dark heart, pale rider

Amycus. 24. Former Slytherin. Not so former Death Eater. 

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bellctrixes:

The smirk on her lips was cold, but burned wolfishly as she contemplated the possibilities. Hell, showing up Lucius Malfoy was worth all the trouble alone; let alone owed favors from the Carrow Twins. They were predictable, yes; sometimes, predictable, though boring, was thoroughly gratifying.

“Yeah, yeah. Enough talk. Are we going to do this, or aren’t we?”

Her smirk unsettled him, for just a moment. Amycus owed her, now. There was no telling what she would want, what she would make him do. But he’d had no other choice. 

He would do it again, in a heartbeat.

“That depends. How good are you at keeping quiet?” 

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Amycus chuckled into her mouth, breaking the next lazy kiss with it. “No, I suppose you haven’t.” 

She was everything to him, the greatest weakness and the greatest strength e had. She was his shoulder to lean on and the warm body he needed to curl around at night when the memories became too hard to bear. She broke him and forged him in fire, built him up from nothing and watched him become himself again. 

He knew she’d blamed herself. For so many things. His imprisonment hadn’t been her fault but, Merlin, trying telling her it wasn’t. Instead of consoling, he learned to hold her, to let her learn how to fix herself even if it meant pulling away from him. It hurt but watching her blame herself made his heart ache even more. 

His breathed out, sharing her air, her space. Their pace had begun to grow frantic, kisses bruising and hard against one another’s mouths. Merlin, he’d missed this. She was intoxicating, a precious drug. Amycus said as much as he reached up to pull her pins from her hair, running his fingers through it in the softest caress he knew. She was beautiful. But right nor he wanted something other than a night on the town. 

He needed her, in many ways, but he’d missed her. And he wanted her back. 

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She stares at him in disbelief, before shake her head slightly. “Only you can make it seem less insulting.” Narcissa retorted back while squeezing on his arm when someone had become dangerously close to them.

“Merlin, you sound like my sister when we were in a conversation regarding my son’s bibs.” She chuckled as she caught a glimpse of his face. She knew that look everywhere. It’s undeniable that something was bothering his mind. Something regarding the one and only, his sister. Her features soften before she continues. “Why? Trouble in paradise?”

“Lucky me, I already found one.” She looked at him, knowingly. She had always trusted him enough to have him around and she began to consider him as a part of her family “See? I bet it’s harder to fool your sister than me to Lucius. But, I think he knew why I insist on going by myself in the middle of this chilly day.”

Amycus cracked a smiled and glanced over at her. “It’s because I know I’ve heard worse.” He pulled her closer as another person almost bumps into them, the crowds thickest by the storefronts they were trying to move away from. 

“Bellatrix and I have very few things in common, but a dislike for shopping is apparently one of them.” He cleared his throat when he heard her question, looked away. It wasn’t an easy thing to speak about, even to someone whom he trusted as much as he trusted Narcissa. “It’s been...difficult. I’ve not had a chance to speak with her without her shouting at me over something. Can barely speak to her, haven’t touched her. And she won’t let me ask her why. She avoids it. And I’m starting to think it’s something I’ve done, that she might-” He looked away, his throat tightening. 

He couldn’t bear the thought that his sister wanted nothing to do with him, romantically or no. She was his world, his twin. They’d come into this world together and they’d promised to leave it the same way. Her silence and coldness towards him scared him, if he was being honest with himself, though he couldn’t find it in himself to speak this aloud, even to someone like Cissa. 

“At least Lucius understands. Alecto wanted to come; even when she won’t let me care about her, she still wants to be beside me. It’s all rather confusing if I’m being honest.” 

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The meeting wasn’t supposed to be such a bloody cluster fuck. The news of Regulus’ death that Narcissa had just brought the group-who had been behaving so well until then-had thrown it all into chaos. 

