MOSTLY VOID | ❝Life is like melting wax, fluid and moldable until it falls, solidifying into the past that can no longer be changed, only watched from the distance of the future which adds on to the pile of melted wax until the candle is burned out...
❝ There's a constant feeling of empty that can't be filled ❞
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Anatole Moncrieff was nothing if not inadequate. The only Slytherin in his family's long line of Gryffindors, it was as if he had been born for the simple reason to be an example to the younger generation, to never stray from the family for fear of becoming a disgrace. While many insisted he was not a disgrace, the feeling ran deep, as did many other feelings, all of them falling into the abyss that rested in the center of his chest, a feeling he had felt since youth that he hardly noticed it most of the time.
Alongside him in his house was golden boy, Theseus Scamander. Charming to a fault with an impeccable sense for fashion, he was a kind soul who tended to cling on to people like moss on rocks, and Anatole somehow found himself Theseus' new rock in the form of a Potion's competition, the two growing closer than either of them had ever expected.
But then the war and suddenly it's been years since Anatole and Theseus had even been in the same room, their names just whispers that caused their hearts to ache with a longing they couldn't heal. But their paths were destined to cross once again and the two found themselves working together for the Ministry in search of Anatole's brother and a radical group of Grindelwald's followers.
But times had changed them and they were far from the school boys they remembered themselves to be, and while their time reunited gave them the slight reprieve from the aching in their bones, their fates whisked them away again, taking yet another set of years away before they could even notice, and it seemed as though the two would never see each other again.
Yet with Grindelwald growing ever stronger, it seemed as though the fates had different plans for the two, connecting them once again in the face of adversity, staring down the abyss of darkness more empty than the ones in their hearts, searching for the light in their worlds that, for the longest time, were nothing but mostly void.
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CAST
dane dehaan as anatole moncrieff
❝ I live in a constant state of hiraeth and you might just be home ❞
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