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dantezabini:

“Most things I do piss him off,” Dante replied, rolling his eyes again. Truthfully, Dante did a lot of the things he did mainly to annoy his father. He thought it was only fair considering everything Dorian had done to him over the years, plus he found it amusing to see how far he could push him.

“Oh yeah I did, a couple of years ago. I want to get more but I haven’t decided what to get yet,” he said, pulling off his shirt. He turned his back to her, using his left had to point at the stag tattoo on his right shoulder. “My patronus is a stag,” he explained, turning his head slightly to glance at her over his shoulder. “What do you think?”

Eris grinned with a small chuckle. “I’m very proud.” she teased. It was true in any case. If he was getting upset over long hair and a tattoo she had no sympathy for him. Their father deserved a lot worse.

“We should get one together.” Eris suggested. She watched as he raised his shirt over his head, her eyes straying down to his chest for a few seconds longer than she should have. She looked at the tattoo of the stag, her hand reaching up to trace it slightly. “It’s beautiful. I love it.” she said, smiling at him.

dantezabini:

“Good,” he said with an approving nod and a quick grin. In Dante’s opinion, anything that annoyed their parents was a good idea, even the little things.

Dante rolled his eyes but let her teasing slide, more interested in hearing about what she had been up to recently than teasing her back. “Mm, definitely a good decision,” he agreed when she spoke about joining the ballet troupe. While he enjoyed hearing about everything she had done over the years he couldn’t help but feel both sad and annoyed that he had missed it all, through no fault of his own.

He laughed at her dating tales, smiling fondly at his sister. “Wise move.” He shrugged slightly when he asked about his life. “Not a lot of any interest. I didn’t have any sightseeing to do or ballet troupes to join,” he said with a small smile. “It’s been.. fine. Hogwarts was just the same as you remember it. Dad’s just the same as you remember him, I’m taller than him now though. I think that annoys him even more than my tattoo. He’s been pushing me to marry, other stuff too but I just avoid him as much as possible which makes it hard for him to tell me to do anything. And he works way more since you two left so he’s rarely home anyway. It’s not so bad,” he finished with a shrug, quite sure this was the most he had talked in one go in a long time.

Eris listened attentively as he talked. He could have been talking about the weather and she would have been engaged. It was almost strange how much she’d missed simply talking to him. She was both angry and sad they had missed out on so much time together. She’d already made up her mind that she wouldn’t go back to Paris. The twins would figure something out. Maybe they could just live out in this treehouse.

Eris laughed about their dad. She hadn’t missed him at all. And anything that annoyed him was great “I bet that pissed him off. Wait a second, you got a tattoo?” she raised her eyebrows “Show me!” she said excitedly.

dantezabini:”

“You’re so small,” he replied with a small laugh, looking down at her with a smile. He had been taller than her when they last saw each but had missed his big growth spurt, even if her height hadn’t changed she now seemed so tiny to him. He couldn’t help his grin when she mentioned his hair, nodding slightly. “My hair pisses Dad off immensely, he comments on it as often as he can.”

“I know,” he said softly, “So did I. I can’t believe you’re here.” He looked down at her again, almost as though he couldn’t believe his eyes. He had spent everyday for five years wondering when he would see her again, it felt surreal that she was finally here. “Come in, tell me absolutely everything you’ve done over the years. Even if you said it in your letters, tell me again.” He pulled away, taking her hand instead as he lead her back into the treehouse and sat down on the floor.

Eris laughed with him. She hadn’t grown at all since she’d last seen him. “Of course he does.” she said of their dad. “I pissed Mum off a lot with my clothing choices.” It was their own way of silently rebelling against their parents.

She held his hand tightly, following him into the back of the treehouse and sat with him. “Absolutely everything? Like when I woke up, went to the bathroom..” she trailed off, teasing him. “Beauxbaxtons was interesting. Everyone there looks like they were sculpted from clay. But overall not too different from Hogwarts. Same cliques shit. I joined the Parisian ballet troupe. Half because I wanted to and half to get away from Mum. And it was obviously the best decision ever because it meant I could come here and see you.” She said, smiling warmly at him.

