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 โ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ค...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // singlespace
CURRENTLY // Looking Sweet at Belle's Loftspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Belle, Ava and her fatherspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Confused, scaredspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'What's going on, Ava was bleeding all over!' spacespac โฆ โฆ โฆ 'I don't know where everyone goes; It's not like us to follow.
It seems that we are alone, and don't know where to go.' โฆ โฆ โฆ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
spacePersephone clutched tightly her father's hand, eyes wide, confused and afraid. She didn't know what was going on; she'd been in her room, reading a book, when suddenly her father had burst into the room, holding up her cousin Ava. She'd almost screamed at the sight of the blood... her father had swiftly cast some charm over the teen, rendering him almost invisible, though she could still make him out if she looked really hard. She was trying not to, though... the sounds coming from him were enough to make her hair stand on end. The scream had rung free from her lungs when her father had taken her hand and Apparated them, but the sound had been lost in that strange in-between. When they appeared at someone's door, she felt sick, stomach going to her hand, face pale. She was mostly oblivious to her father banging on the door, instead leaning over to retch the contents of her stomach out. Her father noticed and vanished the mess, but she wasn't done, and he had to do it again a moment later. When the blonde woman answered the door, his hand was firm on her shoulder as he ushered her into the house. "Belle, could you please direct Persephone to your bathroom?" he asked, mouth set in a grim line. The eleven-year-old shook her head. "I'm fine now, Daddy," she told him, but she still looked a bit green around the gills. He sighed and relinquished his burden on the blonde woman's couch, telling his daughter to look away. She did, but a moment too late; she saw a glimpse of Ava's condition before hiding her face. The child shuddered lightly; he looked awful. What had happened to him? She knew he'd been out for a walk... what on Earth had jumped him while he'd been out? She turned back to look, hands covering her eyes, but fingers spread so she could see with one eye. He was covered in blood, though she couldn't see where it was all coming from... She swallowed hard. This was bad.
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โฆ โฆ โฆ 'But I'm safe right here. We know we are.
And it's kind of scary thinking of what is out there...' โฆ โฆ โฆ
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:51 am
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To be honest, Ava paid very little attention to many of the things that had happened to him.
Still, he managed to put a few things together.
For the most part, all he had registered was the pain. It really hurt. He may have blanked everything out when his uncle had begun on him. There was red, that was his blood; there was orange, that was the ground, and it crinkled underneath the weight as the fall leaves cracked and tore. Then his parents were there, he remembered that too. Then Anthony, and his mother was wearing the yellow dress his father had bought her before, he had helped with the choosing, of course, since his sire certainly wasn't the most adept at things like those, and then greenโ
โ just green.
Then the weight of his body pressing down on a slightly jarring arm that had picked him up, then apparition, which he never liked anyway, and they were in Seph's room. Dammit, no, blood is not appropriate viewing material for eleven-year-old girls! Then an egg cracked on his headโ it felt cold and slightly disgustingโ but not before she screamed and they were whirling into a tiny tunnel and there was no more noise.
At least, not until the knocks sounded, and then someone was yellingโ sort of. Oh, so it was Tony. Okay. His niece had thrown up and he would have gone to help, but it hurt too much to move and they were being ushered into the unfamiliar house, catching a glimpse of the blonde woman who lived in the house. Ava was placed on the couch and it might have been just the act of something familiar or the fact that everything was so different but something happened and the little piece he had been clinging to broke and snapped.
He wasn't going to die.
He could be okay.
Ava looked a wreck, blood and dirt painting almost every inch of his body but even if he was still much too hurt to be considered 'safe,' but he wasn't going to die staring into a madman's eyes and he wasn't going to die scared out of his mind.
That was more than a relief at this point of his lowly life.
ooc :: you can tell i suck at this kind of writing dun kill me 8,D
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 7:55 pm
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How the ะฝัโโ did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables?
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel.
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a ะฝ ฯ โ โ ั ฯ ฯ ฯ ื_ ะฝ ฯ ั ั ฯ ั
Annabelle Emery Rich
Blaze of Glory: Dueling Range Owner
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The panic was high-strung. It sparked as electrical currents; the heat of the charge pulsated and withered in one second to the nextโthe waves were endless. The emotions poured like rainfall, they drenched her, seeped down to the bone with frost creeping up her spine. But she didn't understand, she didn't see. Life halted, but the others hastened. They were just a blur. A ring echoed in her ears, the thunderstorm clouded her mind with a fog. Her fears began to unravel one by one and overridden with guilt. 'I did this,' the blame already pointing it's fat finger. She knew she should have never meddled, should have never gotten curious, but she had and now the consequences practically broke down her door and dropped a bleeding mess on her Italian sofa. She never saw where he came from. โAntony, what happened?โ She had all but screeched, her long legs towered between Persephone and Avis. She worried a pouted lip with gleaning teeth; she didn't want to know. The regret came as instant as a knife in her back, she never even saw it coming.
