and anything but nice

faye delphina travers sixth year gryffindor pureblood future death eater "she carved a danse macabre into the soles of her shoes, and wherever she walked prancing corpes gleefully followed."

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marielaflint:

Mariela laughed. She couldn’t help it. The wine was doing its work, Faye was as over-the-top as she had ever been, and it was exactly what the unhappy bride-to-be was needing. “I don’t know how happy Jake would be about being a ‘side piece’,” she remarked, staring up at the ceiling as she considered it. “Though, really, he might like it. He is a boy, after all.” She laughed again but the humor was short-lived. She thought of Zelus, of what he might have thought of all of this. She remembered his reaction to the engagement, what he’d told her. It didn’t make things easier but he hadn’t necessarily approved and that was exactly what she’d been searching for. He’d been an ally when she felt alone. “He was a terrible asshole most of the time,” she admitted, “but I always knew where we stood and I thought…” She paused, contemplating the bottle in her hands. “I actually thought he would be the one to put a stop to all of this." 

“Oh, he’ll survive.” Faye dismissed any concerns about Jake taking on the role of a ‘mistress’; despite their friendship, she was always going to be a girl with her favorites, and her number one, aside from her parents, would always be herself. Mariela and Morena fell after. Jake somewhere beyond that. “Yea,” she hummed in agreement, not with much else more to add. All her business with Zelus had been prior to when they- the girls both presently draped about in the tub with their pretty dresses- had started to grow close. It would have been dumb to consider what might have been different had Faye forgotten her grudge and fought along side the Death Eaters sooner, yet there she was thinking about it. Finally, Faye sat up. Without prior explanation, she took her bottle-clad hand and brought it outside the tub. With a turn of the wrist, wine fell to the marbled floor in a small pool of red. “Here’s some for Zelus. May the werewolf wannabe bring divine intervention.”

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rosierjacob:

He widened his eyes as Faye seemed to see right through him. He had never good at keeping secrets, at least not when directly confronted. Landon and Blair could never trust him with any little rules they had broken, because he would tell after just a few minutes of questioning by their parents. “What? No. I’m just—hungry. I haven’t eaten lunch.” But then his eyes went to the bowl of sweets between them, which he hadn’t touched. “I mean—I’m tired too. Just tired.”

“And I’m tired of your trollshite, Jacob. Spill.” Once more, Faye drew her leg back only to extend it again hard against his thigh. He could test her, but she was more than willing to keep this going. “You have five seconds before I write a dirty letter to Mariela and say its from you. Five... four...”

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marielaflint:

Mariela raised her shoulders, watching Faye as she spoke. While what she said was true, Mariela had her doubts about having any level of control over the party. It was a nice idea but the reality was that she had always been at the whims of her parents. That became more true every day that the engagement went on. “I’d like to give her a good boot somewhere,” Mariela grumbled irritably, thinking about all the horrible but true things Avery had said to her earlier in the night. She wanted them to go away but they stuck in her mind on a loop. 

She almost laughed, shaking her head. “Purebloods, right?” It was a ridiculous statement, fueled by champagne and wine and bitterness. She’d followed every rule the purebloods had set for years. Why should a forced engagement be any different? “I think at first,” she paused, looking down at the bottle, “It was just something to do with me while they groomed Zelus to be their golden child.” It was the first time she’d ever said it out loud but there was no relief in admitting it. Looking at Faye again, she smiled. “You’d marry me?" 

“If I had to marry someone....” Faye pressed her lips together, teasingly playing at considering the option over. Unlike the other girl in the tub, marriage wasn’t something in her foreseeable future–– maybe the whole future altogether. Even if it were just ‘what if,’ this made her smile. As did the wine. “We are some of the best options. Pureblood, very pretty. Plus, you could shag Jake on the side and I wouldn’t bat an eye.” It seemed like a solid arrangement. “Oddly I think your parents ‘golden child’ would have approved.” Faye sighed as she mentioned Zelus now. Their relationship was nothing in comparison to what Mariela had shared with him, like how she had felt losing Tristam. But worse. “You know, he was one of the only ones that was willing to listen to me about my parents. I knew he could only do so much but still it was nice.”

