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wild boy with sharp teeth and soft heart. his unwholesome thirst will swallow him whole.

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@rvsiers

❝you’ve got a knife? i’ve got a spoon.❞ amycus glanced at evan over his cauldron, perpetually bored in potions. “we should just stab the professor in the eyes and get this lesson over with.”

[arahellawood-blog1]

“As fitting as it would be for me to be closer to the flaming ball of rage that is the centre of the earth, no. but being a few inches closer to the ground would’ve put me in the perfect height to ram my knee between your thighs, so maybe you should consider yourself lucky. Perhaps it’s just that your stupity has grown, so everything else seems smaller?”

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“pity. wouldn’t it be lovely to send you to the centre of the earth - out of sight and out of mind. and such base behaviour you talk of... though i don’t know why i expected anything different from the likes of you.”

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@arithmvncy

❝what happened last night?❞ amycus asked, turning to look at his fellow slytherin. “you look tired, septima. stayed up too late watching the stars?” ( though ironically he was the one lying on the couch with dark circles beneath his eyes. )

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a scowl on his face appears at amycus’ admission as he’s been droning on and on about his new potion notes—considerable breakthroughs in the skin clarity salve that he was doing as a little side project. cosmetic uses for the wizard on the go! and he has the gall to look disinterested, which would hurt if he didn’t offer a drink. “rude fucker. you’re such a delight to talk to,” he replied, relaxing into the couch, “please give me a brew and i might rethink feeling hurt.”

"rude fucker? tell me something i don't know, walker." nevertheless he poured the other a drink, paying no heed to the insult. "here— " he pushed the glass towards danny. "not that i care if your feelings are hurt or not. let's just make that clear. i saved this for alecto, but seeing she's not here..." amycus downed his drink in one go, chasing solace in amber liquid. "besides, one more word about potions and my head would explode."

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72.

❝Have you shrunk?❞ he asked the hufflepuff captain. his tone was almost unkind; a half insult - blurting out the first thing in his mind. “i swear you were taller last year. maybe one of those bludgers hit you over the head and sent you a few inches closer to the ground.” 

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193. 

❝Look at me, I’m not even listening to a word you’re saying.❞ amycus says, the scowl in his words half hearted as he was listening to danny talk about the notes on his new brew. he gave the common room a quick sweep, and his stance relaxed as he found it empty besides them. the glint in his eyes softened. “now are you going to keep rambling or sit down and have a drink?” 

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his unspoken words sparkled in ebony orbs – screaming at her in silence. she can hear it ; the desperation. she understands it ; the suffocation. 

“it seems like you are running from something dear brother.” her voice stern as the chilly wind propelled her forward. dark hair danced with the breeze, yet her eyes remained on him. she, she was night’s child – dark features matched with darkness – born to live in the shadows of monsters. but he, he was day’s child – he shone in brightness – excelled well in softness. 

they were opposites, but they cannot live without the other. two souls morphed as one under an unloving roof. 

so soft fingers would brush lightly against his, hoping to bring him a little comfort. “cinnamon.” annoyance laced her voice. “you know i cannot stand the smell of cinnamon & that is all i smell in that bloody castle.”

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her fingers brushed against his — sweet comfort singing in his mind. his hand grasped hers for a second ( we know the night ) before letting go. 

“well there’s nowhere to hide, al. it’s pointless.” aren’t we all running from something? just some things more tangible than others. 

he wanted to laugh at the annoyance in her voice ( he knew the sound all too well ). the cold wind howled again, and amycus wrapped his own scarf around her neck. “this probably smells of cinnamon too.” green & silver, fitting for a viper like her. “but luckily for you i have pumpkin scented candles back at the dorm. surely that is more preferable to smelling cinnamon.” 

[sephiisms]

“half right, half wrong. a good try, though.” she flashes a coy smile, turning towards amycus. she has no shame to show for what she’d just done. “with diamonds and pearls, he might actually stand a chance.” one where he can call her his for barely more than a week—what a shame her attention is never captured for long.

“but sapphires are much prettier, don’t you agree?” her voice is lilting, laced with a playful tone. everything is a game to her, everything is just for fun. being serious is far too boring.

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“might? that’s an awfully uncertain word.” he shot back with a grin, catching a glimpse of her coy smile. the poor bloke had no chance whatsoever. 

“prettier than diamonds, yes, but there are better things don’t you think?” he set down the book in his hands, turning to face her. “the world on a silver platter is much more appealing.” 

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Drown me in October winds, in blowing leaves that turn the color of fire.

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AUTUMN lingeredin the crisp air ; the scent of fallen leaves & icy winds denote OCTOBER.

where hollow’seve will soon become the wicked’s playground & children all around theworld pay tribute to howling monsters. pumpkin spices mixed with distasteful cinnamon, alecto absolutely hated the scent that engulfed the school during this month. it lingered in her nostrils as she sleep, and she tasted it in her mouth as she awoke. so she fled & fled & fled until all she can smell is the ice in the air & grass beneath her feet. 

october wind blew – october wind blew her brother’s scent into her path. october dawn led her brother straight to her. “the night is my beloved. it beckons me. and you? starting your day under moonlight? or were you awaiting the birds’ songs?”

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the sight of her was peace & revolution all in one. 

he took a bite of the apple in his hands. “neither,” he replied, throwing a glance her way. she wore darkness well, shadows draping across her as if the cold didn’t dare touch her. “i came out for a run. couldn’t sleep,” he murmured. whatever warmth he had from his run ( or aptly a midnight run ) had long fled. he had been out here far longer than he realised. 

a few more bites of the apple and amycus threw it at the lake. sure enough the giant squid reached out one giant tentacle to catch it. the hint of a smile played on his lips, disappearing as quick as it came, and he turned to face his twin once more. it’s suffocating in there, his eyes said. i wish we were home he almost said, despite those cold halls & icy glances from their father. 

“i thought you might come out here. the smell of cinnamon in there is overwhelming.”

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@alextoxarrow​

the october wind blew, disturbing the lake’s surface with silver ripples. it was dark, morning light still lazing behind thick clouds. amycus stood tossing an apple in his hand ( up & down ), fingers numb with cold, mind aflame with thoughts.

he thought himself alone, that was until the telltale sound of footsteps ( he could tell her apart in a crowd of thousands ). 

“rising before the sun, sister? even the birds have not started their songs yet.” 

[sephiisms]

a brunet thrusts flowers and chocolate towards her, and persephone accepts them with a graceful smile and a rose pink flush to her cheeks. “oh, thank you! you really shouldn’t have.” she lets out an airy giggle, holding the gifts to her chest while the boy bids his goodbyes and hurries off. yet soon as he’s out of sight, her lips curl into a sneer—there’s no mistaking the contempt in her voice.

“how cheap.”

and the flowers are promptly tossed in the rubbish bin.

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commotion next to him — amycus’ gaze trails the boy who held a bouquet of flowers in his hands. how sweet. yet the smile on her lips turns so easily into a sneer; the change like day to dark night.

“that boy can hardly afford the likes of diamond earrings, nott.” amusement filled his words. “though i doubt he'd do better with diamonds & pearls in his hands for you.”

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