โDear, go in the kitchen, please,โ the desperation was hard to disguise. โI have a cat, play with her if you like,โ she insisted, her hand shooing the young child away before fixing Antony with a fiendish glare. But she didn't have the time to linger.
She slid beside Avis, her knees curled up on the couch beside him and the fabric of her jeans already warm with blood. He was so quiet, the manic was clawing at her brain. โYou're gonna be okay,โ she cooed, her hand snapped at the open air and her wand had been more than happy to be summoned into her possession. For an instance, a reflection of fear had hindered herโwhat if she couldn't heal him? What if it didn't work? What if her wandโshe bit her tongue until it stung. โTergeo,โ she pointed her wand with gentle motions. The oozing crimson viscous slowly disappeared, seemingly seeping back into the flesh but it was pouring from the open gashes as quickly as she could clean it. It was useless. โRevelio injurious,โ she swished her wand, its tip glowed red, and each laceration followed suit, then her wand glowed a pale gray, and the broken bones highlighted from beneath flesh and cloth. But what could have done this? Who? How? Why? โWundus healium....Tergeo...โ her wand obliged willingly as she tapped the tip against each incision on the neck, the arms, and shoulder, followed then by another swish to wash the red away. The longer she worked weaving flesh and stitching muscles, the farther her imagination began to run away. โWaitโthe bonesโI,โ she stammered. She didn't know how to heal the broken bones of a rib cage! They were complex, intricate! Not like a nose or a few fingers! She couldn't very well splint and bind his chest with bandages, could she? No, no that was ridiculous! She tugged at the end of her blonde hair, heard the snap of locks breaking. โI can give him a potion for the pain, for the blood loss, or to help him
sleep, but Antonyโhe has two broken ribs.โ Her eyes struggled, wavering between. โI can't do anymore,
not at least until you tell me what happened.โ Her voice had finally steeled, she had hardened and fixed her gaze,
fought off every instinct to scream.
This was all her fault.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 8:57 pm
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 ๐ธ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ช ๐๐ค...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // singlespace
CURRENTLY // Looking Disheveled at Belle's Loftspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Ava, Persephone and Bellespacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Furiousspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'I should have known better than to listen to her...' spacespac โ โ โ 'Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?' โ โ โ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
spaceAntony gave Persephone a look when she opened her mouth to protest, hands still covering her face, a single eye peeking through her fingers. The child scowled in return and complied, and he felt his shoulders sag with relief. He realized, in some small, distant part of his mind, that he'd have to go back to his family home for some of their things... he had to wonder how easy that would be. His grandparents weren't above sweeping his father's insanity under the rug, finding some other cause to blame for his aunt and uncle's deaths and letting Lysandar continue living in their home as if nothing were wrong. If they chose that route, he couldn't return. He couldn't let his father continue to have influence over his daughter, he was clearly unhinged. Well, he'd always been unhinged, but he'd always kept it quiet. He'd never let it into their home... except his abuse of Ava, but even that had been subtle, or at the very least done when no one was home. He'd never really... he'd never just let loose like that, and he'd certainly never killed anyone. Not until... he remembered reading the newspaper headline, the murders at the bar where Lionel worked. He'd tried to ignore it, but he knew. His father had found out about... about them, and now there were a dozen dead muggles, probably more... and Lionel was one of them. Yes, his father had finally taken that final step over the edge... his daughter was never stepping foot in that house again. She would never, ever see his father again. But, he would have to get their things... at the very least, hers. Particularly her cat.
