danger is, i'm dangerous.

[damienstanislav-deactivated2015]

Eyes narrowed in careful contemplation, her words drawing a brittle laugh from the pit of his stomach. How little she knew. They were only desperate for power, for an insatiable need to be above other ladies in Russia. It was an irritation at its finest, a severe test on how his niceties could handle in a position where they were required. “You must know how that is, correct? I am to understand there are plenty of men who will pay gallons for a fiesty, yet beauitful escort. как низко людей опускаться на деньги.” Craning his neck, he looked up towards the moon. A slither of it missing as to proclaim the full moon was not yet upon them. “How strange you are, madam. Your interests are quite perplexing. A sharp contrast to other ladies i have encountered here.” Damien wasn’t disappointed though, far from it. He was more intrigued and baffled by his own agrrement. He enjoys the crisp night air. The way it feels against his skin relaxes him, the cold extinguishing the fire that ripples under his skin and soothes him. It’s a rare moment where he is entirely at ease, the earth no longer spinning with the pressures of his title. With the frigid air whipping against his form it encourages a smile on his face, a rare one; a smile that reaches his eyes.  

[ladyloupgarou]

Slender fingers move up to top of her head as she runs it through her hair and letting it fall back on her shoulders. Abigail rolls her eyes slightly as her eyes looks at fence far across the way of the field. She didn't care much about the insatiable desire that ladies had to be above everyone else. It had to be tiring and boring and had she been any different than whom she was maybe she would have been the same. But without a pureblood mother around to teach that into her, it just didn't happen. "No matter what I told you, you already have an answer in your head and nothing would dissuade you from it I'm sure." One of her eyebrows tilt slightly at the Russian he speaks but she realizes she doesn't much care what he said after the fact. A scoff comes from her lips at his words. She finds it a bit hilarious to be honest. "Is that you version of 'You're not like other women'? I suppose you garner some credit for being able to twist in a different way but then the credit is taken at such an overused pick up line." There's amusement in her tone. Abigail stands up slowly, brushing off any grass that had stuck to her pants after which she slips her hands into the pockets of her jacket. She moves her gaze to him casually as she notices the corners of mouth upturned in a smile. And it isn't one that she's used to seeing on his face. Usually the upturned of his lips is in a smirk adding to the sarcasm that usually drips from his lips. "Enjoying the cold, Damien?"

[damienstanislav-deactivated2015]

Pulling at the fabric of his coat, he tried to vanquish the cold biting at the tip of his lean form. The wind billowed against his back, the nape of his neck frozen despite the collar covering that are of his skin. It was a wonder how she could be sat comfortably out here while the air was crisp, wintry. Noticing the absence of her gaze he moved further till he stood before her, his back blocking the view she had stared at until his intrusion. Breathing in heavily, his eyes inspected her with a curious glance. She appeared more calm, tranquil. At sharp contrast to her usually coarse behavior. “I enjoy escaping from the crowd or public. They can be tiresome when surrounded by them endlessly.” It didn’t help that he was forced to back in Russia, his parents demanding his presence on more than one occasion. Damien had to find a place to seek liberation. “And you?” He asked, his haughtiness astray for the moment.

[ladyloupgarou]

The cold failed to affect her as it did for everyone else. They were all forced to wear multiple layers and heavy jackets, no doubt like the one he was wearing right now. It made it easier for her to be outside for longer when her body temperature was much higher than anyone else. While to others it felt frigid and unbearable, to her it felt nice. It didn't surprise her when he moved to block her gaze. She was well aware of how much he disliked not having the attention on him. Abigail pursed her lips at him but made no intention to move. He was studying her that much she was aware as no doubt she already acting much different than she had in their last encounter. "Especially when they're desperate for one's attention." She mused quietly. She understood the need to get away, until she had visited her parents' graves with her brother, she had been in a particularly bad mood that she had taken out on any stranger that pissed her off. Abigail leans back slightly, running a hand through her hair. "I enjoy being outside from time to time especially when the moon is close to being full of which I was looking at until you decided to block my view." The smallest bit of snark falling into her tone.

[damienstanislav-deactivated2015]

The night had arisen with an ominous wake, the celestial space had become pitch black. The glittering and luminous diamond-like stars had become natural adornments, filling the empty spaces in the dark sky while winking at the passengers underneath them from the endless arch of void-black. There was a blissful sway of grass to the beat of the wind against his pant leg. His focus, however, was fixed on the immobile figure alone in their stupor. With a hint of a smirk teasing the corner of his lips, he drawed closer to where she sat. It wasn’t till his feet stopped next to the figure that he recognized her. “Quite coincidental.” He mumbled under his breath.

