islands of violence

full of tidal waves, s u i c i d a l crazed lions. they're trying to e a t me, b l o o d running down their chin and i know that i can f i g h t or i can let the lion w i n. i begin to assemble what w e a p o n s i can find, 'cause sometimes to stay a l i v e you gotta kill your mindantonin dolohov | twenty five | dragon killer

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I can’t stop, no matter how much you bug me.  Places to go, dragons to kill.

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through the looking glass;

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panda-aldridge:

She blinked. Once—twice, and then without thought she moved, taking him into her arms. That warm embrace, strong—sweet. A soft hug. 

He moved to push her away, arms lifted in protest only to stay frozen in the air awkwardly.  The embrace felt weird, to say the least, but he couldn’t deny something in he crumbled at the comfort of it.  Hands shaking, one covered his face for a moment.  “Were you... were you there?”

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kissed-by-lightening:

“I don’t scold. When do I ever scold?”

“Then what would you call this?”

[cnfucianism]

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@vincecrabbe

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aureus-meles:

You know we only toss stuff around at the people’s houses who are little shits, right? You can follow me around the whooooooole house and yell at me every step of the way, I’ll put stuff back nicely and everything. But I will bring the grunts back to toss your late pop’s stuff like a salad if you continue to be obnoxious about it. Your choice. And it’s not just a piece of paper, it’s a Ministry search warrant. 

{ jaw clenched and still looking ready to start throwing hexes, antonin fell quiet.  he looked to the house elf still stood in the doorway. }  Is she home?  { when the creature shook its head, his shoulders sagged slightly.  with a great deal of reluctance and no explanation, he turned to head inside. }  Touch nothing, Bones.  Understood?

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frigore-ollivander:

[ he shakes his head, a small smile on his lips ] Thanks for that. That’s what I was going for, old inside and out.

What can I say?  Flattery is one of my strong suits.

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through the looking glass;

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aecus-et-dicax:

Amelia noticed him getting startled but, didn’t think much of it. It was understandable for people to be on edge. “I never said you aren’t. I’m just offering you a glass of water, Antonin,” she said softly. “You’re also one of the people I still care about so… I would likely fuss over you too,” she added, holding out the glass of water again.

“You shouldn’t.”  He said it bluntly, barely glancing at the glass of water.  “I’ve never asked you to care.  Give it a rest, Bones.”

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through the looking glass;

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vincecrabbe:

Definitely not. He’s going to be…pissed. ( he sighs ) No way. I want to say I’m…surprised that it was you and Yaxley in the center of it all, but I’m not. ( his eyes widened ) Why’d you leave him? I know he’s a toerag but there was a reason, right? ( vince grew silent, because he never thought about it like that ) They wouldn’t. The Dark Lord deals with traitors himself. And isn’t this why we wear masks and shite? So no one knows who we are? If they name names, it won’t matter.

Understatement of the century, mate.  { he shrugged, even if his attempt at arrogance fell flat. }  Anyone else wouldn’t have been able to pull it off.  { antonin paused, exhaling deeply. }  In terms of the cause, he’s worth less than me.  But honestly?  I panicked.  I thought that was it, Vince.  That I was about to get caught and I... I fucking ran.  Now the prick’s never going to shut up about it.  { he wanted to be annoyed that he was having to explain it to vince, but it was giving him a chance to get his own head around it. }  They’re not getting a trial.  If the Wizengamot is smart, they’ll take advantage of that.  They’ll start offering them deals  -  give them any information and they’ll get a lesser sentence, or even just a hearing.  How many do you think won’t jump at that?

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wxrmtxil:

Sh-should I st-start a list? Y-you seem t-to take offense to me n-no matter what I do. [ he shrugged ] Some sh-shrapnel or w-whatever hit my eye, and I was kn-knocked over. I-I got trampled a bit, as well.

I’m like that with everyone.  You’re not special.  { he ran a hand through his hair, trying to pull himself together enough to manage his usual cocky demeanour. }  If it’s any consultation, your face still looks alright.

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bloody-avery:

We’re supposed to stand together, Antonin. What the hell is wrong with you?

What’s wrong with me is that I put the Dark Lord’s interests first.  I’m more valuable than that unmarked brat could ever be.  Sorry if that offends your delicate sensibilities. 

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panda-aldridge:

“Like what?”

“Like  -  fuck, what’s worse is you’re not even trying to make me feel bad.”

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indogyearsimdeadsirius:

I think most people are celebrating. This is a win against the death eaters, is it not? 

People still got hurt.  They’re still shaken and scared.

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h-alfbloodprxnce:

Sev gasped slightly as soon as Antonin’s hand went around his throat. His eyes widened as he attempted to shove the man off him. “Get off me. It should have been you.”

His grip only tightened, as if it’d help him ignore the way his hands were shaking.  “Me?”  he shot back incredulously.  “Out of the two of us, do you honestly think the Dark Lord wouldn’t miss me more?”

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kissed-by-lightening:

“Sit down,” she growled. 

His eyes narrowed at her tone.  “Why do I feel like I’m about to get scolded?”

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missxcharity:

“Okay…”

“I just... can’t deal with anyone right now, okay?”

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ruthless-bellatrix:

Do you think I haven’t realized that? It’s bad enough as it is that we got ambushed but to get fucking arrested? We better get our stories fucking straight in case one of those cowards decides to turn on the rest of us.

What story’s going to save us from this one, Bella?  One look at our arms and we’re fucked. 

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fairestraisa:

I’m sorry I don’t have a barometer on your mood [she rolls her eyes and shakes her head] Don’t leave it to chance. I can cover it if you let me? I’m not bad at healing charms.

{ he let out an exasperated groan. }  Fine.  Alright, just get it over with.