[necrosier]

                    ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒                                𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

                                                𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑                                                ✧ 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 ✧

             ∙ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 ∙ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ∙ 𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐒 ∙ 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ∙ 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ∙ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ∙

                          𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑻𝑬 - in association with 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑰𝑼𝑴𝑭𝑴                                           in this house we are 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈 jkr

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@necrosier ft. one curious fashionista

"excusez-moi, monsieur...care to indulge me for a moment?" accent rolling off the tongue as arm crossed over body, elbow falling to back of hand as free hand ran circles of doubt and analyzation over his jawline. crystal blue gaze cutting, like glass into the folds of deep velvet robes that hung on the mannequin in the display he was currently pondering over. oh hogsmeade, how glorious a place for even the most hidden of gems. "⎯ do you suppose this goes with my skin tone? you see, it's berry in color and while that is normally reserved for winter tones, i do believe the shade best favors that of a spring...and of course i can not see it on myself from out here but i'd loathe to waste the shopkeep's time on false narratives. what do you think?"

[necrosier]

last thing avan really enjoyed doing was clothes shopping – he'd put it off as one of the last things he would buy if he could. finding the whole process rather tedious – not to mention the overwhelming sensory issues that could come from the sheer adventure itself. so when he was addressed by a nearby shopper, the last thing he ever imagined he'd be asked was... well everything that came out of the man's mouth.

about to respond he opened his mouth to speak but just as quickly clamped lips shut as he thought on the question yet again, wanting to make sure he understood it to the best of his ability. still he softly chuckles as he shakes his head, face rather apologetic as he spoke, "listen, mate, i'm in no way a bloody fashionista but uh..." licking over lips he looked to the dark red berry robes, nodding at the thought, "yeah, you can definitely pull these robes off bloody well in my opinion.. i don't know what spring an' winter have ta do with it though but... it's definitely thick enough ya could wear it in the winter... might need another layer depending on how much it snows."

[daniel-bruehl]

RAHUL KOHLI as Sheriff Hassan MIDNIGHT MASS | S01E01

[necrosier]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈:     𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁   𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂.

𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌,

gaslights.   corsets.   ballrooms.   candlelight. mist.   starless  nights.   full   moons.   cobbled  streets.   horse-drawn  carriages.   mysterious  strangers.bogs.   moors.   forests.   mountains.   castles.   velvet.   silver.   brass.   gold.   jewels.domino   masks.  the  opera.  dangerous  romances.   tragic  romances.  violins.   roses.   lilies. empty  graves.  crosses.   cemeteries.snow.   ice.   the  gallows.   crows.   milk-white  skin.  ambiguous   illness.  fangs.  pointed  nails.   something  howling  in  the  night.  capes.   gloves.   top  hats.   straight  razors. lightning.   pipe  organs.   underground  caverns.   bats.   mice.   rats.   ravens.   cats.   pearls.  attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation  in  a  room  full  of  people.  vampires.   werewolves.  ghosts.   coffins.   western  europe.   eastern  europe.   bones.  churches.  catacombs.   mausoleums.   spiders. books.

𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌,

black  and  white.   powder  puffs.   red  lipstick.   winged  eyeliner.   white  kitten   heels.   black  lace   lingerie.   icy  blue  eyes.   rain.   abandoned  cars.   skeletons. acid.   poison.  voyeurism. switchblades.  strangling.   overcoats.   looking  over  your  shoulder. trans-atlantic   accents.   private  detectives.  dinner  parties. haunted  mansions.   alcohol  in  glass  decanters. cobwebs.perfect  blonde  curls.   kitchen  knives.  shock.  cellars.   dust. dark  alleys.   empty  streets.   driving  at  night.horn-rimmed  glasses.   radiation.   zombies.   serial  murder.   paranoia. the  city.   witches.   the  devil.   cannibalism.   conspiracies.   amulets. abject  terror.   the  american  south.  the  american  northeast.  england.   analog  cameras.

𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜,

bloodbaths. massacres.  wanton  nudity.   newspapers. leather   jackets.   letterman  jackets.   converse  sneakers.   obscured  faces.social  unrest. bonfires.  lakes.  babysitters. suburbia.   high  school.   lockers.  dead  leaves  in  the  fall.   jack-o’-lanterns.   outdated  television   sets.  nightmares.  psychiatrists.   hospitals.   unstoppable  forces.  gunfire.  police.   landline  telephones. household  objects  turned  into  improvised  weapons.   halloween.secrets.  revelations.  character  masks.  scrunchies.   queerness.   wild  curls.   jeering  children.   parties.  fire.   swearing.   revulsion.  california. the  american   midwest.  ambulances.

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕,

malevolent  spirits.   seances.   spells.   missing  bodies. hidden  graves.  white  noise.   static.  flickering  lights.   rings  of  salt.   demons.   poltergeists.   dark  histories.  old  buildings.   cold  air.  mausoleums.   wells.   urban  exploration.  a  dog  barking  at  something  you  can’t  see.  black  ooze.  old  photographs.  faces  you  can  swear  you’ve  seen   before  but  can’t  for  the  life  of  you  figure  out  where.   dark  bodies  of  water.  crucifixes.   priests.   possession. exorcisms.   dolls.

𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚍,

aliens.   blinding  light.   dark  woods. driving  at  night. claw-marks.   bite-marks.   men  in  black.   memory  loss. dismembered  bodies.   sewers.   flashlights. cell  phones.   video  cameras.   cars  with  tinted  windows.   abandoned  houses.   unlabelled  cassette  tapes.   bugs.  big  cities.  urban  crimes.   clowns.  something  rustling  outside  your  window.  glowing  light. unsolved  mysteries.suburbia.   mirrors.   the  american  pacific  northwest.  the  american  midwest. hiking   /  backpacking.

𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜,

daylight.  fluorescent   lighting.   morgues.   asylums.   unwavering  eye  contact.   tension.  lit  rooms  with  no  one  inside  them. a  dog  digging  in  the  newly-planted  flower  bed.  steely  gazes.   paperwork.   anagrams.    codes.   convicted  killers. missing  persons.law  enforcement.  federal  agents.  small  towns.   suspicion.   paranoia. subdued  terror.   dimly-lit  parking  lots.

[apparitixns]

dolores takes the last drink from the porcelain mug , humming to herself as she reads the second page of the daily prophet . the headlines were almost always the same since the samhain victory - and even with dolores' insistent bickerings about the need for more white noise to preoccupy the wixen , there was simply nothing as exciting happening around these parts . with a wave of her hand , the paper folds itself and disintegrates before she stands from her wooden chair . the witch had set her mind to leave the three broomsticks before her attention is stolen from another . she would have believed it would be pleasant company until he spoke . ❝ you could be correct , and without the proper clarification , i would have surely been left guessing . ❞ she says with an easy roll of her eyes . how typical it was for wixen like him to assume she was impressionable . ❝ should i then grow concerned of who you are keeping company with then , rosier ? after all , you do seem to concern yourself with who i speak to and where i am . ❞

[necrosier]

letting out a laugh, the wizard runs a hand through his hair with a shake of his head, "please, a rosier nosing up to muggles is bloody well unheard of." in truth, avan believed more than anything his step-father would have his head on a platter if he fraternized with them to any excessive amount. it was by pure miracle that living in the heart of london he hadn't already seen himself in a stockade. "oh, come off it," he chuckles, "i could rightly give two bloody fucks as to who yas talk to, dolores. just takin' tha piss is all... havin' a laugh.. it's good ta do every once in awhile. keeps the blood goin'..." with a pause his brow cocks, the inability to let go of a joke once he was riffing was far from heard of, "you.... do know what a laugh is, don't you?"

watching her as seriously as he could for a beat, he quickly chuckles with a shake of his head, sending a hand into his beard as he shrugs. "alright, jokin' aside.... for now." it was really the best he could do. couldn't promise forever, but he'd try the longest he could. noticing the paper he takes a sip of his drink and nods in the direction, "bloody mess tha' was... hope it isn't causin' too many problems back at the ye oldde headquarters... though i can't imagine anyones excited about it." well, some people were - he imagined there was a split within the ministry, then again, unless you were in the know clearly you had to play along with everyone else to keep up some semblance of wizarding world normality – boring.

