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There was something musky in the air, and Hestia loved that about the apothecary. Shelves upon shelves of discarded limbs and plants, and yet, she somehow felt like it wouldn’t have been complete without that hint of air that filled her lungs. She had been searching for some bezoars for her stock, and as soon as she saw them, she reached for the box. Someone else had the same intention too, and she felt a skin colder than she had ever felt touch against her own. She pulled her hand back instintively, before her eyes found the owner of the hand. Tall, a little brood, yet polite.

She looked at the guy for a few seconds before she reached out for the box. It always bothered her when someone said that, l a d i e s f i r s t. It made her feel like that was the only reason for the gesture, as if her being a naturally born woman was a legitimate reason for someone to show her kindess. Nevertheless, she spoke with her voice bearing no traces of emotion. “Thank you.”

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He could feel her gaze on him- albeit for a few seconds- and had to take a double take. “You’re welcome,” Antonin replied, reaching for a box soon after herr. Yet a thought continued to irk his mind- did he know her? The brunette was familiar yet he could not match a name to her face... Where had he— Unless he didn’t even— oh!

“Pardon me but... you don’t happen to work at St Mungo’s do you?” Just the other day he had visited the hospital { oh the woes of a sickly friend! }, and hadn’t he seen her while waiting in the lobby? It was a random, uncertain & wild guess, yes, but perhaps his memory had not failed him.

#c;hestia #mp;

Even the prettiest of roses had thorns- they had warn him. Even the prettiest could crown you with their velvet petals whilst digging their sharp thorns beneath your ribcage. And it was this thought Antonin was jolted out of, having pricked his thumb on the rose he plucked, watching drops of blood trickle down his skin. Yet he barely registered the pain, distracted by the approaching soft footsteps { oh his queen of hearts! }.

He turned, eyes meeting hers— a rose for a rose. “I had almost thought you wouldn’t be joining me today.”

#vh:starter #closed #c;alecto #mp;

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Despite the collision, figures continued to hustle and bustle through the masses of people that decorated the ministry. Papers, thrown into the air, now began to fall lightly to the ground; a few swept away as they got caught under the feet of ministry officials. Regaining her composure, Cassia’s poisonous glare somewhat lessened in its intensity as she noticed who she had bumped into. Cassia shook her head dismissively, “my apologies, I did not mean to be so rude.”

Mirroring his actions, she bent down and collected the remaining posters before placing them back onto the pile. Cassia watched Antonin carefully as a smile formed across his lips and, in turn, smiled also. “Just so,” Avery replied smugly, tracing a hand over the black imprints on parchment. “It will be interesting to see how such legislation unfolds, don’t you think?”

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” Cassia said with a smile. “Therefore, I must insist on an introduction.” Although she had heard of both Antonin and his family, Cassia simply wanted to avoid the slight to her pride that, while she may know of him, he would know nothing of her. It seemed as though feigning ignorance was the best option. “Cassia of house Avery, it’s a pleasure.”

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His gaze flickered to the thick stacks of parchment { oh the words bearing inevitable change! } before turning back to her. He read the smile on her lips and watched it curl across her pretty face { ah, did her loyalties lie where his did? }. “Indeed it will interesting, particularly when there are others who will call it controversial,” he replied in a similar smug fashion, mirth colouring his coded words. The mark on his arm seemed come alive at thoughts of suppressing public defiance { especially coming from those with such filthy blood! }, feeling it crawl under his skin, hungry for destruction & victory.

Avery— many times before he had heard of the pureblood family, but never had the pleasure of speaking to one of them until now. He found her company -albeit in such a short time- quite enjoyable in nature. Perhaps she would make a valuable ally... “The pleasure is all mine, Miss Avery,” he extended his hand in an amiable greeting. “The name’s Dolohov. Antonin Dolohov.”

#mp;#c;cassia #//super late & short #hope you don't mind bb!

