Beauty with the beast

Pureblood, werewolf. 20 years old, Slytherin Alumni.

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Breaking The News || Indra and Arcturus

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All of the negative thoughts that had flooded Arcturus’ mind just moments ago left as soon as she began to return his kiss once more. All that he could think about was the fact that she was there with him, not turning him away or reminding him of the horrible decisions that he had made. No, this made him think of the time before all of those things had been said and all that he could think about was that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, no matter what. He couldn’t spend his life with anybody else, she was the only person that truly knew him. Others thought that they knew him but they only knew the side of him that he had to show to everybody else in order to fit in with the Black name. Phineas had been the closest person to finding out that other side of him but nobody knew him like Indra did. Nobody.

It took Arcturus a little while to realise what it was that Indra was saying. His eyebrows knit together in confusion, trying to understand why. She had after all hated him for what he had done to her and that much had been made obvious when they had been together only nights ago. He was quiet for a while but then he spoke, trying to make sense of the situation. “You mean-” he broke off. There was nothing that he could say to her suggestion and so he simply kissed her instead. He could feel her fingers tracing his arm and it caused goosebumps to arise on his skin. He couldn’t get rid of the image of the unsure and worried expression that had been on her face and he could see that she was still completely afraid that he would reject her. He pulled away once more, looking at her. 

“Please Indra, do not be afraid of me making the same decisions, I can promise you that that will never happen again.” He told her quietly. “I love you, Indra, and I just don’t care about anything else anymore.” He sighed, realising as he spoke the words that he meant them completely. There was nothing that he would not give in order to be with her and he knew that he needed to prove that to her. How could she trust him? He had turned her away after she had completely opened up to him and he knew that that was something that he would never be able to come back from properly. He gave us a small nod. “Let us be us again. Not just tonight, but for the rest of our lives.” He returned his lips to hers once more and forgot about the rest of the world around them,

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Indra slowly nodded at his words, her eyebrows drawn together in a slight frown. Hearing him say that he loved her was as if somebody had hit her hard in the stomach. She drew in a quick, sharp breath and froze for a moment. She stood deadly still, feeling as cold as if she had walked straight through a ghost. She stood like this for a few seconds, only coming out of the slight trance as Arcturus spoke of being together for the rest of their lives. As much as she wished that they could, she knew it was impossible for them - she knew that now she had taken a while to dwell over the subject.

Indra wasn't too sure how to respond to his statement as he kissed her, so instead she drew her lips away and laid her head on his shoulder, moving her hands away from his arms for a brief second to draw her gloves off. "Let us talk about the rest of our lives later, for now let us just be together." Thoughts of the rest of her life brought thoughts of the news that she still hadn't told him, the baby that rested inside her stomach. She pressed her lips lightly against his neck, resting her hands on his waist as she dwelled on her thoughts for a minute. She just wanted him to take her to bed, to make her forget of the monster for a short while - so she could act as if she were her past self for a little while longer.

She loved him dreadfully, and it was tearing her apart. She knew that her tainted genes could never make it onto the Black family tree - not now that he knew. Perhaps he was merely speaking out of longing. "Arcturus..." She whispered, before kissing him passionately. She kept her lips upon his for a while, then pulled away, wrapping her fingers around his wrist to slowly tug him towards his bed, a small smile upon her lips as she looked up to him. 

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July 1904 | Letter to Indra Greyback

Miss Greyback,

I apologize for having been remiss in continuing our correspondence this summer. Having just arrived home, there have been many duties to attend to, and correspondence with friends has, regrettably, lost priority. Still, this is no excuse, and I do hope you will forgive my lack of consideration.

If you would be so kind, please join me for lunch this coming Thursday. My home is open to you, though as always I would be happy to accommodate any preference you may have.

I hope this owl has found you well,

—Phineas A. Black

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Mr Black,

Please, do not worry about our correspondence. There are many other priorities that a man such as yourself has. I would love to join you for lunch, and your home sounds like the perfect setting. 

Looking forward to our lunch,

Indra Greyback.

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♚ Indra Greyback 

♚ 20 years old / Werewolf

♚ FC: Imogen Poots 

Indra’s socialite life was shattered less than six months ago after a werewolf bit her. Remarkably, she has been able to keep it a secret from her family, but the love of her life -Arcturus Black- noticed all of the scars on her body. Unfortunately for Indra, nothing less than flawless genes will ever make it on the House of Black’s family tree. Arcturus shattered her heart by ending their engagement. She has been planning her ultimate revenge on her former beau, but a part of her still hopes that he would reunite with her. Will Indra continue growing closer to the beast inside, or will she find solace in her humanity?

SECRETS: 

Lost her virginity to Arcturus during their 7th year at Hogwarts.

Insecure that no one will marry her because she’s impure.

The identity of the werewolf that bit her remains a mystery.

Wishes that she had someone to confide in about the pains of the full moon.

SHIPS: Arcturus Black, Chemistry.

ENDGAME: Open ship and sexual orientation.

INDRA GREYBACK IS TAKEN

PLOT ♚ RULES ♚ ROLES ♚ APPLY ♚ QUESTIONS

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Breaking The News || Indra and Arcturus

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Arcturus wished that they could just stay there together for a long time, forgetting about the rest of the world around them. He didn’t want her to leave because he was was scared that if she did, it would really be the end. He really could not imagine being without her each day, waking up to another woman that he did not love in the bed next to him. He gave a short sigh, blocking those depressing thoughts out. She was there now and he was going to make the most of the time that they had together. There was a smile that he could not remove from his face no matter how much he tried and it only made it more impossible when she rested her face against his chest once again. It made everything feel right again.

