“I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.”

Summary:  Draco Malfoy was far from a Prince Charming in disguise. He was a crude-mouthed beast who terrorizes women in their dreams, attacks their senses, and captures their heart never to set them free. Or that was just her?  Another Dramione Beauty and the Beast fic. Werewolf Draco with a twist. 

Rating: T (may possibly change) 

The bite wasn't painful... at first. It was more of like a self-induced daze. He thought he was dying. Except the common descriptions of dying that he read in books and were babbled about by poets were...flowery, in comparison to how he felt, as expected. Even death was overrated. They said there would be a ‘white light’ beckoning him to the world beyond. There was none. Only the scene before him, that stretched for what seemed like a slow eternity. He marveled how he could see every expression on every person’s face as he lay dying on that polished, hard wooden floor.

“You have to surrender to your mediocrity, and just write. Because it’s hard, really hard, to write even a crappy book. But it’s better to write a book that kind of sucks rather than no book at all, as you wait around to magically become Faulkner. No one is going to write your book for you and you can’t write anybody’s book but your own.”

“You know you’re in trouble when your own imagination starts punishing you.”

“This is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They don’t jump in on your sentences, saving you from actually finishing them, or talk over you, allowing what you do manage to get out to be lost or altered in transit. Instead, they wait, so you have to keep going.”

• your writing is a skill, not an inborn talent (unless, yeah, maybe it is). not everyone can do what you do and love
• everyone says they want to write a book. everyone has what it takes to write a book. not everyone does it anyway. you be the small percentage of success you read about
• your writing will always seem brickshit horrible because you wrote and read it a million times
• you love this writing thingy. quitting it will be like cutting off your fingers one by one.
• someone out there will want to read what you wrote.
• someone out there wants to know what is on your mind. 
• someone out there appreciates your art. they will share it with their friends. they will share it with their loved ones. they will share it with their future self because maybe what you wrote saved them.
• if you give up now, you know you will just come back to it again, whether it’s years from now, months, or next week. you love writing, that’s why you planted the seed of thought that you are going to write this book, and whether you come back to it or not, your unwritten stories will come back to you.

“Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another.”

“People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.”

“Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: ‘What! You too? I thought that no one but myself …”