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Antonin Dolohov Twenty-four Owner of the White Wyvren roleplay blog

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verityflint​:

“Run?” she questioned, surprised. “Well if you’re going to give it to Josette it can’t be far away,” she warned him, not wanting her not close by. “Yeah, we went a few years ago,” she nodded.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t want to send her away,” he replied with a laugh. “Though perhaps somewhere more prominent in London. It’d give her a reason to move out of our parents’ home if she had a business to run,” he reasoned. “Maybe it’d be easier to tell me places you haven’t been. Unless you don’t mind making a repeat trip.”

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verityflint​:

“For the bar?” she asked, leaning on the back of her chair with one elbow. “Nope, I have no ideas yet,” she answered, shaking her head.

Antonin nodded. “Business is doing well, so it seems like as good a time as any to capitalise on it and build another location. Perhaps somewhere bigger, or somewhere Josette could run if she wanted when she’s finished with school.” He pursed his lips in thought. “Have you ever been to Majorca?”

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thorrowle​:

“Oh no yeah, I’m listening,” he replied, definitely having not been listening a few seconds prior.

"Then what did I just say?”

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itsrabastan​:

Rabastan laughed, glancing away. “Bloody hell, warn a man if you’re planning on taking off your top.”

“Some people would pay a lot of good money to see this and you’re taking it for granted,” Antonin joked in reply, tossing the stained shirt and slipping a new one over his head. “I could say warn a man before you walk in on him changing.”

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siennarowle​:

“What is this for?”

“You’ve never seen a pasta machine before?” Antonin asked with an amused look. “You use it when you’re making pasta from scratch. It helps cut your pasta evenly into different shapes.”

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verityflint​:

“You know some of us are trying to work here,” Verity drawled, turning around in her chair, serious for a second before smiling. “Kidding, I’m trying to book a holiday and I can’t decide where to go. But you are distracting me, what are you doing?”

“Sorting out plans for a potential expansion,” Antonin replied, turning to look at Verity with a smile. “Do you have options for your destination or a general idea of what you’d like? Maybe I can help.”

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emmelinexxvance​:

“True,” she nodded with a light laugh, “I’m still surprised, I don’t think I could tell you what half of the stuff in that box is for.”

“Thank you.”

“It took some research, honestly, but they have classes for those sort of things when you want to open up an establishment,” he explained. “Now that we’ve got that sorted, do you know what you’d like? Again, it’s on the house, so don’t hold back.”

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emmelinexxvance​:

“I could never do such a thing to Josette,” she laughed lightly, raising a brow in surprise at the muggle first aid kit. “You have muggle medical supplies?” she asked. “That’s unexpected.”

“Since we’re not hidden from them, I figure it’s better to have this on hand in case a muggle gets hurt while here. Can’t exactly use magic on them, right?” He chuckled some, carefully cleaning off her wound before pulling out his wand to mend it. “There. Good as new.”

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emmelinexxvance​:

“I suppose that they must,” she replied with a roll of her eyes, nodding and following him towards his office. “You’re really too kind.”

He held the door open for her, making sure he closed it to give them both some privacy once she was inside. “Either that or you could consider it a completely selfish act, not wanting you to write terrible reviews about my tavern,” he remarked with a playful smirk, pulling out his wand and summoning the first aid kit he kept on hand in case muggles stumbled in. He pulled from it the antiseptic and some gauze to clean off her hand. “This may sting a little.”

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regulusxblack​:

“No, don’t-” Regulus started but was cut off by another yell, the newer curse causing much more pain than the previous one. Regulus could feel blood beginning to soak through his robes. “The Dark Lord knows I am loyal to him. That does not mean that the same goes to you.”

"You can’t presume to know the first thing about how the Dark Lord thinks about you. When he looks to those most loyal to him, your name never passes his lips.” Antonin sniffed the air and smirked as he smelled the metallic scent of the blood. “Well, it would seem I’ve gotten a bit too carried away then, hmm?” Slipping his wand away into his robes, he eyed the younger man once more. “This isn’t over, Regulus. I will find you out, one way or another.” With one last sneer, Antonin disapparated, leaving Regulus still tied to the chair.

