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/a-na-ga-pe-sis/ n. (English)
¬no longer feeling any affection for someone you once loved
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status: available title: nesting in your simmering mind* love interest: james potter oc name: corentine* berrycloth* house: ravenclaw blood status: halfblood* timeline: marauders era
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𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕥
corentineberrycloth: atikah karim* james potter: dev patel*
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𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤*
Her fate had been decided even befor she had taken her first breath, had inhaled for the first time to exhale in a bone-rattling scream. Her mother had cried and her father had cried and she had screamed and screamed and screamed. Corentine Berrycloth was born doomed.
Blood tinted black with ancient magic flooded her body and she hated it, hated every last drop. She despised her mother for carrying her out to full term, that she hadn't taken any potion, hadn't thrown her fragile body down a staircase, hadn't hurled Corentine away as soon as she'd been born. It couldn't be so hard to smother a newborn, could it? Place the baby beneath your pillow and go to sleep, your ploblem will be gone by the time you wake up.
Corentine was alive and sometimes she was nearly able to forgive her mother for that circumstance. These were the moments when she wasn't filled with simmering anger but tears stung her eyes, when sorrow was clawing at her hollow bones and long-gone ghosts were rattling her ribcage. When she remembered her mother's lullabies, the cookies she baked during storms and her warmth when she lay down besides her, telling her a fantastic bedtime story. Her trilling laughter, her stories about flying, about home and foreign destinations and the thrill of the wild wind. That she should not be afraid, that her future wouldn't be the end but a beginning, that it wasn't her fault.