Arcturus gave a small chuckle but did not say anything, he just gave a small nod, wondering to himself whether or not she would actually feel it. He realised that whatever she wanted to tell him must have been important enough to bring her to his room, especially after the way that their meeting had gone the other evening but that did not matter. It wasn’t as though he did not want to hear what she had to say but he was worried that whatever it was would pull them apart again. However, she has said that it was not urgent and that made him relieved once more. He gave a short sigh, running his fingers across her hair lightly. He had missed her.

His eyebrows drew together when she apologised. He could feel her lips against his collarbone and he used his index finger to draw her chin up so that she was looking at him. “Please, do not apologise.” He said sternly. “The fault was entirely mine, if I could redo it all again, my actions would be so entirely different.” He added, emotion clear in his voice. Before she had the chance to speak and try to apologise again, he touched his lips to hers, softly to begin but then more passionately.

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Indra drew her eyebrows together slightly as he lifted her chin, shaking her head. "I am at fault. I am the monster, Arc-" She found her words stopped by his lips, and simply clung to him, her lips softly moving against his until passion overcame her. She understood that what they were doing was incredibly risky - but hadn't they always taken risks like this? Now, she welcomed the risk, after all the shame of being found to be impure would be nothing compared to the shame upon her family if she was discovered to be a werewolf. The fact she was impure would come out in a few months anyway, as soon as her stomach started to swell with his child inside her womb. 

Her fingers traced the muscles of his arms for a few moments before she broke their lips apart once more, though they were only apart by a few centimetres. "Arcturus...for just one night...let's be us again. No monster, just us.." She proposed quietly, her heart thrumming wildly in her chest. He could easily turn her down, send her back home as a woman scorned - after all, it wouldn't be the first time. He may have insisted that he would have acted differently, but his initial reaction to her showed what he really thought. He could easily turn her away, break her heart for good and leave her in the dust, walking off with another beautiful pureblood upon his arm. If he said no, her news would stay hidden. She would take a potion, and the baby would be gone.

But if he said yes, things could change again, perhaps for the better. Perhaps the monster inside her would hide its head again. She captured his lips once more, her fingers curling at the nape of his neck as she kissed him with all she had, slightly fearful of moving her hands anywhere else in case he turned her down. It did scare her, how much power Arcturus had over her, and not just because he was male and she was a lowly female. But because he held her heart in his hands, and he could easily crush it to dust. She needed him, to keep the monster hidden, to keep her life together.

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You Are What You Read || Lysandra & Indra

Lysadnra walked along the aisles of Flourish and Blotts waiting for a book to jump out at her. It had been a while since Lysandra had purchased a new book and, as much as she loved re-reading novels, she needed something new to entertain her. The problem was Lysadnra didn’t know what she wanted to read. Part of her mind told her she should purchase one of those ridiculous self-help books, preferably one that talked about proper upper class etiquette. But Lysandra found the idea of purchasing one of those much too embarrassing to be a good idea. In fact, Lysandra had a feeling that if anyone was to ever write an accurate book about proper upper class etiquette the first thing it would say would be not to be caught buying a book like that.

So instead Lysandra picked up a fiction novel of the shelf that was a particularly pretty shade of green. She put it down again however after a quick glance at the blurb which described a book about a witch who had fallen in love with a muggle. That was something she most certainly didn’t want to be seen with. Lysandra was shocked that a book like that had managed to be published let alone sold in any respectable shop. Although Lysandra didn’t see the trouble with reading books written by muggles she had enough class to not want to read about wizards and muggles fraternizing.

Lysandra decided to go for a safe option instead and pick up a book that had been very popular recently with young witches. The name of this novel was ‘pure as gold’ It was supposed to be about a young witch who was trying to marry a man just for his money. It wasn’t Lysadnra’s normal style of novel having received horrid reviews from critics and being too romantic for her tastes but she wasn’t in the mood for having to search for anything better. Instead she decided to keep it and settle down to look over it in one of the seats in the corner of the store. She never knew. She might even like it enough to buy it. 

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Indra and her mother were on a shopping outing, though it had taken her mother a long time to convince Indra that she needed to go outside to keep up appearances. Indra felt dreadfully unwell, and hadn't desired to leave the house for a few days, but she had no choice in the matter here. After a while of bickering, Marie had given Indra a final choice; she came shopping, or she met with more suitors. The choice had been simple after that, and she had hidden her unwell appearance with a few simple charms. The dark circles beneath her eyes had paled again, and the unwell tinge upon her cheeks had simply become rosy.

She had allowed her mother to pull her into shop after shop, talking only to be polite as her mother stopped her at every well known gentlemen. Her expression was sullen, and more than once her mother had to tell her to adapt a ladylike posture. After 3 hours of this, Indra finally broke away from her mother and slipped into Flourish and Blotts, choosing to hide surrounded by things she loved. At least, if her mother did find her, she could give her the excuse that she wished for a new novel to read. With her eyes lazily trailing the shelves, she found herself drawn to one in particular. Plucking it from the shelf, she read the blurb then turned towards the corner of the store, planning to take a seat and read through the first chapter. And then, her eyes fell upon a woman. 

