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It is the year 1978, and the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry step out into a world darkened by the war. The lines that once formed the barriers between the houses are falling, to be replaced with ones of their own creation; Death Eaters, the loyal servant of the Dark Lord Voldemort; the Order of the Phoenix, dedicated to bringing down the evil by any means possible; and those who struggle to remain Neutral, forever caught between the two extremes. Trust is an illusion, when you can never truly know who is your ally, and who is only waiting for the perfect moment to stab you in the back.
With less then a year until the Last Night, which side will you choose?
~December, 1978~
Hestia Elizabeth Rose Jones
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Re: I Owe Every Breath to You (Evan/Angelica) « Result #1 on Dec 1, 2009, 9:29am »
”Jump? No… Not exactly.” Oh but she remembered that night. The crushing weight that had felt like it was going to crush her alive. The wedding, the sense that her whole life was spiraling completely out of control, and there was nothing she was going to be able to do about it. Hopeless, and helpless, and suffocating, the walls closing in around her. Around them both. But he’d saved her- just like he always did. Even disowning her had been a final act of love for her, even though it had hurt them both terribly to do it. Because freedom; that elusive, intangible, and for a long time out of reach quality- had been the one thing he could still give her. But the cure had nearly destroyed her, and it was only though sheer luck that Rodolphus had ventured up that high before the winds had swept her to her death. I didn’t want to kill myself,’
“But I wanted it to end. To have the decision taken away from me, and just leave living or dying in the hands of luck.” Perhaps it wasn’t a very big distinction; either way, she would have fallen to her death. But to Angelica, it made all of the difference in the world, ”I wasn’t really actively courting death… Just inviting it if it wanted to come.” The dark haired woman took a slow, deep breath, looking down at her hands as she twisted a loose thread on her sweater until it began to fold back in on itself. ”Even if I knew you weren’t going to be there, I couldn’t give up like that. I knew if I’d jumped, then you would have blamed yourself- and I couldn’t do that to you. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I hadn’t slept in days, and I wasn’t thinking very clearly by that point.”
A complete understatement. Her head had been swimming with grief and exhaustion, and looking back on it now, it was difficult to remember much of anything save for the blur that the world had been passing as. Leaving her behind. A tiny, hesitant smile crossed her lips as she told her to shut up, pliantly letting him pull her into his arms. ”I know, I know. Be happy that you’re here, and don’t apologize.” And she was. In the months following graduation, Angelica had begun to see things more clearly, had been forced to stand on her own two feet without the comforting security of her brother’s constant, (if often combative,) presence. And perhaps she could do it- perhaps she had endured better then anyone would have guessed the little Pureblood capable of.
But at the end of the day, it had been her brother’s voice in the back of her mind telling her to stop feeling sorry for herself, and just do it. She rested her small hand against his chest, the reassuringly steady beat of his head beneath her fingers; a thin, barely audible laugh slipping from her lips- it wasn’t amusement, so much as a choice between laughing or crying; some expression for the myriad of emotions that had decided to ballroom dance around the inside of her mind. ”I think Rod was happier about the baby then I was…” She said after a long time, quietly under her breath. ”I was so scared- still am- of just ending up like Mother, or worse.” She didn’t need to define what ‘worse’ was- not to him. ”I just keep trying to remember what Auntie Rose was like, you know?”
Safe in the circle of her brother’s arms, Angelica felt some of the anxiety begin to fade. Yes, it was a little strange… But the year between sixth and seventh, the siblings had barely spoken- and it was not so much worse then it had been after that. And if they could get passed that, Angelica had to believe that they could get through this as well- at least they were willing to try. ”Nobody knows the baby is Rod’s- it’s just not safe, especially if it’s a boy.” The dark haired woman shuddered quietly at the thought; their mother would be only too willing to use the baby to her own ends, and the idea made her stomach twist uncomfortably.
Rubbing a hand over the firm curve of her middle, black gaze flicking down briefly, the edges of her mouth tugging upwards despite herself. ”But it’s healthy… And impatient. Takes after their father already, I think.” Lifting her hand from his chest, Angelica reached over and stole his hand lightly, shifting a little to press his fingers over the weave of her green sweater. The soft thumping feeling would only get stronger with the coming months, but it could still be felt without any difficulty. ”Rod hasn’t been by in a while, so you’re the first person to get to feel that.” She said quietly, her tiny smile softening as she rested her head against his shoulder comfortably. ”Uncle Evan… I didn’t ever really think I would say that.”
"The blade now rested against both our wrists. But it only ever cut into our hearts."
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Bellatrix Lestrange « Result #2 on Dec 1, 2009, 2:37am »
Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, Bellatrix
In dreams we enter a world that’s entirely our own.
Name;; Bellatrix Lucretia Lestrange nee. Black
Age;; 17
Birthday;; 13th July 1961
House;; Slytherin
Year;; 7th Year
Blood;; Pureblood
Sexuality;; Straight
Occupation;; Death Eater/Wife
Special Abilities;; Occlumens and Legilimens. (Skills developing)
Scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee which is a perfect map of the London Underground.