spaceHe watched with a dulled expression as Belle worked on Ava's injuries, his mouth set in a grim line. He wished, not for the first time, that he'd taken Healing in school. But, his father had told him not to... so he hadn't. He didn't know why Lysandar hadn't wanted him to take the course, but he'd been very insistent. The news that two of the teen's ribs were broken made Antony draw a hand to his forehead, pinching his brow. "... He's lucky to even be alive, Belle," he said quietly, not wanting his voice to carry to the kitchen. He could hear Persephone trying to coax Belle's cat to play with her in the kitchen, and sighed. "I don't really know what happened... I saw his parents running outside, saying something about him heading out to the woods, followed them and... My father, he... he had Ava on the ground. By the time I was there, he'd... he'd killed my uncle and was turning on my aunt, and then... she told me to take Ava and run. So I did... not literally, obviously, I apparated us to the house, grabbed Persephone and came here, I... I didn't know where else to go..." He'd slowly been backing up against the now-closed door, his back hitting it somewhere around when he said his uncle was dead, and then as he finished, he slid down, eyes wide and lost, unsure. He didn't know what had made his father finally lose it, beyond the obvious... but why had Ava been the target? He'd had nothing to do with it, he hadn't... Antony couldn't even wrap his head around why Lysandar would target the Squib. Not for this, anyway. If anything, it should have been him... it should have been him.
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โ โ โ 'Traveled the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something.' โ โ โ
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 11:12 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 9:56 pm
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 All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream.
Annabelle Emery Rich
Blaze of Glory: Dueling Range Owner
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[Summer of 2031]
There was a knock at the door. Belle was finger-deep tangled in the knots of her hair, not an ounce of makeup on her face, and the sweat from her morning workout still beaded on her brow as an ever-present reminder of the hot shower she promised herself. But, as she continued combed through the knots in her hair she pressed through the house and swung open her front door. โAntony?โ His full name felt awkward on her tongue, but right now, the man standing across from her didn't look like 'Ani.' Not now, anyways. Her mussed brows and tightened lips were biting back the accusations choking up in her throat, but instead, she waved him inside and shut the door firmly behind them with a satisfied click as she locked the door. โGet comfortable,โ she mumbled gently, still trying to catch her breath. She couldn't decipher the wrinkles from worry or hate, couldn't decide if he was moment's from cocking his head back with a roar or crumple down and cry. Belle moved quickly into the kitchen, spritzing herself with a bottle of febreeze she snatched up from the counter and discarded on one of the beanbag chairs on her way to the kitchen to whip up something delicious. โAlrigh' Ani, spill, what's going on?โ She turned her back to him; it seemed easier for him to talk when she wasn't staring him dead in the eyes, she found. Focusing instead on the contents of her fridge, she called out, โSmoothie? Chocolate Shake? Coffee? Mimosa?โ
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____โนโธโท Lazy Morning
____โนโธโท 27 Years Old, 5โ7โ, 131lbs
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 10:59 pm
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spaceAntony hadn't really intended to come by Belle's; actually, he'd more been planning on either tossing himself into his work, or just locking himself in his flat. But, Jojo was home for the Summer, and he didn't want her having to pick up his mopey arse. He'd stalked out the door of their place, admittedly probably not the best course of action, given that she was probably worried about him, and then just apparated to the first place that'd come to mind. Which, it did figure. He always went running to Belle when he had problems. He wondered if he were developing codependency issues with the blonde, but didn't really care to analyze it. He entered the flat without a word, feeling a smidge of guilt when he noticed how unkempt she looked. Hopefully she'd been done with her workout rather than in the middle of it? Still, he knew how her vain arse hated to have anyone, even him, see her so disheveled.
spaceThe Slytherin followed his friend's instruction readily, heading straight for her couch and half-falling onto it, elbows resting on his knees so he could bury his face in his hands. In sadness, or in agitation, he didn't even know. He sighed when she instructed him to tell her what was wrong, not answering for a long moment, not until she offered a drink. "Think I'm going to need something a little harder than that," he told her grimly, lifting his head so he could look at her, hands falling in defeat. His shoulders were slumped downwards, and he looked a good ten years older than usual. "... Lon and I had a row. Over the living situation. Again. It... didn't end well this time," he told her after a pause. "I just wanted to know why. We've been together ages, he was over all the time anyway, I just- I don't even know. I felt like we'd reached a standstill and he wasn't budging, and he wouldn't tell me why. That... that's all I wanted." His voice cracked on the last work, the sadness finally winning out over his frustration. "We... we called it off. Maybe I did, maybe he did. I don't really know. S'all hazy. Just... it's over."
spaceDammit, a man his age should not be this damned mopey over a break up. But, truth was, he'd cared very deeply for London, and had actually been happy with him, for what was basically the first time in his entire life. Even with Lionel, he couldn't say that. The looming threat of discovery had always soured their dates, made him cautious. The muggle man had told Ani once that he felt like he was holding something back, which, he had been. That hadn't been the case with Lon. Or, he'd thought it wasn't, until he'd asked the other man to move in and been met with a brick wall. He hadn't even pushed the issue of the living situation all that much. He'd just... wanted to know why. And Lon would never tell him, no matter how much they'd fought over it. And now... it was just over, and he still had no clue why.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 10:00 pm
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All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream.
