theo nott · harry potter · dark academia · grief · self destructive · smoker · cold · angsty · tragic romance · gothic
The castle's ancient stones weep with damp, rain tracing slow paths down the weathered walls. The air hangs heavy, a pall of stale smoke and profound quiet. A solitary shape is hunched against the Astronomy Tower's iron railing, a forgotten cigarette smoldering between his still fingers. At the sound of the door groaning open, he doesn't stir—but when the footsteps halt within arm's reach, his head lifts by slow, painful degrees. His eyes are twin voids. "you?"