[slingsandarrcws]

it's her least favourite part of business, manning the store. more often than not, it's students passing through to giggle and poke at the more gimmicky items on display, aurors in terrible disguises checking that they're not flogging dark magicks and cursed jewellery, or wixen without the brains or the galleons to know what they're looking for, let alone afford anything. it's a slow day, at least, so she's able to perch behind the counter, alternating between drawing identification runes on new pieces of inventory, and catching up on her reading.

there's a noise as the door opens and a man slinks in - the necromancer, she thinks, from a few shops down. rosier. not an area of magic she's ever had any personal interest in, but a fascinating one nonetheless. at least he's likely to take care of himself, find whatever it is he's looking for. she drags her wand across the small clock in front of her, shaping out another rune. the rune glows silver, then red, then fades. "fucking thing." no sign of magic at all, so far. she'd hoped to find it was an older, larger version of a time-turner. no such luck. her father was prone to this, being sucked in by promises rather than proof. at best, the clock was going to be charmed to update itself for daylight savings. completely uninteresting. more wall dressing, she supposes, to appease the aurors. she's about to cast another, to check for minor enchantments, when there's a shout from across the room. she looks up at the necromancer. one eyebrow raises. a soft, dangerous kind of smile grows with it. "i am." it comes out saccharine, the kind of kindness that can only hide a barb behind it. she punctuates her words with a quick crack of her neck. "my name is artemis. and in my store, we do not shout, and we certainly don't address ladies, least of all those on our staff, with oi. rosier, i presume? anything i can help you with today?"

[necrosier]

letting out an amused laugh as hand runs through his beard, avan couldn't help but nod along. "ya make a good point, artemis. bloody rude way to address ya – habit, if you will." brow cocks and still he can't decide if he should be amused or worried that the young woman knew his name or not, he wondered if maybe she'd already been clued in on his antics. "that i am... names avan, pleasure ta meet you officially artemis. your father's mentioned you before... just must've missed ya when i come in." "anything that's givin' off any kind of necromancy magic, texts, artifacts the sort. can't help but ta keep an eye out round the shops... make my rounds every now an' again.... sometimes things end up where i least bloody well expect them." it wasn't that avan was sure they would have spotted them or their standard charms would even identify them, he knew very well necromancy was a dying form of magic – or so it very well seemed these days – but not all necromancers were made equal and some were just absolute shit at hiding the magic within an artifact. "haven't seen any necromancy bits and bobs comin' in lately, have ya?"

[necrosier]

𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

»•« || name --- artemis »•« || type --- southern white faced owl »•« || scientific name --- ptilopsis granti

artemis is considered to be on the larger side for a southern white faced owl, but don't let that fool you as she's still rather small in comparison to other species in the genus. at just 10 inches tall she weighs 10 oz with a 20 inch wingspan.

if you are to ever receive an owl post from avan, please do mind your fingers - sometimes artemis might try to nip in an attempt to grab your attention for a few scritches. please note, if you do happen to startle artemis she might puff up briefly or until she decides you are no danger to her.

