( He pauses, yet knelt, before filling the negative space between them like water, sidling at his brother's side. First, with the very tips of his knees, then gaining ground with two fingers' widths of his thighs. The shock, the horror of his invasion.
Head bowed, hands rupturing on his lap, fingers knotting and unfolding as he tries and fails to remember with absolute clarity. A strange thing, these lands. Curious and alarming, and his head a deaf wound of wonder, of selective amnesia.
He hesitates — )
More. ( Rasped, strained. ) The count depends. She arrived after Sa-Hareth. ( This, he knows. Hermione. Lily. The witches of a kind. ) Disrupted lands, broken. All death-touched.
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Head bowed, hands rupturing on his lap, fingers knotting and unfolding as he tries and fails to remember with absolute clarity. A strange thing, these lands. Curious and alarming, and his head a deaf wound of wonder, of selective amnesia.
He hesitates — )
More. ( Rasped, strained. ) The count depends. She arrived after Sa-Hareth. ( This, he knows. Hermione. Lily. The witches of a kind. ) Disrupted lands, broken. All death-touched.