dust and bones.

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Fenrir, Cassius, Evandrus

“An interesting one, to say the least.”

Fuck: Cassius, if I had to choose. Don’t tell him, though, his ego’s already swollen enough.

Marry: I suppose I have to choose Greyback for this, don’t I? It would be like owning a pet.

Kill: Mulciber. I can’t say I’d be committed to him leering at me from a marriage bed or one night stand otherwise.

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cassiusselwyn:

“A woman after my own heart.” Cassius smiled and glanced over at the other man. “It’s a party, lighten up a bit.” 

"Why would I lighten up for a mission?” Alexander deadpanned, his eyes flashing a discreet warning. “You do remember that’s why we’re here, don’t you, Selwyn?”

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cassiusselwyn:

“No but I’m sure she has already found her first victim for the night. She’s probably off torturing them in some bathroom.” Cassius answered as he sat down his glass. “Where is your darling wife? Isn’t she joining us for the party?” 

"Charming,” Alexander commented with an aggravated sigh. The entire affair of tonight’s proceedings had been Bellatrix’s idea, of course, but Alexander couldn’t help but worry that she’d let her bloodlust get the best of her. Sometimes, Alexander privately thought, it would be better off to keep Bellatrix and Fenrir on very short leashes.

“Who knows where my darling dearest is; likely sucking the bone marrow from an innocent to preserve her youth. Something to that degree.”

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cassiusselwyn:

Cassius was enjoying himself. It was nice not to hide his true nature, even if the stupid muggles at the party thought it was part of his costume. There were so many possible victims for the night, but Cassius reminded himself to slow down and take it easy. He sat by the bar, pretending to sip from a wine glass. As he watched a few of the dancers on the dance floor. 

“Selwyn,” Alexander murmured gruffly, weaving his way between two giggling, shrieking girls in matching cat costumes who had tried to drunkenly dance against him. Muggles were a fucking sight, weren’t they? “Have you seen the Lestranges lately? I’ve lost sight of Bellatrix. Again.”

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ALEXANDER BARRETT as…HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK

“One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.”

There lives a prince of darkness, who has only his mind and its ghosts for companions. He is ostracized and isolated from his peers, trapped in the confines of his own misery. The truth torments him, a harsh murmur at the base of his mind with every breath he takes. Corruption rots through his kingdom, sinking him further into a tangled mess of lies, deceit, and murder. Blood stains his throne, its gory imprint forever smeared onto the base of his crown, which is close to shattering in half.

He is slipping and fading; a hairbreadth away from losing the title that makes him a god among men. And when he falls...there is no telling what method of madness he will succumb to.

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visaliavicario:

“Mmm… believe me, I knew it wouldn’t be. How did my role in the whole thing go without me?”

"Fine, I suppose, though you seem to be under the belief that a cover operation couldn’t function without your presence.” Alexander cocked his head slightly, intrigued by the notion. “Why is that?”

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tsarinatatiana:

While Tatiana had only meant to assist a supposed stranger by igniting the tip of her wand for him, she had inadvertently managed to reveal his true identity in the process, and - a stranger he was not. As her holly and unicorn hair wand glowed bright and fervent, it illuminated the face of the man towering over her, even in the dimness of the half-abandoned bookstore and despite the hood of his cloak that he had pulled over his head. This…this wasn’t a random passerby that she had run into on a whim, this was Alexander Brighton, the man with the Dark Mark whose life she had saved a month prior. He stood in front of her now, on his feet and seemingly much more hale and healthy than he had been the night she had found him, and Tatiana’s breath caught in the back of her throat, blue-green eyes opening doe-eyed as she realized that he was still as darkly, strikingly handsome as she had remembered. And just like that, she was reacting the way that she always did - out of pure instinct, and without thinking first.