Annabelle Emery Rich
Blaze of Glory: Dueling Range Owner
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[Summer of 2031]
โOh?โ She said, tone and brow inclining with that dreaded sense of apprehension of having to wait. She wouldn't rush himโit was the last thing she had wanted after the loss of herโshe had to stop and focus, this was about Antony, not her. Twirling to scoop up a pair of glasses from the drying rack then browsed through her cupboard for a bottle of whiskey, amaretto, and sweet and sour mix; filling each glass with ice, she poured a whiskey straight up and an amaretto sour for herself. By the time she rounded about the small counter separating the kitchen from the rest of her loft, he began floundering through an explanation. Belle sat across from her friend on a large leopard beanbag chair, extending the glass of dark auburn out to him while keeping the golden amber concoction for herself, remaining tight lipped and thoughtful, trying to process it all without interrupting him.
โAni...I...โ she began, but no words would do justice to the pain she knew he was going through. โI'm so sorry,โ but it didn't feel like enoughโit would never be enoughโbut dammit, she had to try. โI know it's hard; not knowing. But sometimes- sometimes it's bigger than you or him- sometimes people just aren't ready... Sometimes, they don't even know why themselves... โ Merlin, she hoped she was helping, but she couldn't lie to him. She couldn't tell him it was all going to 'be better' or to just 'give it time'. It was bullshit, and he deserved better than that. Pausing to stall and think while nursing her drink with slow and shallow sips, she eased backwards into her beanbag chair, sinking in like mush. โBut I'm here for you if you ever need anything; anything at all.โ
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____โนโธโท Lazy Morning
____โนโธโท 27 Years Old, 5โ7โ, 131lbs
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 6:36 pm
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spaceAntony took the glass with a small nod of salute, resting his elbows on his knees and holding it in both hands. He stared down into the liquid, expression unreadable, his mouth drawn in a tight line. Her attempts to console him were fairly useless, but she'd made the effort, that was all he really cared about. It wasn't like she could wave her wand and fix this. Oh, sure, there were spells and potions that could make him forget how depressed he was, but that was only a temporary fix, and it didn't make it go away. Just put off his having to deal with it. Wasn't healthy. At least, that's what he kept reminding himself.
spaceHe closed his eyes and inhaled deep before downing the glass, then set it down and leaned back, head falling on the back of her couch. "I don't even know what to do right now. What am I supposed to do?" he muttered in aggravation. "Jojo's put out because she can't hand around the tattoo shop anymore, that's been fun. She's complaining about being stuck home all the time because she doesn't have anything else to do. Lon's been around so long, she feels like she lost a parent. And I know she's angry over the whole thing. Not at me, I don't think, or if she is she's hiding it well." He snorted faintly, rolling his eyes. That was probably the thing about this that bothered him the most; he'd wanted answers, in part for himself, sure. But what was he supposed to tell his daughter? She loved Lon, and he was just gone now, out of her life, like she hadn't even mattered to him. That was damaging on a level he couldn't even imagine. And she was already so damaged... Better, lately (something he begrudgingly granted credit to her boyfriend for), but he knew she wasn't cured of all her fears and anxieties. Some days he wasn't sure she was equipped to handle this. She was faking it, he could see it in her eyes. Sometimes she'd crack a little, and then she stormed off and hid in her room. For hours.
space"I dunno if I know how to actually be happy without him," Ani said quietly, unable to look at her. "I don't know how much of how I felt before was him and how much of it was just... distance from everything else. He's been around longer than I've felt safe. What if he was the only reason I did?" Briefly, his eyes glanced towards his arm, where the runic tattoo London had been reapplying for years now rested. If asked before, he would have said that at this point, it was purely symbolic, that he wasn't relying on it for any sort of protection or magical property. But now, it was fading, and wouldn't be reapplied, ever again, and he felt nervous. Was it the loss of the enchantment he feared, or had it been Lon who'd made him feel that way? Was this depression going to fade with time, or did he need someone else to make him happy? Was he even capable of it on his own? So many questions, with no way to answer them... except to wait. He'd always been fairly patient, but this... this was different. He didn't like this waiting. Not when he didn't know for certain if the thing he was waiting for would ever actually come.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 3:41 pm
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All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream.
