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christmas 1979 ➔ sugar plum gala
“This is rather pleasant, isn’t it? Festive.”
ignisferre:
I’m always right, jellybean, when will you accept that?
“I believe you know the answer to that.”
being bisexual isn’t being “half straight, half gay”. You gotta leave room for the depression
“Yes, alright. You were right and I was wrong. This is a one time occurrence, nothing more. Let it go.”
“The defenders of decent society and the disciples of degeneracy are often the same people.”
— Caleb Carr, The Alienist.
― death doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep living anyway we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes and if there’s a reason i’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died i’m willing to wait for it
lunabellatora:
“But I’m having so much fun pissing you off!”
“You’re going to have just so much more fun with her. I’m sure of that.”
floreo-flora:
Really, they’re prepared for this. It’s always been a possibility, especially with her family’s and the Burke’s political leanings, but Flora had never really expected something like this. The whole point of raids is to catch people off-guard, she knows this too. But knowing it and experiencing it are two incredibly different things. Flora was prepared. She wasn’t ready.
It’s all a flurry of activity as strangers come tearing through the shop and her loft. Wrapped in her robes and looking lost and confused in the corner, there’s really nothing she can do except stand there helplessly as the Aurors swarm around the shop. She’s got nothing to hide. Not here; she’s not stupid enough to leave anything incriminating in the shop.
Her ears are ringing painfully, and she wants nothing more than to just curl up and wait for all of this to be over, but she can’t. She refuses. This is her shop, her home, and she can’t leave. Even if she wanted to, where would she go? They’re searching her loft too.
One of the Aurors is demanding something of her, but she doesn’t know what. She can barely keep track of anything anymore, it’s all just a mess and a blur around here. “Again, my interpreter isn’t here,” she snaps. “Maybe if you would let me turn on some lights instead of tearing through my home in the dead of night, and get your goons to stop smashing through my livelihood, I could help you out. My father won’t stand for this.”
Arriving at Flora’s shop, the last thing he expects to see is the door wide open and shards of glass littering the steps leading up to it, a book lay open atop of them, the spine upward. He can hear the commotion inside. Things clattering and crashing and harsh commands being spit. It’s then that he realizes who the people tearing the shop apart are. Aurors. Antonin’s jaw clenches.
In a flash, he disapparates and reappears in of the backrooms of the building, so not to be detected right away. Carefully, he makes his way to the front. The noises get louder and angrier the closer he gets and it makes him feel uneasy. He hadn’t heard Flora yet. With the way they are treating hers and her family’s belongings she should have said something by now. The fact that she hasn’t worries him to no end. Had they done something to her? Hurt her?
At the thought of seeing her harmed makes his heart beat faster than it has in a long time and the closer he gets to Aurors, the faster it gets. And then, he hears her. He pushes out a sigh of relief and moves forward in the shadows until he’s so close to the doorway he can peek through and see inside. Immediately, he sees Flora in the corner, obviously furious but also confused. He wishes he could step out and give the men a piece of his mind but Antonin knows it’s not the right moment and would only cause more of a mess than there already is.
He’ll wait for the right moment. Until then, he wants to give Flora a sign that he’s here and she’s not alone. His eyes flit over his surroundings for a second until he sees the bookshelf right next to the door. He needs her to look his way and with the Aurors being far too occupied with looking for what they’re looking for, they won’t be noticing this. He takes out his wand and with a flick of his wrist, two books crash to the floor.
pyrabmaniac:
“ No promises, ” The man teases through a toothy smile. “ I think the first and most important step is for us to get a drink. That should warm us up and get some more ideas flowing, ” Rabastan chuckles as he stares out into the downpour coming down all around them. “ Dammit, I hate the bloody rain. It is so… anti-climatic. What can we do? ”
Antonin rolls his eyes. He’s not annoyed, he never truly is with Rabastan. It’s rather mild irritation mixed with well-concealed excitement. He nods towards the cabinet in the corner of his sparsely decorated room. “Go ahead. Help yourself. You can hand me whatever you like.” He nods in agreement. “Wait until it’s over?” He shrugs. “Or cast a spell to make it a little more... exciting.”
bellealina:
“Thank you.” She smiles at him, clearly pleased at the compliments. Alina gives a little laugh. “What on earth will my mother say?” she says archly, but only smiles at him. “Yes, of course.”
“She need never know,” he responds, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Perfect.” He offers his arm for her to link hers with his. “Shall we?”
bellealina:
Alina laughs dryly. “Perhaps you should come get a drink with me,” she says. “That should be safe enough for you, I think.”
“If you’re paying,” he says, giving her a lopsided grin.
lunabellatora:
She glances back at the woman. “Not especially well, but yeah,” she says. “Why?”
Antonin nods slowly. “Good. Go ahead and annoy her.”
floreo-flora:
[ she grins ] Do you keep some special for me? [ it’s teasing, but she thinks she knows the answer. she removes her shoes and takes them off, leaving them by the door before bouncing after him into the kitchen. she hops up onto the counter and sits there, feet swinging ] Alright, I’ve made myself at home.
“I believe you know that the answer is yes, Дорогая моя.” He grins at her when she makes herself comfortable on the counter. “Won’t you look at that, you fit right in.” He finishes the hot chocolate with a flick of his wand to make the liquid in the cup just the right heat. He takes the mug and offers it to her. “Here you go.”
c l o s e d | f. & a.
floreo-flora:
She squints, struggling to understand him but leaning in closer so they’re practically bumping foreheads. “It’s okay,” she says quietly. “Take as long as you need.” She moves her thumb in little circles against the back of his hand. She understands, perhaps more than she can express. She has similar dreams about her own mother, about seeing her die. They haunt her, even when she’s awake. It’s not the same as Antonin’s dreams, but it’s enough that she can understand how much such dreams would bother and upset him.
“And you can’t stop it,” she guesses. “No matter how hard you try.”
A lump forms in his throat, threatening to choke him right the second. Images flash behind his closed eyes, red dripping from the glimmering edge of a blade, a sea of blood at Antonin’s naked feet, snowflakes drifting in through the open window and moonlight dancing over the hardwood floor, highlighting his mothers empty, open eyes. His eyes snap open and he looks down at their intertwined fingers, at Flora’s thumb moving in circles over the back of his hand.
“I see her die. Every single time. And every single time I find her, I run. I don’t kill the bastard that knifed her down, I don’t try to save her, I run. Just like I did. Like a coward.”
pandoracrxss:
“Oh, well – thank you, but I was actually just going to ask if you could hand me that button? It fell off my blouse.”
Antonin cocks a brow. “Now, how did you manage that?” He leans down to pick it up and holds it out for her to take.
apisremus:
Am I not allowed to look in this direction? You don’t own the entire left side of the room, last time I checked.
“Well, I’m the only one here so pardon me for assuming you were looking my way.”