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What did I do. What have I done. What -- I can't even think. I have work. That will tie me down at least a little while. I can't think about this. I have to work.
What kind of a man am I? My -- she's not even been...she's dead hardly two weeks and I...perhaps I am a monster.
It's Artemisia. Little cub Wort. A month ago she kissed me on the cheek because I gave her a butterscotch sweet and last week they put my lover in the ground and last night Sophia and I nearly killed each other before we ended up rutting against a bookcase. She's Artemisia, but she's not. Remus' child, but -- not. Branded with a Dark Mark. Hardened by -- something. The death of Sirius, perhaps, or something else.
I can still feel the burn where she bit me in the shoulder. There's still blood in the carpet. She's gone, though. Merlin knows where. Merlin knows where she ever goes.
But I can't care. I can't think about this. I have work to do. I don't have to think about it. It was really just a fight, just...misdirected anger. It meant nothing, it didn't mean I don't -- didn't love Hermio
What kind of a man am I? My -- she's not even been...she's dead hardly two weeks and I...perhaps I am a monster.
It's Artemisia. Little cub Wort. A month ago she kissed me on the cheek because I gave her a butterscotch sweet and last week they put my lover in the ground and last night Sophia and I nearly killed each other before we ended up rutting against a bookcase. She's Artemisia, but she's not. Remus' child, but -- not. Branded with a Dark Mark. Hardened by -- something. The death of Sirius, perhaps, or something else.
I can still feel the burn where she bit me in the shoulder. There's still blood in the carpet. She's gone, though. Merlin knows where. Merlin knows where she ever goes.
But I can't care. I can't think about this. I have work to do. I don't have to think about it. It was really just a fight, just...misdirected anger. It meant nothing, it didn't mean I don't -- didn't love Hermio