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Amycus knew he was here for his sister, but still, to hear him actually verbalise it just made it all so real. Here he was, the man who would steal Alecto forever, just stood in front of him. There was nothing he could do.

Ah the Carrow manor gardens. His mother tended it as if the plants were her children. He’d never seen love in her eyes until her white dahlias had bloomed. She willed away her days pruning roses and caring for her garden. Amycus’ mother wouldn’t even let the house elves touch it. She complained their grimy little paws would tarnish her efforts. Even father had seemed impressed by her creation. Amcyus imagined it would impress the Dolohov’s. It truly was a magnificent place to be, even if it was the only fruits of her labour that she cared about…

Amycus stopped dead in his tracks, rounding on Antonin in a flash. He stepped forward, encroaching on the slightly taller man’s personal space. Amycus growled, the sound low and predatory. “I so much as suspect that you’ve hurt her and I will not hesitate to kill you. I would tear you apart.” Amycus reached forward, tracing a jagged line across Antonin’s throat. “I’d let you live long enough to understand the true meaning of suffering.” He added in a soft voice.

He scowled at the man, before stepping back. It would not do for his father to catch him threatening their guest, let alone the man betrothed to his sister. It probably wouldn’t be long before Alvar came looking for him anyway. Merlin knew he wasn’t to be trusted with his sisters fiancé.

“I’ll take you to her room.” Amycus stated, his tone cold and detached as he spun back around on his heel, marching down the corridor. He certainly did not want Antonin wandering aimlessly through his home.

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Antonin stiffened as the other stepped close, hearing the Carrow heir’s growl & thought it sounded almost animalistic in nature. But it was expected, really, the loaded threats Amycus had thrown at him. For it was plain to him that Amycus was a devoted brother protecting his sister { twins, no less }- and he would not fault Amycus in his defensive state. Still, those threats seemed set out like blood hounds, seeking for his moment of downfall, waiting for the slightest chance to attack.

Unbidden, his fingers curled into a first as the other drew a line across his throat. Inhale. Exhale. And repeat. Mistrust leaked into his breath like warning signs, and he could taste fury on his tongue. Yet he swallowed the mercury of his biting words as he glanced down at Amycus, for a petty argument would only legthen his time here, and by the gods he already had more than enough of this damned place.

“Kill me?” A stampede of thoughts- and he allowed himself the amusement of considering the possibility. Had the Carrow heir even thought of the consequences of such an impulsive action? “You are far too rash, Amycus. Though I am... touched by your devotion to your sister. She is fortunate to have you.” Would his twin be just like him— reckless, burning with anger & frost cold all at once?

A turn of the heel, and Antonin followed the other down the corridor. This betrothal seemed to have thrown the wolves with the wolves, creating a volatile mix of change & choice. It was ironic to him that such fracture and discord had formed within those fighting for the same cause. A few moments later his steps slowed, halting to a stop before a closed door. “Well,” he turned to Amycus, “I suppose this is her room then?”

#c;amycus #mp;#// oh these two #i swear they'll end up in a fist fight some day

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Antonin & Alecto

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& hollowed heart pounded slowly underneath cages – slow, slow, slow in the midst of masculine scent and husky voice. Politeness enhanced allurement – how dare his voice be so enticing? Even through the thick wooden doors, the sailor’s vocals appeased her. Just for a slight second. Just for a little bit ( such a silly girl with an easily swayed ice heart ) before realization snapped her to her nimble feet. His voice that had broken the silence & his scent that floated through the small cracks of the door – it was all an indication of his dreaded arrival. He is here. He is standing just outside the door. And suddenly, the air seemingly thickened and the royal blue dress that hugged her porcelain body felt tighter than before. No, no, darling siren was not nervous – she was furious.

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Furious that he is her B E T R O T H A L.

Furious that he is here to take her away from the only person that is able to keep her sane ( Oh where is darling Amycus now to keep her fire from sparking? )

But fury does nothing but curl her talons into her own ivory skin & anger marched her over to the door. A pause given, then a turn of the knob, and finally, the creaking of the wooden door as it swung on its hinges.