[cobblestone-ghost]

[manny-jacinto]

RAHUL KOHLI @ the iZombie Season 3 Comic Con Panel back in 2016

[rahulkohlisource]

rahulkohli13: Today I’m modeling my new #DemoDisk top from #Funhaus, think I’m getting the hang of this ‘selfie’ business…

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his gaze settles on her, lighting a fever within her hot enough to scald her skin. that look on his features springs a curious question to her tongue that she'll never allow to spill past lips, but fuck ⎯ did she really want to ask. a shuddered breath leaves her at the very thought before she attempts to file it away. there's every reason in the world to believe reality had not merely shifted in her favor. an illusion, was all it was. in a dimly lit bar with a man she'd spent twenty years knowing nothing about.

yet time was subjective in the way her mind would wander, wanting to know how his hands fell on her skin, how thumb pressed against outline of lips ⎯ no, she had to stop it. stop herself from prying into the depths of a woman who had clearly been single for far too long. starved of touch for even longer.

unfortunately for her, all of that went out the window the moment his fingers traipsed over unruly curl, her body stiffening, spine tingling with possibilities all over again and she almost forgot about the head dizzying effect he somehow had over her. ⎯ almost.

eyes slam shut at a feeble attempt at steadying herself, shoulders squaring as free hand moves to guide acrylic lacquered finger against the inside of his wrist as he draws back, as if a spark of her could drop into the pulse of him ⎯ as if it could mark him, branding him with her forever. it took a long moment to realize he had spoken as her brain grasps for shards of the conversation she was present for but clearly was not a party to.

"career change? ⎯ what would you prefer to do, instead?" offering up as chin tipped into her shoulder to look him over. smiling briefly at the house elf in thank you as she took her drink, taking a sip and her gaze rolled over him. "⎯ i wish i had become an author when i wanted to be..." opening the floor for a conversation that she only had half a heart in ⎯ if not only because she couldn't bloody well fucking focus with him.

suddenly, every feeling she'd had while they were growing up bubbled to the surface, threatening to overflow with a longing that she hadn't even known carried. embers of some forgotten great story of passion and love somehow stoked by the happenstance of them meeting. then, as if he could read her mind, he commented on said meeting and she tips nose down into sleeve of black lace and cotton with a short not before eyes flicker up to watch him over brow. "⎯ i was just thinkin' something of the same, av."

[necrosier]

licking over his lower lip, avan can't help the twinge of a mischievous smirk that presented itself briefly – surely her question was innocent as they come. something to carry on the conversation as it were, but his mind had taken it in a vastly different direction and he knew damn well giving the answer he wanted to give may not be entirely appropriate after running into your school crush after all this time. fuck if he didn't want to answer with 'you'. "honestly? i have no bloody idea," letting out a chuckle he shakes his head, feeling the nerves and excitement creeping into his chest, "when i was a lad it was professional quidditch or some high profile job..." he chuckles, "last thing i imagined was going down a path that led me to being a shopkeep... might as well be out on at tha corner store selling cornellos at this rate – might make more money that way." letting out a laugh, shifting a little at the humor because it might not be the popular choice of joke, but it was how he felt.

though as leo brings up being an author he couldn't help but grin, "blimey, leo... i'm surprised ya didn't. you bloody well have the best way with words – always have an' i bet that hasn't changed one damn bit." grin pulls further across his features as he watches her for a long moment, "who knows, yeah? maybe we'll both get our dreams jobs an' all that jazz before we know it."

avan was having the hardest time taking his eyes off her, even as he sipped his firewhiskey, he couldn't stop watching her. watching the way she moved and carried herself – just as enchanting as he always remembered her being. if he was being honest with himself, it was clear that what he'd felt for leo all those years ago hadn't just left him – at least not entirely and there was still that glimmer of potential, that hope, that yearning to figure out if there could be more. hell there might always be if he didn't at least try – even if it ended in him returning to his own life and she went her own way. he could at least say he had tried – but now just didn't seem like the right time. how could he bombard her not only with his presence but with a flood of age old information and even the new curiosities if she let him get that far.

"moment i saw yas at that bloody meeting i knew i had ta say somethin' t'yas, love... couldn't let you walk away... without at least trying to catch up with yas an' all." well he had toed the line but he still felt like a coward for not just saying it. tipping back the rest of his firewhiskey he motioned to the bartender for a refill. "what kind of books would ya write if you dove inta it professionally?"

