Carrow Estate || Alecto & Amycus
-The changing tenseness in fraternal form does not go unnoticed by Alecto, so well-versed in her brother’s physiology as to be able to pick up on the more subtle changes in mood. Her brow furrows in a somber guilt, unhappy with herself for having given him cause to be so ridden with stress, as she very slowly looks up at him, finger still brushing soothingly along his jawline. With a delicate shushing, barely surpassing the volume of a whisper, Alecto pressed a subtle kiss to his jaw, wanting him to calm so that she too may relax in the peace of the moment. A lie follows, not to protect her Father but to preserve her Brother’s peace of mind.- He did not touch me. Marius only mistook me for our Mother and shouted hateful, spiteful lies as are liable to roll from wine soaked mind. His words cannot wound me so deeply as you might think— I have you to protect me, my Amycus. -Searching for the smile she asked for, it is with some disappointment that he cannot deliver a genuine one, though the effort is appreciated all the same. With a soft hum of amusement, she rewards the gesture by brushing her lips daintily across the curve of falsified smile, wanting to usher any real warmth that she is able to, before dropping her head back to rest on his shoulder.- I miss your real smiles. Do not let your mind be fettered with matters beyond our control; we are here and we are now, away from prying eyes. Let us enjoy this while we may.
-He sets his glass aside, not meeting her eye as she finishes speaking, applying all his willpower to listen and do as she asks. When he turns back towards her, his smile is softer, although a hint of discontent remains. His hand hovers above the curve of her waist before he hesitantly trails his fingers up her side, his eyes meet her's and he slowly reaches for her cheek. Thumb trailing over the arch of her cheekbone, his touch is gentle and hesitant, as though he's handling a breakable doll.- I'm sorry. I can't be happy when you are not. As long as there's even a chance- -he pauses, his words catching in his throat before he leans toward her and kisses the corner of her mouth. Dwelling on the matter won't ease either of them. And as she's said, there's nothing he can do anyway. A fact that fills him with a burning hatred for the cause of her grief, and her reminder does nothing for calming him as he imagines she'd meant it to. His hand moves to her throat, his thumb sliding down the line of her trachea as he speaks- I wish it would stay that way always... Don't say it like that. "While we may." .... I don't need reminders our time is short. -he says weakly, not nearly as commanding and admonishing as he'd intended. His expression falls significantly before he looks away and relaxes into the cushions of the couch, his hand moving from its possessive position over her neck to the grasp her hand again, fingers toying and entangling themselves with her's.-