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emmelinexxvance​:

“No, really, it’s fine,” she muttered, begrudgingly handing over her bloody hand.

“I think our definitions of fine vary quite differently,” he replied, looking over the cut the broken glass had made to her hand. “I’m really sorry about this. If you come with me to my office, I can get this cleaned up for you. And anything you get tonight will be on me.”

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regulusxblack​:

“Make it stop,” he gasped, fighting to escape the binds. As soon as Antonin was close enough, Regulus couldn’t help but spit in his direction. “You’re going to fucking regret this, Dolohov.”

Some of the spit made contact with Antonin’s cheek and the grin immediately fell from his face as he reached up to wipe it away. “Oh, you shouldn’t have done that...” He pulled away again and shot another curse Regulus’s way, hoping to add more to the pain without killing him. The last thing he wanted to do was to have people snooping around. “Pledge your loyalty, here and now, to the Dark Lord and I’ll consider it.”

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regulusxblack​:

“If you want someone to practice on, you can find a muggle,” Regulus snapped, becoming a bit more desperate to try and escape the chair. However there was no point in trying, and before he knew it a burst of flame hit his chest and Reg let out a cry of pain.

The wicked glee on Antonin’s face as Regulus cried out was unrelenting, a matching laugh falling past his lips. “Oh, that’s the sound I love to hear,” he said as his laughter subsided, moving closer to examine his work. He made a small noise to himself. “No visible sign, that’s good... How are you feeling, Regulus? Do your insides burn?”

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regulusxblack​:

“I don’t recall you ever being someone that I needed to prove myself to,” he sneered although he was beginning to grow more nervous as Antonin spoke. Regulus tugged at the binds, grimacing as they did not budge. “Let me go, Dolohov.”

“No, I don’t think I will.” A smirk played across the man’s lips and he lifted his wand, arm brought across his chest at the ready. “I told you before we started, I’m somewhat of an expert at torture, remember?” Slashing his arm across his chest, a purple flame emitted from the end of his wand and soared directly towards Regulus, a wicked grin spread across his face as he watched them collide.

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regulusxblack​:

“I’d lower your wand if I were you, Dolohov,” Regulus started, keeping his face expressionless as he stared at Antonin. “I’ve answered your questions, haven’t I? I hardly see a need for you to be jumping to false conclusions.”

“Oh, I’m aware, but you see...” Antonin trailed off, dragging the tip of his wand down until it hovered over Regulus’s chest. “I’m still not satisfied. A mark on your arm doesn’t mean you’re truly loyal to the cause. It’s what you’re willing to do to prove it that counts. And you know me, I’m a bit of an overachiever.” Standing, he made his way across the room and turned to face him. “I’ve been working on a little something, so I thought I’d give you the honour of being the first to test it while I’ve got you here. How’s that sound?”

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regulusxblack​:

“No,” Regulus replied honestly, “She’s not a particularly great liar when it comes to people that frighten her. She wouldn’t be able to deal with most social events if I offhandedly mentioned names.”

“One can never be too careful. Slip of the tongue could get you in a lot of trouble.” Antonin eyed Regulus quietly for a few moments. “Which is why we’re in this situation at all. Word’s gotten out about a particular name in our ranks and considering so few people knew about it... That narrows our search down quite a bit.” Bringing his wand up to press against Regulus’s throat, a cold smile came to Antonin’s face. “You being one of them.”

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regulusxblack​:

“That I’m involved, but not what that entails,” he replied with a shrug, glaring as Antonin brought up his children. “Hence why I said my family’s best interests and not what they might want from me,” he replied flatly, “She only knows that I deal with Christopher because of seeing it at school.”

"Christopher,” he repeated softly, watching Regulus’s face. There were no indications of him holding anything back, but Antonin would be lying if he said he believed Regulus was being completely up front with him. “And no one else’s name has ever come up in conversation? Even offhandedly?”