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"could say the same about you." admitting now as she gave him a look over, biting to her lower lip for a moment as she drug in a breath. the air of hogs head was stale, centuries of pent up oxygen and dust rotating in a loop of never ending entrapment. frankly, leo was pretty certain the only time this bar got any fresh air was for the moment where patrons would file in and out of the door they'd just come in from only minutes ago.

eyes roll at his exclamation despite herself and fingers splay across her jaw as she leaned in a little closer to him. "⎯ alright, easy there casanova, don't brag too much. your ego in this tiny pub may just suffocate me if you aren't careful." it's a complete joke on her part, just to keep giving him a hard time and when he dials it back a bit and compliments her instead, she shrugs a shoulder, nose scrunching with her grin. ⎯ "i know."

when he continues on, chosen adjective tumbling out of his mouth, she feels a spark go up her spine, jaw slackening just a tad as she attempted to come up with some kind of comeback but her ears rang in an excitement she was desperately trying to ignore and her head a right mess of static and less than graceful thoughts.

waiting for the elf to disappear with the drink order, she slides her chair a bit closer to him, voice dropping again as she leaned forward, invading his space while trying her hardest not to be entirely overwhelmed as he flooded her senses. the space between them grew thick and a hitch of breath threatened to choke her as she reached out, fingers delicate and they traipsed over his beard, ghosting her touch with a barely audible gasp of breath.

"oh, come off it ⎯ the only gorgeous thing here is this prized possession right here." ⎯ okay so perhaps leona was completely weak for a beard, but when it was laid so impressively over an absolutely immaculate face? well...how was she ever to resist?

his question has her roaming gaze over him, fingers dropping slowly from his jawline and back to herself, voice still delicate, almost hushed and far more breathy than she had warranted it to be. "⎯ busy, mostly. lately been feelin' too busy to be a real person anymore...it's sleep, eat, work, chat ⎯ mostly about work....rinse...and repeat..." her words were raw, torn open and strewn out between them like ribbons of contention from her chest. she hadn't meant to get so personal but here she was, leaving it bare for him without much of a second thought to the contrary.

"it really has..." voice barely above a whisper, as if confirming it with herself and she leaned back out of his space a bit as she let out a sigh despite herself. arms crossing and resting on the lacquered oak of table top. "⎯ and you? how have you been getting on, then?"

[necrosier]

avan couldn't contain the chuckle he lets out – finding it far more attractive that she knew. the confidence itself was something he found remarkably sexy on its own. smile pulling over features, he watches leo with baited breath as she shifts closer to him. his whole body lighting up at her touch against his beard and words that danced so gracefully in his ears had smile pulling more crooked. a soft laugh of amusement rang softly passed lips, suddenly and completely overtaken with her and her presence. he knew he was looking at her in a way that seemed more than likely like a pathetic lovesick puppy, but bloody hell. the way she was invading every last one of his senses had him feeling more alive than he had felt in a long fucking time.

letting out a shaky breath as she leaned back, he shifted, suddenly feeling cooler and more uncomfortable. like he was missing something that so wholly felt like it had been apart of him. when she was near that had been some clear semblance of peace and enjoyment that his body now craved. realizing he hadn't taken a breath since she moved away from him he allows his lungs to fill and lets it out slow. hand moving to run over his beard, over where she had touched as if he were trying to search for any lingering sensation of her presence.

capturing her gaze in his again, finding him smiling wide at her even with that little ounce of connection as is. "'ve been alright... mostly working, research, debating with myself about a career change... an' if i fancy a run in tha woods, i might blow off a little steam that way..." head tilts to watch her for a moment before he brings a hand up to gently brush raven locks from her face, feeling that little jolt of electricity dancing through his body at the action. one that pulls at the corner of his smile, "lather, rinse, repeat really..." voice soft as he gently twirls his finger around a curl before letting it spring from his grasp.