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[324432463552434565435241354-dea]

what she says: im fine

what she means: what the fuck do they put in cologne to make it smell that fucking good what the fuck is that i fucking hate how i walk through a hallway and am instantly floored by some 5'6 nerdy bitch ass wearing good cologne like let me tell you i didnt spend years transforming myself into an independent goddess of a woman just to be instantly weakened by a fucking?? whatever the fuck they put in that shit

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marielaflint:

Mariela smirked. “I wish I would have thought to say as much at the time,” she admitted, still cringing at the memory of that particular conversation. Mariela, a mother. It was ridiculous. She considered Faye’s choice with a small nod. “He had the nerve to complain. He’s lucky he was even let in the door. If I’d had any say in the guest list, he wouldn’t have been invited at all.” She was still feeling rather bitter about it. “Then again, there are a lot of people I wouldn’t have let in.” Like everyone, really. “I’m not eating anything in protest. It’s not really disappointing my mother the way I wanted it to, though. She’ll probably congratulate me for dropping a dress size tomorrow.” She rolled her eyes, popping open the second bottle just so she didn’t have to reach across the tub again. 

With the second bottle now opened, Faye reached for the originally uncorked bottle and rest it in her lap, cradling it like the newborn baby neither of them would have any time soon. Apologies to the intrusive aunts. “You are the party girl,” Faye reminded, raising an eyebrow at Mariela in case she needed the reminder. “That has to come with some power in who you want kicked out. I know I won’t oppose if you gave Avery a good boot towards the door.” A sip of wine, her lips starting to stain red. “Well, your mother is insane so that makes sense.”

Faye sunk down deeper in the tub, her toes just barely able to reach the other side if she really stretched. The tub was big, more comfortable than she initially suspected. It didn’t make her want to get up any time soon. “I know we already said it, but this is actually insane. You... getting engaged. Wasn’t this ruled antiquated and fucked up, like, eight decades ago?” Her fingertips tapped against the glass of the bottle, her head lulled to the side as she looked at Mariela across the tub. “Really, you’re better off just running away and getting eloped with me.”

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marielaflint:

Mariela actually managed a genuine smile, shaking her head. “That’s a waste of perfectly good jelly beans,” she argued. If she was going to throw things at Avery, it’d be a lot heavier than a jelly bean or some caviar. Though, imagining the other Slytherin trying to get the sticky mess from her hair was amusing. She took the wine and drank from the bottle for a moment, a few gulps down, while she considered Faye’s question. Holding up a fist, she raised one finger at a time as she said, “My mother, my father, and Avery.” She paused, offering the bottle back. “Alternatively, Jake’s aunts, just because they keep telling me how excited they are to have babies around.” She grimaced at the thought of motherhood.

Faye wrinkled her nose at the idea of motherhood. “If they want babies around why don’t they open their own legs.” No, they were still much too young to have that on the table. Not to mention it wasn’t exactly the ideal time for a fetus. Faye hadn’t gotten a real run at having a family; she didn’t plan on it so long as whatever she built could get taken away. Again. “I’ll save you the trouble and I’ll throw caviar at one of them. Only one because I do want to save some for hitting Avery myself. Oh, and definitely Levi, because, really, anything to annoy him. He makes it too easy.” She smiling, still satisfied with her work earlier. One look at her face and it was obvious that Faye had gotten up to mischief even before the two of them escaped the party. That and her general reputation. “Great cake, by the way.”

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marielaflint:

She’d heard? From where? Questions swirled in Mariela’s mind and her only certainty was that Jake had said something. She just didn’t know what and something about that made her nervous. Still, Faye seemed prepared to let it go, and Mariela was grateful. She looked at her dress and a small smile stretched across her face. “I’m glad someone caught onto that,” she admitted. She’d taken great care in choosing the perfect gown. “Now just remind Avery of that and this night will be at least a fraction better than it was before." 

“Just throw jellybeans at her, she hates it.” Faye shrugged before taking another swig of the wine, more generous this time as she was slowly becoming more accustomed to the taste. “You could probably substitute for caviar; hurts less but bonus of being messier.” She leaned forward far enough to pass the wine off before falling back against the tub’s porcelain wall. She watched as she wiggled her toes, enjoying the break from her heels. Her very pretty heels. “Alright. Top three people you would throw caviar at tonight. Go.”

[humansinthesky]

talking to a hot boy’s parents like, “I’m a big fan of your work”

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marielaflint:

The question made Mariela’s mouth turn down at the corners. She didn’t know what prompted it but she found herself hesitating to deny it. She’d never been shy about lying. It was a well-tuned weapon in her arsenal. Still, she found that she didn’t want to lie in this moment. “No, not Jake.” She looked down at her skirt, picking at the fabric to avoid her friend’s eyes. “He’s… growing on me." 

Witnessing the smile appear and the bashful way Mariela picked at her skirt, Faye beamed. Despite all the shite, it was nice seeing evidence that her friend could be happy. It was comforting. “So I’ve heard.” Her voice was softer, free of typically teasing tone. On another night, she would have poked and prodded for details on her side of the story, but that could wait. She nudged her friend’s leg with her knee, giggling softly. “Nice dress, by the way. It says ‘I’m royal and better than you.’ Very fitting.”

