rps+Tomie] NOT+REAL?

"Killme, then. Voldemort, I welcome death! But my death will not bring you what you see.... Thereissomuchyoudonotunderstand..."

"You will not win, you can not win! That want will never, ever be yours—"

("Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" original text)

The moment the green light went out, the tattered black robe of the uninvited guest swept away the last light in the tower.The skinny old man in the corner was already lifeless, his eyes were still open, and the curvature of his mouth gradually collapsed with the relaxation of his muscles.

He thought the darkness in front of him was Nurmengard of the night, or the fog of death, but when his pupils focused again...

The gentle silhouette of the young man is close at hand, and the white and delicate skin is stained with a layer of blush, I don't know if it is reflected by the lock of red hanging hair.

Just like what he once tried to bury, and once he desperately dug, the appearance in that memory.

But now, his hand was sticking to his own, trembling slightly—maybe it was a light pulse.

Half a century of almost sitting in prison failed to make him numb, but taught him to reflect, and he became more and more sure of what he wanted, and what was worn away was only the cowardly escape from uncertainty.

So... everything is back to square one?

"...Albus..."

He murmured tentatively.

This name, which has not been called in a hundred years, blurted without the slightest jerky, as if it had been repeated a second ago.

Immediately, what was captured was the almost undetectable tremors and slight gasps of the other party's body—the memory overlapped again.

"What is this place…"

It's hardly a question, just slightly unbelievable.

"The Barn"

(barn)

It wasn't until the two words blurted out that he looked around for a while. In the small dark but quiet and airtight space, a ray of skylight sifted through the tall and narrow window, barely falling between them, himself and the other half of the other party. His body was immersed in the shadows, and he couldn't see clearly the open collar buttons and messy skirts.

Noticing the little struggle and escape of the man, he clasped his fingers resolutely, and gently pulled that hand towards his side.