Appearance;; With an arrogant face that will one day strike fear into many hearts, Bellatrix Black is very confident in herself and her appearance. By carrying her spine straight, her shoulders back, she has the appearance of a girl with all the confidence and the beauty in the world.
Because she is so tall-five feet, nine inches, Bellatrix can look all the more elegant if she so chooses, and she will often wear a pair of black, high heeled, slick knee high boots to show this off even more. Though she is nowhere near rail thin, Bella is about average in weight and body style. Her legs look long compared to her torso, and she will occasionally do her best to show this off.
When she bothers to wash and care for it on a daily basis, Bella's hair is long, shiny, and a deep, deep black. It falls about half way down her back and is extremely thick and will curl at the bottoms if she so allows. If she fails to wash it or take care of it as she should, it will get frizzy. It falls on either side face, outlining her pale face. She has a strong jaw bone and heavily lidded, dark brown eyes. On her forearm is a tattoo of the Dark Mark.
Bellatrix Black has the classic Black look to her; arrogance. She holds herself in high esteem, and starts in her appearance when she wants to show it most.
Played By;; Ashley Greene
I warned you. I will not tolerate mention of your abnormality under this roof.
Personality;; A natural born leader, Bellatrix comes off as seeming very full of herself and arrogant. She does not take orders well from many people, and likes to work on her own in most situations. She is very much the take charge kind of woman, and if something is not getting done, she will pick it up and do it if it is something that needs to be done. Many a time, Bella must have everything done her way, as it is the best way. If something is not done in the way she wants it done, Bellatrix is not above throwing a bit of a fit, in which case she becomes almost eerily quiet.
Though she has had dew to be honestly loyal to through her life, Bella is exceedingly so. If she decides you are the one to follow, she will remain loyal to that and never attempt to let you down. If betrayed by any person she so trusts, there will be hell to pay, and the Black sister's temper is not one to try. She flits quickly from anger to happy, and will just as easily jinx someone who looks at her in a way she doesn't like as kill a wizard who threatens her own life. Bella is quick with a wand and will turn it on any who, in her eyes, deserves it.
Perhaps a bit imbalanced, Bella is a follower of the Dark Lord in a way that she almost worships the ground her treads. Her dark attitude makes her perfect for the position of a death eater. She is cold, and pitiless. Killing a child will not faze the woman, and she will laugh her ever maniacal laugh in the face of her very own death.
Though she is a natural born pessimist, Bellatrix will not give up on anything even if the cause seems lost. She will fight on relentlessly until the deed is done or she is left in the dirt. She is determined and rather too stubborn to give up.
Bellatrix know quite a few of the spells taught by the school. She has also learned darker spells that do worse deeds than those they would ever allow into the school, and her skill with some of them has grown. Her sadistic style settles well into the torturing curse, the Cruciatus Curse. She enjoys the looks on the faces of those she tortures almost more than when they die.
Bellatrix holds the common Black belief that all purebloods are superior to any muggle born or muggle, and that they should either be banished from the wizarding world, dead, or her own personal slave. Not only does Bella think her blood better than others, but she sees herself as a better person altogether than most of the other people she finds herself around.
You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born but what they grow to be.
Family;; Parents Druella Black nee. Rosier Cygnus Black
Sisters Narcissa Malfoy nee. Black (married to Lucius Malfoy) Andromeda Black (disowned)
Aunt and Uncle on the Black side Walburga Black nee. Black Orion Black
Cousins on the Black side Sirius Black (disowned) Regulus Black
Aunt and Uncle on the Rosier side Cassius Rosier (deceased) Aurelia Rosier nee. Crouch
Cousins on the Rosier side Evan Rosier Angelica Rosier (disowned)
Husband Rodolphus Lestrange
Parents-in-law Rosemary Lestrange nee. Dolohov Renault Lestrange
History;; Bellatrix Lucretia Black was born to Cygnus Black and Druella Rosier. She is the middle of three daughters, having a blood-traitor sister, Andromeda, and a perfect pureblood sister, Narcissa. Bella is quite protective of Cissa(only because's she's taller than her), while also having a huge hatred for both Andromeda and her cousin, Sirius. Bella was a fickle child, and also developed a slight hatred for her other cousin, Angelica, simply because the girl reminded her of Sirius and Andromeda.
Bellatrix was always a cold child. With her doll like features, black hair and almost black eyes, she was a true Black child. She did take alot after her mother and the Rosier side of the family, and thanks to this, she has been graced with unnatural beauty, surprising in a family as cross-bred as the Blacks. Bella grew up as quite a bored child, because of her lavish riches. There was nothing she couldn’t get her hands on.
Bella was the type of child to always challenge authority until she deemed them fit to be her 'master', and quickly became accustomed to winning. That meant she always got her way. She would torment her sister, Andromeda, and even her cousin, Angelica when she visited, because the two girls frustrated her. They were very... unpureblood. Druella, who was kinder than she looked, and who also clashed severely with Bella, would not tolerate this, even if it was to Andromeda and Angelica.