[ladyloupgarou]

A breeze of cool air passes over them. The sound of the grass swaying in the breeze and Abigail's hair picks up along with it. Anyone else would shiver because of it but the brunette shakes it off as if it were nothing. She dips her head slightly, looking at him with her peripheral vision. It has been a while since she had seen him when she had stormed out after he had dared to lay a finger on her without her permission and learned that she was not to be toyed with. Her face remains impassive as he stands there. "Didn't think you one for traipsing around fields. I thought you only liked bars and hotels." Her words lack their usual bite as she's in a relatively good mood, for now.

[ladyloupgarou]

Pale green eyes gaze at the sky above. It's late possibly around eight or nine at night. Stars shine in the sky but nothing as bright as the moon overhead. Abigail can feel it. Deep down inside there is a tingling sensation that tells her it's close, so close. Soon the moon will be wholly and truly full and soon she'll be free to embrace her nature that lies deep beneath the beautiful face that many see. She's sitting in the grass of field, her knees bent up to the sky and her elbows resting on top she sits. And it seems she's almost distracted but with how keen her senses are because of her werewolf nature, it isn't hard for her to hear another approaching. Abigail doesn't turn her head to look at her companion instead continuing to stare up at the sky.

[charles-avery-deactivated201505]

A Day To Never Forget ✦ Abigail & Charles

He hated that day. Everything about it. What it meant     he hated it. Staring at the tomb, their names engraved against the stone. The malice began to settle in him again. A reminder washing over his bones, the contempt renewed in his thoughts. They had done this. They had taken away something so precious, so dear to him. The two people he had barely begun to associate with on a deeper level. Charles had only been a child. A small toddler stumbling around when they’d been ripped from his life. A damage that couldn’t be replaced settled over him that day. Taking them away had taken away a piece of himself.

Charles could hear the faint laughter traveling through the wind from a building not too far down the road. He could hear people erupting in cheer, joyous smiles painted on their faces. There was a celebration. Everyone was in a lightened spirit. Drunkards were singing with drowsy glee and families sat in rooms together, enjoying the comfort of one anothers company. How truly pitiful it must appear. They all had each other; a loving family to be cherished by. And here he sat cross legged on the ground before a pile of dirt that held the only love he received. Staring at the tombstones with glazed eyes, Charles wondered where to even begin. What all could he speak to the dead days after the date of their death? “Well, here we are again.” 

[ladyloupgarou]

Anger. It swelled in her heart as she stared down the marked tombstones. For years it had just been sadness. Tears shed in depression and desperation. The wish to have them back. To have the day reversed and stop it from ever happening. To stop those damned muggles from taking away what had been most precious to her and Charles. Children needed their parents. They needed to have been raised by the two people who had brought them into this world. They needed love and affection to survive. They had deserved it all, but they hadn't deserved to lose their parents at a such a young age. An age when they had been so innocent. The idea of blood purity and war still unknown to them. Charles had only been a toddler and Abigail a little girl with brunette pigtails and all the energy and happiness in the world. A literal ball of sunshine, until it had been taken from her. Not until she had lost not just one, but both of her parents and shunned by what was supposed to be her extended family. They should have been taken care of. They should have been taken in and not forced into orphanages and school. Never to have parental figures in their life again.

All the sadness she had felt in her heart was replaced with anger and hatred. Abigail hated this place. She hated the sight of the marble stone of her parents' names and she hated that she struggled to remember them sometimes. Hard to remember her own mother's face, the perfume she wore and the sound of her voice. The strength of her father as he used to throw her into air as child and little Abigail would squeal in delight. It was all too distant and it brought a renewed sense of rage into her heart that dared to erupt at any minute if she wasn't careful. It was harder these days with her werewolf traits, to control her emotions when she felt something so significantly like now. She growled quietly as the boot of her heel kicked against the dirt in front of her. She was standing next to Charles as he sat. She was unsure at how to respond to his words. Her ears perked at the sound of merriment of a nearby building. No doubt she could hear it louder than her brother could. "It's too loud out here, I hate it." She had half a mind to rid the nearest building of it's merriment and joy.

[amaragrace]

Do you realize that I don’t care?

