The Cabin | D.M 18+

S I X T Y - F O U R

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- DRACO -

If guild had a taste, it would be that of liquorice. Disgusting and parallel.

Darker than any cavern no matter the turning points, if it were a maze - there would be no escape. Pointless. Endless.

It would be like the touch of crumbs left at the bottom of your sink after doing the dishes. Not that it had been a problem of mine ever, but upon hearing one of Hermione's and Theo's intricate whispers before she was captured, I could tell by her frown and shiver that it was something far from pleasantry.

I was a black ball of negativity. And as I stare at the blankness of the bridge, the night singing casually with nothing but winds and owls, I try my hardest not to add my own sob to the ballad.

All I wanted was to protect her.

I understood that with her gift, she was well protected, including all the charms I could chant with my wand.

But to me that wasn't enough. Because never would I have assumed I'd get a real chance at life. This was my only shot so to keep that security gripped tightly into a corner, was a situation I thought I could handle.

Typically it was easy for me to intimidate the small mice in the corner, for I was the panther of the food chain. But she was a lioness.

An animal that could outstrength the purring cat of darkness and crudity.

That was my weakness.

Her.

My shadow.

The very shadow that outburned the twilight of my misery. And I wondered how something dark could shed light.

But then I recalled that physics was a science that was meant to be broken and tested. Now an answer was something I didn't care to have.

As long as I had Belle, nothing else mattered.

Seeing her in tears, begging me to stop had me in a wave of emotions and I hadn't even taken to thinking that messing around with dark runic magic would appease Ghost's return.

Now that was a scenario I was trying to avoid. Not encourage it.

Her eyes were diamonds. The purity of what I dived for in the first place, for she had been the very reason for winning the war and coming clear of my grungy past.

I clench my grip on the blood replenishing potion and wince as the pain pulses across the inner flesh of my arm. More strands of blood seeps from the cuts as I chant over and over to what I have done.

A rhetorical question I didn't want to admit the answer to.

With a quick charm, I clean up my arm and chuck the empty bottle over the railing and into the free waters of the river. Hearing it lightly splosh as I turn, I take a deep breath and prepare for the turmoil I'll soon face.

It takes me a little longer to reach the underdepth of the bridge, for walking has soon become more of a stumble and the crispiness of early hours hadn't become so welcoming to my stiffened joints.

As though I had taken too many swigs of Firewhisky.

I try to force a few harsh blinks before shaking my head to obtain some sense of reality, but the amount of blood I had used in the last week had my body reacting in ways where everything felt as if it were a dream.