“Mum kept trying to set me up with suitors, and since I couldn’t outright refuse them I just made sure our “dates” went horrible enough that none of them wanted to marry me.” She grinned proudly. “I did a lot of sightseeing - again, partly because I wanted to and partly so I could get out of the house.” She sighed softly “What about you?

dantezabini

Dozens of questions raced through Dante’s head as he waited for his sister, each one worrying him more than the last. He refused to believe that things would be awkward between them not only because it would mean their parents had won, but also because it would break his heart. Even when she wasn’t by his side Eris was always what kept him going.

Dante was still drumming his fingers lightly on the wall when he heard his name being called out. And just like he had hoped, he still recognised her voice instantly. It had changed slightly but he still knew straight away that it was Eris. He pushed off the wall and took the few step to the door, pushing it open to wait for his twin. “Eris,” he replied once he spotted her, a grin spreading over his face and all worries forgotten.

He bent down and held out a hand to help her as she reached the top, taking every moment in carefully. He hugged her back tightly, his eyes shutting as he rested his head on top of hers. “Hey there, Rosa,” he murmured back, kissing the top of her head. His worries all seemed so stupid now. He didn’t feel in anyway awkward or unsure, he felt whole again. In just these few seconds Dante was already the happiest he had been since he saw her last. “Merlin, I’ve missed you,” he whispered gruffly.

Eris teared up slightly at the sound of her nickname. Dante was the only person in the world who called her Rosa. “I’ve missed you so much.” She murmured, holding him as if she was afraid to let go. All her anxieties melted away, and it felt as though a part of her soul had returned to her. Being apart from her twin had felt unnatural, and now it was like the world made sense again.

After a moment, she pulled away slightly, if only so that she could see his face. “You’re so tall” she said, laughing lightly “And your hair:” She moved her hand to run her fingers through a lock. There were so many things she wanted to say, she didn’t know where to begin. “I thought about you every day. I wasn’t allowed to talk about you but Mum couldn’t stop me thinking. Where you were.. what you were doing.. If you were safe...”

dantezabini:

When you’ve spent fifteen years with someone quite literally at your side almost every second of the day, it was quite a shock to suddenly have them taken away. When his parents had first told the twins that they were going to separate them Dante had assumed they would still see each other. If not often at least for special occasions— Christmas, their birthday, even pureblood events. But the years went by and the closest Dante had come to seeing his sister was a few pictures she had sent over the year. He never stopped asking to see Eris (despite the punishment it got) but he was never allowed.

The house he lived in had never really been a home but now it was even worse, now it was like a prison. So, Dante acted out and stayed at home as little as he could, avoiding his Father by any means necessary. And if he couldn’t avoid him, annoying him instead.

Now though, things were finally starting to look up. For the first time in years he was finally going to see his twin again. Dante got to the tree house much too early, refusing to be late in case she had to leave before he got there. He leaned against a wall in the treehouse, tapping his fingers by his side while he waited for her. For the first time in his life he felt almost nervous at the prospect of seeing Eris.

A nervous energy filled Eris as she walked to the treehouse. It had been so long, what if everything was different now? What if he didn’t show up? What if it was too weird? Her heart thudded in her chest as she approached the treehouse. At first, she thought she was the first to show up. But then she could see movement in the treehouse.

“Dante?” she called his name like a prayer on her lips. Anytime she’d said his name back when she was with her mother it had gotten her into trouble. To say it now was a joy and a relief. As she got closer she knew that it was him up there and not some random kid who’d taken over their treehouse in their absence.

Eris climbed up, her lips breaking out into a smile when she saw him. He was much taller than her, and his hair was a little longer. But it was him, and Eris could barely contain her joy. “Tay” she whispered, and without further warning embraced him tightly

It was 5 years ago that her mother and father had decided that Eris and Dante needed to be separated. They were, in her parents’ eyes, too close. It was toxic, unhealthy, disgusting. Eris still remembered all the words they’d used. So Eris would move with her mother, and Dante would stay with his father.

They moved to France, and Eris attended Beauxbaxtons for her final years of school. A country she loved became one she loathed. It didn’t matter what friends she made. She felt entirely alone. The few letter exchanges the twins were allowed became a small comfort, and they used their own little language so that Amira and Dorian wouldn’t catch on.

It was only when her mother fell ill, and Eris’ ballet troupe was to perform in London, that she found her chance. She slipped away after the show and found herself walking back to their old secret treehouse, where she’d told Dante she would meet him.

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