Lysandra Yaxley, a woman Indra knew to be associating with her love. A woman that, Indra knew, to be someone who seeks only money from men. She stood and looked at the blonde woman for a few moments before making her way over. "Miss Yaxley, might I speak with you for a moment?" She asked lowly, her blood boiling at the thought of this woman using Arcturus solely for his money. She made small attempts to calm herself, but failed significantly in the end, choosing to simply hide her anger.

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Breaking The News || Indra and Arcturus

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Arcturus was more relaxed when she pulled away from him this time, he could sense that she wanted it just as little as he did. He looked down at her and he could not help but smile. She was here, she was real. He was looking at the same eyes that he had seen in his dream but they were much different. How could have ever seen her as the animal? Yes, it was a part of her but it was a part of her that was entirely separate this person that was standing in front of him. He gave a small sigh, please that she had kept her arms around his neck. He still his hands wrapped around her waist and they stayed like this for a while, perfectly content just to be next to one another. 

He burned strongly again when she rested her head against his chest, something that she had done so often when they had been together before. The fact that he was still bare chested made it all the more personal. The words that tumbled out of his mouth reassured him that she wanted to be there with him, not in some pity for him. He rested his face at the top of her head, simply taking in the scent of her so close to him. He never wanted to change it. Only when she spoke did he realise that she had obviously come to see him for a reason, it had been his moves that had been entirely spontaneous. 

He moved his head as she looked up at him once more and he returned the soft kiss that she gave him. If he could forget about the last few weeks and all that had happened, he could imagine that they were still engaged and that she had come so that they could arrange their wedding. He was snapped out of his small fantasy when she spoke once more. He gave a smile. “Please, tell me.” He said softly, kissing her once again.

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Their close proximity was somewhat distressing to the young woman, as she knew that it would tear her apart when she had to leave. She didn't want to leave him again, to remember that he was no longer hers to have. She didn't want to end up sitting in front of her window reading his letter again, as she had taken to doing. She wanted to hear him say it, out loud, every night. She just wanted him. She slowly shook her head, choosing to rest her head against his chest again after returning his gentle kiss. Her heart was thrumming quickly within her chest, and Indra was certain that it wasn't normal for it to do so.

Closing her eyes, Indra simply clung to Arcturus, wishing she could forget that dreadful night. "It is not urgent, Arc." She murmured lowly, not wishing to ruin the moment with her distressing news. She was just content being so close to her love, knowing that it was perhaps the last time she would ever get to be with him like this. he would soon have a bride, and she would be, at best, a mistress. She didn't want to be reduced to that, but it would be the best thing she could get from now on. Not that she believed he would take her as a mistress, but it would be the only way they could be together in such a way when his father gave him a bride.

With her eyes still firmly closed, Indra brushed her lips lightly across his collarbone. "I am so sorry," She mumbled, almost inaudibly. She was truly sorry, it was her fault after all. She was the monster, the animal, not him. 

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Breaking The News || Indra and Arcturus

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When Arcturus broke away from their embrace to look at her, he could see the small sad smile on her face and for one horrible moment, he thought that that was it. She was truly gone. He heard her quiet words break through the silence once more and he felt even worse. He prepared himself for what was coming next, her to tell him that she really was never coming back, something that was even worse that his horrid nightmare. He kept close to her, not wanting her to move away but he felt her go anyway. He wished that he could cling to her and prevent her from leaving but he knew that it would do him no good. He waited to hear the crack that would tell him that she was gone but it never came. He certainly was not expecting what came next. 

He felt as though his body had been set on fire, it had been different when he had kissed her, although he had not planned it, he had been slightly in control of his own actions. This was entirely different to what he had been expecting. He felts circles of heat where her fingers touched his bare skin and in that moment, he knew that he could never love another. He realised with a shock that he had not truly realised how much he had missed he until she was here with him, he had simply felt empty before and it shocked him at how much he really felt now. He certainly didn’t need to be persuaded. He raised his hand to the arm that she had drawn around his neck and he simply put his fingers to it, feeling her warm skin under his. 

He did not want to stop, he knew that if they continued much longer then it would be impossible for him to stop. But he did not care. This was Indra. Indra. How did he ever think that he would be able to live without her? He had never looked at another girl ever since he had met her and that had been at Hogwarts. How could he possibly think of doing that now? He used his other arm to draw her closer to him, hoping that she would not be angry with him for doing so. “Indra.” He murmured, not really thinking at all, just that as long as she stayed as close to him as he was now, then things could not be all that bad.

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She felt content for the first time in months, she felt that she was where she belonged. Home was where the heart lies, and she felt as if she were at home with Arcturus. When he placed his fingers on top of her arm, she practically melted. This was what she wanted for her life - Arcturus, every day and every night. But it couldn't be. The fact his wedding ring hung around her neck, instead of being on her finger, was proof of that dreadful truth. She didn't have a protest as he drew her closer, instead she just let herself drift amongst good thoughts for a while. Her problems were gone, for a little while, and all there was left was Arcturus.

Eventually, she pulled her lips away from his, knowing that if they did not stop it would go much further, but did not move away as her arms rested around his neck comfortably. The prospect of ruining the moment by announcing her news was not appealing to the girl, so instead she simply stood silently, resting her head against her former fiancé's chest. "Oh, how I have missed you so," she murmured quietly, her eyes closing for a moment. Perhaps she could avoid telling him her news, perhaps she could simply sin and tell him that she had missed him so dreadfully that she just had to see him. It would do nothing to rectify the situation.