& there she stood –

A beauty queen emitting strength and coldness; a little darling doll with fading beauty and raven curls and vixen eyes – beautiful siren of the sea, but she is cold in nature and in the way she stared at the pirate. Engrave him in your memory : how the constellations in obsidian orbs sparkle underneath the flickering lights ( made by bewitching magic ). And he was marked ( doomed ) by the deadly siren for all eternity; for her song will be his nightmare lullaby & her image carved into his eyelids. Soon his vessel will be her wreckage, and she will feed on his beautified destruction. Ah, big bad pirate, be careful of the prickly thorns belonging to the English rose. It will poison your insides just to match the wrath that brimmed in her roots.

Soon, scarlet lips pulled into a dissatisfied line, only opening to utter out a single statement : “Perhaps, Mister Dolohov, you should consider not coming back at all.”

A pause —

A moment —

Akin to eternity as his heart rebelled against its confinement, thundering in his ears like a war drum.

A rustle of movement, the creaking of an opening door—— and finally, finally she stood before him. & oh! She was such a divine vision in blue, elegance lacing slender limbs. And those delicate features created a beauty that surpassed Helen’s. But it was a cold beauty - the kind that could leave his heart beating stray without a rhythm. The kind that hid an iron will & steel strength. Such features, if given the chance, could haunt him behind shut eyelids, haunt him in the crevice of sleepless nights & breaking mornings. But hark, foolish king, beware the siren song & the sun that burns too bright. You are not as fortunate as Ulysses who escaped the ethereal siren’s hold, tied to the mast in precaution. You are Icarus who flew too close to the sun, waxen wings marking you for destruction’s embrace. Beware! Beware!

He felt her gaze upon his skin- burning cold- and read the displeasure in the scarlet of her lips. And from those lips fell a defiant statement that should’ve discouraged mortals, but instead it dissapated his anger & spurred his interest { yet he was still half a breath and a whole world away }. “Perhaps, for it is a most appealing choice.” There was an undercurrent of amusement in his tone, as if there was a cosmic joke lurking in his vowels. “But I loathe to betray your father’s wishes.... And to depart without leaving you this.” Thus from his pockets he drew the velvet box, where a pair of earrings inlaid with sapphires & round brilliant diamonds rested inside. In France, Antonin had personally commissioned a jeweller for the piece. After all, his fiancée deserved the very best money & name could buy.

“A courtship gift, if you will, or rather a peace offering.” He offered it to her; a mere entrée to splendours & promises unspoken. “I do hope it is to your liking, Miss Carrow.”

#p;#c;alecto #// same here bb; it feels like ages since we last wrote :C #dw we can just leave the gifs out #html editing in this new format is v frustrating urgh

Rows upon rows of shelves— jars containing herbs, powders & parts of all sorts were stacked upon them. Antonin looked up in perusal, glancing over sacks of snake fangs & vials of salamander blood. His fingers brushed past the cold, glass jars and reached for a small box of bezoars. Yet the girl beside him had the same item in mind, and his hand bumped against hers in result.

He turned & faced the other— “Please, ladies first.”

#c;hestia #vh:starter #closed #location: the apothecary

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Antonin & Alecto

Picture this: Dark corridors lightened by hasty hands – heavy curtains pushed aside to showcase the grandness of cold home. Little elves ( in poor, poor rags ) ran around doing chores and tasks; gossiping and chirping. The house ( Victorian in age and covered in marble ) cleansed of dust and dirt. The kitchen filled with unprepared food. The raven maiden sulking amongst emerald silk blankets – ivory hands fastened tightly around wooden wand. See the displeasure written ever so clearly on her youthful face. Admire how her dark brows crinkled together in fury. What a masterpiece. What an artistic picture befitting of the gothic ages – raven maiden shielded by dark anger. Ah, how she wanted to screech and tear the whole place to pieces. How she wanted to dig her talons deeply into flesh to draw crimson blood just to silence the screaming demons of wrath.