When Bellatrix turned eleven, she instantly knew she was a Slytherin snake. There was simply no other option for the pureblood princess. She was quite a cold child at school, but always ready with a wand, and never getting caught. Bella had everyone wrapped around her little finger.
Bellatrix has been through the first six years of her education. In classes, she was the smart, polite (sometimes) Bellatrix Black. Out of class, however, was another story. Outside the walls of her classrooms, Bellatrix earned a reputation as a Cold Slytherin Ice Princess. She cursed those who got in her way, and hurt many. She got through her O.W.Ls with flying colours, getting all O's. People were amazed, but she brushed it off, with a flick of the hair, or a slight snarl of contempt.
When her cousin, Angelica Rosier, was disowned, it was a shock, but for Bella, not as much as a shock because she had little patience for the girl. It fazed her as much as Sirius and Andromeda's disownings. She was only a little shocked because she thought Angelica acted like the perfect pureblood princess. But maybe that wasn't so.
Bella proved herself to the Dark Lord through torture and death. It was this test of loyalty that granted Bella with the Dark Mark, and Lord Voldemort's trust... well, as much of it as he was willing to give (which really isnt that much). Bella has the Dark Mark on her left forearm, and wears it with pride... much more pride than being a Lestrange. When it was burned into her arm, Bella didn't even flinch, and it seemed Voldemort liked this, because it showed that she was a follower who did not have any fear.
Bella received the Dark Mark alongside Rodolphus Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy and Evan Rosier, and she was quite proud as she was the only female to receive it at the time. She still tries, to this day, to convince Narcissa to show her loyalty the proper way.
She is one of the youngest Death Eaters, and is also married to Rodolphus Lestrange. Bella's parents wished for their marriage to be before Bella finished school, in order to make sure that their pureblood lineage stayed pure and to make sure that Bella didn't have the chance to find somene else.
How dare you give this number out to people like- people like you.
Don't you know we're talking about a revolution;; Poor people gonna rise up.
Do you already play a character here?;; No
Do you agree with our rules?;; Yes
What would you like as your custom title?;; You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips?
Example Post;;
Bella turned a corner, and walked down a lonely hall. She was thinking. Around her swished her black Slytherin robes, and her long black hair was tied back in a plait. Bella paused, hearing something. "Who's there?" she whispered. No one appeared, so she continued down the hall, towards an empty dungeon.
Perhaps Severus would be around? She thought, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Bella entered the empty dungeon, the door slamming shut behind her. She whipped around, drawing a wand. Behind the door stood her cousin, Sirius, who was smirking. "Bugger off, traitor," snarled Bella, aiming the wand at her cousin. When he only stood there, she glared and angrily at the Lion.
Bella had been walking for awhile, when a greasy, lanky boy appeared. She looked over at the darkened corner, where the boy stood, his wand out and aimed straight at her chest. Severus Snape, another traitous Slytherin. Bella dispised the boy, he sent chills down her spine.
Bella glared and put her wand away. She took one last look at Severus, and left the room rather haughtly. If only I could've killed the traitor. Everyone in the family would be proud she thought, heading to Slytherin Common Room. As she walked down the hall, Bella pulled out her wand and began fiddling with it, turning the wood over and over in her hands. She reflected upon what things she had done with this wand. Learnt magic, used it against people, typical Bella things. A smirk crossed her face, pride flooding her body as she stashed her wand away once more.
Her eyes flashed, as she neared the Slytherin dorm, and heard footsteps reach her ears. Bella growled softly to herself, drawing her loving wand once more, her other hand sliding between her robes in reach of her silver knife, her friendly silver knife, which had shown many people the sight of blood as she ripped it into their body. Her eyes gazed up the corridor, in await of someone unexpected.
Note: Is Bella married to Rodolphus, or still just engaged? If she's still in school, it makes sense to not have the wedding till after she graduates...
death cannot stop true love. all it can do is delay it for a while.
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Re: {Doodles & Cartoons} « Result #3 on Nov 30, 2009, 9:53pm »
Hello, dear! =D
Character’s Name: Tia Jones Portrayed by: Zooey Deschanel Phrase|Quote|Text: use any lyrics that you see fit from this song. Link! Pictures: use any of these, dear! One (may need resizing, but gorgeous!) Two Graphic: Signature Others: I hope the song lyrics help for inspiration. I would love if you could somehow use both pictures but just one would be fine. And thank you soo much love!