"so, nothin' too exciting really..." though he could do with some excitement in his life, on second thought, the impending war would probably fill that criteria for most people anyway. spotting the house else he gives a little nod in acknowledgement as he watches his drink float down to the table. taking a swig he shifts a little closer, not even bothering to move from her space at this rate, "i can bloody well add bumping into you a welcome and much needed surprise."

[featherwhisper]

| ʙᴇꜱᴇʀᴋ ᴠɪᴀ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ

[impcrios]

rodolphus couldn't be in knockturn alley if he wasn't in uniform or under a notice-me-not-charm, but after dark there were exceptions. he had worn his dark cloak and made sure that no one was following him when he had entered the shop. he had heard of word from many that this was an interesting shop and he wanted to see for himself, especially to see the young rosier. they were practically family in some ways, at least eventually, he thinks. he smiles at the other and their weariness of rodolphus being there, he puts his hands up as in offence. "if you can believe it, i'm just taking a stroll." after a long day of meetings with the minister and every single sodding publication, rodolphus had wanted to go out on his own to one of the few that were for the cause, and see what they were doing. it seemed that it was a good shop, well taken care of, and he looks at the raven and smiles. "oh what a beautiful thing," he says, he knew it was impolite to touch one's pet, so he didn't, but he couldn't help but admire it. "if i were here on ministry business, trust me, you would know beforehand," he says, his voice going low. "i am genuinely just interested." he looks around at the shop, knowing that knockturn had something of a reputation, and he wished that he could explore it more but it was dangerous in rodolphus' position. "care to show me around?" he asks, "if you trust me, that is."

[necrosier]

"seems like a weird place ta take a stroll, innit?" brow cocks in confusion as he watches rodolphus, despite his question there was something oddly fitting given the man and the statement. letting out a soft laugh he shakes his head, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub along it as he glances over to corvus and nods. avan couldn't disagree, it was rather amusing to him that he had such a love of ravens given his proclivity for necromancy. they just seemed to go hand in hand, he guessed.

"interested in the dying art of necromancy?" another little chuckle leaves him with an amused shake of his head, "literally and figuratively – bit of necromancer humor there for yas, rodolphus." there was something he couldn't quite pinpoint. sure there were prospective familial ties beginning to weave their way together between them, but he'd always held a fair share of standoffishness with anyone new. it took time, but he thought his trust was well worth it. then again, he didn't think a look about the shop was something that required trust at this rate considering he had people in an out at will. still the question had his lips pulling into somewhat of an amused smirk as eyes glanced from one wall to the next – his shop was roughly the size of ollivander's at best and a tour wasn't something that he felt would take long at all.

"well uh...." clearing his throat he sweeps a hand to one side, "to your right we've got books on necromancy," his hand moves to sweep to the next, "an' to your left we've got artifacts an' talismans that help with necromancy...." clasping hands in front of him he clears his throat a little. "look, its uh... like i said... dyin' art. the only other thing really is tha upstairs – just use it for sorting really on prospective items... it's not much..." avan was coming to the realization that his job wasn't nearly as impressive as other wizards when he considered just how little was left of the practice.

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she stops for a moment as he goes to open the door and brows raise in a curiosity that was far too apparent etched across her face. "well, someone has gotten to be quite the gentlemen in his later years." a scoff at the tease before she mutters out a real thank you and moves to head towards the door, gaining entrance into the dimly lit but hearth warmed bar. making her way into the hogs head, curls framing her face as wind dies the moment the door swings closed. hand going to brush ebony strands out of eyes, she moves to head towards an alcoved spot near the corner and sliding into it with ease. her gaze rounding over him as he sits across from her. even the mere glance has her spine and nerves reacting in ways that she would normally never allow herself. an unsung display of nerve-endings belting out choruses she now wished she was too deaf to hear. at least then, perhaps she wouldn't notice.

