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He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city, He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order. He sits motionless, like a spider in the center of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them. He does little himself. He only plans.
Arthur Conan Doyle (The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes)
” Apologies that I refuse to accept. You clearly meant to impugn my company as being mundane. I shall happily leave, if that’s what you wish.”
"Never did I intend for you to imply such things out of my simple words, lady Avery."
"& it worries me to no end that you instantly draw such conclusions. Your company could never be deemed as ordinary. It is far to multifaceted for that."
” Kindly refrain from such vulgar language. There are ladies present, after all. “
"Never did I think that the word mundane would be seen as vulgar. Yet again, spoken which such fervore -–– I may understand your reasoning. My apologies, dear lady Avery."
The Courtyard ❧ 05.09.77.
"Silence have never brought forward any answers, dear. I am all ears."
When one with honeyed words but evil mind Persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.
Euripides (Orestes)
Werewolf.
IF YOU HAD TO SPEND YOUR LIFE WITH JUST ONE PERSON, WHO WOULD IT BE?
[ SILVER-TONGUE ] : A fascinating individual who would not bore me with mindless chatter, for life can carry on for decades and to be bored with your sole companion would be torture, I believe.
*being curious and oh, being his guest* Vampire.
SOMEONE OFFERS YOU A CHANCE AT IMMORTALITY. DO YOU TAKE IT, AND WHY OR WHY NOT?
Immortality is for the vain. -––Those who cannot appreciate the time offered to them. Thus, it seems as if I'd have to decline the kind offer.
ϟ Monsters-themed Asks!
Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?
Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?
Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?
Ghost: Do you have any regrets?
Frankenstein: Is someone telling you how to live your life, or are you an independent person?
Mummy: If you were to fall into an eternal sleep, do you think anyone would miss you?
Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?
Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?
Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?
Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?
Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?
Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?
Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?
Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?
Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?
Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?
Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?
Why should I be chosen to be an usher? I’m Evan Rosier.
Corridors ♚ September 4th, 1977
Gaze fixed itself on a particular corner where there was no Rosier to inhabit. If he did not look at him, perhaps his anger would quell itself more easily, and he would manage a proper conversation, without anything seeming amiss. But his rage had already began to grow, and he feared in that moment that it would encompass him whole.
How could he speak with such nonchalance? As if he did not have a care in the world? As if nothing was wrong?
He forced himself to breathe deeply, the action painful, bitter taste building in his mouth, lips drawn together tensely. A cigarette would be a blessing, but he knew better than to show his cards so obviously. He would know his tell; irritation followed by an immediate need for smoke to fill his lungs, hiding away emotions beneath an ashy veil.
For the countless time he cursed himself. How could he have been so foolish?
❝ Odd you use the word friend so loosely. ❞ Words devoid of emotion, but his eyes speak the truth.
He wants to add more. Oh so much more. But he bites his tongue.
A dance around the fire, carried out with such skill that they should both be dubbed masters of deception –– especially their own. Desire runs through the Rosier heir's veins as he lets dark eyes trace sharp cheekbones of the young man before him. It scorches his veins, causing him to b u r n, but for an onlooker there is only indifference in the gaze he offers his friend.
He was not what he was supposed to be! Memories of the summer –– disgusting! How was it so that his friend could not f o r g e t? Acting as if their endeavours made a mark.
Which they did, oh they marked his very core.
Cold. Calm. Exterior.
A young man made to pretend until his very last breath. Becoming what he was supposed to be –– an heir providing more heirs. The desire for another who could not give him such was foolish. & would be met with disgust. A constant conflict of head versus heart –– but due to blackened heart turned to stone Evan let a smirk of amusement play over his lips. Even if there only was bitter acid in his very lungs as he breathed the same air as h i m.
Pretend. Breathe. Keep the mask.
❝ Does my friendship offend you, Rabastan? I thought the ties we hold would always constitute of a relentless loyalty. -–– Has it changed after all these years? ❞
Step closer to the fire. Feel the sweet burn of what can never be! & vicious serpent prince dances with his prey ( or was it himself that he fooled? ). He watches him, Rabastan, his name falling from his tongue in familiarity but not showing more than an allegiance. Allegiance of friendship –– that was all they were now. He refused other.
The Courtyard ➟ September 1st, 1977
❝Or are you afraid of having my platonic mark? Maybe you are frightened by the possibility of it driving potential lovers away? Naughty boy, Evan.❞
❝ Oh, a mark upon my skin made by the legendary mademoiselle McKinnon would be an honour –– potential lovers should not be driven away by such a mark. Instead they should be intrigued. ❞
Slytherin Dungeons ❧ 01.09.77.
❝ Are’ya trying to say something, Rosier? I don’t know about you, but I reckon my unique choice of words is easier to understand than your thesaurus of words. All very proper & composed. However, if it’s the definition you’re looking for —- porkies are lies. Little white lies —- things that aren’t true. ❞
❝ It seems as if your mind is running wild, miss Evans. Finding insinuations where they are none simply to let flames appear. ❞ His words only vaguely hinting his thoughts; calm yourself, mudblood. ❝ Thank you for the expansion of my vocabulary, I will use it accordingly. ❞ Inside: laughter.
evan rosier, slytherin.
❝ A man is never more truthful than when he acknowledges himself a liar. ❞
Slytherin Dungeons ❧ 01.09.77.
❝ Well —— I meant'ya should be grateful for those who remain whatever you're calling polite. My points are always intriguing. Just ask Marlene —- & don’t let her tell you any porkies. ❞
❝ A fair point made, miss Evans, yet I cannot help but wishing that a course on manners & proper speech was mandatory for some within this castle. -––Pardon me, but It seems as if I may have been kept in the dark about your unique slang for certain words. ❞
The thread is ripping The knot is slipping Love is blindness