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Re: A Midnight Summons (ALL Death Eaters) « Result #4 on Nov 29, 2009, 9:48pm »
Evan had lost track of how many seconds sluggishly ticked by since his body had been subjected to the painful curse, thought it couldn’t have been many. He didn’t see the Dark Lord’s pleasure at having him fall to his knees- weak and vulnerable for all to see. He couldn’t see the crowd, but he sensed that they were restless. Some would enjoy watching him suffer; some would not. And still most would be impassive. Why should they care what happened to the arrogant man on the stage, as long as their own fates were not involved? It sickened Evan to know how cowardly these men and women were. To know that he had to rely on them to watch out for him when they were placed together on missions. The same people that were exchanging looks of glee with their neighbors were those that he was supposed to trust with his life. Supposed to, but didn’t- couldn’t. Only a handful of people in the crowd gathered that night would he willingly trust. Rodolphus, of course, who already stood by his side to endure Hell with him. Lucius. Rabastan. Bellatrix. Yes- crazy as his cousin may be turning these days he had no doubt that she would never let harm come his way when they were teamed up. Bellatrix was the only actual family he had with him that night- the others family to him in all but blood. He was only glad that his cousin was just a part of the waiting crowd, and not directly involved- though he knew her well enough to guess that she would rather it be the other way, if only to leave everyone with no doubt of what she can do. The pain stopped suddenly, mercifully. All was quiet save for his breathing, though soon he gained control of it and not even that disrupted the thick tension in the air. The children were whimpering but that had become part of the night- simple background sound, something nobody paid any attention to. Evan rose slowly to his feet once he was certain he could hold his weight, standing tall and arrogant once again beside Rodolphus. His expression was back to its calm mask, but he felt sick inside. Rodolphus was now expected to murder the children. It was a stab to his conscience that he didn’t need. Evan almost opened his mouth to insist that he would do the deed, but thought better of it. The Dark Lord would only be too delighted to use his brother in some way to silence him.
Evan ignored the little girl as completely as if she wasn’t there. His cold black eyes were focused solely on Rodolphus- that is until a familiar voice caught his attention. Rodolphus was quickest to turn and face Renault, but it didn’t take very long before Evan also turned his back on the Dark Lord to face his Uncle. The man standing near the stage was the only person that could command Evan’s respect and spark his fear, now that Cassius was dead and gone. But he was not afraid of him in this moment. No- the tiniest hint of amusement mingled with annoyance lit up his eyes. Amusement because it was so very typical of his Uncle to want to be the one giving orders. Annoyance because of the language. It had always been a lifelong battle between the two close families. The Lestranges speaking French and the Rosiers speaking Italian, simply to annoy each other more often than not. Evan had spent enough time in the company of Rodolphus to understand most of what was said: Renault was ordering him to kill the girl because he was bored- but the dark-haired man suspected his Uncle of having another motive for disrupting the Dark Lord. Evan’s gaze was momentarily appraising as he studied Renault, then Rodolphus- straining to keep his expression smooth, because he was on the edge of smiling widely in response to the situation. “Sempre impaziente,” he murmured, the Italian words rolling neatly off his tongue. Always impatient. He still refused to look at the child, refused to listen to her words, tearing his gaze away from his friend only after the green flash of light followed his curse. Their Lord would not be pleased- of that he was certain. Evan looked once more to his Uncle to gather his response before black eyes flickered over to the Dark Lord, waiting remarkably patiently for his fury.
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Re: I Owe Every Breath to You (Evan/Angelica) « Result #5 on Nov 29, 2009, 9:45pm »
The silence that surrounded the siblings was tense and awkward. Neither dared to breathe a word while they both tried in desperation to pull their thoughts together. It had happened only rarely- both being known for their stubborn impatience. Angelica was better at being silent than Evan was, and she could only go through with it once in a great while. Evan’s mind wasn’t working like it normally did. His thoughts that often raced, shrewdly calculated, through his brain, were coming painfully slowly and making little sense to him. Was this shock, then? His mind was flat out refusing to come to the correct conclusion. It was impossible to even consider. Yet still his perfectly smooth mask faltered for a single moment in time as his heart responded to what his thoughts were trying to tune out. Black eyes stared expressionlessly into the familiar, similar black eyes of his sister- neither one brave enough to be the first to look away. It wasn’t for fear of her vanishing into thin air that Evan watched her so intently. He knew she would not- this was not one of his nightmares. It was real- almost painfully so. So real that it had the ability to destroy him. Could he really walk away from her now? To turn around after this day and return to Wiltshire, pretending it had never even happened? Was he strong enough to do that to himself? To her? He had spent his life doing all in his power to protect her from every conceivable type of harm… except himself. He had been convinced at the time that disowning her was for the best. She deserved freedom. Still he could not deny the pain it caused her, almost as if he dealt with it alongside her. Each time his eyes had so much as flickered in her direction during classes the rest of that year, it was like enduring torture- and he knew enough about that to be able to make an accurate comparison. Angelica started to speak, and Evan remained a silent sculpture as he listened, waited for her to continue and explain to him what he had been missing all this time. “How could I have known you were no longer with Ian? No such news ever reached my ears. All this time I thought you were with him, being happy and living the life you always wanted to live- freely, your own way.” Evan didn’t comment when she all but called him a coward. In the past such a thing would have sent him into a tantrum but now? It didn’t affect him. He knew perfectly well that he had not been brave enough to defy his family to check up on Angelica- that and he would have rather died than do anything that would force him to abandon Rodolphus. Evan continued to listen as she set the scene. The storm he remembered without much problem- it was one of the last nights he had snuck away to spend time with Matilda before he shattered both of their worlds for a life he despised. A light frown flashed across his otherwise lifeless face. The Astronomy Tower? No- he hadn’t heard her right. Angelica hated heights. He was on the verge of asking her what on earth she had been doing there when a memory hit him: Angelica standing out on her balcony at Rosier Estate. His sister, inches away from jumping from the great height to end her misery, and Evan, arriving to see her just in time to pull her back into his binding arms and stop her from leaving him. It was a selfish act. He honestly believed she would have been much happier dead- but because he couldn’t cope without her, he took away her chance at real happiness. “You were going to jump,” he said quietly, not as a question, before adding silently, and I wasn’t there to stop you.