“Big - big man!” she exclaimed shakily, her voice cracking due to just how immensely overwhelmed she was, and without further ado, Tatiana flung all five feet of herself at Alexander in a flurry of bouncy blonde curls and red velvet, and she tossed her tiny arms around his middle and buried her face in the warmth of his broad and muscular chest. For a moment she just clung onto him like a small child would, eyes squeezed shut as if in reverent prayer, but then she was letting out a startled little gasp and squirming against him as she remembered something incredibly important - his wound. “Oh, oh, big man, Tatia just needing being check - she needing see - “ she began breathlessly as she untangled her arms from around his waist in favor of fretting with his heavy, clearly well-made cloak, lifting up the expensive tailored fabric and pushing it to the side with her tiny little hands before doing the same with the shirt that he wore underneath it. Shakily, tentatively, she revealed his midsection to her, and her big, worried eyes scanned over the side of it for any sign that his previous injury had taken a turn for the worse. But it was okay…there was no hint of an infection, just a faint amount of scarring that now spanned the side of his lower abdomen, and Tatiana let out a sigh of relief as she lightly dusted her delicate little fingers along his skin, feeling the warmth of it and relishing in the fact that this time when she was touching him he wasn’t on the verge of bleeding to death.

“Is - is all better!” she breathed happily, looking up at him again with a bright and sunny smile before smoothing out his shirt and his robes like a fretful cat soothing its kitten, and she wasted no time in tossing her arms around his middle once more with a small sigh as she rested the soft, creamy apple of her cheek up against his chest. “Tatia so relieved.”

If Alexander had been concerned with whether or not young Tatiana would recognize him after their rather unfortunate and unnatural run in with one another at the Order’s black and white ball a month or so ago, his fears and thoughts were almost immediately quieted. The young girl’s rather violent, overwhelming reaction to realizing Alexander was the mysterious man she’d just aided was enough to nearly knock the Death Eater off his feet. He was so used to people acting cold, distant, and reserved around him by nature; so to have this tiny fluff ball of blonde curls and rosy cheeks throw herself at him like an eager schoolgirl was...unusual and completely new territory, to say the very least.

She was new territory for him, as a matter of fact.

“Yes, but maybe we should just--” Alexander began in a hushed voice, desperate with every intent to lower her voice and keep them as inconspicuous as possible, but then the Mudblood was touching him, and it was growing increasingly difficult to breathe. His chest constricted painfully tight against his rib cage, and his heart threatened to burst forth through his chest cavity and fall right onto the floor between them. Her hands were all over him, searching and pleading in their intent to discover the full extent of his injuries and recovery following the masquerade ball incident. Unable to do anything to deter the girl as she flailed around like a fretful hen, Alexander finally settled for grabbing the dainty blonde by her shoulders and tugging her down the hall and behind a bookcase. They would be safe and hidden here until he could sort out whatever--this was.

“What are you doing here?” he managed to say, and then she was hugging him, and the action was so foreign--so decidedly intimate and affectionate that Alex felt his vision blur and the ground shift beneath him. He needed clarity, he needed--fuck, he didn’t even know what he needed. Some time alone to reflect, perhaps? A panic room, even? “Are you alone?”

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top 5 places to avoid your dear wife

“Ah, finally. Something I can get behind.”

My study

The Blanche Barrett Estate library

The estate gardens

The undisclosed location of a small, quaint seaside town in Ireland my mother was raised in

The heart of London

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visaliavicario:

“The Order in the Ministry? I guess it was a good thing I did not show up. Oops.”

“Don’t sound too eager, it wasn’t nearly as entertaining as one would think.”

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phillipkingsbury:

“I hear ‘Lumos’ is good for fixing that.” Phillip couldn’t help himself. Despite the fiasco of his Agrippa Award ceremony day, he’d been in a much better mood than usual. Perhaps it was the fact that he’d managed to get out of the Ministry of Magic while it was on lockdown for an Order of the Phoenix infiltration. That sort of thing was a confidence booster the likes of which he’d rarely felt. That alone was enough to make him positively chipper

Perhaps it was also the renewed sense of purpose he’d found on the heels of receiving the award. Though his meeting with the MRC had been a quantifiable disaster, it had given him a good deal to think about, which had in turn given him a new perspective on his current pursuits. Thus he found himself amiably quipping at a stranger as he browsed for the volume he was looking for. “I understand what you mean, though. This shop alone accounts for probably fifty percent of my failing eyesight.”

