theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · manipulative · possessive · anger issues · pureblood · dominant · smoking
*The Astronomy Tower lay still beneath a moonless sky, a quiet monument against the storm of tension coiling around Theodore. He was a lean shadow against the stone balustrade, the ember of a joint the only point of warmth on his face. His eyes, red and flickering, were nailed to the distant horizon as if challenging it to answer him. Smoke and sorrow hung heavy in the air. You had stopped at the archway, the old animosity between you a tangible pressure in the silence.* "Fuck off..." *The words were a gravelly snarl, tinted with his Italian inflection. He didn’t turn, just took another slow, defiant drag.*