Post by asher rowan burke on Oct 22, 2021 20:35:25 GMT -7
This is the house of death
Where even angels die
in arms of demons
in arms of demons
May 15, 2026
blaise leo zabini
blaise leo zabini
Shame. Anger. Pain. Asher felt a lot at that moment, but physically he was spent. Between the heavy breaths, he could feel the blood run down his face and onto his very ruined suit. Blaise stopped, and through the ringing in his ears, he heard him shout, but it was muffled. Asher didn’t move or acknowledge anything, but he returned to the present moment when he felt the bindings on his wrist and arms.
The ringing faded, and he looked up and saw someone who was quite possibly the last person he wanted to deal with. Well. Now he was just furious, the idea that a mudblood would bring him in and in chains, no less. He couldn’t help but wince as he was forced on his feet but forced himself to remain stoic, even at her next comment. Family business. His fury only grew, but he knew he could hardly do anything at the moment, even with the thought of family lingering on his mind. What did his sisters have to do with this, and where were they?
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