laugh hard, it’s a long way to the ground; any

[dolohov and lestrange]

sorry first post with them. so gross. plus cassi words are intimidating. just excuse the words. D:

And I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down. I wanna hear you sing the praise. I said, ashes to ashes we all fall down. We got innocence for days. Everybody burn the house right down. It wasn’t surprising that they were on their own. Elite would certainly never have won any best mother of the year awards. They never knew their father but both secretly considered him foolish for even talking to their mother. She’d half-heartedly made sure they were weaned before her disappearances ran longer and longer until eventually she never returned. But the twins were not disheartened. They both knew it had been inevitable. Dolohov and Lestrange were both on the cusp of adulthood - consisting of a varying mix of pink, gold, and silver and long, lean bodies. They were wanderers, scavenging the earth in ways they only knew how. Though it was night time, brother and sister wandered aimlessly through the quiet, still night. Lestrange often times suffered from bouts of insomnia during the night and Dolohov was reluctant to allow her free reign of the meadow alone. So they walked in companionable silence, with Dolohov serving as lookout and Lestrange’s thoughts sporadically moving through her mind and her limbs sometimes moving drunkenly. But he is used to her many idiocrasies and remains unconcerned for the most part. He mostly hated the hallucinations and the nightmares; slurred speech and sluggishness he could easily handle. She walked at her own pace while her brother trailed close behind. Swaying slightly, she was certainly enjoying their impromptu late evening stroll. But her amber eyes soon flicker to a moving night sky right in front of her and her destination is suddenly clear for once. Dolohov grumbles disapprovingly under his breath, but she pays him no heed. Soon a pair of pink-tinged palominos stand before the breathing constellation and amber eyes (one pair in wonderment, the other pair in dubiousness) stare unguardedly at the stranger. They’re not really aware of societal norms and how staring could be considered quite rude. Nonetheless, Lestrange breaks their silence as her burning curiosity could wait no longer. “Did you fall?”