāāāā {ā . ⯠.ā } āāāāāā ā°
Perhaps Vic deserved the way Amelia was acting; perhaps she deserved the tight lips and the crossed arms. Still, it hurt, knowing that sheād put up a wall between them. The Bones were the most accepting of people, but if you crossed them, youād better watch their back. Vic had never expected to be on that list, but here she was, facing Ameliaās wrath, and while she had her her own anger, Ameliaās felt worse somehow.
She held up her hands in surrender, palms out, hoping that Amelia would realize that she wasnāt here to make matters worse. It was hard to know that sheād fucked up, and that Amelia wasnāt giving her any grace. Not that she should, not really, but that usual fire still roiled in her stomach.Ā āA muggle bar it is,ā she said, with a small shrug.Ā āAnd I supposeĀ youāre going to make me pay, which is only bloody fair.ā Vic rubbed at her eyes, holding out her hand.Ā āWould you like to apparate us too or will you at least trust I can get us to a bar?ā
It was too normal, her statement, her teasing. Vic knewĀ and yet she couldnāt stop. Her nerves had gotten the better of her, as usual, and she couldnāt shut her bloody mouth. Still, it was better than not saying anything at all; than letting her fear get to her. She was here, wasnāt she? That had to count for fuckinā something.Ā āIām not trying to swindle you, Lia. And my pride, as you know, is much too fragile to show up unless I absolutely had to. Iād like to think you know me well enough that I wouldnāt leave any of you without a reason. Especially not Eddie.ā Her voice cracked again at the familiar nickname, and her eyes flickered down.Ā āSo, trust me, one last time. And then if you want to tell me to fuck off you can.ā
edgar bones .
It was a mistake. Merlinās beard, was it ever a huge fucking mistake to be at the Leaky, especially that night. And yet, there Edgar stood, right in the threshold of the old, bustling bar like the dewy-eyed fool heād always been. He knew the risks. He knew that there was a very real chance of having some kind of contact with Victoria after everything. But even then, deep down, he knew he had to do it. No matter how much his brain screamed at him to turn back and flee, or how much his stomach threatened to rebel right onto the floor under his leaden feet, Edgar had to see her, even if it was just this once.Ā
Just one last time.Ā
Heād avoided even the mere thought of Victoria for far, far too long; practically running like a pathetic dog with its tail between its legs at every brief flash of long, dark hair, or anyone who so much as looked like his wife from a distance. It was beyond cowardly, but that last night of his and his familyās lives was still so fresh āāāĀ and it was his fault. His.Ā He just couldnāt bare to see her. HeĀ couldnāt stand to look at the love of his life after what theyād been through; all theyād lost. Victoria deserved better than him. She always had, and he refused to be her ruin. Never again.Ā
But Rowena fucking above, heād missed her. It felt as though there was a hole carved in his chest that grew with each passing day and they werenāt together. And even though he had his siblings, it wasnāt the same. The ache he felt practically gnawing at his bones was unlike anything heād ever known; the visceral pain on a constant loop.
So to suddenly see her, just a few feet away from him, was almost enough to knock him over. She was there;Ā right there and back alive, just as he was. They were both back in the place where it all began and Victoria was looking just as beautiful as she had that first night. Before Edgar realized it, he was moving towards her table as though pulled on strings, tears immediately springing to his eyes as a quick, watery laugh escaped him at her words ( her voice ). He slowly took a seat in the booth across from her in the last ditch effort to prevent himself from pulling her tight into the circle of his arms and just never letting go; take in the comforting scent and warmth of her and breathe for the first time in months.
āYou know me, always around to make a fuckinā mess, I am.ā he said at last, his voice a pained croak as he tossed a shakily, crooked smile her way in the last ditch effort to fight back the sob building in his throat. She was real. This was real. āI tried not to come, but I just ⦠I had to, Tori. This night, it wasāāāā everything. It was everything. He wished with all he had that they could have that night again. He wished. āBut I can go ⦠if you want.ā
ā± āāāāāā {ā . ⯠.ā } āāāāāā ā°
There were tears in her eyes, and almost immediately as she saw them, there were tears in her own. Vic couldnāt help but laugh at his laugh; a small smile landing on her lips at the very sight of him. Godric, why had she ever left? The memories escaped her for a moment, the way all thought left her on this night all those years ago. If it werenāt for the constant fear piling in her stomach, Vic knew that she wouldnāt have a chance. Not against Eddie. It was why sheād never had this moment; why sheād never seen him. She knew she would break apart, and he would pick up her pieces.
Heād always known how to put her back together.