Annabelle Emery Rich
Blaze of Glory: Dueling Range Owner
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Drowned in a single gulp, Belle watched as Antony slid the empty glass down on the coffee table then slumped backwards into the cushions. It was hard not to stare at him; he was never much of a drinker, but grief had seen fit to change that. Grief had a way of changing things, Belle knew that better than anyone. On instinct, her fingers moved twirl the missing band on her ring finger even though it's been almost ten years since she last wore the engagement ring; bad habits can be too hard to break sometimes. โAntonyโโ Belle found it hard to speak, her tongue was dry as sand and her lips were the rocky shore while the sound was as weak as the lowtide waves sputtering out to sea. Her nerves were failing her; she needed to be strong, for him, but it was just so much easier to crumble. She worried her lip in the meantime and hid behind a curtain of blonde hair. โOh Jojo,โ she said, sighing softly. Despite everything, Jojo has grown so much in these last few years, it'd break Belle's heart to see her hurt, only trying to crawl back inside her shell. โShe's stronger than you give her credit for,โ Belle had her voice again, but for how long, she didn't know. โBut she's still just a kid, you can't expect her to understand. But she is watching you, learning from you...You can't forget that... That said, if she needs something to do, you can always send her down to my shop, it could use a good spring cleaning.โ She offered, and though it wasn't much, she hoped it might help. It could give Antony the alone time he'll desperately need, (or maybe that's her own opinion seeping in,) regardless, it'd give Jojo a chance to get out of the house and keep busy, or even to have a bit of spending money.
At a loss for words, Belle excused herself to refill Antony's drink. As she uncorked her whiskey, it dawned on her just how ridiculously inept she was at handling this. If he'd come sprawling in blood and death on her floor, she'd know exactly what to do; broken rib, split lip, whatever. If he'd been a drunken hungover mess, she could cure that too! But heartbroken? Belle was clueless. What do boys' even do during a break up? She could duel. She could drink. She could berate and insult with the best of themโbut this wasn't that kind of break up. Antony still very much cared for London; so what could she do, if not talk s**t? Striding back to take her seat in the beanbag chair, she slid a full glass of whiskey across the coffee table and frowned. โAntony, I know this isn't what you want to hear, but... Maybe it's time for you to learn to love yourself... It sounds like rubbish, I know, but... You've never really had the chance to do it before...โ Belle understood that, she'd been there; in an oppressive, soulsucking family whose individuals meant nothing compared to the family name; playing the part of someone else's child because you don't even feel like yourself. How can anyone learn to love themselves when they don't even know who they are? It had taken her years to get over Devon; to get over him and not feel angry, hurt, and numb. Years longer, just to feel like herselfโto reintroduce herself to that stranger in the mirror.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2015 7:17 pm
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I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
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Darius sighed as he stepped out of the shower, already grabbing a towel to dry off as he looked over to the mirror. The man had a day off, and he was actually going to enjoy it for once. Belle was of course at the duelling range, and Darius gave himself a rueful smile and shook his head as he thought back to Antony and his 'intervention'. While he could understand the guy's annoyance with how slowly Darius and Belle had been going, Darius would have liked to point out that the situation kind of snuck up on the both of them, and Darius wasn't one for admitting things like that. Not since Hogwarts, and Ver. Still, despite whatever happened back then, he actually found himself enjoying the relationship he was in now. Belle and Darius still progressed at their own pace, and Darius wasn't about to ruin what he had by doing something stupid like he had in the past.
The green-eyed Slytherin finished drying off, slinging his towel across his shoulders and shuffling into a pair of sweatpants before he ventured from the bathroom to grab a shirt. It was when he passed by the living room that he paused, hearing the telltale knock of someone at the door. Darius was immediately frowning, as he didn't think someone would be visiting during the day. Belle was at work, and he usually would be as well. Hearing the knock again, he decided to grab his wand just in case and tuck it into the waistband of the sweats. Padding toward the door, he slipped the shirt over his head and opened the door, ready to at least be somewhat cordial when he spoke when he got a glimpse of the man on the other side. He glared, feeling his usual anger spike as he took in Virgil's sudden appearance. Ruddy hell, he thought he'd gotten away from the barmy git, and here he was, standing on his doorstep with his hands in his pockets like it was the easiest thing in the world.
Darius decided to snort, watching Virgil c**k his head to the side and watch him carefully. He wasn't sure if it was a trick of the light, but Darius could have sworn that Virgil winced as his eyes trailed over his face. Deciding to casually lean against the doorframe, he crossed his arms and sneered. "What do you want?"