After contemplating this, she lifted her head again to capture her love's lips once more but not before murmuring "I have something to tell you."

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Breaking The News || Indra and Arcturus

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Arcturus stared at Indra in utter bewilderment. He became even more confused when an eruption of giggles escaped her lips and it was not long before he snorted with laughter in an entirely un-gentlemanly manner. But he did not care. He could not even comprehend how happy he was to see, especially to see her in his room. Giggling. He did not want the moment to end but he could sense that it would, far too soon than it should. He looked at her as she laughed and he found that he could not take his eyes from her. She looked so much more like herself than when he had seen her the few days previously. She had smiled when they had been together but had been such a sad expression to it that it had hardly been a smile at all. This was how he remembered her.

He had become so transfixed with looking at her while she was laughing that he had forgotten the state that he was still in. He stumbled around and tripped, correcting himself and pulling on a pair of trouser that had been on the top of his dresser. They were the same style as the ones that he had slept in but at least they covered much of his body. He turned back around to face her. He took the opportunity to look at her whilst she was looking away and he could not help but notice how tired she looked. He felt an instant sadness knowing that he had probably been a factor that had caused this. He saw her reach up and hold the pendant that was hung around her neck and he realised that it was her wedding ring that he had sent to her in a letter. A sudden smile formed on his face and he was unable to stop or remove it. He moved towards her.

He did not know why he did it but he could not prevent himself from doing so. He only hoped that she would not turn him away because he felt that he would not be able to bear it if she did. He knew that he would feel an emptiness after she was gone but he did not care. She was here, now. He moved so quickly before she could even notice what he was doing and before she could stop him - he was kissing her. It was not like any kiss that he had had before. When they were young and in Hogwarts, they had been kisses of excitement and the new experience, when they had fallen in love and become engaged to one another, they had been kisses of love and tenderness, knowing that they would be content forever. This was a kiss of desperation and longing. He stepped back before she had the chance to hit him. “I’m so glad that you are here.” He whispered, never wanting this moment to end.

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As her eyes continued to roam his rather boring ceiling, Indra seemed to block out the sounds of him bumbling around his bedroom. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear him coming towards her and therefore feeling his lips upon hers was a true shock - but not a completely unpleasant one. The emptiness in her chest seemed to lessen for just a few seconds, though her heart seemed to tighten considerably. Her hands came to rest upon his shoulders, as if to push him away, but all she did was curl her fingers loosely into a fist. The desperation that exploded within her pushed all thoughts of explaining her appearance to him out of her mind.

And then he was gone. The sadness that surely took over her expression as they parted again showed clearly, but she cracked a small smile in return to his words. "I am thankful that I am here too, Arc," She contemplated saying that he most certainly would not be thankful that she was here once she told him of her news, but in the end decided against it. There was a second of silence, before she stepped forward again, her arms around his neck before she could think about the aftermath of her actions. Without a single thought, she connected their lips again, simply revelling in him.

She didn't dare think of how she would feel once she returned home, back to her bed, knowing that Arcturus would re-marry soon and she would soon be forgotten. She would have to watch on the sidelines as he slipped the wedding ring onto his brides finger, she would have to read the stories in the papers about it for weeks; and all the while knowing that it was her own fault it had happened. She didn't think of those things, instead pouring her soul into the kiss she currently shared with Arcturus, portraying her sadness, her loneliness and her longing all at once. 

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Breaking The News || Indra and Arcturus

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The animal moved towards him quickly and the fear that spread through his body increased. This was it, this was death. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the fatal move. But it did not come. He opened his eyes, surprised to find familiar ones staring back at him, but on the wrong body. He shivered before its jaws opened, finally lurching towards his face—

Arcturus’ eyes shot open. He blinked, trying to clear his eyes so that he could focus on the room around him in the dim light. He frowned, trying to think about what he had just seen. Was that real? It certainly felt real. He sighed, lying back onto the pillow. More often than not, the wolf prowled through his nightmares always ending in the same way. He shut his eyes but it was no use, he could not sleep now. The dreams that he was having were so vivid and real that he could not get away from them throughout the day. He sighed once more and got out of bed, his eyes adjusting to the light. Every night he woke covered in sweat and with ripped clothes and it had become so bad that he had taken to sleeping in loose fitted trousers and nothing else. 

As he stood, he looked down to see that he had ripped yet another pair in the frantic movements that were caused by his writhing nightmares. He frowned and leaned his head against the wooden post around his bed and simply stood there for a moment, the dream coming back to him properly. God, he had made such a drastic mistake. He had gone back to that moment so many times in his mind and there were so many different variations that he had imagined he could change it to. He opened his eyes, trying to shut out the images of that time. There was nothing that he could do. She had not even read his letter and it showed exactly how little she cared about him now. She was finished with him.

He turned around to face his bed and removed the ripped trousers, tossing them aside onto the chair beside him. He suddenly heard the noise that signalled that somebody had appeared into his bedroom. Well, the house elf was certainly going to get a good sight, Arcturus Black naked in his bedroom. “You know-” He had been about to tell the house elf how rude it was to simply appear in his bedroom as he would not know what sight he would find when a voice split the silence in his room. Not just any voice, her voice. He spun around, not thinking about his current state of undress. “Ind-Miss Greyback.” He stuttered whilst staring at her in shock and amazement.