Even now, she felt herself reaching for him, but stopped her hand on the table, unsure of what he would do, or how he would feel. Now he knew. He knew that she had remembered for months and avoided him; knew her well enough to know there must be a reason. Or, at least she hoped he knew that. Vic was a loose cannon; a broken record; a sun spinning out of orbit. But she was never without a point. If anyone knew that, it was Edgar. Still, that didnāt dull any kind of pain that he must be feeling. It didnāt stop the fact that it was April, and she still hadnāt seen him.Ā
āWell, this time, it seems like itās my mess doesnāt it?ā she took a shaky breath, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand before nodding at his words.Ā āI know. Trust me. I know. I didnāt mean to... Blimey, I shouldnāt be here.ā Her voice cracked ever so slightly on those words and she looked at him, a bit of anguish in her eyes. After all, she didnāt want him to go, but really he shouldĀ go. They couldnāt be seen together. What if her brother remembered? What if he knew and was wanting to finish the job early? Still, he wouldnāt be caught dead in the Leaky. No, he was much too AveryĀ for that.Ā
Her next two words came out in a whisper, and for a moment, Vic didnāt realize she said them, āDonāt go.ā Such a simple sentence, packed with so much meaning. His nickname for her, Tori, ringing over and over in her head. Hearing his voice for the first time in what felt like years, but really was, in theory, only months, felt both like a warm hug and a punch to the gut. āI... You deserve an explanation. And a bloody apology, both for what I did then and what I had to do now. I canāt--I fucked up. And not in my usual... I fucked up a little bit and can fix it way. I donāt know how to fix this one and the only way was staying away. Which, Iām obviously doing a fabulous job of.ā She paused, her hands clasped together on the table, knuckles white. Vic wasnāt sure what to do, or what to say, but she knew she needed to ask one more question.Ā āDo you want me to go?ā
amelia bones .
Amelia had thought of her future sister-in-law during the past few months, though she had tried not to. She was torn between wanting to find her and seeing if she remembered, seeing if she missed Edgar, seeing if they would be happy again, and also just going to find her and yelling at her for not coming to Edgar sooner if she did remember. She missed her friend, of course, but more importantly, she wanted her twin to be happy first, which is why she hadnāt gone to actively seek her out.
She wasnāt sure if Vic would come to her if she remembered or not. Was she avoiding them? Was there something else going on? Did she get to be one of the ones who didnāt have to remember everything that had happened? Truthfully though, the thoughts had only popped up here and there; with everything else going on, Amelia was far too occupied and running on too little sleep and too much caffeine to think of anything but what was in front of her.
Trying to clean her office after sheād thrown papers everywhere in her anger was an easier task said than done. The papers had to be reorganized, and Amelia couldnāt sit still long enough to do it. A little chime went off, signaling that someone had approached her door, a charm sheād put up recently to give herself a bit more warning, and she froze. However, when the door didnāt open, Amelia felt even more confused.
Walking over to the door, she opened it and stepped out, wondering if the charm was malfunctioning or if someone was playing a trick on her, when she spotted her; Victoria. The other womanās face crumpled, and she called herĀ āLiaā, a name sheād only call her ifā¦
Amelia didnāt really think, her feet moving her towards the other woman and her arms pulling her into a tight hug. For the briefest moment, all she could think was how much sheād missed her, how much sheād grieved her along with Edgar and the boys, and how much she wanted to tell her that. But that only lasted for a brief moment.
Pulling back, Ameliaās hand clenched into a fist and she socked Victoria hard in the shoulder, eyes narrowing as she pulled back to look at her.Ā āWhere the bloody hell have you been?ā She snapped at her then,Ā āWhat the fuck is wrong with you?ā
ā± āāāāāā {ā . ⯠.ā } āāāāāā ā°
Ameliaās face was a storm, and Victoria almost wanted to run away before she was drenched in the rain. Still, she wasnāt expecting what happened first. The hug, the way Ameliaās arms wrapped around her and squeezed tight. Vic closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the feeling of comfort. Godric, how long had it been since sheād felt safe? At home? She wasnāt even Eddie, and it was like being surrounded by warm waters.Ā
The punch came swiftly, breaking Vic from her thoughts, and she couldnāt help but laugh ever so slightly.Ā āThereās the Amelia I know and love,ā she said, softly, unable to help herself, unable to avoid the questions her sister-in-law was asking. Vic rubbed her eyes and looked down at her hands, which were now clasped together, knuckles white. Her questions were valid, and Vic knew she deserved them, but it didnāt make them hurt any less.
āDo you have time to grab a bite?ā she asked, quietly.Ā āThereās... Itās a story. And I know now, I shouldāve come back sooner. I just thought... I thought I could keep him safe by staying away.ā Vic searched Ameliaās eyes, hoping that the other woman would understand. But, knowing Lia, she knew that it would take more convincing; that she wasnāt going to get off so easily. If she were in her sister-in-lawās shoes, she wouldnāt let herself get off easy either. It made her, for a moment, think of Moody, and how often heād told her to go home, but how often she couldnāt.