Virgil surprisingly merely shrugged in the light of Darius's obvious baleful glare, and glanced up at the building itself before crimson eyes returned to Darius. "I'm actually here just to talk, surprisingly. If you want, pat me down, confiscate my wand, whatever, but I'm not here for a fight. There's simply no reason for me to." As Darius continued to look suspiciously at his half brother, Virgil huffed in annoyance. "Seriously Darius, I'm not looking for a fight. I would prefer for this conversation to be private, however."
"Not looking for a fight? If I recall, I've got a ******** scar from the last time you weren't looking for a fight. That didn't work out too well for me. Why the hell should I believe you now?" Darius didn't lessen his stance, and in fact was preparing for whatever Virgil was going to pull. However, Virgil looked calm, and Darius just had to wonder what the heck this was all about.
Despite this, Darius stepped aside, allowing Virgil to enter, though he slammed the door a bit. Virgil walked toward the living area, glancing back with an unreadable expression on his face. Dare was half tempted to toss him out when Virgil decided to speak. "So, how have you been, anyway? I haven't seen you since we graduated. Has your life been uneventful?"
"Cut this bullshit out and tell me what the hell this is all about? You can't have come all the way here just for a social call. Why are you even here?" Darius had to admit, he wasn't the most calm person in the world, but coupled with having to deal with Virgil, he was looking at a hair trigger. Then again, Virgil always had that effect on him, made worse by their father who encouraged it. It was no surprise that Darius hadn't been back to the Rosses since before he graduated.
Virgil sighed, then decided to take a seat, ignoring Darius's obvious lack of social manners and looking at his hands before he folded them. He then looked toward Darius, frowning. "I went to visit father in prison. Heh, apparently you're not the only disappointment in the family. He wouldn't even look at me, and threw the fact that I hadn't visited him in years in my face. Everything I had done, everything I had tried to do for him, basically worthless!" He spat the words, and Darius blinked as Virgil apparently had a struggle to recompose himself. No, he wasn't having sudden sympathy for the arse, but he wondered just what Virgil had been up to to seem to think everything he'd done had been worthless. When Virgil had composed himself, he looked over to Darius. "I guess you should know. After all, honestly I'm no longer fit for the duty, and Father certainly is no longer in his right mind. Congratulations, you're now the head of the Ross family. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be, considering all I had to do was legitimize you and sign everything off."
"You what?" Darius glared at Virgil, suddenly fighting off the urge to throttle the man. Who the hell said he wanted the duty? He'd divorced himself from that family years ago. Virgil had always wanted it. What the hell was he doing? "What the hell posessed you to give over that to me? I want nothing to do with it! Have you lost your bloody mind?"
Virgil had the audacity to laugh, running his hands through his hair and shaking his head. "Lost it? You're assuming I ever had it! Do you seriously think a sane man would attack someone else with a knife and scar them in an attempt to murder them? No, I haven't been sane in a long time, Darius. I'm barely hanging onto what sanity I have left by my fingernails. I certainly wouldn't have consorted with a known fugitive for years if I'd been sane. Do you think that the family's in better hands with someone who could snap at any moment?"
Darius paused, trying to figure out when this conversation went from annoying to strange. What the hell did Virgil mean by associating with a known fugitive? What the hell was that about? His mouth worked for a minute before he found his voice. "What do you mean, fugitive? The ********, Virgil! Who the hell have you been associating with? Was it during Hogwarts when you went strange?"
Virgil smirked sardonically and stood, looking to be holding back dark amusement. Darius wanted to throttle him, but refrained. It wouldn't give him answers, and no matter how much he hated Virgil, he wasn't going to think that murdering him would bring him any satisfaction. However, Virgil seemed to have other things in mind, and made his way toward the door. "I guess this is good day, Mister Ross. I think our business is finished. I would look into the family situation if I were you. Pretty sure it's in shambles from everything that has occurred."
Virgil then opened it and left, closing the door firmly behind him. Darius by this point had picked up something and thrown it at Virgil's retreating back, only for the item to shatter against the door. Storming over, he wrenched the door open and glared. Virgil was nowhere to be seen, and Darius punched the doorframe in frustration. "God ******** damnit Virgil, what the ******** are you doing?"