He is coming.

Or he already came. Locked away in her sanctuary for the majority of the day, she does not know the status of his travel. She doesn’t want to know. The slower he comes, the better it would be for them all. Better yet, it would be wonderful if he does not show up at all. Engaged – what a foolish state of being. Yes, she is better off without that.

But, alas, she is a victim of hierarchy. And despite how monstrous her father can be ( how he frightens her so ), she would not dare to deny his commands. For such a thin man, his temper is deadly – a temper in which Amycus and Alecto inherited – and she would not chance him taking his anger out on her darling brother. That act, in itself, would hurt more than a thousand lashes upon her own skin.

So seething fury was defeated and helpless ( how she hated being so ) and locked up in her own room. Only coming to reality when soft knocks penetrated the silence that had surrounded her.

“Don’t come in. I’m indecent.”

A fabricated lie in hopes of delaying the inevitable.

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Antonin was smothered in velvet & roses as his mother neared, slender fingers brushing invisible specks of lint from his shoulder. An exchange of gazes on both parts— a nod of reassurance from him despite the twisting of his gut. And by the gods, it was not the Apparition that caused it. His father cleared his throat, hinting to the opening door as his mother stepped away.

What happened next all morphed into a blur: he remembered handing his coat to the house elves, eyes taking in foreign surroundings. He remembered seeing the lone, striking figure of Alvar Carrow, greeting him with practiced lines and half-hearted smiles like a parlour game. “Go meet her,” they had urged him with saccharine smiles. “Go find her,” they commanded him with words that hid knives. Annoyance spiked in his veins- was she not informed of their arrival? For he wished this visit to be over as soon as possible, and was not a willing player in this game of hide & seek. Nevertheless, he wandered away, his parents’ chatter and laughter a distant soundtrack.

The manor was cold, so cold in nature despite shows of gold & gothic grandeur. His initial receival by his fiancée’s brother was just as cold— if not more. Antonin had walked away from him, his heart a heavy stone in his chest. He was not welcome here- the message was delivered loud & clear- further emphasised as he approached her closed door. He paused, jaws clenched, staring at the wooden barrier that separated the fated & doomed - do this for your family, he told himself, do this for father.

Antonin raised his hand and—

knock,

knock.

— the sound cut through the silence like scissors, and thus arrived the inevitable.

Her voice, despite muffled through the heavy door, clawed at him all the same. “Of course. Please, excuse my untimely intrusion.” He remained in place, fingers brushing over his pocket to ensure the presence of that velvet box. Marriage; such a silly, empty notion for people like him. What good was it for but political alliance and social mobility? A beat that fostered his silent rage, then—

“Should I come back later?”

#c;alecto #p;#bae!! this is finally happening omg

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“Dolohov.” Amycus replied in a clipped, bitter tone. He regarded the outstretched hand with disdain, curling his lip at the mere idea of returning the gesture. Who did this man think he was, that he could walk so coolly into his home and take what belonged to him? Dolohov was nothing. At least that’s what Amycus tried to tell himself.

Dolohov. Amycus’ mind echoed his spoken word. Alecto Dolohov. This time he growled aloud, dread sinking deep into the pit of his stomach and taking root. He felt sick. Alecto Carrow was his sister, his other half. Alecto Dolohov would rightfully be his. Amycus glared at the man before him, gritting his teeth.

“A surprise? Of course not.” He lied in as level a tone as he could muster. Amycus had not actually been informed that Antonin would be visiting the manor today, nor had he anticipated it. He had almost been living under the notion that this day would never arrive, but he supposed it was inevitable. He wondered if Alecto knew, or if she was to be caught off guard as he had. “I suppose you’re here for her.”