But he was confused. If she had gone to the Tower, why was she sitting before him, alive and unharmed? She paused in her narrative, and he paused, too, holding his breath until she spoke again. Rodolphus. Yes- it all made sense now, everything clicked. The ill feelings inside him from not knowing eased. He could no longer deny what was true now that the words had been spoken aloud. Evan felt cold from the inside out. He wasn’t aware that Angelica had taken his hand until she dropped it and apologized. The dark-haired man didn’t know what expression was frozen on his face for the first time in a long time- not that he cared at this point. He didn’t say anything to her apology, just continued to stare at her until she confessed that she had never loved Ian- having loved Rodolphus instead. And Rodolphus- his brother- had loved her too. Betrayal slammed into him so suddenly that he almost winced. His chest tightened around his almost non-existent heart. Was he angry? No- he was feeling several emotions, but anger surprisingly wasn’t one of them. Evan wanted to speak, but he couldn’t even pry his lips apart to make the attempt. He was counting the days in his head. So they had been in love. For how long, he didn’t know. Knowing that he was going to be married soon, Rodolphus had impregnated Angelica. What had he been thinking? Evan didn’t have the energy to be angry at the moment, but he was sure that later, when the initial shock wore off, he would be feeling some sort of rage. The two people he trusted most in the world had lied to him- how many times? In how many ways? What else had been kept from him? Evan’s head was suddenly filled with doubt- and Cassius’ voice. For how many times had his Father insisted that his son couldn’t afford to rely on others? To trust was a terrible weakness, and if Evan were any kind of a man, he would count on only himself. Could it be… was it even possible… that Cassius may have been right all along? Evan opened his eyes when Angelica suggested that perhaps Rodolphus had been frightened of his friend’s reaction. Well- if that was true then it would be interesting to see how Rodolphus reacts to Evan the next time they see each other, when Evan will be feeling less than friendly. In his present state he may have scoffed at her words. Most important person in her life, indeed! But he silently judged her sincerity, and decided that it wasn’t she he should direct his emotions at. “I’m here, aren’t I? The fact that I haven’t walked out should put you at ease. Do not forget that I lost you once already as well. I’m not so masochistic that I would do that again so soon.” Evan hesitated for a long moment, and then reached out to take her joined hands in one of his; pulling her gently toward him so he could wrap his other arm around her waist. “Shut up, Ang, will you?” he muttered in response to her apologies- accepting them in the usual fashion of blowing them off. Hugging her after so long felt the same as it always did and yet different. They were both different people now- changing so dramatically in the few months spent apart. That they were both there meant they were willing to try to fit back into each others’ lives- but how well would it work out in the end?
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Re: hurry- i'm falling [Evan] « Result #6 on Nov 29, 2009, 9:40pm »
Evan listened to her words in silence. He didn’t like to hear that she had been forced to pretend happiness for her loved ones… but at the same time, his heart beat rather painfully in his chest, reprimanding his thoughts- because that small part of him found peace with the fact that she had truly cared about him that much. It was more than he had ever dared to hope for. However wrong, however sick it was- he could not deny it made him feel the tiniest bit better to know she had not simply skipped off into the sunset to resume her old life, without him. He had tortured himself, making himself believe she had forgotten all about him- because it was healthier for them both. She spoke of the pain of losing him and he couldn’t help but agree with her. It was made only bearable because of Rodolphus. If not for his brother he was sure the overwhelming grief would have consumed him in the worst possible way. “I hate that it causes you distress,” he said in a quiet voice. Her pain brought him pain. On the rare occasion that he was actually granted sleep, at least he could rest believing she was happy, wherever she was. But now he didn’t see how he would ever sleep again- because now he knew it was all a lie. Her sadness would surely haunt him, adding to every other ounce of distress his mind so generously reminded him of at all moments of his day. “Can you believe, after what I’ve done to you, that I wanted you to be happy? To forget about me and find someone that’s good for you- that would never bring you harm? I’m not good for you. Allowing what happened between us was a terrible mistake, because I always knew I couldn’t give you the life you deserved. I couldn’t help falling for you, but I should have acted as if I hadn’t. Look at the pain I’ve brought you. I never deserved your time.” He spoke calmly, truly believing every word he said. Evan had accepted long ago that his life was meant to be full of misery and pain. He understood he was supposed to be Cassius reincarnate. Falling in love with Matilda had been the most unexpected, uncalled for twist of the knife in his heart. As if he wasn’t suffering enough! His life with her had never been as perfect as he would have liked- the lies forcing him to seem like someone else entirely. But he had been happy with her, despite all of that. Her smile, her laugh… it was almost addicting. The happy feelings she gave him almost made him forget who he was. The Gods only too kindly had to step in and offer him the reminder that his happiness had to end.