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Indra finally took in Arcturus's appearance with a certain degree of shock, her lips parting slightly in surprise. There had been certain things she had been expecting - Arcturus with a woman perhaps, after all, he'd never seemed to care about the no sex before marriage social rule - but him alone in the nude had not been a scenario she had pictured. A surprised "Oh!" fell from her lips, followed by a giggle that just added to her surprise. She hadn't truly laughed in a while, and considering the circumstances she had come to his chambers for, it was most unexpected. She swallowed briefly, memories of the two of them blocking everything out for a moment. Them lain in bed, his arms around her, his lips on her neck whispering nothings.

Her heart felt as if it was going to explode, but all she could do was giggle. With a deep breath, however, she composed herself. "I do suggest you put some clothing on, Mr Black," She made a brave attempt at not giggling, but eventually failed. She averted her eyes politely, choosing to look up at the ceiling instead. Her stance became more defensive again, but one of her hands raised back up to his ring again. It's presence seemed to comfort her, even now, when she was facing one of the most terrifying things she could possibly do. She took several deep breaths, shocked at her sudden switch in moods. She knew it would only get worse though, if she let her current condition carry on.

How could she explain to Arcturus that she was pregnant? She didn't know how to say it, how to explain the problem to him. It was far too late now, though, to change her mind and just brew a potion to remove the child from her abdomen. Now, she would have to tell Arcturus and let him partially decide what to do, now that she was here in his chambers - disturbing him while he was in the nude. At that thought, another giggle slipped from her lips, to which she covered her lips carefully with one gloved hand. "Are you clothed yet, Mr Black?" She asked after ensuring she would not laugh again.

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Breaking The News || Indra and Arcturus

Indra felt dreadful. Slipping her gloves on, she looked once in the mirror before stalking across the room again. Her shoulders tensed and her expression cold, Indra was horrified that it should happen now, when he had called off the engagement. It was the worst possible time - she would be shamed. She would be disowned, and unable to keep the Greyback name. The thought was enough for her to make her want to hang her head in shame, though she kept her head held high. Her conversation with muggles would also, quite possibly, be enough to remove her from the family...but where else was she to go, when she needed confirmation from a doctor who had no idea of who she was? She simply couldn't go to St Mungos, the shame of it all would be too much.

Though his ring rested on a thin chain around her neck, Indra didn't want to see Arcturus about the matter. It was necessary, however, to decide what they were going to do. Certain potions existed for situations like these, but did she really want to take such drastic measures so soon? However undesirable the thought was, she had to face Arcturus again. Their last meeting had not gone too well, but, assuming he was home, now they would be alone and able to freely talk providing none of his family members walked in. She continued to stalk around the room, one hand resting lightly on her stomach as she tried to build up the courage for what she was about to do.

After finally reading his letter, Indra was ashamed at her actions towards him during their meeting in the pub. She would not admit these feelings of shame out loud, of course, but his letter had made her heart swell. The thought of hearing of his wedding to another was almost too painful for her to dwell upon, but she had so far, managed to avoid thinking of it too often. With one hand still resting upon her stomach, the other coming up to clutch his ring in a fist, she turned on the spot and disapperated - landing directly in his chambers. Feeling exceptionally dizzy, Indra took a second to compose herself before scanning the room for Arcturus. When she located him, she smiled slightly. "Good afternoon, Arc." 

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It's Not Exactly Safe for You To Be Here (Harvey and Indra)

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He felt the floor hit his back in a sort of detached manner, as if he was floating about above the scene, watching himself in that precarious position as the creature growled in his face, felt his eyes screw shut and heard the frantic, desperate thoughts pound through his head as its scorching, damp breath drew ever closer to the rapid pulsing in his neck.

As he was preparing himself for the worst, there was a sudden change in weight on his chest. He chanced a look at the beast, whose head was, for some reasons, pointed up to the sky. Following its line of sight a best he could, he tilted back surreptitiously and found that it was looking up at the moon. This puzzled him greatly. The only known carnivorous mammals found in modern society were werewolves, and this beast matched almost none of its characteristics.

Before he could study it any longer, it bounded off his chest with a great force that caused a bright flash of pain in his torso and ran into the forest, its strong legs sending vibrations through the hard ground long after it was removed from his sight. Groaning softly, Harvey sat up, hand immediately flying to his side as the flash of pain ran through him again, this time settling into a sharp, pulsing ache somewhere in the left side of his rib-cage. Trying to think past the most likely broken rib in his side, he concentrated on the howls and moans he heard, and started in that direction.

He was not following them long before they changed in pitch grotesquely, sounding less like an animal and more similar to a human being screaming in pain. The scientist in him filed this away in his brain, noting that the supposed change from human to wolf must be extremely excruciating; the caretaker in him wanted to get whoever it was some medical attention and fast. Walking half-blind in the dark, he kept moving over tree roots and fallen branches, making too much noise. The pulses were spreading now, through his abdomen and his neck, and he knew he must have broken not one but many ribs for a simple breath to hurt so badly. So concentrated was he on the pain that when he tripped and fell dangerously close to a lightly colored blob in his vision, he merely muttered some semblance of an apology and stumbled back to his feet, slowly trudging towards the werewolf, or so he thought.