lost in thought, she's only roused back to the surface with his question, mouth falling open to respond but slamming it shut again the moment he appears to answer his own question ⎯ correctly, to boot. slightly impressed with something so small was so vastly unlike her she almost hated herself for being so easily swayed, her emotions a bit of a rollercoaster ride that she had been forced into and strapped on against her very will.

an emotional rise that she should have taken into account for herself, leo seemed to never be holding a ticket that gained her proper access or understanding to her emotions, and was all too often such a backseat driver ⎯ so why then, did it feel like avan had the capability to blow every single one of her blood vessels right open and bleed with a ⎯ wanting? as she did. hell, she wasn't even sure wanting was the proper term for what was happening here on this occasion.

"⎯ and you're going to get something with firewhiskey and a bit of sour mix, am i right?" testing her own memory, which on many occasion had failed her utterly and completely, she surprised herself at the confidence. the ambition to play the game just as he was. hands fall down to the table, elbows making a mockery of manners on the wood and she drops chin into open palm, gaze back to trailing over him and before she could stop herself, the next words flooded from her mouth without a second thought. ⎯ "you look good, rosier."

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watching the way leo's mouth slams shut has lips pulling into a crooked grin – he had a feeling he nailed her drink of choice exactly and maybe even impressed her a bit to boot. hand runs over beard with a soft chuckle as he tries to silently decipher the excitement and trill that rang through his body.

eyes capture emerald hues and lips pull even further up his face with a shocked little laugh, "fucking bloody surprised you remember that." licking over his lips, he adjusts in the seat he had taken, and sends hand running over the front of his vest absently – wanting to make sure he didn't look like a total git and at least somewhat put together. it wasn't like he had some glorious job or did anything even mildly impressive – in fact, he was in a dying art that fewer were getting into anymore. it was a rather depressing topic to think on for too long because he knew he'd need to make an adjustment less he just ran through the entirety of his inheritance.

the compliment pulled him from his rambling thoughts and caused his grin to grow, "i look damn good and i know it..." softly chuckling, he licks over his lower lip as he shifts, "but i look like a bloody damn potato next t'yas, love." avan hoped like hell his beard was brilliantly bushy today so it could hide the flush he felt creeping on his face, "what i mean ta say is you look fuckin' stunning, love... really and truly, gorgeous..." nodding now he clears his throat as eyes dart to the bartender and back to leo a couple of times, wanting to gauge her reaction to his comment.

ordering up their drinks he gives a bit of a nod to the house elf before turning his attention back to her, feeling his heart give a little jump in his chest. blimey, did she have him feeling some sort of way right now and he was suddenly blanking on what he should say next – how could he follow that up? "lets start with somethin' simple, yeah?" chuckle leaves his lips as he watches her, "how have ya been? its been too bloody long, leo..." voice softens with that second comment, he hadn't entirely expected to put his heart on his sleeve – but it was genuine none the less.

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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑬

What would you do to ensure justice? You know full well I don’t speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates, dearest. What would you do to those that hurt you? If I dropped them in your lap, what would you do? What kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them? You are right to do so. You are right to want to do so. Ignore the screaming, dearest, you are the hand of justice now, and they hurt you. Do not look too closely at their faces, dearest. You are within your rights. You spell out your own rights, now. Are you happy about it? Are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair? Does your anger hurt less now?

[necrosier]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄?

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑶𝑭 𝑨 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑫

Here’s a dining table, here’s a set of plates. Here’s your heart, red and bursting with love. You have tried to love people all your life, but no one seems to understand you. Your own mother perhaps forgot to teach you how to protect yourself, maybe people whom you trusted chose to look the other way when all you wanted was a hand full of love. All you want is someone to take from you, all you want is someone to dig in your heart and eat it and kiss you afterwards - bloody and red. You want them to tell you that you are what they have been looking for, you want to be the one who ends their hunger.