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‘ and even after it all started, i helped. i killed him, too. ’ for Jacob from Credence (referencing Shaw primarily, but the whole New York Debacle as well)

{ Devotion of Suspect X Starters }

Jacob was real quiet, unsure how to approach this delicately – or even if he ought to be delicate about it. His gaze flicked a moment to where Newt was standing, elbow deep in some creature’s – well, it probably needed help with something, and he’d just missed that part of the conversation cause he’d been focused on Credence. 

Shaking his head and thinking it wasn’t so much different from a farmer’s job sometimes, he turned back to the younger man and chose to be frank. “Well you’re not the only man here with blood on his hands. Sure I stained mine in a war but – s’far as I can see it, you’ve been fighting your own kind of war for a long time. It ain’t gonna leave you though – what you did, it’s gonna stick with you, and you’re not gonna like it. But the minute you start thinkin’ things like they deserved it – or feelin’ like there ain’t no reason to be guilty – tread careful, pal. Cause that’s a damn slippery slope to climb – some say it’s healthy to let go and others, well they let go too much, convince themselves they’re in the right, and that’s how we end up with monsters. You got a power to ya kid, a whole lot of it – but there’s not a man alive these days that doesn’t have a devil in him now, be he a man who fought or a man who was too cowardly to try, or too sick to get in, or too old to be allowed in the fight. There’s a monster sleeping in everyone – you’re not alone on that score. Whether or not you let what happened get the best of you, and wake that thing up  –  well that ain’t anybody’s call but yours.” 

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“I wouldn’t change ya.” [@ Jacob because I have a need I’m sorry]

{ Death Of A Bachelor Starters }

“You already have,” Jacob pointed out firmly, needing her to understand this while also trying hard not to think about it. Wanting and needing her to hear it rather than just pick up on it – it felt important, somehow. “A dame like you could change a man’s life just by smiling at him, y’know? But it’s more than that – it’s so much more than that.”

Reaching out, he took her hand in his, laying his other one over top of it as he met her eyes squarely, trusting her to see this part of him and accept it. “Ever since the war – I’ve been in a haze. It was over for a lotta folks before it was ever over for me. I only just got back from the other side a couple years ago – we were still out there, and when we got back – well I know I wasn’t the same. Nothin’ felt right anymore. Nothing’s felt right since. Not til I met Newt – not until all that crazy we went through, that brought you into my life. I couldn’t forget you – no way. You were there, and all those other memories, and I couldn’t let that go because – because it’s the happiest I’ve felt since I went overseas. You’ve brought me joy again Queenie – and that ain’t nothin.” 

“tell me you don’t feel the same.” [yeets Queenie @ Jacob finally]

{ Seven Word Starters }

“If I’m to be totally honest with you sweetheart, I can’t say I really know how I feel about all this, yknow?” He’d been trying to keep up with it – and aside from a few visceral responses, Jacob honestly didn’t feel like he had much to contribute to the conversation. This was wizarding politics and well – he barely got on with his own, let alone figuring out all the nuances with this, even if he could pick up on where Queenie was going with it. 

Sighing, he folded his arms on the table and offered what little he could to try and set her mind at ease. “From what I gather this – Grindelwald guy – is bad news cause he wants folks like me to be the servants of folks like you right? But he’s also got some good points as to this uh. Statue thing.” That was the wrong word but he was fairly sure he was close enough she’d get the point. “So people that may not want to hurt us are listening cause he’s selling something they really want to hear. And well – I mean we just fought a war on those grounds, you know? So – yeah, I agree that he’s bad news – but I also agree with you in that you shouldn’t have to hide who you care about. Not even just for selfish reasons,” He added with a sheepish smile, “But just cause – well, nobody should have to hide something like that, right?” 

“everything is so confusing. i don’t know.” Credence for Theseus

{ Seven Word Starters } 

“I understand that this must be very difficult for you,” This was not how things had been meant to pan out, on any score. Had Newton simply swallowed some of his pride and come visit, this entire debacle might well have been avoided. Had he gone to his brother, that would have been noted far more than if the other had come to him – but he supposed now, the court of fault was weighed equally between them. 

What mattered now was altering the course of matters – despite every failure up until this point. There was no point in lamenting the mistakes of the past when the future remained so tenuous and unclear. If Credence was to have any hope of surviving all of this, he would need Newton’s help – and the only way to achieve that would be for Theseus to go against his orders, deliberately disobey his commanders, and commit an act of treason against the Ministry in order to harbor this dangerous obscurial in the thin hope that his wayward sibling might get his act together in time to be of use to all of them. 

“And I wish it could be different – “ He had no desire to see another needless corpse on the ground, not if he could help it – but of course it was easier to acknowledge the more pressing fact that his brother would never forgive him if he harmed this young man. “But I am afraid there is no alternative that does not end in another horrible circumstance like New York. I have it from credible sources that you are not a cruel man, Mister Barebone – I beg of you, do take this opportunity to prove it,” If he was caught at this it would be the end of him, “Preferably before the others get here.” He held out his hand – knowing, as he did, that he was sealing their fates together on no greater authority than the bleeding heart of his brother, and the endless staring eyes inside his own mind.