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The Carrow heir’s displeasure was clearly delivered in his tone, and Antonin’s offered hand hung in the air — unshaken. He retracted his hand nonchalantly, as if the rejection never took place. The smile on his face, however, slid away - a mere shadow of what had been. It would have been awkward if Amycus’ reaction wasn’t so expected. He could understand the other’s displeasure, really, for no brother would want a stranger to marry their darling sister. But Antonin’s mask refused to crumble, despite how uncomfortable & unwelcome he felt in their cold manor.

“Her. Of course.” He had only a distant memory of Alecto: ebony hair & porcelain skin. They had met years ago at a gathering- an occasion Antonin attended when vacationing out of France. Yet that felt like another lifetime ago, as if she were only a mythical figure he fabricated in his dreams. “Our parents have gone off to see the gardens, and your father believed it best for us to be acquainted.”

He could feel Amycus’ ire burning in the atmosphere, see the tension in his jaws, & thought it best to calm the brewing storm. “I cannot imagine that you are pleased with this situation, but I am here to do my duty as expected.”—An attempt to establish mutual understanding. Neither of them asked for this. They were only puppets laced with the strings of those who came before them, dancing in their steads. “I will treat your sister well, Amycus, do not doubt that.”

#c;amycus #mp;#urgh poor bb :(

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“What are you doing here?”

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Antonin paused in his steps, and turned to face the other with a polite smile. Ah... So this was his fiancée’s (oh how dreadfully odd the word felt) brother. “Amycus,” he greeted, extending his hand in a gesture of goodwill. “Surely this visit must not come as a surprise.”

#c;amycus

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Due to connections within the Minisity, Cassia had received word of the new Ministry legislation that tightened it’s grip on the freedoms and liberties of muggleborns, and rightly so… Avery mused as she strolled through the Ministry lobby, her shoes resonating off the black marble floors. She trailed her fingers along the stacks of newly printed posters detailing the terms of new legislation as a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. It had been a long time coming… For too long had such filth intertwined itself within magical society, even so much as to creep comfortably into the lower echelons of pureblood aristocracy without a great deal of resistance.

It seemed, however, that the wheels of change were now in motion. The time of waiting was now over as change now lurked on the horizon. Sighing softly, Cassia glanced at the posters once more before turning on her heels towards the Department of Magical Transportation. Her intention was to run a few more errands in Diagon Alley before returning home to update her parents on current affairs at the Ministry, particularly after the introduction of new legislation.

As she spun around, Cassia collided with another figure who sent her stumbling backwards, scattering a few muggle registration posters in the process. Scowling, Cassia shot daggers at whomever had bumped into her. “Excuse me,” she snapped, her tone laced with displeasure. “Could you perhaps obtain some manners and mind where you’re going..” Avery huffed, regaining her composure as she straightened herself up.

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Dark walls, arched ceilings— and curious eyes studied the surroundings. Hints of gold and red alluded to grandeur, yet Antonin could not help but compare this foreign place to home. He had came here for an interview of sorts, applying for a position within the Department of International Magical Cooperation. A careful strategy on his part, setting his pieces in motion before the game begins. The mark on his arm seemed to crawl at the thought of imminent war— crawling at such grotesque thoughts of dark glory.

Around him was a whirl of activity, stern faces bustling about with files clutched tightly to their chests. There was a tension he couldn’t quite put his finger on; carved into their grave faces, apprehension tainting nearby conversations. And hark! the rumours they murmured... He slowed his steps, an attempt to glean information from the couple muttering besides him.

But oh!

A crash—

A flutter of papers—

Antonin turned, his gaze rested on the stranger’s visage as he felt her disapproving gaze burn into his skin. “Pardon me, miss,” he replied sincerely, leaning down to gather the papers he caused her to knock over. “But there is no need for such biting words.” Unbidden, his eyes scanned across the title of the papers, the black print jumping to his attention. A new legislation, hmm? About time... The corner of his mouth twisted into a wry smile— “Ah, so this is what’s causing the stir.”