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Indra slumped down, sitting in a most unladylike position - after all, there was no need to be so proper in the middle of the night for there was nobody else around -,  her aching causing her to feel incredibly drowsy and she knew that she would have almost no energy to get herself home. It had been a dreadful transformation this time, because of her anger and her hurting heart. The worse she was in the days leading to the full moon, the worse her transformations were. It was something of a miracle that she had not given herself too many injuries, though she was coated in blood. Her dress would need an excellent scourgify charm to purge it of all of the blood.

The silence as she tried to focus on the man in her thoughts was suddenly broken by the sound of someone crashing through the wildlife. Grasping at her wand, Indra pointed it in front of her, too tired to even think about moving. Her lips formed the word lumos without her truly thinking about it, the light a welcome burst as she surveyed her surroundings. Quickly giving it up to be an animal, Indra jumped briefly  when a man appeared out of nowhere and tripped over something, falling flat on his face in front of her. He had muttered something, but Indra wasn't listening really. Because it was him! It was the man she had attacked as the beast.

Immediately, she was conflicted. It was clear the man was badly hurt, and Indra was somewhat skilled with healing charms, but as soon as he could see clearly he would know what she was. She wanted to help, but she didn't want to give up her identity to the man. Making a split second decision, Indra struggled to her feet and shuffled after the man, catching up to him eventually. Everything ached, she could barely lift her arms, all she wanted to do was sleep.

"Sir, you look most unwell. Please, allow me to help you," Her voice was thick with tiredness, but she wanted to help fix the damage she had caused to the unfortunate man. "Please, sir."

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Time Together || Arcturus & Indra [COMPLETE]

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Arcturus looked up once more as Indra spoke of not wishing to have met in such a public place. He could not help but agree as it had been difficult to really discuss such private things when there were so many people surrounding her. He was a little unsure as to whether she would ever want to see him again after than evening, he knew that he had not exactly been gentlemanly to her. He felt disappointed in himself, he had told himself that if he had ever seen her again, he was going to make it clear to her that he regretted the decisions that he had made that night. However, instead he had embarrassed her in public and he had not been clear that he regretted calling off their engagement, more so that he regretted that she had been bitten. He sighed inwardly, unsure as to how he was going to fix all of it. He still could not see a way out of it and it infuriated him greatly. 

He felt as though his heart was going to break through his chest when she leaned over and touched her fingers to his hand. It was such a small and delicate move, easily missed if he had not been concentrating greatly on her but she had done it. He did not know how but even just a small touch from her caused what felt like fire to flow through his veins and he wished with every ounce of his being that they could be married. He lifted his eyes to find hers but as soon as she had touched him, her hand shot back as though he had hurt  her. He frowned, concentrating on her face. He could not work out where she was and what her intentions were, one moment he felt as though he would never see her again and yet the next, he felt as though she still shared his wishes.

When she spoke, he could hear the slight element of unease in her voice and he could sense that she was not comfortable with the situation that they found themselves in. He sat back into his chair, trying to mirror her stance. “I do not know, I suppose I had nothing else to do.” He told her. “And you, Miss Greyback?” He asked, keeping his voice even. He could not stand the formality in their voices, he wished that things could be the same as they had been before. He knew her as well as the back of his own hand and yet anybody looking at them, they would suppose that they had met once or twice before, not that he was unremittingly and breathlessly in love with her. He looked at her once more, hardly able to stand the gap that was ever growing between them.

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Arcturus's expressions baffled Indra, but they firmly backed up what she had already known. He was frowning after she had touched him, and it simply proved that she was foolish to hope he still loved her. Nobody could love a beast, whether or not she was hopelessly in love with him still. Suddenly very angry with herself, and angry at the world, Indra folded her hands in her lap and looked down, not wishing Arcturus to see the anger that she was sure flared in her eyes. She didn't want him to have even the smallest glimpse at the beast; no, the beast was solely for herself. It was her punishment, for her femininity. 

Indra contemplated her words for a while, wondering how she could make it seem as if she wasn't wild and unruly now. Nothing seemed to work for the young woman, so she simply said quietly "I met with a suitor and afterwards I wished for a drink." She chose to leave out his actions, choosing instead just to leave it at that. It had been what she had come for, after all. She had not chosen to come here to have her heart torn apart again, to have her hopes torn down. No, she wanted a drink, and therefore she would have to switch pubs. She could go a shot closer to home, easier to get back if she ended up drunk because of her heart and what it wanted, what it couldn't have. 

To the Leaky Cauldron it was.

Standing slowly, Indra sorted out her dress before looking back down at Arcturus. "I...I must apologise, but I have to return home now. I have only just noticed the time. Goodbye, Arcturus," She said hurriedly without noticing her mistake, before gathering her skirts as she pressed through the crowds of the pub. She turned slightly as she reached the door, sending a final farewell glance over her shoulder to Arcturus before she moved outside, disapperating as soon as the fresh air hit her. 

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Time Together || Arcturus & Indra

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“I-I do apologise, Miss Greyback.” He said quietly, hearing his own voice falter and crack. He shook his head, wishing that he had not come. The meeting that he had imagined in his own mind was obviously not going to happen and he wished that he had never written her the letter. It was obvious that she was now over him and he simply looked foolish for trying to show her that he was truly sorry. She evidently did not care and he felt like a wreck. He wished that he could truly convey to her how he felt and how he wished that he could take everything back. If only he did not know about what she truly was, he could have married her first and then worried about it afterwards. He wished that this had happened instead but how could he change anything now?

