Emmeline Vance ♚

The world was a game of chess unfolding before her and the words falling from her tongue was her Queen. With every word, every step, she promised to never let anyone reign over her and as a true Queen she would rise. Sixth Year ♚ Slytherin Slug Club

[indamonseyes]

Dear Diary

[wesleysexsley]

[ohdearvance]

With soft fingertips he caresses fragile summer skin. Not a sound escaping past wide open lips as he stands behind her. The ability to breathe long forgotten.          At his touch she;                                F A L L S

[frozengentleman]

❦ Nov. 16th, '76

[frozengentleman]

"I am full of regret I noticed at all, miss Vance. One little fool nearly collided into my person. Whatever has happened to the idea of ‘elders’? Quite appalling."

[ohdearvance]

"I would see it fit for you to bring your complaints to the Headmaster, darling, if he was not of the mind of allowing anything behind these walls. A shame, truly, for the quality of our peers seem to falter by every year that pass. One can only do so much to endure, and try to rectify."

[ohdearvance]

Slytherin Common Room ♚ Nov. 15th, 1976

"Oh, you’re not?" The older more experienced Slytherin turned; the smooth motion could easily be seen as arrogant, cocky, because he knew he could turn the tables. “I’d heard some of the most delicious rumours.”

"But of course, you cannot blame me for believing what I heard, when there was evidence to support it." His hands found his pockets and the next words from his mouth were given with eyes peeking from under eyelashes. His deep, beautiful voice tilted the sentence apologetically. It was meant to be all the more infuriating. "After all, you have grown about the middle of late."

"Is it destruction, you seek, dearie?" Lithe body turning with vicious intent present in doe eyes. Chauvinistic, vain and sexistic was he and for that she would turn into the most wicked of serpentresses (as if she was not that always). Her words cold as smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. Question in the air both a warning and a challenge, as the wish for destruction and blood lingers in her words. 

"For we all know that even if you have a little band of brothers, they cannot protect you from the harm others could invoke upon your itty bitty soul." His comments ignored as a scene was far from what she would wish to create. Emmeline worked in the shadows of the world, like a spider she sat upon her web feeling the tingle of movement whenever a body fell to her destruction. For Rodolphus, such destruction would not be suitable for he was a man of ancient royalty, yet to speak to the queen of the serpentresses in such a manner would invoke nothing but pain. "Or has the war affected you in such a way that you wish to leave earth already? Never did I think you to be such a weak man, but it is true what they say. The truth of man arises at the edge of war."

[ohdearvance]

"Nothing lasts forever." & "You’ve done enough already." ;___;

"Nothing lasts forever."

Marlene’s words echoes in the brunette’s mind as she keeps cold facade. Wicked smile spreading over her lips as she leans forward to whisper in a former friend’s ear. Once an action  of affection now turned into a vile taunt of a forgotten semblance of kinship. Shattering every warm thought or memory of what they had once been. Children running over green pastures letting giggles escape from their mouths as they whispered silly secrets between them. It was all but memories now.

"Thank Merlin for that, because, dearie, you are far below me and such ties need to be severed."

"You've done enough already."

Marlene is correct, the truth of her words creating a resounding noise inside of the brunette’s mind. With vicious acts and wicked deeds Emmeline had done all to break apart the former friend, to push away so far as possible in order for the relation to be irreparable.  Both in protection for her own path chosen, and, the safety of the blonde before her. Whilst the acts of the doe eyed brunette could not be described as other than devious and cruel, there were a sliver of affection in every choice she had made. To turn ones back on a close friend may have seemed simple to the mob, when it, indeed, was nothing but a difficult path. Marlene may have hated her, but Emmeline would swear that some of her cruel deeds had been for protection, something she was determined to never let the other know.

"Oh, darling, I have only gotten started."

Her words speaking of torment to come, with intentions hidden behind cold smirk and truth forgotten in dark mind.

[ohdearvance]

"A little evil goes a long, long way."

Doe eyes study him at his words as the allure of darkness ensnares her. Her eyes challenging as he speaks. For he is offering a new path, which borders she has been threading for years, and now it is so close within her grasp that the mere thought of it sparks excitement behind cold demure. If she steps over that very border now, she knows she cannot go back and the thought is alluring yet terrifying.

"Show me, mister Dolohov, for there are many forms of evil and I am curious as to how you define the word." She breathes as she settles down on a chair, treating it as her throne. Her path chosen, power was what she wished for and power was what she would gain. Or so she thought.

[bisexualelena]

The stars, the moon They have all been blown out You left me in the dark

[ohdearvance]

"No one can hurt you now." idk shhh just go with it?

Power surges through her body. The sense of complete and utter control sending both chills down her spines and fierce adrenaline through delicate veins. Doe eyes glowing with victory, and as they land on the handsome man behind her she lets a smirk play over her lips. He, a teacher and a friend, had showed her the finer arts of life where no one could touch nor reach. The darkness of the spell and his allure tainting her mind and thoughts in the most enticing of ways. 

Delicate shoulders displayed as hair cascade down her back, as she lets it out and lithe body turns to face him. "Yet it seems as if invincibility is still outside my reach, mister Dolohov."

[ohdearvance]

"Are you pregnant?"

