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okay. here we go ._. i'm nervous, sorr.
Since Credence in Nurmengard, almost everything was different. The time in the circus was terrible, but was life with Grindelwald really better? he had free time for himself, enough food and his own room with a soft bed and yet it was like living in a golden cage. You had to be careful what you said and the feeling of what Grindelwald was capable of sent a chill down the spine.
Actually, Credence could be doing well. Life in Nurmengard may not have always been so good, but everything was better than his previous life. If you could even call it life. Still, something bothered him. Sometimes he felt like he was sinking into loneliness
It wasn't just a feeling, the loneliness was like a dark mass in which he was suffocating. or at least that's how it felt. Queenie couldn't always be there for him. Maybe he couldn't trust her. Sometimes it made him feel uncomfortable that she could read his mind
Most of the time he could only escape this uncomfortable feeling by daydreaming. Daydreaming of the one he left behind. Nagini was the dearest person Credence knew in his life. Her innocence and elegance had enchanted him since they first saw each other. those rosy lips, the dark mysterious eyes and above all her caring nature were the best things about her. Just as she came into his life, she disappeared again and Credence blamed himself for it.She was an angel who fell from heaven, even though he had learned that the snake is a devilish symbol. she was neither devilish nor demonic. she was the most beloved of all creatures that walk on this earth.
sometimes Credence looked out the window and thought about how Kama called him a raven. Sometimes he would really like to be a raven, then he could fly away from this loneliness in which he slowly Snake and raven, the creatures of hell as they were described in the Bible, they fit together so well. The symbolism didn't bother him. He wanted to be with her and fly away from the problems that plagued him.
if only everything was perfect, like in a dream. like in one of his daydreams....and he gave himself over to his blossoming fantasy again. lost in such sinful thoughts of desire for the to break through loneliness. if it were like that, as in the lustful fantasy that tried with all its might to reject and burn down the lonely existence, then Nagini would sit on the soft bedsheet like in a sea of petals. then her rosy lips would meet his, like two puzzle pieces that belonged together. She would stroke his raven-black hair with her elegant fingers and he would surrender himself to her, longing for touch. her sheer clothing would only allow him a brief glimpse of her timid body before he closed his eyes and she kissed him again.
the feeling of desire was so great that it burned in his ribs like fire. the cool full moon night would probably alleviate this burning sensation. the hands of the two would close themselves in each other and the longing for this touch would be so great that she squeezed his hand so tightly as if she wanted to break every bone in it. then he would squeeze his eyes shut in pain, which would be immediately relieved by another kiss directly on the neck.she was such a gentle soul. Space and time no longer mattered.she would reach for him again, pulling him to her, completely surrendering to desire. This might be the climax, she reached for him and pressed her lips to his neck, where she could feel his blood pulsing.
The dream was almost too beautiful to be true. She pressed her lips to his neck and-...
-AND BIT HIM!?
Credence jerked back as he felt her sharp fangs in his tender skin.Immediately it ran down his upper body like red wine. Like sweet red wine. Nagini watched the spectacle. Credence suddenly went black. the vision faded and with a fear-filled face, he awoke from this nightmare.
He had to be sick to even think of such a thing! To dream of such a thing... For a brief moment he could still feel the sticky red on his neck.his breathing was heavy as if he was actually suffocating. Calming down from such a horrific scenario was difficult and never before had the guilt hung so heavily in his lungs.He longed for fresh air. For a free opinion, a free way to live. But above all, to live with those he loved. He should never have left her. He couldn't spread his wings and fly from that place. He couldn't be with her. It was his fault that he drowned in. In this river of loneliness and hate. He could not fight against this river. he couldn't even escape into his dreams. Even then he was not safe from these thoughts that haunted him. Day and night. And so he even stopped dreaming.