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“i’m really tired of your piss-poor attitude.” For Draco

{ Rebellion Starters } 

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“Oh, because yours is so charming Uncle, is that it?” Honestly he did not come here for a fucking lecture – if he had wanted one of those he’d have gone straight home. Rather than get into a pissing match however, Draco set a bottle of wine down on the table between them with a decisive thud. It was a rare enough vintage, from one of he father’s cellars – doubtless “Uncle” Regulus would have something to say about that as well, but as it was he really didn’t care if the man dug into his father so long as he took the talons out of him for a minute. 

“Either you’re going to help me or not,” He couldn’t pressure the man either way, that much he knew full well – his cousin already knew precisely what he was going to do, and the best Draco could hope for was to bribe his way out of having to listen to the aristocratic monologue of why that particular choice was made. “I’d rather keep this between family but if you would rather be difficult I can go to St. Mungo’s and mother can find out about it when it reaches the newspapers.” 

Neither one of them wanted that, he was damned sure of it. They could manage this themselves just fine – the raid had been relatively successful otherwise. His mother, nor his employers, needed to know the cost of that success if Regulus might be kind enough to stop making a scene about it and just help mitigate it!

“know that we’ll still have each other.” | for draco

{ Seven Word Starters } 

“So you are disappointed.” Draco was not particularly surprised – he knew that he was probably lucky not be disowned for this all things considered – but it still hurt to have it confirmed. Sighing, he took a moment to compose himself and sat down – of the two, mother was far more reasonable, that much went without question. 

He’d had so much prepared to say in his own defense, but now it all sounded hollow in his head. So instead he reached out and laid a hand over hers, holding on to it in the hopes she might understand that he wasn’t able to address this just yet. Instead he remarked, “I’ve always been able to count on you.” Even in the worst of it – even when father had been in Azkaban and his contemporaries had been treating their manor like some manner of hotel, his mother like a commoner in a public house – she had been steady for him. If she could bear up under all that, he did not doubt she could bear up in the face of his chosen career track. 

“So,” He breathed, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt inside, “That just leaves father.” 

seven-word sentence starter.

ciinnamons:

  • “please, don’t take this the wrong way.”
  • “know that we’ll still have each other.”
  • “tell me we’re doing the right thing.”
  • “you know what i was gonna say.”
  • “i don’t give a shit what happened.”
  • “everything is so confusing. i don’t know.”
  • “sorry. i didn’t mean what i said.”
  • “you really don’t have to keep apologising.”
  • “i hate knowing we have to hide.”
  • “it’s not your fault. don’t blame yourself.”
  • “this is all out of our control.”
  • “i think i’m going crazy without you.”
  • “what am i supposed to say to that?”
  • “we need to talk. call me.”
  • “i can’t sleep because of all this.”
  • “how much more must i be hurting?”
  • “i’m not the person i once was.”
  • “c’mon you know it’s not like that.”
  • “what about all of this is funny?”
  • “tell me you don’t feel the same.”
  • “you always seem to make me speechless.”
  • “you left me here all by myself.”
  • “is this all a joke to you?”
  • “i can still remember the good times.”

rebellion starters.

ciinnamons:

  • “soon you’ll realise how childish your vendetta is.”
  • “i’m really tired of your piss-poor attitude.”
  • “show me some respect, jeez.”
  • “it’s like you don’t care about anyone but yourself.”
  • “i swear, you do it to piss me off!”
  • “let’s drive them crazy!”
  • “i’m scared to chase what i’ve been dreaming.”
  • “what am i supposed to find?”
  • “can we stop and rewind?”
  • “when’d i become my own enemy?”
  • “am i worth believing?”
  • “nobody wants to die too fast.”
  • “i want to be brave like you.”
  • “i won’t let this be how it ends.”
  • “we have to do something.”
  • “you’re either with us? or against us.”
  • “we’re all just out here trying to survive.”
  • “it;s never too late to change your luck.”
  • “you need to pick a side.”
  • “the worst is over.”
  • “we need to do this.”
  • “finish what we’ve started.”
  • “the war is over.”

hurt meme.

ciinnamons:

  • “ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
  • “i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
  • “my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
  • “i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
  • “don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
  • “i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
  • “please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
  • “you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
  • “you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
  • “i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
  • “i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
  • “i fucked up, why do you not care?”
  • “i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
  • “you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
  • “i have no idea how to do cpr.”
  • “whose blood is that?”
  • “apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
  • “don’t you dare fucking let go!” 
  • “what the hell happened to you?” 
  • “are they dead? did you kill them?” 
  • “do you know what you’ve done?” 
  • “you’re either with me or against me.” 
  • “who the hell did this to you?” 
  • “are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 
  • “i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 
  • “when was the last time you ate?” 
  • “what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 
  •  “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 
  • “for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 
  • “there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 
  • “are you… throwing up in there?” 
  • “why aren’t you eating?” 
  • “just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 
  • “i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 
  • “i woke up, & you were gone.” 
  • “just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 
  • "it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”