out of joy is sorrow born

AMYCUS CARROW slytherin | future death eater |seventh year | controlling bastard | eternally irrational | dastardly intent | darker desires "But as in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of today, or the agonies which are have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been." ~Edgar Allan Poe

[carrow--amycus]

Carrow Estate || Alecto & Amycus

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-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.

[carrow--amycus]

-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.-

[carrow--amycus]

Carrow Estate || Alecto & Amycus

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-As though two halves of one whole, she finds completion in the proximity of her brother. Brushing a tender kiss to his cheek, she drops her head to rest against his shoulder, relying upon the pillar of his support to lift her from the darkness of her cognitions. Dark and all-consuming, it is the necessary light, even from one so stoic, to relieve her depressed spirits.- That’s good to hear. -She says simply, tone brimming in innocence and childish naivety. Seventeen years old, and still entirely dependent upon her male counterparts for her happiness, she laces her fingers with his, shutting her eyes and willing the fear to depart from her soul.- … I suppose you have valid reason to be. Father confused me with Mother— seemed to think that I was her and treated me as such. I … understand his mind is decrepit with the influence of inebriation. But it still … I … it … -Unable to form the words to describe her boding unease, simply moves in closer, wanting the warmth of his form to evoke some of the chill of her fears. Glancing up at him finally, her brow furrows upon seeing the lovely, rare smile fade to his usual stoicism. Shaking her head, Alecto traces a finger under his jaw, as though trying to coax a small reaction.-  Amycus. Smile. Please?

[carrow--amycus]

-his fingers slowly brushing through her hair as the heat of her cheek presses against his shoulder, a flare of irritation and actually justified anger sears across his chest, his grip around her tightening unconsciously at her confession, expression darkening slightly as he can almost feel the slight tremor of fear that manifests in her halted explanation.- ... He touched you? -there is almost an alarming, feral snarl to his question, despite his attempts to remain calm and cool for her, the thought that he cannot save her from even the demons that reside in their very home disturbs him. His protective, almost possessive tendencies shining through in a moment of weakened anger that not even her presence or touch can alleviate in their intensity. His back teeth grind over each other, the muscles in his jaw twitching before he takes a deep breath and the uncomfortable tightness of his grip releases. But most prevalent of all, is the pool of guilt seeded in his chest that whirls and shifts with the knowledge that he was not there when she needed him. Her touch along his jaw sends a heated trail of pleasure over his skin that radiates over his entire frame, banishing the lingering quivers of fury and irrational feeling of unwarranted ownership. He meets her eye before forcing a smile to twist the corner of his lips into a false, but somewhat convincing smile to give her as she pleases, although more of his attention is being focused into not reacting in an unnatural way to her naive coaxing.-

[carrow--amycus]

Carrow Estate || Alecto & Amycus

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-The intrinsic horrors of the Carrow Manor do nothing to allay the hesitations grown in the younger Carrow offspring; A mandatory return to the estate for Christmas holidays left her with a heaviness in her heart, unwilling to face the ghosts lingering in old halls. Stuck with her Father’s ire for some time, it is with a gratitude she escapes his pestilential presence, the talk of marriage to one Evan Rosier weighing heavily on her mind. Forgetting the tyranny of the old man, she seeks her way through the increasingly empty manor, seeking the comfort of the singular person able to do so. Lips curl into a gentle smile as she slowly spies him from behind, soft footfalls bringing her closer to his soothing presence.- I always find you, my Amycus. -Her hand gently tucked into his own, she takes a seat on the sofa, form curling close into his, the weight of all previous discontent alleviated with a simple touch.- Are you well?

[carrow--amycus]

Especially, it seems, when I am most in need of you. -their forms fitting together nearly perfectly, two frames made whole with increased intimacy, he is genuinely placated and soothed by her nearness, even when he hadn't realized the tension lying between his shoulder blades. He presses close as she does, fingers absently running over the back of her hand as he takes another drink from his glass.- I'm fine, sister... -he adjusts to accommodate her naturally, as if knowing the curled position she would take. His eyes open more fully, no longer on the verge of sleep now that she's found him.- I am more worried for you. -he admits, voice low as he glances at her out of the corner of his eye, smile fading slightly as he studies her. Knowing her experiences in this house are far worse than his own. His concern is plain before his expression once again fades into stoic complacency, providing her with a rock solid front and usual air of concrete protection , should she feel the need to confide in him or simply ask for a place to feel safe- 

[carrow--amycus]

Carrow Estate || Alecto & Amycus

-seated on a lavish couch within one of the many bedrooms of the Carrow estate, Amycus imagines there are few that could find him within the maze of rooms and for the moment he is relaxed, his feet crossed and lounging across the couch's thick cushions and drinking from a glass of firewhiskey. His eyes shut briefly, his brief respite from the house nearly sending him into a deep sleep, but after only a few moments, his peace is disturbed, an uncomfortable feeling over his shoulder alerting him to the presence of someone else. His eyes slit open and the frown disappears from his lips, warping into a soft smile when he realizes the unwelcome presence is his sister and instantly he is no longer irritated.- Alecto. You found me? -he says softly in greeting, his hand reaching out for her's unconsciously as though to pull her to sit beside him-

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[carrow--amycus]

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Well I rose and I rose and I paid less time To your callous mind and I wished you well As you cut me down You cut me down

[barrel--rider]

Sebastian Stan in The Apparition [Part 4]

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-She leans into his form, lithe frame fitting neatly into his larger bearing, as though his ridges were carved just so for her. A hand rests on his thigh— casually enough to be devoid of any sensual meaning. As his fingers brush against her cheeks, she glances up at him, expression reminiscent of innocence.- Out and about the Lake. Evan was so kind as to take me for a walk, though it grew too cold.

[carrow--amycus]

Hmm. -The muffled sound of annoyance slips before he can stop it and his muscles stiffen and tense against her side, his nerves thrumming with irritation and a sudden urge to shift away. His irrational anger stems from his immediate response to the name of his sister's fiance, not to mention that he would he even have an inkling of jealousy to cause him any sort of reaction at all. Indifference would have been a more preferable response, but in Alecto's case, his emotions lay bare at the surface, more perceptible to taking over before his logic can. Instantly, he is in a state of barely concealed frustration with himself and her, when they've hardly said three words to each other.- 

[barrel--rider]

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