Who: Theodore and ...? Where: The graveyard When: Dusk of the 20th Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete/Open to one
Give me your trust, said the queen on her throne, for I must bear the burden all alone. Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule, and no man will think you a fool.
But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark. Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark. Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath. Trust is the sound of death.
Theodore was perched atop a grave, his voice, high and clear and thin, floating over the assembled graves as if they were his audience, rocking slightly back and forth as he sang. He missed Draco, but he missed the clarity of mind Draco's presence granted him, but he refused to go crawling to him every time he felt his mind falling apart. Singing helped, but only barely.
If you go to him, Teddy, the voice sneered, he won't be alone. He'll be taking some trollop and he's smirk at you as he makes you watch, makes you want... "Shut up!" He shouted, clamping his hands to both sides of his head, squeezing his eyes shut up. A whimper escaped his lips. "Just go away," he panted, breathing hard through his nose. "Go away..."