Eyebrow raised as regal grace is so evident in her features when she lifts herself off the chair. Doe eyes showing nothing but cold indifference as her words form the shapes of daggers. Smirk playing on tainted lips.

"It seems as if mister Lestrange has been confunded." She spins. "For he should be aware that if he ever mistakes me for one of his harlots little will be left of him.” Slender body moves past him as sharp nails trail over his shoulder. “Now, ta-ta, darling, and find yourself a willing little fool.”

[ohdearvance]

"No one can hurt you now."

Blood stains her hands, hides on her black attire and in her eyes the once fierce flame flickers and slowly dies out. Every breath becoming an effort as his words echo around her and the wand she held with such determination slips through her fingers as she falls, falls, falls. No words being said as her broken soul feels the touch of gold once more.

She had been in the dark for far too long.

[ohdearvance]

"I don’t know what went wrong."

Again, over and over again, Frank's words seeks their way behind lies and deceit that now has become her. The smoke and mirrors she fools every single person with, seemingly does not have him fooled, and as she lets doe eyes study him in silence she rakes her thoughts for an answer. A quick one, a sharp one, but with his words he has her thinking, wondering, and she detests him for it.

"I grew up, mister Longbottom, and it is time you do to."

[ohdearvance]

"I will not die."

Desperate hands cling to his shirt as he turns, wrapping around familiar torso and burying face in his back, for if he turned he would see the destroyed shadow haunting her facial features. Fear surged through her body as he had turned, leaving, and if one more of her few loved ones slipped through her fingers - she would not be able to bear it. Frank had brought her back from vigilante ways, blood staining her hands when he found her so many months ago. Now, if he left, the one who forever saw through her charades and lies - NO.

Then, she regains regal posture, letting him go, and with sharp words she lets doe eyes connect with his. "You better, dear, or else I will be sure to give you hell in the afterlife."

[ohdearvance]

"I’ll wait here for you."

His words echo through the empty corridor as the brunette stops in her determined walk. Words showing nothing but pure and naked truth. It is with sheer will she lets silence become her answer as she, after mere seconds of thought, leaves him once more.

[kitharingtcn-deactivated2014050]

[ohdearvance]

It had been a summer since she saw him. A summer since they sat in the common room playing chess in silence and only letting words flow between them to make a comment about the game before them. For observers, it had been nothing but a past time, this traditional game of wizarding chess between two very brilliant individuals. When in fact - it was so much more than that. Hours upon hours spent in each other's presence caused for a bond created. A bond built on trust and observations made when the other did not look, and in the end it created a bond until the very end (an end that came far sooner than one could have ever thought). Emmeline, an ice queen who never let anyone know what went on below, and Regulus, a young man equally good at playing the game of deception. Similar in the sense that they hid true colours behind facade that society wished them to have. It was this, that made them see each others true self when the other was not aware. The chess games turning into something far more important than the untrained eye could have thought. It opened up a door in marble walls and holes in the carefully perfected charade created for the world to gaze upon. Before each other, they would be T R U E and more R E A L than they ever thought. Thus, when Emmeline faltered in the dark without chess games played with a dear old friend it was him she sought out without knowing it herself. Doubt shining in often emotionless doe eyes and when her slender fingers wrapped around his gentle hand she let him see, her. "You're a much nicer person than me." Whispering that he was much better than her for she had dabble in the darkest of arts, felt the surge of power as prey fell to her art and reveled in it. Regret lacing her features as she let out a sigh. That Regulus would understand her without questions asked or craving the darkness behind her words was unexpected. When he held her hand, pressed it to show a subtle comfort, Emmeline was surprised. "No. Don't say that. That's not true." The young man looked wiser than any boy she had ever seen. Truth shining in his words, and as she peaked through the curtain of his charade she saw nothing but truth. Year later, when Emmeline Vance vowed her loyalty to the Order of Phoenix the sorrow of a young man's death shone in her eyes and an inferno roared in her soul.

[evilisms]

Send one to see how my muse reacts.

"There’s nowhere we can hide."

"Don’t get too close."

"I’m not listening."

"No one can hurt you now."

"Who do you think you are?"

"You’re gonna catch a cold."

"I wish that you would just leave."

"I love the way you laugh."

"A little evil goes a long, long way."

"Drink the wine."

"Maybe we could stick around for one more drink."

"Here’s to us."

"The last few days have kicked my ass."

"Nothing lasts forever."

"I don’t know what went wrong."

"I don’t need you here."

"Did I fall asleep?"

"I will not die."

"I’ll wait here for you."

"I feel numb."

"Deal with it."

"I don’t care."

"I hate the way I love you."

"I have no regrets."

"I love you too much to hide you."

"I didn’t kill anybody."

"There is no God."

"All monsters are human."

"You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine."

"You’re a liar and a cheat."

"Why do you think I’m here?"

"Crap, are you pregnant?"

"This is just perfect."

"You’ve done enough already."

"Do you know about the box?"

[untilmybloodboils]

[frozengentleman]

❦ Nov. 16th, '76

"Such behavior in these young students. Is unchecked disobedience the usual practice here, or are your deti always such heathens?”

[ohdearvance]

"Your dislike amuses me, mister Dolohov, for our peers lack of manners cannot have gone unnoticed to you all these years. Pray tell, what opened your eyes?"