“Aside from pointing out the obvious, I’d say you’re right,” Alexander commented sourly, flipping through a book at random he’d selected from the shelf. He didn’t want to attract too much unwanted attention--such as this gentleman who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere--so he kept his wand hidden from now. He was a lot safer than the Half-bloods and Mudbloods who prowled the streets of London unmarked, to be sure, but indiscretion was key to his plans.

“Perhaps someone should have a discussion with the shop owner,” he continued, turning to look at the man sharing the aisle with him. “Shall I hold him down while you provide a lecture on the benefits of wizarding eletricity and proper lighting?”

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tsarinatatiana:

Despite the fact that Wizarding London wasn’t exactly the safest of places to be scurrying around even in the middle of the day, Tatiana Valentina was doing exactly that. Her search for a cookbook, magical or otherwise, had led her into an almost-abandoned looking bookshop that she had never seen before; it was dimly-lit and a little dusty, but otherwise charming, and the young witch didn’t even mind the fact that she was forced to cover her mouth and sneeze every five or so minutes. If she didn’t find what she was looking for here, then she would have no choice but to return back to Grimmauld Place, sorely lacking the recipe for something called gumbo - a dish that she had never heard about before but Saria had praised it as being one of her favorite dishes from back home. She wanted to do something nice for her closest friend, something to make up for the most recent mission at the Ministry that hadn’t gone according to plan, and Tatiana firmly believed that the best way to do that was through her stomach.

As desolate as the bookstore seemed, Tatiana was immensely relieved to realize that she wasn’t alone. Looking up at the shelves near the back of the store was a tall, broadly-built man whose face she couldn’t quite make out due to the hood he had pulled up and over his head; it might have seemed a little sinister to anyone else, a mysterious stranger hissing to himself in the dark, but to Tatiana it was just another opportunity to make a new friend. “Here, here, Tatia help!” she chirped happily as she scampered towards the man who was seemingly a stranger, and in her ruby-red and velvet, satin-lined cloak, she might as well have been Little Red Riding Hood on her way to meet the Big Bad Wolf. Offering the incredibly tall man a sweet, friendly smile, she withdrew her springy little wand from her cat-shaped purse and gave it a hopeful flick of her wrist. “Lumos - lumos!” she insisted rather breathlessly, and with another persistent shake of her wand, the tip of it finally ignited, sparking only once before it filled the dim bookstore with its bright glow. “There! Is much better, nyet?”

Alexander didn’t want to attract much attention to himself, hence why his wand stayed securely fastened at its place within his cloak. A simple “Lumos” spell would shed some light on the situation, obviously, but the more inconspicuous he could present himself, as he wasn’t exactly out on official Death Eater business, then the better. He was merely following a hunch--something he’d been wondering ever since Inspection Day at the Ministry; it was a thought with a possible dead end he wanted to follow to fruition as privately as possible.

And then, like a strange gift from a nameless, masochistic angel, he heard that voice. The voice that had been haunting him for weeks. That of his savior, who came to him in flashes of curly blonde hair and wide, hopeful eyes. A Mudblood with too much trust to give and too much innocence to lose. A flash of light protruding from the tip of her wand illuminated her face, and when Alexander turned instinctively to face her, he took in the full scope of her round, soft face.

“Better,” he said finally, his fingers clutching onto a book on prophecies. He wondered if she recognized him; if she remembered him and the strange night they’d shared together. He wondered if she remembered his Mark. “A little light on the subject provides one with a bit of...clarity.”

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In a lonely magical bookshop on the edge of London, with only a handful of clients who scurried in and out of its tight quarters each and every day, Alexander Barrett perused the shelves, searching for something that would give him insight into an ability that had become of recent...interest to him.

“Blasted lighting in here is made for a bat,” he hissed under his breath, drawing his hood up and over his head to further disguise himself, lest his beloved wife or one of her rats find him here.

