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Alecto Carrow Snake | | Twin Death Eater You will kneel before me. Brother Dearest

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[carrowedaway]

-sharing in her enjoyment in merely speaking of such acts, he stands. Lanky arms and legs unfolding from the too small stool. Without a word, he pauses in wait for her to join at his side, a silent suggestion that words and promises become action, and blind faith that she will follow, goes unquestioned. Their best communication had always seemed to be in the unsaid. Although, his fingers find the underside of her elbow anyway, and unconsciously draws her up and towards him, always, always closer.-

-at her words, his mouth runs dry and he licks his lower lip before finally allowing himself to meet her eye once more. Her withdrawal from his own dismissal sends a sharp pang that he chooses to push aside for the time being.-

So selfless. Especially after it was your insistence that I not seek out such filthy rendezvous.  I wouldn’t dare to presume you’d treat such a wayward brother with kindness. -he remarks, sounding serious despite the smile that tugs on one corner of tight lips, cold eyes flickering with heat at the image of her teasing pout-

[keepcalmandcarrowon]

[It's a simple enough manner, the art of standing - feet placed firmly upon the ground, chin up, back straight (her mother's voice drilling into her those years in their childhood of etiquette and deportment ingrained into her very movements, to this day), but when Amycus enters the equation, her limbs feel like they're on marionette strings, so easily does he command her actions. Not that she would ever complain when she does so enjoy it.]

[She stands but a hair's breadth from her brother for a moment  before taking the required step forwards, (propriety in such a public establishment is a must - no need to set tongues wagging, after all) her eyes meeting his daringly as she brushes past.] 

Maybe dear brother, if I were to leave you to fend for yourself after your liasion had come back to bite you on the arse, [A slight scrunch of her nose at the vulgar word] I'd doubt you'd survive the night. And one may say I am heartless in terms of others - but my own flesh and blood? [My soul, she adds silently, tipping her head as she observes him, allowing him to draw his own conclusion as she extends her hand to him.] Amy, I am not that callous - cruel, yes, but callous? I'd merely allow you to learn your lesson, before acting the part of nursemaid. Come now - we are burning darkness.

[carrowedaway]

-he grins, amused instantly by the dismissal- Exactly. And should the remains never be found again, they might be spared from witnessing our destruction. Ignorance is bliss. They should thank us for having the decency to clean after ourselves, really.

Are you sure, sister? Intentions of the filthiest kind seem to draw the deepest moans.  -he teases, eyes snapping from the light yet burning touch on his arm to her eyes, gauging her reaction. But the next moment his curious and covetous gaze turns cold, and he looks away from her enthralling features for the first time since the start of their conversation. His eyes glance around, shifting at the sudden stifling sense that they are in a very public and popular avenue-  Besides, could you even play the part of concerned nurse convincingly enough?

[keepcalmandcarrowon]

[She hums an agreement, bristling with an excited energy that can barely be contained in her body, at the thought of the sport that awaits the pair of them once they depart from this barely tolerable establishment, in which filth mingles with filth and which she can barely stand to linger in.] 

Really? I suppose I'll have to keep that in mind then, brother dearest.[His gaze electrifies her, and she dares to let the touch linger until suddenly his eyes are ice, and she allows her own gaze to shutter closed, fingers curling into a fist before she draws her hand away to rest on the surface of the bar.] 

I've played the part of the doting daughter, the proud pureblood, the devoted servant - one more title to add onto my growing collection, surely wouldn't go amiss. Have you no faith in my ability that, should I choose to do this, nurse you back to health my dear Amycus? That I could not care for you in such a way? You wound me so. [She pouts, maybe a tad mockingly at her brother.]

[carrowedaway]

And finally, someone speaks sense. Straight from the lips of a goddess. -he leans forward in interest, lips curling in devilish delight at the suggestion- Oh, but people go missing all the time. What’s one mysterious disappearance amongst many? Nothing flamboyant about that. -he winks before quickly finishing off the last his drink-

Besides, why risk some disease?

[keepcalmandcarrowon]

Flatterer. [She rolls her eyes (not fondly, oh no, one could never mistake such a soft emotion to come from the female Carrow) and presses her fingertips lightly to her chin in a manner akin to pondering.]  England's a large place - and it's so easy to misplace a person, is it not? An elderly woman here, a screaming infant there.. Such a terrible misery. [She won't stop the smirk that rises to her features, nor the slightly feral gleam that shines in her eyes at the thought of bloodshed (even if it's of a most tame sort).]

Better to keep your liasions amongst those with more...  [She pauses, before bringing her hand down to his arm and lightly pressing her fingertips to it.]  ... Pure intentions. I fear that I would not suit a Healer's robes, were you  to become afflicted with some filth's taint.

[carrowedaway]

One bad thing about this graduating business is, the entertainment suddenly grows scarce. Hmph. The next person who supplies me with a decent way to pass the time gets a drink.

[keepcalmandcarrowon]

I have a strong urge for some muggle-baiting, if you've the time and the stomach brother dearest. He may have forbade flamboyant acts to draw the other side's attention, but we are more than capable of subtlety, are we not Amycus? 

Otherwise, I'm sure you can find some tolerable harlot in this godforsaken dump to while away an hour or two of your time between some questionable sheets.

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