What in the world was this fic. It broke me and then joined me all back together thought I do feel there are a few pieces missing from me. ANDDD piece of advice do not read this is public it took me all my might not to start crying. AND THE ROSEKILLER!!!!!! Engrave this into my bones the day I die. I love how every character has been showed as a good character a well (in their own way). Snape's characterization was definitely a very interesting aspect of this fic.
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- “Okay, I’ll go. But I just—you have it all wrong Regulus. You have it all wrong. You think you’re letting us all down, you think you’re failing but you’re not. You’re— “and then he laughs wetly. “It’s like—you remember the first time we spoke properly? In the library at the start of the year?” Regulus nods even though he knows James can’t see him, desperately hanging onto every word, snatching them away and hiding them under his bed. Hoarding them like gold. “You told me to kill my darlings, right?” Regulus has no idea where this is going. “You spend all this time trying to be what you think everyone else wants—your mom, Sirius, fuck I think you even do it with me. But all those people you think everyone in your life wants you to be, they’re strangling you. So, kill their fucking darlings. Because you, Regulus Black, you are the story.”
You are the story. (james to regulus)
-he problem with people. With being human. Is that sometimes, you do the wrong thing. Sometimes you hurt. And you can’t take it back. And you can’t make it better. You just have to keep living. You just have to wake up every morning with the heavy knowledge that you had a choice, and you chose wrong. And maybe you try to make amends. Or you try to forget. Or you try to set it on fire. But one way or another you’ll have to figure out how to live with it. That truth. That inescapable reality. (james about peter)
-“Sometimes,” Barty starts again. “I wish I could just be with you.”
Evan swallows, watching the rain drops drip down the side of Barty’s face. Of the tip of his nose.
“Yeah?” Evan asks, voice rougher than it should be.
“Sometimes,” Barty goes on. “The only thing I don’t hate about my life is you.”
“Bee.”
Barty smiles then, swaying closer to Evan, “I love when you call me that.” (messermoon was out for blood her)
-“Bee?” he calls out before Barty can completely disappear. The other boy stops, reluctantly turning
around. His shoulders are tense, and he’s still doing his best not to look at Evan. “What…was
this?”
He doesn’t know why he’s asking. Doesn’t know why it feels like it’s always up to Barty. Maybe
because he’s the one who starts it.
After a long pause Barty finally meets his gaze, wearing that same empty expression he had the
first day Evan met him.
“Nostalgia,” he says without feeling. Turning on his heel and walking away. (rosekiller my babies!!!!)