severed wings thrash and flutter in a faraway and futile attempt at twisting the cruelty of fate. abraxas malfoy [post hogwarts au] ©lilacwine-
Someone's made a graveyard out of Hogwarts. Purebloods are dropping like flies and Tom Riddle's plans are right on the edge of a precipice. © lilacwine-
I don't think I fear god anymore, But I fear you. [prose poetry] ©lilacwine-
they can't kiss the blood off each other's tainted hands so they play god like children with dolls. [ tom riddle era | post hogwarts ] in which a girl running from herself trips and falls knife first into the glacial heart of tom riddle. ©lilacwine-