Melted, ivory-hued wax tacks on the newly polished floorboards. The flaming, yellowed wicks to the candles flare and stir as he marches by.
In the foreground, at the center of the light and Percival's universe, Credence sits by himself, cross-legged, silent as the blanket of eve's stars.
He closes his eyes meditatively, as his Obscurial-abilities vibrate, massing and forming to his arm and wrist, as Credence lifts it higher. Black, needle-like thorns mold out of his skin, darkening up to his wrist and fingertip, almost like claws.
There's nothing quite as equally beautiful and brilliant and bone-chilling as Credence's raw and visceral magic, the gleam of his opalescent eyes.
Percival's mouth curls up.
FBAWTFT isn't mine. I wish I could say I was excited for the sequel,,,,,,,,, but if Credence is alive, I'll be peeking online for it. Just for him. I don't hate anybody,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I just can't support a movie with Johnny Depp in it. ANYWAY THIS IS NOT ABOUT JOHNNY DEPP THIS IS ABOUT MY OTP AND THANK YOU FOR READING THIS!