He thought of all the women that his family had tried to force upon him and how with each one, he could only think of Indra and how none of them were her. Yes, they were all perfectly lovely in every way but they were not for him. They were for another man that would truly love them, as he loved Indra. He forced a small smile onto his face as she spoke. “Please, do not do me any favours, if you wish to go home, please, I will escort you there and then you do not have to see me again.” He told her carefully. He did not want to convey that she never could see him again, he just wanted to tell her that if that was what she wanted, he would respect that decision.

“I truly am sorry.” He added before putting his head into his hands.

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Indra stayed silent, watching Arcturus in silence for a short period. "No, I do not wish to go home. It is truly delightful to see you again, Mr Black, and I would not wish to cut our time short. I simply wish we could have met in a more private setting, it is unfortunate that we should meet again in such a public place," She spoke her last words in a lower voice, not low enough to be mistaken for a rude whisper, but low enough that the people around them wouldn't be able to identify her words over the loud ruckus of the surrounding bar. To go home would be to face her mother's fury over her latest suitor and what had happened, Indra had no desire to be there. If it meant sitting here, breaking her heart even more, shattering it into pieces that were so small that she could never be saved, she would bear it. 

Reaching across the table, Indra brushed her fingers across one of Arcturus's hands. She had missed his touch, truly missed it, but as soon as she had touched him she pulled her hand back as if she had been burnt. No, Indra, what are you doing? She had thought to herself, anger flowing through her veins. He had moved on, he had broken it off with her for reasons beyond her control. He didn't love her any more, she was being truly pathetic. Dropping her hands back down into her lap, Indra blinked a few times before lifting her hand again to brush a stray hair from her face. "Might I be so bold as to inquire what brings you here, on a day such as this, Mr Black?" Indra asked quietly, her anxiety very obvious in the way that she held herself. Being in his presence was bringing her to an edge, and it truly displeased her.

Don't be so foolish, Indra. 

[the-garden-of-delights]

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How have you changed over the past year? Physically or emotionally.

Indra has grown a lot stronger in the past year, an unwomanly strength. But while her physical health and strength has gotten better, Indra's emotional state has deteriorated. Since Arcturus finished them, Indra became rather twisted and bitter. She also became something of a recluse - she didn't want to leave the house unless it was the full moon or an important social event that she had to go to. She snaps at people easily now, and a true smile is something rare to see upon her lips.

What is something that you used to believe in, but no longer do?

Indra used to believe that all forms of half-breeds were lower than scum. She believed this due to her parents and their indoctrination of their beliefs into her head, but now she is willing to defend half-breeds as much as she can. She will not hear a word against anyone, if they are brought up, and she's willing to argue and talk back to her parents if they do such a thing. Perhaps it would bring shame upon the family, but since she is one now, she doesn't want to let the prejudice continue in the case that her condition was discovered.

If you could spend a day at another age in your life, which age would you pick and why?

Indra would go back to her last year in Hogwarts. She enjoyed her time with Arcturus, sneaking around, and of course the lovemaking. She misses Hogwarts dreadfully. 

How do you feel about self-image? Has it improved or worsened over time?

Indra's thoughts about self image have somewhat worsened. Not because she cares dreadfully about her appearance, but because she doesn't care any more. She doesn't truly care if she goes out into the street without gloves on, or if her dress is a little shorter than most. Her mother's constant complaining that she will never get a husband does nothing to quell these problems, if anything it encourages them, though she never does break the social rules.

If you could start a brand new life, would you?

Indra would start a brand new life. She thinks it would be easier, than having to deal with the pain of transformations and the heartbreak of seeing Arcturus eventually marry someone else. Though she now has his wedding ring firmly on her finger, she knows that he will move on. A brand new life would be much easier, in her eyes. 

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Time Together || Arcturus & Indra

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Arcturus could sense that he had said something wrong, or simply that she had taken what he had said to her in the wrong context. This made him feel incredibly sad as he thought of the time that was not long ago when they knew perfectly well what they meant to each other without even having to put it into words. He thought of the time when a simple look between them would convey their feelings to each other about the matter at hand. Now it seemed that she did not see the pure agony that he was in, simply being in her company. He had longed for the last 3 months to even just see her face and now that he had, he wished that she would never be apart from him again. However, there was another part of him that could see how uncomfortable she was around him and this made him feel even worse, knowing that she felt this way and that he had caused it.

Arcturus felt worse than sad, he felt simply miserable. He was trapped in a situation that he had hoped he would never find himself in and the worst part was that he knew he would never find the courage to stand up to his family. He listened as she spoke to him and he felt her words etching themselves into his brain. He could not change what he had done and he hated himself for it. What could he possibly do to make the situation any better? He knew that she would never forgive him for what he had done and for the first time in his life, he wished that he could leave his home, and forget about Indra. Better yet, he wished that he had never known her as he was sure that it would hurt him a lot less.

“No, Indra!” He could feel the shock that he had said her name out loud in public, especially considering their situation. “Uh, m-miss Greyback.” He corrected himself. “Please do not leave on my account, at least allow me to escort you home?” He asked, hearing the desperation in his own voice and hating himself for it.