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I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We'll paint it red to fit right in
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2016 10:49 pm
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To: Loft above the Blaze of Glory dueling range
From: Slytherin Table
Early morning, that's what time it was when Ferces the Eagle Owl arrived. It wasn't an easy flying all night without a break or two. And a couple mouse breaks. Oh, and that squirrel...it was certainly tasty. Ruffling his feathers for a bit of warmth, he clicked his beak against the window awaiting someone's arrival.
Mephis Inferni Dear Belle and Darius, -----My first week at Hogwarts has been absolutely insane! Why didn't you two warn me about all of the crazy things that the school just does whenever it feels like? Especially those blasted trick stairs, they catch me every time. Anyways, I love it here. I haven't exactly made any friends, but I haven't made anyone hate me yet either so that's a plus. I was sorted into Slytherin, as if there were any doubt on that. School is going alright, I had assumed that most of it would have been a breeze with as much studying as I've done...but actually working the magic isn't as easy as I once thought.
Oh, Darius! This part is especially for you, since you gave me some good advice over the summer. I've been working out every day like you said and it paid off, I'm a reserve beater for the Slytherin team! I can also do like fifty pushups without stopping to catch my breath or having shaky arms. I hope everything is going okay there, I really miss you two. And it is so nice finally being able to write letters without having father asking who I'm writing to. I'm kind of hoping that father is busy over Christmas this year, maybe I can spend the holidays with you two?
Any way, I think I've rambled enough for one letter. I've got a load of homework to do, but I hope to hear back from you soon. ------------------------------- Love,--------------------------------------- Jack Rich
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 12:57 am
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 12:08 am
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Just a young gun with a quick fuse
I was uptight, wanna let loose
I was dreaming of bigger things
And wanna leave my old life behind
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Darius sighed as he worked on the bit of paperwork he'd brought home from the office. Right now, the sorting was going on at Hogwarts, and his second son was likely right about to be sorted. Ironic turn of events, to be honest, since neither Rodrick nor Robert were Slytherin material. Though, to be honest, Darius thought that a good thing. Someone had to break the cycle, and as Darius hadn't initially been a Ross and instead had been the first Silver to ever attend Hogwarts, he figured that it would follow that his kids would break the Ross mold as well. Besides, it wasn't like they had crazy hiding in their family tree. That was all mixed into his family.
Sighing, he stretched and stood, moving over to look out the window toward the castle. Hogwarts, even after all these years, hadn't changed. Darius had, and he wondered if any of the new generation of Rosses would change the family more. Eitan was... different, Rodrick was much braver than probably even Darius was, and Robert was much more of a dreamer. He hadn't seen much of his sister's kids, though that had more to do with Jaslyn...
His lips twisted as he considered his sister. He didn't really have anything against Jaslyn, despite everything that happened between the two of them. However, she was acting just like the princess she had once opposed being. Ironically enough, she seemed to think that somehow she knew custody laws better than the two Ross children that had taken it. What Darius did know was that Jaslyn had a weak case against Darius for being an unfit parent. Both he and Belle had gone through hoops, making sure that they were both ready to be parents, before either had adopted Rodrick and Robert. They'd had their interview and were monitored, and if nothing else, Darius was certain that if anything was going to come up regarding their ability to parent, it would have been identified early on.
He glanced over when he heard a knock on the door, and Darius sighed and walked over. He hadn't expected visitors, and expected even less for his sister's boyfriend (or whatever Drage was to Jaslyn nowadays) on the other side of the door. Darius could already feel a headache forming, and Jacob hadn't even spoken yet. Great. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he stepped aside and allowed Jacob into the flat, shaking his head as he glanced toward the blond. "Okay Drage, what is it? Lemme guess, Jaslyn sent you? I'm going to tell you the same thing I told her, which is Eitan's Virgil's kid, not mine, and she damn well knows Virgil's been seeing a mind healer for years. She just doesn't like it when she's not getting her way."
Jacob pulled up short before he sighed. "I didn't even get a chance to say anything. What makes you think I'm here for that?"
"One, you're a bloody awful liar, and two, Jaslyn's been over here twice in the past month arguing. With me. I'm pretty sure she's argued with Belle too, though Belle's a big girl and can take care of herself. She's not changing my mind. If I thought there was something wrong with Dante taking care of his own son, I'd have dragged him in myself to throw into Azkaban." Darius looked Jacob over. "Unless you think you're better at that."
Jacob chewed his lip, though he appeared to be thinking. "You called Virgil Dante. Isn't that the same personality that murdered your father?"