They’d just been lolling about at the Malfoy’s Manor, discussing the trivial gossip that had been floating around, about the Minister, and now about the Black boy. He was Narcissa’s cousin, Barty’s friend, and though Amycus had never truly met him, he had been convinced he was a good egg. He’d been loyal enough to the Cause. But now he was gone, disappeared and presumed dead. 

Amycus believed it, much like everyone else around the table, but there was something suspicious about it. Regulus was here and then he wasn’t, leaving Barty to think he’d done something. He hadn’t told a soul where he was going, not even his best friend, and had pulled away from him even before then. It’d left the young man in a state, to say the least, but try telling him that. He mentioned as much to his sister, but he felt eyes boring into him as he did. 

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Hello all! 

Sorry I haven't been on hardly at all. This week swamped me with things due and stuff to read. I should have replies done over the weekend and for those of you whom I owe I aologize. I will get it done. Life is happening, and both in school and some stuff with my grandpa are making it a bit difficult at the moment. 

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He chuckled at her annoyance. It was nice, like this. Simple. His fingers twitched at his sides, itching to grab a hold of her and never let go. He settled for drawings his fingers into a fist, not wanting to spook her. This was the closest they’d been for a week now and it was enough just to see her like this, for now.

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Amycus groaned quietly against her skin, her playful words shooting a spike of adrenaline and lust through his veins. “Promises, promises, darling. Not meant to be kept, never meant to be broken.” His voice was rougher now and his fingers tightened at her sides on reflex, brushing his nose against hers. 

Their heights had never been a factor before but, right now, he couldn’t imagine her not being any other way. She fit him, in all the right ways, in all the right places, and he her. This had been strange for so long, a cause for such confusion and heartache, but with his time in Azkaban he had learned many things. One of which was to never let her go, even if she only ever loved him one way. 

Their reunion had been one filled with sorrow and tears and apologies, but it was the happiest day of his life, seeing her again. It had been hard, so hard, and nothing would ever be completely right again but they had each other and that was all that mattered. Her next words brought him out of his head, and he jumped at the feeling of her lips on his again. 

It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. He had missed her, dearly. Drawing her body close, tilting her head back just so, he deepened the kiss, a little growl escaping from the corner of his mouth. “Merlin, Al, I’ve missed you.” 

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“Are you trying to call me short?” Narcissa huffed. She did try to sound annoyed, but failing miserably. It will be working, if not because of a smile that was tugging at the corner of her lips. She couldn’t hold her eyes from rolling at his words.

“That I am. But you sound a lot like a teenage girl with raging hormones and an urge to throw an insult at anyone during her period.” She teased him back. It could have been worse, but she was grateful it’s him that she was bumping into. She holds onto his arm, feeling her head starting to pound at the sight of crowds moving around them.

“I told him to stay behind and keep him distracted so he won’t try to look for me for a certain amount of time. I’m doing a Christmas shopping for him so the husband is better not be around.” She pursed her lips. “Your nephew is fine. For the record, his father makes me wear this thick coat before I leave. He even cast a warming spell himself just to make sure that I won’t feel any cold on my way here. I was more concerned about how to find our way out from this growing crowd ahead of us.”

Amycus smiled, chuckling. He nudged her with his elbow as he began to walk, working to keep her free of most of the crowd. "That I am, dear Cissa, that I am."

As they begin to weave through Christmas hell, he listen to her with one ear and watches the crowds, intent on keeping her clear of most of it. "I don't sound like a bloody teenage girl. I just hate shopping. If it weren't for Al I'd never come out here. But she deserved something nice for the holidays. It's been...rough these past few weeks." 

Amycus heard what she said about her husband and nodded. "Good man. You don't need to be out 'ere without one. And a for the shopping, well, I don't blame you. I made my own excuses to come to here and, believe me, it wasn't easy." 

He squeezed the arm he had in his grasp, searching for another route as the crowds began to grow thick and his heart began to speed up. 