Her next words cut deeper into him. “You think you didn’t help me? Is that what you truly believe? Matilda… you can’t even begin to imagine what you did for me,” he said before pausing, searching for the words that could possibly describe what he wanted to say. There were none. He sighed, giving up, and looked straight into her beautiful eyes as if the answer would be written in them. “You helped more than I can describe. You really don’t know the difference you made in my life- the way I was before I saw you, and the way I was after you were mine.” Evan had been very careful with the problems he shared with Matilda. His classes, his annoying classmates, minor injuries he received from Quidditch. He had never dared to share with her his more complicated issues, and always felt a little guilty about it, especially when she had no problem telling him anything and everything. He knew it wasn’t fair but at the time he didn’t want to tell her anything that would upset her. The times he could spend with her weren’t often enough and he simply refused to waste precious time in despair. Then Evan finally gave up his struggle and started trying to explain the way his life worked. He didn’t tell her every detail of the horror, but he gave her the general idea- which of course should have been enough to shock most people into silence. There were moments of his past that he even refused to talk about with his sister and Rodolphus- memories so terrible that his mind unconsciously locked away for good for the sake of his humanity. Though his tone was too calm, almost lifeless, his black eyes held a deep resentment and hatred as he explained everything to her. The torture, the constant fear of closing your eyes for just one second too long. Watching helplessly as people you loved writhed in total agony. The feeling of unconsciousness consuming you when the pain finally became too great for the human body and mind to handle- of how peaceful and welcoming it was, but also knowing you had to find the will to go back to the pain, because there were people that needed you. The very rational fear of lying in his bed, knowing he was in trouble- for breaking a priceless vase of Aurelia’s, or for making another one of his nannies quit on them, or for upsetting his Mother in some ridiculous way. The distinct sound of Cassius’ slow, sure footsteps coming closer to Evan’s room to deliver his punishment. It was always easier when he was expecting it, but sometimes Cassius would have grown bored and decided to surprise his son with his infamous temper. He explained it all to Matilda, because he was tired of lying to her, tired of pretending these things didn’t happen to him. He wasn’t sparing her feelings- she thought she was capable of understanding, and so he told her the absolute truth.
The Dark Mark suddenly felt like it was searing into his skin- for one bewildered moment he thought the Dark Lord was summoning him. He rubbed absently at it, and after a moment he understood he was only imagining the mild pain. It was probably the guilt getting to him. The secret was now out that Cassius had been a Death Eater- in fact he had been one of the first few that made up the Inner Circle; the coldest, the soulless murderers that killed and tortured without so much as a second thought. Evan had been given no choice but to take his Father’s place instead of just joining them- the Mark branded into his skin forever as a constant reminder that he had a Master, that he too was a heartless killer. He had taken the lives of so many others because it was either kill or be killed- and of course he could not simply leave Rodolphus alone in that world, so he obeyed. Matilda didn’t ask if he had taken the path and he didn’t tell her- avoiding her gaze all the while. That was one fact about his life that he was truly ashamed of and refused to admit to the fair-haired beauty sitting in front of him. However he did go on, reluctantly, to tell her the truth about Angelica and why he had to break things off with Matilda to go along with his engagement. He didn’t make any attempt to hide his ill feelings when he spoke of Glorianna. She was vile- painfully reminding him of Aurelia in many ways. But it was one of the prices he had to pay to stay where the world strongly believed he belonged- standing with his perfect wife next to his best friend and his cousin, Bellatrix. The Gods know Evan had tried to think of a way he could stay with Matilda, the possibilities he had never allowed himself to dream of coming to him with the news of Cassius’ death- only to then be crushed when Rodolphus found the damned Will. Evan saw the fresh tears well up in her eyes when he was brave enough to look at her again, and his chest tightened a little bit more- and then smiled wryly as she stubbornly shook her head after he confessed he wished she would hate him. It would be much easier for both of them if she did, because he knew he could never feel that way about her- he would love her always, no matter what happened. Her next words followed by the loving smile hurt almost as much as her pain and misery did- he couldn’t decide which was worse at the moment. “I was never worth it, can’t you see that? I’ve lied and hurt you time and time again. You’ve always deserved so much more than I could offer you.” Evan held the necklace he had given her in his hand sadly. It should end right there. They should both walk back to where they belonged, because that was it- there was nothing left. But Evan had always been a selfish man, and true to his nature, he spoke the words that he knew would cause her to stay with him- the simple truth that he had never stopped loving her. He was asking her to stay with him despite knowing he didn’t have the right to do so… but he didn’t think he would survive watching her walk away from him. Not this time. He saw the agony in her eyes and matched it perfectly before his eyes closed as she said his name. “As my place is next you to, Matilda,” he murmured, feeling at peace for the first time as he closed the space between them and wrapped his arms around her waist at her request. He felt whole again, turning her so that her back fit neatly against his chest and he leaned down to press his face into her hair. “I have no strength left to keep myself away from you.” Evan reached out for one of her hands and placed the necklace firmly in her palm, closing her hand over it. “Keep it- it belongs to you as surely as my heart and soul. I didn’t even know they existed until you came along. They have always belonged to you, Tilly. I love you, too- so much that it’s probably unhealthy.”