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Indra's shock at hearing Arcturus use her full name in a public setting like this kept her firmly in place, her posture stiff and tense as he corrected his actions. Indra kept her head bowed, aware that almost everyone in the pub was staring at them. "That was terribly inappropriate, Mr Black," she spoke quietly, feeling something near to humiliation at the burning stares of the men that surrounded them. As she debated whether or not she wished to go home, or simply to another pub, she noticed the desperation in his voice and paused again. Perhaps she had been too quick in her assumptions that he had just moved on with his life, but she wasn't terribly certain of her thoughts. She was angry, dreadfully angry, but she was also deeply hurt. She previously hoped that whenever he had discovered the beast, he would not react too badly. Instead, here they were. All because of a few scars.

With a quick, definite shake of the head, Indra decided that no, she didn't wish to go home. He was with her now, not another woman that she was almost certain he had now. Arcturus was one of the most desirable bachelors in the country, for him to have stayed single within the last few months was almost too much to hope for.  "I do not wish to go home, Mr Black. Not right now. I will stay," She was suddenly aware of the changes in her voice. She sounded different, but she had never noticed before. Now, being around Arcturus, she noticed a few differences. The first being her voice, the second being the slight twitch she had developed in her hands. Of course, changes in personality didn't need a mention. It was obvious to anyone that had known her before the tragic breakup with Arcturus that she was dreadfully different. 

They just didn't know why. Only Arcturus knew, and still, after their breakup, he held her future in his hands. Just one word, and she would be an outcast.

Her whole future rested on one word, and she hated it.

[harveyridgebit-blog]

It's Not Exactly Safe for You To Be Here (Harvey and Indra)

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The lightheadedness was getting to him, or maybe he did not love only dragons, maybe he loved all the dangerous magical creatures in the Wizarding World and they were going to lock him for being certifiably insane. Regardless of the reasons, Harvey knew he made a risky move as soon as he locked eyes with this… wolf-creature. In his mind, he pushed away thoughts of a werewolf, as this one did not resemble the vague descriptions he’d managed to read.

Risking his life even further, he stood up a bit higher, straightening his back, but also not high enough to top its point of view, lest he be viewed a threat. If it was a wolf, then it would not take to him questioning authority; and it would take a little too kindly to him bowing his neck in submission. Instead, his back straight and eyes on the creature, he took one small step back, hands up and out of his pack, palms facing it, and then leaned forward slightly, enough that his scent would be close enough for it to smell if it wished, but also not forcing himself upon it.

The creature’s eyes were haunting; reflecting so much of the moonlight that they seemed intense and blazing, like a white fire with a sliver of black around the edges. They bore into his own with an almost desperation and he struggled to maintain contact. He searched the two luminous orbs and found something soft in there, something that was hurting and needed to be comforted, and that is what made him open his mouth and speak to it. He’d often spoken to dragons in the past as a way to soothe or cajole or even to rile; but there was denying that those magnificent creatures could understand him. This one he wasn’t sure about, but he had to try, if nothing else.

Speaking lowly and as slow as possible, he whispered, “You are injured, great beast. I can—“ cutting off, he moved back quickly, fear spiking like ice in his veins as the animal roared loudly in displeasure at him, but tamped down on it with a hard shake of his head and kept speaking, looking at its eyes, trying to ignore the frazzled pounding of his heart. “Let me, just let me, I can help,” he said, trying to emphasize with not his words but his eyes, trying to portray it through body language, attempting to soothe as animals do. “Let me help.”

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The beast didn't understand a word that the human was saying. Her confusion caused another loud growl to rip from her throat, and she took another step forward. The human's eye contact was perhaps the only thing keeping it alive, but she was definitely displeased with the human. Just one false move, one false move and it was all over for the gentleman. Pouncing, she pushed him down to the floor with ease, her front paws resting on his shoulders. Bringing her muzzle incredibly close to his face, she growled again, her warm breath hitting his face. She was incredibly displeased with this human, he was an unnecessary addition to her otherwise peaceful night.

Just as the beast snapped her head back to finish the human, the beast caught sight of the moon. It was falling, the night was almost over. Her transformation was almost near, and she knew it. With a whimper, she turned and fled from the human, bounding deep into the forest with light feet. Sure enough, soon after the moon had gone from the sky, and her painful transformation had begun. Her loud, wolfish howls had soon turned into human cries, as she lay naked on the ground. Her limbs ached, and she felt terribly sluggish. She pulled herself up from the floor though, gathering from the darkness of her surroundings that she was close to where she had left her clothing. Surely, she was near the middle of the forest.

She moved quickly. She always did, after her transformations, for all she wished to do was go home and sleep the day away, sleep away her bone deep aches. After eventually locating her wand and dress, Indra clothed herself before sitting down on a rock. She was too exhausted to apparate, and too exhausted to walk. She needed a moment to rest, to collect herself. She was aware of the terrible state that was in regarding her appearance, but surely, the gentleman that she had pounced on had enough sense to run as soon as she had turned and gone. Nobody would see her; she would not bring shame to her family tonight. 

As per usual, she massaged her aching muscles, drawing the hem of her dress up slightly so that she could massage her legs. With her eyes closed, Indra blocked out all sounds of the woodland, thoughts of the man in her head. Who was he, why did he try to speak to her in such a way? His face was somewhat blurred in her memory, perhaps he was someone she had known. Whomever he was, Indra was thankful that she had not committed another unforgivable sin that night. She let her hands drop, surrendering to her curious thoughts of the man.