xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Wool's Orphanage
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Fate
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Loss and Curses
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Why is this happening again?
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Fate
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Loss and Curses
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Why is this happening again?
Lem was still adjusting to being at Wool's, where he'd only managed to be for a week or so. Robin's family was nice enough to let him stay throughout the trial, but since it had ended, Lem moved into the orphanage. They'd pretty quickly found his mom guilty, and she was sentenced to life at Azkaban Prison. The same fate would be extended to Awstin if ever he was found, leaving Lem as the very last Tittensor. Honestly, he'd been thinking heavily about avoiding relationships... anything that might continue the Tittensor name. Not like he was exactly popular enough for romance, especially with his name splashed all over the news once more.
That stormy afternoon, he'd been sitting on the window bench, reading a thick tome of high fantasy. A bunch of kids were running around, all kinds of crazy, so after trying to deal with the sound, he finally gave up. A large clap of thunder echoed through the building, though his heart was thrumming ever louder.
As he walked up to the room he shared with a few other boys, he quickly knew something was wrong. A painfully familiar smell infiltrated his nose, and he started to search for the cause. This time, instead of being a family member, there was a mess on the floor. Parts of... a snake, maybe? But this was way too much blood. And what was that vial? He looked around the room, before spotting everything left out on one of the beds.
Reaching out, Lem held a little notebook, seeing the steps for animagus transformation. Was.... had this once been Lem's new friend? Dropping the notes back on the bed, Lem stepped to the hallway, closing the door and, with shaky hands, used a small wave of magic to secure the door before running to help.
A few adults in tow, Lem led the way back to the room, letting them use their magic to unlock the door and allow the way in. The dark haired boy stepped to the corner, watching as the cleanup commenced for yet another person killed. Why... why did he seem to attract death? His uncle, dad, aunt... now his new friend. Perhaps he'd revise his thoughts. No more people. Ever. After wiping his tears on his sleeve, he walked outside into yet another swarm of aurors who needed to ask him a bunch of questions. Most likely, he'd be blamed again.
After all, his whole family was cursed.
{{Wearing :: Dark Denim}}
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Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies. Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore. Now I will tell you what I've done for you
50, 000 tears I've cried, screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me! Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once, not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom, I'm dying again
{{{Part of the approved plot request - Lemme know if I need to edit anywhere}}}
addaellis
Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies. Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore. Now I will tell you what I've done for you
50, 000 tears I've cried, screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me! Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once, not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom, I'm dying again