Raggedy Edge: A Firefly RPG « Result #7 on Nov 29, 2009, 6:18am »
Here's how it is: The Earth got used up, so we moved out and terraformed a whole new galaxy of Earths. Some rich and flush with the new technologies, some not so much. The Central Planets, thems formed the Alliance, waged war to bring everyone under their rule; a few idiots tried to fight it, among them myself.
I'm Malcolm Reynolds, captain of Serenity. She's a transport ship; Firefly class. Got a good crew: fighters, pilot, mechanic. We even picked up a preacher for some reason, and a bona fide companion. There's a doctor, too, took his genius sister outta some Alliance camp, so they're keepin' a low profile. You understand. You got a job, we can do it, don't much care what it is.
We're a brand new Firefly RPG set after the end of the series, and are looking for players of all kinds to join us. Be whatever and whoever you want in the 'verse, just have fun!
Maybe that's the way I should go, Straight into the mouth of the unknown.
Joined: Jun 2008 Gender: Female Posts: 525 Karma: 1
Re: Could This Be...? (Rod|Ang) « Result #8 on Nov 25, 2009, 7:39pm »
”Well, I was going to say insanely gorgeous… But suddenly, I think I’m going to have to change my mind.” Angelica said lightly, waving a small hand through the air as if it dismiss the entire comment, ”I’m going to blame it on a moment of insanity, and a trick of the light.” She didn’t mean it any more then he had, but the constant verbal sparring between the teens had been a habit carried over since childhood, and it wasn’t one that she was really all that interested in breaking- change in the status quo of their relationship or not. Usually she would have followed it up by a further comment, but her expression softened just a little as he admitted that he was glad she saw him that way- smiling a little and tilting her head to the side to let him brush a faint kiss over her shoulder.
Thin steam rose from the moisture on their clothing, tiny droplets of water sizzling as the fell too close to the heated stone on the other side of the wrought iron grate. ”Better? Sort of… Getting there, anyway.” She said with a little shrug, plucking the neck of her shirt back up onto her shoulder properly- and immediately regretting the habitual action, as the clammy material clung to her skin and made her shiver, ”Or not- I think that’s a very good idea.” A little reluctantly, Angelica twisted around and moved away from the fire, gingerly putting her bare feet on the floor that was a little cover then the hearth had been.
Now, Angelica had seen Rodolphus look many ways over the years. Sick, sad, hurt (too often,) happy, teasing… But she couldn’t remember a single moment in the last seventeen years that she had seen him look so… Glancing over her shoulder, she paused, searching for the right word, and nearly laughing out loud when her mind supplied it. ”You’re blushing!” She exclaimed incredulously, her smile turning a little mischevious at the edges, ”Roddy, what are you blushing about?” She teased, walking over to the small end table near the foot of the bed that held dry clothes for both of them.
There was less light over here, the fluttering flames from the fireplace making the elongated shadows streak across the stone walls oddly. Angelica reached over to the table, curling a finger through the straps of the nightgown that she recognized as one of her own- wondering for a brief moment if it had simply been duplicated, or if her own had magically vanished from her trunk. ”It seems like we have a Room of Requirements with a sense of humour.” She said dryly under her breath, seriously considering it if was worth it to get changed, or if wet clothing would actually be warmer. Looking over her shoulder a little self consciously, Rod seemed to be completely absorbed in hiding his face in the flames- and really, since when had she been self conscious?! Well, before tonight, anyway.
And it was Rodolphus, for Merlin’s sake. Her mind supplied, as if that should render the entire internal debate pointless.
Turning her back to him, the small, dark haired woman tugged the uncomfortably sticky shirt off, shivering and shifting her weight from foot to foot as she let it drop to the floor with a wet sound. It was very quickly followed by her pajamas pants, which were weighted down enough to require her to hold them up with one hand anyway. Shimmying the black material over her head, (apart from the usual Slytherin green, and a few splashes of dark blue and purple, most of what she owned was black, or equally dark.) It was just as figure hugging as she remembered, the edges of the deep neckline trimmed in a tiny row of lace stitches. It stopped a handful, (several handfuls, in her opinion) of inches above her knees… Oh, but it was dry! Wiggling her finally thawing bare toes against the stone, she sighed in obvious relief. ”Pneumonia really isn’t on my To Do list for this week. Brr!!”