[ladyloupgarou]

"Do you realize that I wasn't speaking to you?"

[damienstanislav-deactivated2015]

"Interesting that you would pick a ball to use as a ridicule. Were you not the most ardent woman in attendance this past fall? My memory serves to produce images of you extravagantly dressed in a gown for your date. Or would the correct term be escort? A more pertinent term in relation to you. Don’t you agree?" He drawled out his words slowly, emphasis being placed on specific words. His mannerism were fleeting in the moment as another objective arose. A simple ambition to further his amusement through eliciting sparks of anger from her.

There was a low, cannibalistic sound coursing through the air. Overshadowing the sound of a crack as she twisted his hand inordinately so. It provoked his own anger, yet only astonishment shined in his eyes for a brief fragment of time. Quite a grip she had, how strange. Regardless of the enlivened pain when doing so; he wrenched his hand from her grasp. The heat evacuating from her fading touch as quickly as it had come. “How pitiful it would be to lose a hand. Though, i daresay it would come at the cost of your own life.” Rubbing his wrist, he refrained from making any more attempts for the time being. 

[ladyloupgarou]

Abigail rolled her eyes. It was like he always look for some connection, another way to spin his words, years of manipulation no doubt present. But she suspected all such charms and manipulations had been used against against others, especially women that were not like her. Women that wouldn't fight back at his words or advances. "Hardly, I was just there for the free drinks." Abigail clucked her tongue quietly, "There you go again, making assumptions. I do hope you learn for your sake, that making such without knowing the full story will end badly for you." That night had been fleeting, utterly boring in her memory. Indeed she had arrived with a man that night, but whose name she could not remember as the second they made into the Great Hall, she had slipped away. "I was and am no man's toy for him to parade around when he needs a confidence boost." No amount of pretty dresses, showers of money and wealth, could hold her. Many a man had tried and failed to keep her, thinking that their wealth would entice her all like the rest, but once she was done and bored, she moved on.

The temptation to squeeze and crush his wrist with just the strength of her fingers was hard to overcome. A simple crack was all that was need to send a wave of pain through him, a howl of pain of that would escape his lips and be like music to her ears. Luckily for him, he had been smart enough to wrench his wrist free and not allow her too long to entertain the idea of snapping it. A second growl wanted to escape her at his words but she contained it, already showing too much of her animalistic nature already. The more she was around him at this second, the more she wanted to tear out his throat but even she knew that wouldn't be a good idea. Leaving half a glass of whiskey on the bar, Abigail, in one fell swoop, stood from her chair and slipped her jacket on and pulled her hair out of the leather. She began to walk away, exiting the Leaky Cauldron. Merlin, did she have the deepest desire to raze a muggle village right about now.

[frankensteinmd]

[damienstanislav-deactivated2015]

"The likes of me?" He laughed, barely audible over the roar of citizens. "I’ve forgotten myself. I should remember my status in comparison to yours. Its not entirely acceptable of me to be speaking with those associated in the lower class," he said, suddenly aware of the horde of people in the bar. Eyeing the crowd around them, he straightened. Putting a serious look on his face. A hint of a smirk dangerously playing at the corners of his lips. They could be watching, shadows in the corner, assessing his every interaction. Damien had been sent here for a reason. One he had done well to disregard; choosing rather to spend his time with more entertaining endeavors.

He cocked an eyebrow. Refraining from speech as he watched her turn her body away from his own. His eyes held quiet amusement, her actions providing far more gaiety than he thought he’d receive today. Cupping her chin, he forced her to gaze back upon him. “I know enough, Abigail” His voice was low, carnal.

[ladyloupgarou]

"Then remember yourself and run along? Surely there are plenty of air headed heiresses you can woo? Don't you have a boring ball to attend where people are clamoring to kiss your feet?" It was obvious his enjoyment at annoying her. His amusement increasing with every second. It angered her that he saw her as nothing more than something to amuse himself with when he felt like it. It made her fingers curl dangerously around the glass, any more pressure and it would snap into a thousand pieces. It took too long for her to finally release it as the bartender came over and refilled her glass. Abigail breathed out, trying to calm herself and failing to not let him get under her skin. It was hard with her emotions, especially anger heightened because of her werewolf nature.

