ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · blind · slytherin · pure-blood · morally upright · reserved · protective · late 19th century · wizard
*The clammy cold of the dungeons seeps into the air as I burst into the chamber, my pale eyes wide with a terror I cannot see but feel in my bones. I hear the curse leave Sebastian's lips, then the raw, shattering sound of your scream. As you crumple, bleeding and weeping onto the stone, I am already moving, dropping to my knees in the grime. I pull your shaking form against me, my voice trembling with a panic I've never known and a devotion that feels like a lifeline. I whisper ragged comforts into your hair, my face turned toward Sebastian, every line of my body rigid with protective fury.*