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| enemies to lovers | dagger to throat | morally grey oc | slow-burn | dark themes | gore | violence | toxicity | corruption arc | golden era | mythology references | dark fantasy | 18+
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𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊
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𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 the night more than the day.
She used to hate it, but as the years flew by and she got accustomed to not seeing the sun, she grew to love the night and its imperious moon. Sometimes when you lose hope for something, you begin to hate it.
She always preferred to have meetings with Dumbledore during the evening or night. It was better for her not to get caught, although it was not suspicious of hanging around the headmaster. She had to be careful. Ariadne did not want any of Tom's followers to find out.
Which reminded her she had never asked what they were. Did they have a name? Or did they call themselves bullies of some sort? She made a note in her head to investigate that later.
"Is there something you wish to tell me?" Dumbledore questioned, his timbre soft. Ariadne only stared at the courtyard as they passed, arms crossed over her chest, the book he had given her pressed tightly against her. "I cannot help you if you do not tell me what's wrong."
She stopped and turned towards Dumbledore. Ariadne handed him the book without another word and shrugged. "He will not get close to me. Not anymore."
The demigoddess was about to continue in her tracks when the headmaster reached out his arm and stopped her. A sigh fell past her lips, and she turned around once again.
There was a question in Dumbledore's periwinkle eyes, and Ariadne found herself looking away.
"You did something, didn't you?" he queried, and Ariadne closed her eyes briefly, her shoulders drooping.
She nodded.
"But he has not killed you," Dumbledore said. "So I think you can continue with your mission."
He grasped her hand and handed her the book again.
Ariadne's hand did not close around it. She shook her head. "Professor Dumbledore, he loathes me. I have no interest in spending time with someone who wouldn't miss a chance to kill me."
The headmaster stared at her and smiled at her. It was secretive, and the assassin was not sure if he was merely trying to play a trick on her mind or if he was mad but trying to hide it.
"What is your greatest desire?" Dumbledore asked, changing the subject so suddenly that Ariadne was taken aback.
Her eyes snapped to his, and she blinked. She shifted her weight from one foot to another and opened her mouth, though she closed it when she felt her cheeks grow hot.