Abigail had focused her attention on an old bottle of whiskey sitting on the wall behind the bar. Anything to distract her away from the man beside her. But then she felt fingers on her chin, cold to the warmth of her skin and he yanked her gaze back to his. Anger flashed in her eyes and there was growl that escaped her throat at him. She brought her hand up to his, wrenching her chin free and twisting his hand roughly. She was stronger than she looked and he would realize this. "You do not touch me, unless I allow it. For what you may think you know does not give you the right or my permission. Do that again and you'll lose a hand."

[damienstanislav-deactivated2015]

"Is that your intention now? It was unclear, considering you haven’t bothered to stray from this exchange." Damien wasn’t blind. Any fool could see that he had tested his limitations with her. The woman held contempt behind her gaze, yet not willing to unleash it. The only heat coming from her was that which was radiating off her skin. A burning cauldron to touch, dangerous enough to burn a man’s hand. "ерунда. I know you very well.” His eyes skimmed over her form, remembering the touch of her skin against his. Fire fusing with ice in a drunken night of passion. It entertained him to see her abstain now after their second encounter. 

[ladyloupgarou]

"I was here first, it's only fitting that you are forced to leave. I came here to drink and forget not be forced to converse with the likes of you." She didn't want to think about her parents and not being able to go to their grave with her brother and she most certainly didn't want to think about the pompous asshole next to her. She wasn't going to allow him to make her mood worse, she wouldn't give him that satisfaction, so Abigail remained cold in her gaze, a stark contrast to the warmth that always radiated off her skin. "You only think you do. But you've barely scratched the surface." Abigail downed the rest of her glass as she turned her gaze forward again staring at the wall behind the bar.

[damienstanislav-deactivated2015]

"You’re quite pleasant this evening, Abigail." In Damien’s world, everything had a place. There was a hierarchy. Things fit. Even a man with Damien’s vast power could be humble, because he was raised to only resort to pleasantries. It was a way of maintaining peace, keeping a civil nature to proceed with one’s own desires. Except, he recently found, that despite his courteous upbringings, demeaning others was amusing. "Appears, with your list of mistakes, you still have much to learn then." 

[ladyloupgarou]

"I must not be trying hard enough to make you go away if you think me pleasant this evening." There were many things she could do to make him go away, but most of which involved her bashing his head against the bar and walking away but she had a feeling that would stir up more trouble than it was worth. He wasn't worth her true wrath. For now she would stick to her words and try not to think about punching him in the face every time he used her full name. "And you are making the mistake of presuming to know me, Damien."

[damienstanislav-deactivated2015]

"Problem, Abigail? Can you not handle the presence of those whom are above you? Disappointing, but expected from your type.” Damien gave the woman a curt smile, nodding as the bartender set his glass in front of him. Taking a sip, he cocked a brow at her. “Though, i do remember you had contravene thoughts the other night.” 

[ladyloupgarou]

"The problem only started the minute you walked in the door, Damien. Oh I can handle you just fine, I do believe I handled you even better the other night. But do I want to handle you and your annoying presence? No I think I'll pass." She brought the glass up to her lips and took a sip. "Well we all make mistakes, but I've learned from mine."

[scarecarrow-blog]

"You’re not too chipper yourself, are you?" With an eyeroll, he lifted two fingers casually in the air, to call the bartender over. "Vodka," Amycus stated without a blink of the eye, and leaned against the bar, conversationally, with his own glass in hand. "I heard you’re running with a Russian these days, Avery." 

[ladyloupgarou]

"I have plenty of reasons to be not be chipper, Carrow. Besides anyone who is happy all the time is a complete nutter" There was a scowl on her face as she looked at him halfway. Abigail placed her elbows on the table. She scoffed loudly at his words and the mere mention of that asshole. "Please, that pompous prick? You really should find better sources for your information."

[scarecarrow-blog]

"Well, I’m not in the mood to buy you a drink, Abigail.” 

[ladyloupgarou]

"Well you must be in the mood to be an annoying little pissant. Either that or you're deaf and didn't hear what I said."

[damienstanislav-deactivated2015]

"Certainly, мадам.” Leaning against the counter, he signaled for the bartender to bring them two whiskey’s. 

[ladyloupgarou]

The bartender quickly poured their whiskeys and slid them to them. Abigail gripped hers immediately, looking at him at of the corner of her eye. "Thanks. You can go now."

[ladyloupgarou]

"Unless you're going to buy me a drink then I'm not in the mood for your company right now."

[zamomattell-deactivated20210423]

i sort of found someone in myself that was more than i expected