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edgrbones

Edgar’s brows furrowed, and he took a step back. He had no idea what the hell was happening with the other man, but he didn’t like it. Part of him wanted to get out of there before something happened, but the other part, the part that was thinking about the Order, wanted to him to stay there in case something happened. “You seem to have a problem…”

Amycus smiled benevolently, splaying his hands in a show of nonviolence. Bones made him jittery, made his skin crawl and he itched to do something about that. But he also didn't need to make about scene. So here he was now, talking his way out of another sticky situation, or something that looked to be quickly turning into one. 

"No. No problems. Just about lot on my mind, is all. Like I said, ask me in five minutes when someone else trots on my foot about and this happens all over again. He probably won't be as nice as you, mate." 

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bellctrixes

“Unlikely. I’m a fucking delight.” The facetious response belied the still-building frustration beneath the surface, but every inch of irritation vanished at the sound of his name. The Dark Lord. Unity. Praise. Careful not to let her cards show, Bellatrix snapped, “You owe me, Carrow. Oh, how I’m going to enjoy holding this over your head. That alone might make this whole thing worth my while.”

Amycus smirked, lip curling at her. Even with her response he could tell his begging was working. He didn't grovel, and never to Bellatrix, but he needed this to work. He would rather give her glory than see Alecto hurt. 

He barely held back a growl, but dipped his head in acknowledgments. "I expect nothing less from you."

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Hello all! Sorry I’ve been a tad distant this past week and a half. My semester just started and work has kicked up with an increase in the semester, so I’ve had a lot to juggle. This is still my adjustment period so it takes me a little bit. BUT, that said, I love it here too much to go away. Just expect replies more at night and on the weekends, as I barely get breaks in between classes to do them. I want to have the res of Amy knocked out on Friday and over the weekend. 

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bartythegrouch

“Obviously you weren’t looking very hard.” Barty replied with an eye roll. “What do you want, then?” He finally looked up from the book, but only after memorizing the page number. Amycus wasn’t worth losing his place over. He highly doubted that he was just there to see how Barty was doing. There had to be more to it than that.

Amycus chuckled at the younger man. “No, I suppose they weren’t. Seem to think you need to be left alone.” His smirk dropped from his face quickly after he said the words and he cleared his throat, a sudden uncertainty flaring up. “I-With everythin’ that’s gone on they wanted to be sure you were alright.” The words sounded flat, even to him, and he dropped his gaze, a hand at the back of his neck. 

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Antonin Dolohov: So, how do you two know each other?

Alecto Carrow: Oh, he once spent nine months with my legs wrapped around his head.

Antonin Dolohov: Excuse me?

Amycus Carrow: She's my twin sister. She thinks she's funny, but frankly, I've never been able to see it.

Alecto Carrow: That's because you have no measurable sense of humor, Amy.

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“Do you have a problem?” Barty asked, not looking up completely from the book on time-turners. He had used one for several years, but there was still loads left to learn about them and that complicated branch of magic. The other person had been staring at him in a rather distracting way. It was hard to focus on something so difficult while someone stared at him.

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Amycus snorted at the younger man from where he’d been leaning in the doorway. He’d found the kid stuck with his nose in a book, as usual. For once he hadn’t wanted to disturb him but, as always, Barty knew when someone was there. Though the little bugger didn’t have to be so rude about it. 

“Just wanted to see how you-well, s’not important. No one could find ye. Didn’t think to look here.” The boy seemed tense and as he continued to watch him, Amycus felt his brow furrow. He didn’t like it. 

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edgrbones

“Do you have a problem?” Edgar asked, raising his eyebrows slightly. He held his ground, mentally preparing for if he’d need to pull his wand on him.

Amycus snapped out of it at the other man's voice, and his eyes flickered to his wand hand momentarily, a stiffness settling into his bones. He affixed a smirk to his face but he didn't feel it. His tongue was heavy in his mouth, not wanting to form words. 

"I-Uh. No. Not at the moment. Ask me again in five, would you?" The words still sounded false, fake, and his uneasiness only made them harder to believe. Amycus didn't know what was happening, but he sure as hell wished he'd never left the house.