Darius snorted. "If he hadn't done it, I'm pretty sure that I would have. Hell, I'm shocked that he was finally the one to do it. Do you realize what kind of shite Dante had to have gone through to turn against Shaw Ross?" Darius shook his head. "Actually, you might. One thing we do have in common besides Jaslyn is that both our fathers were psychos."
Jacob's jaw clenched, though there wasn't an outward sign of the comment bothering the former Gryffindor otherwise. Darius gestured for Jacob to take a seat, and when he did, Darius left to grab a couple of drinks before settling one on the table before him, keeping the second for himself. Jacob seemed to examine his drink for a moment before he spoke. "You never held your dad in very high regard, did you? You were always the b*****d to him."
Darius managed to keep his face from betraying his thoughts, though he suddenly realized he might understand Drage a bit better. Maybe the two of them had more in common than they thought, though Jacob seemed to get Darius's mum and his older brother got the psycho. It also made Darius realize that had certain events not transpired... "I'm too sober. I just had an insane thought that you and Virgil are in the same place. You both idolized your dads."
Jacob chuckled, shaking his head. "I did when I was a kid. Hell, I'm pretty sure it went beyond that and I idolized him until...." Jacob shrugged, taking a sip of his drink before he resumed speaking. "Well, until he broke your dad out of Azkaban and helped many others escaped. We're still tracking him down in the Auror office."
Darius nodded, very much aware of that fact. He had Garret Drage's face plastered up on his wall with the caption "Extremely Dangerous" underneath. He didn't envy Jacob's position any, especially since he himself had undergone psych evals because his father had been one of the inmates released. Setting his drink down, Darius sat down and looked Jacob straight in the eye. "Look, I'm not going to lie. I hate Dante. He's done more to me than probably anyone else alive, and that's even being in my position where I get death threats often just for doing my job." He snorted then, shaking his head. "Thing is, Dante did the world a favour by getting rid of our dad, and he's been through hell trying to prove to our sister that he's trying to change. That he's not the same person. I dunno about you, but I know Jaslyn. and she works people to see her way to get what she wants." Darius snorted then, shaking his head. "Besides, unless the Wizengamot really hates him, he was acting in self-defence. He saved both himself and Jaslyn that day. I'm sorry for what it cost, but you can't expect that you'd act any different."
Jacob frowned, examining Darius closely. "And you really hate him, huh? You don't seem like you do."
Darius rolled his eyes. "Psh, I hate the b*****d. I just know him best, is all. The only one that likely knows him better is either his mind healer or his boyfriend." Taking a sip, he rose an eyebrow at the blond. "So, Jaslyn's with the kids this evening?"
Jacob pressed his lips together for a moment. "She's... in Prague. She wanted to sketch some of the architecture there."
"Wait, who's watching the kids? I thought your brother was up in the castle what with the sorting and all."
"Rick's husband is. He said he's got it covered in case 'the psycho b***h showed up'." Jacob's lips quirked into a smirk. "He's not too bad of a guy, even if he's an arsehole."
Darius was studying Jacob carefully. Something told him that there was more to this than Jacob was letting on. "She travels a lot?"
"Yeah."
Darius blinked, staring. "And you take care of the kids while she's away?" After a nod, Darius whistled low. "s**t, mate, she's got you whipped."
Jacob's eyes jerked up and the blond glared. "I am not whipped. I just respect that she wants to travel."
Darius hated sounding like an arsehole, but he knew the next question needed to be asked. "And when was the last time you were able to do anything without worrying about the kids? By the way, work doesn't count. We both know you could end up dead at any moment and that's work, not a real break."
Jacob looked down, and that was all Darius needed to know. Cursing, he stood and went to get a couple of harder drinks. Setting one down in front of Jacob, he raised his own glass and gave a half-assed salute. "You're taking the night off. Don't tell me you can't. That's bullshite. You can use Striker if you want, but I'm pretty sure that you can have a break, and if your brother's husband needs to work in the morning, I'm pretty sure that Rick can watch the kids until you can take them back."
Jacob frowned, shaking his head. "Jaslyn isn't that kind of person."
"And I wasn't a paranoid, possessive b*****d that lost my best friend. Sometimes the truth's harder to take than anything else." Darius watched Jacob look into his glass, and the Slytherin shook his head. He didn't know what else to tell the younger man, but if he knew anything, Jaslyn probably had done a number on him and Jacob was just too good of a person to realize what had happened.
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Location: Home
Thinking: Damnit Jaslyn!
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Not a yes-sir, not a follower
Fit the box, fit the mold
Have a seat in the foyer, take a number
I was lightning before the thunder
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