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sariaxxyoung:

Saria felt goosebumps roll across her skin in cold, chilling waves. The feeling was unpleasant - like bitting into a popsicle or the cringing feeling of when nails dragged down a chalkboard, though it was familiar all the same. It was what it felt like when a vision was making it’s way into her mind, yet this time, she didn’t feel her eyes roll back into her head, nor the ground rush up to meet her. Yet, the flash of heat that followed when the images ran through her third eye never came, and instead she was left with the impending feeling of ice. It was mere seconds after she turned to look over her shoulder that the Seer felt her shoulders tense and her arms encircle her body, hugging herself tightly as she  swallowed the nervousness that rose in her throat. She didn’t like this feeling. 

Suddenly, Saria felt more worried than she had before. Yet the witch remained clueless of the fact that the stranger - who didn’t look quite so strange, but that could have been from the hundreds of faces she’d seen thus far - slithering along the crevices of her mind. Saria had no reason to hide her thoughts, nor had she ever been worried about someone slipping past her thoughts and into the swirl of her Second Sight and smatter of childhood memories. It was because of this that she didn’t understand why she felt worried. Carina Bailey was a full-proof alias, one with records and new ties to both MACUSA and the Ministry that it was practically seamless. No one knew who she was, nor that she wasn’t who she was supposed to be.

“R-right.” Saria nodded, blinking hard as she felt his eyes lock onto hers in what could have been a death grip. “I-I know I ain’t supposed to be here, I… the door was open, so I-I thought someone might be around to h-help me find where I’m supposed to be and all that.” Her grip on her briefcase flexed, pressing it closer to her chest within the circle of her arms. Luckily, the contents remained unassociated with her mission at hand. She’d yet to make it to her appropriate location, what with Tatia and her lack of navigation. The Order was safe, but…

Saria swallowed a second time, all too conscious of the stare that felt like it was boring holes into each freckle on her skin. “No i-interest, M-mister. I got my fill of all that kinda stuff. Just lost. I don’t wanna mess with stuff that I don’t… I should probably get on outta h-here.”

Alexander was hungry; starving, even. There was something about peering inside of someone’s mind that left a gnawing desire that dug a hole deep within his core--it was a need that could never be filled, no matter how many memories he stole and collected. He was also no fool, despite what people like his wife would otherwise think of him; there was something peculiar about this young woman’s presence down here today. She certainly didn’t seem lost in the sense an innocent soul might be; if Alexander didn’t know any better, he might have even thought she was looking for something.

Peculiar, the energy radiating off of this woman in waves. Oh, how he ached to rip her mind open and dig through her memories, shuffling through them until he found what he was looking for. His eyes flickered towards the briefcase in her hands, which the witch was clutching protectively to her chest. Alexander’s mind tap, tap, tapped against her own, lost in thought and contemplation as he connected the case to the woman clinging to it for dear life.

“Have secrets of your own you’d like to add to the collection down here?” Alexander asked cautiously. It was a test; if she acted nervous, she was definitely up to no good. If she seemed confused, she would be off the hook. Of course, there were a thousand ways to read someone else’s emotions...

“No.” Alexander said--short, sweet, and simple. The curious talon that had been poking through her mind shifted into a large, clawed hand. He reached for her mind with a persistent tug, clamping his entire fist around her mind in an effort to try and lock her into place. “Leaving so soon? Why, you haven’t even told me the real reason you’re here today. Or do I have to pry it out of you?” His mind squeezed, ever so slightly, down on the hold he had over her mind. His voice was soft, like wooden chimes on a gentle breeze, as he attempted to goad information out of her. “Come now, we’re safe down here--and friends tell each other the truth, do they not? So, who do you work for?”

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ginevramollywexsley:

“Well, I am in a bit of a rush, so I guess you’ll have to excuse me.  Not all of us have guarantees on our jobs. Really, I do apologize. The Commissioner is just a very… needy man.”

"Perhaps not, but your guarantee of having a job decreases with the lack of respect you show to your superior officers. Come, we’ll go and visit the Commissioner together.”