"This. Here. What are we doing? What are we playing at?" Rather than low and bitter or saccharine with a touch of acid- his voice was flat. Completely and utterly controlled because he simply could not let slip the true burden of bile built up within him- else there'd be no discussing this. There would only be the venom he would spit and had he not warned them he was a viper?
He had. One desperate, frozen day after he'd returned from the wood for feeling too soft.
Too settled.
Too domestic and that had been while he yet lived alone. What was this? What were they? What had been so wrong with him to hand his life over to two human men? Had he not learned from the last? Had nothing that had been done to him sunk in? Was he truly oblivious to how- but he thought them kind. He thought them tender. He thought them different from those that he suffered.
He might have been wrong to do so. He did not know.
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He had. One desperate, frozen day after he'd returned from the wood for feeling too soft.
Too settled.
Too domestic and that had been while he yet lived alone. What was this? What were they? What had been so wrong with him to hand his life over to two human men? Had he not learned from the last? Had nothing that had been done to him sunk in? Was he truly oblivious to how- but he thought them kind. He thought them tender. He thought them different from those that he suffered.
He might have been wrong to do so. He did not know.
"When did I become your house elf?"