Did that make her a terrible person? Did it make her awful that she truly was justĀ excruciatinglyĀ terrified that she might send pain Edgarās way again? Godric, and what if her brother was around, still, waiting for them to return?Ā
No, she had to keep playing a game. At least a little while longer. At least enough that her brother wouldnāt suspect that she knew.Ā āIf we can... If we can go to your flat, or a muggle bar, Iāll explain everything. I just... I had to see you and know how you all were doing.ā Vic paused and closed her eyes briefly, before saying quietly,Ā āI had to know how he was doing.ā
who: @edgxrsbonesā when: april 9th, 1979. where: the leaky cauldron.
The Leakyās warmth seeped into her bones as soon as she pushed past its door. Just like the previous 1979, winter hadnāt given up its icy grasp on April. Vic was a fan of Summer, herself, but luckily for her the Leaky always felt warmer, especially after this day. Godric, she knew she shouldnāt be here; knew she shouldnāt be toeing the line. But, she hadĀ to come, didnāt she? A part of her didnāt think he would come, but she knew that was just wishful thinking.
Sentimentality would be the death of them.Ā
There was no way Vic would be able to pretend if she saw him. Even thinking of it now, of the way he looked at her the first time, under the dim lights of this very room, on this very day, she knew it would kill her. Theyād always said if they were able to relive the moment, it would be nothing but happiness. Joy and light and laughter. And the moment hadĀ been that. But they were no longer those people, were they? Vic had seen to that.Ā
As the minutes ticked by, her butterbeer growing colder, Vic wondered if he wouldnāt show. Maybe theyād both be spared from a reunion that wouldnāt be nearly as bright as their meeting. And then, the door opened. It was almost like seeing him again for the first time; her stomach fully fell from her chest, and it took everything in her not to run to him then and there, knock him to the ground like heād done to her what felt like a lifetime ago.
But, she didnāt.
Her feet remained firmly planted in her seat as she waited. It wasnāt until their eyes met that she knew he would know, and Vic had to turn away to keep him from seeing the tears springing. Arms wrapped around herself, like a protective shield, and she waited for him to come slide into the booth, breathed in one final gulp of air before she said,Ā āI was wondering if you would even show. I donāt know if I would, if I were in your shoes. If Iād...ā Vic closed her eyes before saying, quietly,Ā āYouāre even wearing the same jacket. From that night-- thisĀ night.ā
who: amelia bones ( @ameliajbonesā ) where: the ministry of magic. when: april 3rd, 1979.
Sheād been so bloody careful.
Only sparing glances at them when she knew they wouldnāt see her; only taking her eyes from her work when she knew Amelia was too focused on a task at hand, or Felix walking down the hall with one of his clients. Luckily for her, Edgar didnāt come around these parts often, only to see his siblings. She thought, maybe, sheād seen him once, but had instantly run the other direction as if sheād seen a ghost.
Maybe, that was all it was, in the end.
Still, Vic was not scared of anything, and here she was, terrified of talking to any of the people that she would call family first. Alastor, bless him, had taken her in after sheād explained everything, but it wasnāt the same in the end. The Bones had become her family, Amelia one of her closest friends. The Valentineās ball had been hard enough on her, but with Michumās death she knew, especially from Moodyās sulking, that things were not looking fucking up.Ā
Pretending not to know about the past, not to remember, was the hardest part of her day, but letting that guard slip? It was almost harder. Still, Vicās feet had led her here, to Ameliaās door, and for the first time in her life, she found herself failing in bravery.Ā āNope, fuck this,ā she whispered, turning on her heel and walking away, only to hear the door open. No, no, no, no... She didnāt have to turn around, but her feet betrayed her, and when she saw Ameliaās face, her own crumpled ever so slightly. āYāgot room for a giant arsehole in your office, Lia?ā The words felt strange falling from her lips, admitting that sheād been wrong, that she couldnāt keep hiding all at once. Still, she wasnāt sure what Lia would do in this situation and that made her stomach roil.Ā Ā

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smoke, fire itās all going up donāt you know iām not afraid to shed a little blood.
a self para for @mementomori-rp.
Remember that first laugh? All it changed once I had that? Like a hurricane, but I donāt care where I land So, dance carefree, I hope thatās easier knowing me Now, your soul is yours, but Iāll help it move if I can
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if you keep swallowing the anger back, itās going to choke you

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p.s. i miss you. p.s. i love you. p.s. iām not going to tell you any of that.
Love, Em // P.S. (viaĀ scribblingwithstardust)