Re: Could This Be...? (Rod|Ang) « Result #9 on Nov 25, 2009, 4:39pm »
And Rodolphus could only agree with her! He had no reason to complain about the room they find themselves in- it had everything they needed at the moment and perhaps more. Despite the luxury he had enjoyed since he was only a child Rodolphus was a young man of simple taste: as long as he had the basic he could adapt without much or any problem at all. When not forced to dress up to portrait the ultimate pureblood he liked to wear simple clothes- casual and comfortable and in neutral colors. He did not experiment much with it and stick to what he believed it suited him best. Angelica did not take long in joining him and even if his attention had been stolen by the dancing flames he was still aware of her presence- the inner peace he felt more than enough indication. Even before the very unexpected change in their relationship she had been surprisingly skilled at calming him down and most of the time she did not require words to soothe the short-tempered wizard- reason why silence between them had never felt awkward or uncomfortable. He smiled softly when she called him by the affectionate nickname she had chosen since they were children- his name even more ridiculous inappropriate back then!- and slowly turned to face her. “I don’t know,” he said in mild amusement. “I enjoyed the close encounter with pneumonia.” At this he chuckled quietly before nodding in agreement- after all it had taken several eternal minutes to regain feeling of his fingers and half of his frozen body. “But yes- next time we either make sure that the weather is actually decent or we find this room again.” He would not have mind too much under different circumstances but considering he had not been at his best during the past week it seemed only logical to find himself bothered by the cold.
With usual interest he watched her every move and was surprised when he felt her touch on his skin- curious green eyes following the path she made with her finger before they fixed on her, as if asking what was all that about. It seemed that for a moment the simple fact escaped his understanding but when her words reached him Rodolphus could hardly stop the smirk forming on his features. “Insanely gorgeous?” he repeated, his tone holding no intention to tease her about the particular choice in words. He remained in silence for a moment and then moved just enough to be able to brush his lips against the exposed skin of her shoulder- placing a soft kiss before pulling away. “No,” he added with perfect ease. “I think that if you say that to me I will hold it against you for the rest of our lives.” Both of them knew Rodolphus will probably tease her about it from time to time but he would not make a habit of it even if his ego could easily reach the high ceiling without trouble. But see- the difference between Angelica offering him those words and any other woman doing the same was pretty much abysmal. The first could honestly make him feel self-conscious while the others would not obtain any particular reaction from him. Not to mention that he believed in the honesty of her comment. “But I will also have to say I am glad you find me so.” And perhaps for the first time since he decided on taking his shirt off Rodolphus became aware of it too. He was not shy- far from it- but everything seemed so new… that and the fact her clothing was really making it difficult not to focus too much on the bits of bare, soft skin or on how the wet fabric clung to her, enhancing every curve of her lithe body. Damn- wrong trail of thoughts! Yet he found it entertaining if only because his brain could easily forget that until now he had only allowed himself to see her as a friend. “Feeling better?” he asked after a moment- attempting to distract himself. “It might be better if you get rid of those wet clothes. I know I should.” What the Hell? Brilliant- he should keep his mouth shut, really. “I mean- you could change into dry clothes.” he added quickly, looking back into the flames as he kicked himself mentally.
Maybe that's the way I should go, Straight into the mouth of the unknown.
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Re: Could This Be...? (Rod|Ang) « Result #10 on Nov 24, 2009, 3:52pm »
Angelica was quite certain that people didn’t risk suffering frostbite in their dreams- and so the only logical remaining conclusion was that this was… Impossibly. Wonderfully. Undeniably… Real.
The warmth spilled from the open door of the Room of Requirements, shutting behind the new couple mere seconds after they had stepped inside. Briskly she rubbed her bleached and bloodless hands together, waiting and dreading the pins and needles feeling that she knew was coming, as soon as her frozen skin realized that it actually had to defrost. Her black gaze roamed over the room that had been provided for them, a little smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she felt some of the tension begin to slowly drain out of her. ”No, I don’t have any complaints- this couldn’t be more perfect.” She said with a small laugh, sitting down on the edge of the thick, stone hearth to be as close to the fire as she could.
And it didn’t matter that they were soaked, half frozen and completely bedraggled- in Angelica’s eyes, the man beside her was still the most wonderful thing she had seen in… Well, so long that she couldn’t actually remember anything that had seemed better! Absently she plucked at the neck of the old shirt she was wearing- pinched from her brother at some point over the years. It hung low over one shoulder, sticking uncomfortably to her skin in the way that wet material tends to. Tucking her small feet onto the edge of the hearth in front of her, and glancing down for a moment to drag the heavy hems of her much too long pants back, wiggling her bare toes as feeling finally began to return to her extremities. ”Next time we decide to have a long and involved chat, Roddykins, we have to find somewhere a little more comfortable to do it!” Wrinkling up her nose and twisting her long, black hair in her hands to try and wring out some of the water.
She looked up just in time to see his equally soaked shirt meet a dryer Fate, plucking it up and draping it over the grate to warm up. Attention caught, watching the golden red firelight play over his tanned skin, and the smooth play of muscles beneath it. Oh she knew he was handsome- that much was obvious to anyone that had eyes. Reaching out, she trailed a slim, cold finger across his shoulder, winding down the length of his arm curiously. Living for so long under the guise of merely friendship, she had always muted the little voice that had wanted to reach out and touch him- it was with no little amusement, a little smile playing on her lips, that she realized she didn’t have to anymore. ”If I tell you how insanely gorgeous you look right now, are you ever going to let me forget it?”
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