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marielaflint:

Mariela was halfway inside the cabinet underneath the sink when she spotted another bottle. It wasn’t quite as old but she brought it out with her anyway, turning around just as Faye sank down into the tub. She gave a small sigh, walking over and undoing her own heels to step in the tub. She had to lift her dress, careful not to flash her friend. “She’s a nightmare. I have no interest in being related to her in the slightest,” she remarked about the woman in question. “Maybe she hates me as much as I hate this engagement. If so, she certainly doesn’t need to come to the wedding.” She sat down, taking another drink from the open bottle before offering it to Faye again. Inside the tub, it almost felt as if the party wasn’t happening at all.

Faye moved her legs over to the one side, giving her friend room to settle in on the other side of the basin. Even before Mariela had a chance to pass the bottle back over, Faye had her arms outstretched as she made grabby-hands for it. Patience was for Hufflepuffs. “Hate the engagement... but not Jake?” Faye asked, a slight bit of teasing to her words. She kept in mind what she had learned from Jake the other day, the boy so dreadfully transparent. With a smirk to her lips, she took the wine back for a sip, this time only wrinkling her nose slightly at how dry it was.

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levi-yaxley:

“Yep, that’s me. The old man with a job, responsibilities and about to have his own place.” He swatted her hand away from his face. “Careful, I think I see a gray hair. Maybe even a bald spot.”

Faye dropped her hand as he swatted it, shoulders deflating at his sorry excuse of a retort. “My hair is perfect. If you’re going to try to insult me at least make it somewhat believable.”

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levi-yaxley:

“Helps me relax.” Levi quipped back. “Better enjoy your youth while you can. You’ll be an old crone before you know it.”

Faye wasn’t sure she would live long enough to see herself become an old crone. Withering into old age just never seemed fitting of her; if ever she considered how she’d go out, it was always something bold, like her. “Says the old crone, himself. Are those crows feet?” She asked, squinting as she reached a finger up, point towards the end of his eye.

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levi-yaxley:

“Your maturity never fails to astound me.” Despite his outward annoyance, bickering with Faye was nice. It was familiar and a little comforting. But he’d rather endure a thousand hours of small talk with Mariela before actually admitting it to the younger girl. He swiped at the frosting with his finger before licking it off. “Tasty.” 

“I’ve got a month left of being underage.” Then Faye tilted her head, eyes narrowing in scrutiny. “What’s your excuse?”

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levi-yaxley:

Levi rolled his eyes in return. Picking his fork back up he reached over and stabbed the remaining cake, picking it up from under Faye’s nose. He stuffed it into his mouth, setting the fork down on the plate sitting in front of Faye. “I’m a fucking comedian.”

“And very dignified,” Faye sassed, bobbing her head as she spoke. Her lips pressed together as she got an idea. With her, she never needed a second to talk herself out of things; her gut instinct was usually what she trusted. Reaching down at the plate, Faye swiping up the lingering refinements of frosting with her finger and then reached over to poke Levi on the nose, leaving a white spot. He looked like a clown. “There. Your look’s complete.”

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levi-yaxley:

He stared at the cake for a second before pushing it over to Faye with a sigh. “Here, take it. You clearly want it more than I do.” He stared at her for a moment longer. “You really should take smaller bites. It’s not dignified.”

Faye didn’t fight him as he pushed his plate towards her, instead donning a victorious smile. Only, that smile didn’t last long, quickly shifting into a flat pressing of her lips. “And you’re suddenly the expert on being dignified?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically as she scoffed. “That’s a laugh.”

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marielaflint:

She accepted the bottle again but didn’t drink right away, wandering over to the closed toilet and taking a seat on the lid. She felt ridiculous in her floor-length dress and heels, perched there like she was waiting for Romilda to come in and do her makeup in the wall-sized mirror above the sink. She looked over at Faye and rolled her eyes. “Too many to count, really. We’ll probably have to scavenge for a couple more bottles. Everyone and their great Aunt Tiddly came out tonight." 

While Mariela moved in her own direction, Faye lingered near the tub still to kick off her heels. It felt great getting them off her feet, and it would be even better once she took her seat. Placing one foot and then the other, Faye stepped into the tub, lowering her self to sit against the porcelain bottom. “I met great Aunt Tiddly,” Faye hummed as she sunk down in the unfilled bath. Her eyes were cast upward at the ceiling, but her mind was back on the party they had ditched. “I liked her purple hair but, Merlin, her earrings were horrible. They looked like mummified bat wings. And I thought I’d dressed for a funeral.” She laughed, the few flutes of champagne earlier helping her to feel especially light and fittingly bubbly.