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The weight of my eyes and the fog in my mind is overwhelming.

Sleep, they say; sleep, as if it’s easy.

My body shakes from the cold, goosebumps littering my skin all over.

Am I the only one who feels the frosty touch of the wind? Am I the only one without the constant warmth in my skin?

And now as I stare into this screen and type the time away, the bone-done deep ache is only shortly kept at bay.

Do you understand what I’m trying trying to say, the words I’m trying to convey?

My voice is a quiet whisper, one shadowed and hard to hear.

If you want to hear what I have to say, you need to listen:

I’m tired.

Name your price.

Can I get in on a little murder-y action too? Don’t play coy.

I uh…also don’t have the $800 for my last session. How can I make that up without becoming an appetizer?

"Thankfully I was joking about the price... mostly."

"As for my other... hobbies, as it were, I am afraid I do not take on 'apprentices,' even despite begging, though you are welcome to grovel and beg as you please. Besides, I would never play coy unless it amused me."

"How about a trade, then? Since you are, for all intents and purposes, indebted to me."

Any suggestions?

Life’s sucked recently and I need to do something to let my emotions out. Stereotypical I speak to someone I relate to, right? Can you help me?

"Well... I wouldn't say stereotypical, it's a normal human thing to seek out others we know will understand. And yes, I can probably help you."

WILL AND I ARE MURDER BUDDIES NOW!!!

Kind of.

How does one become an… artistic pursuer of *cough* *cough* murder like yourself? I’ve seen the glowup you gave Will Graham and might want one myself! :]

(I sound so cringey)

I cannot answer this question without my husband lecturing me and possibly being placed on house arrest again.

I already got in trouble for accidentally influencing someone yesterday, he might kill me for directly influencing you.

I tried convincing your partner to teach me the art of murder, but he said you’d have none of that. Now I’m trying to convince you because I have nothing better to do. You and me - murder buddies?

Murder buddies, yes or no?

Who would the murder buddies be in this scenario?

(Did I just welcome chaos into my life?)

Would you recommend Dr. Lecter as a therapist option for myself or should I stray away all together? I know you have a… *colorful* idea of his sessions and I want to make the right choice!

(I might regret this)

"Um...... Depends. What're you looking to go in for exactly, just in general?" [you will regret this :>]

(Fuck)

Anxiety responses that turn into uncontrollable intrusive thoughts - i.e. the ‘tornado effect’ - like my mind is out of my control in those moments. Isolationism and anti-socialism as a trigger response in public and around people I’m close with. And the major result? Feeling like I don’t know who I am without the influence from others; people pleasing.

A mess you can relate with, right? That’s why I gotta choose the perfect person to help me through it so I can find *myself*!

(I’m bouta mess myself up :’] )

Would you recommend Dr. Lecter as a therapist option for myself or should I stray away all together? I know you have a… *colorful* idea of his sessions and I want to make the right choice!

(I might regret this)

"Um...... Depends. What're you looking to go in for exactly, just in general?" [you will regret this :>]

I’ve read the first chapter and you’re telling me it’s just going to get better and BETTER? I love the art, the foreshadowing and symbolism, as well as the brief mention of canon events and how this branches from that, that something’s obviously so wrong and it’s hinted at so strongly with the reaper-esque image of Gellert behind an oblivious Dumbledore. And the inclusion of an actual interactive afterlife alongside a look into the relationships between Ariana, Albus, and Aberforth? I’m in love and we haven’t even reached Ch.2 yet. You’ve seriously gotten me to check numerous times for an update out of excitement although I know in reality it can take time.

Haha, I’m not obsessed with Grindeldore and this situationship…

(I am)

Can’t wait for what happens next!

"What are you doing here?"

He turns around at the source of the voice, a young lady standing at the edge of the darkness, her form ethereal and shimmering like a wisp of fog in the moonlight.

"Hello," he greets her, his voice calm and measured, "Isn't this where all souls go when they are Passing?"

"It is," she replies, her voice tinged with an otherworldly echo, "but I wasn't expecting you!"

"But I'm already here, aren't I? Am I not allowed to Cross?" he asks once more, gently, to the poor panicking girl. He swears he has seen those eyes before—

It's his own. "Ari?" he breathes, the name a whisper on his lips.

The girl looks at him with fear, her eyes wide and haunted. "You shouldn't be here just yet, Albus. You're supposed to still live a hundred years! Become a headmaster!"

"I don't think I'm suited for that kind of power, Ari," he admits to his sister, his voice soft and filled with a melancholy resignation.

"None is suited for power, brother, but you were supposed to still take it, be burdened by it, not this! T-That!" She points at him directly, her hand trembling.

There is nothing but the impenetrable darkness, a void that stretches infinitely behind Albus.

"What do you see, Ariana?" he asks, his voice a mere whisper, barely audible over the silence that presses in around them.

What?

What did Gellert do?

-Prometheus had Blue Fire, Purgatorio

well this took a dark turn,,,,this was suppose to be a warm up art!

Chapter 1 of Prometheus had Blue Fire is now on Ao3!