achilles, come down

So self-indulgent, a n d self-referential, no audience could ever want y o u. you c r a v e the applause, yet hate the attention. Then miss it, your act is a r u s e.

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cfthewoods​:

- 

Archie turns his head, refuses to look at him, and Charlie, for all he loves the banter ( TEASING laughter and obnoxious eye rolls, the way archie’s face gets when charlie has made a truly terrible joke ) just…doesn’t want to play games anymore. “ Okay.” allowing his Aching hands to finally, finally reach out: to lace their fingers together with a boldness he hasn’t felt since he was fourteen, to turn archie’s face up towards him. soft skin beneath his own calluses, exactly like how he imagined but not the same at all. “what else do you want ?? “ 

charlie can hear his own heart beating: he knows what he w a n t s but there is a certainty in his own gaze that his companion lacks. even as they stand a moment away. even as he can feel every breath fanning on the exposed skin of his neck. even as the rest of the room blurs, and nothing exists but big brown eyes and the glow of evening. And if Archie wants him to just take, he will, but he needs to k n o w, “ Arch. “ so quiet, the sound of his breathing might drown it out, “ Archie. Tell me to stop.” tell me to stop and I will, but please don’t say that. please want this too, because i haven’t wanted like this in so long. 

- 

Archie feels his body stiffen as the other laces their fingers together. It’s odd, the fact that his signet ring doesn’t catch on another family ring, that the rough fingers don’t feel out of place when all he has been used to are dainty and soft. His mind is moving a thousand miles a minute, sure that it is all being displayed on his features ( he always has been horrid at hiding his thoughts ). The question floats in the air between them, and Archie opens his mouth to answer but he can’t fucking say it. He’s too scared and that’s something he’s never been allowed to feel. Fear is one word that has been shoved so far from his vocabulary it feels foreign. 

He can’t say anything, can’t figure out a coherent sentence as his gaze travels from Charlie’s shoulder to meet the brown eyes staring back at him. He blinks a few times, shaking away the hold Medusa had on his spine, cracking the bits of stone he felt had trapped him moments ago. Archie doesn’t want him to stop, doesn’t want the other to ever fucking leave and that is something he really can’t try to comprehend right now. So instead, the hand not wrapped in Charlie’s quickly finds purchase below the other’s ear, hand wrapping around the side of his neck as his thumb lays on his jaw. The kiss is brash, Archie acting more than thinking, and he hopes this is what the other was insinuating. 

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loufoquelupin​:

remus tries not to laugh too loudly, as it would be james’ ear now pressed against the base of his throat that would bear the brunt of it. he also tries not to shift too uncomfortably. it was yet to become any less painless to touch anything to his neck, but he couldn’t tell james off for it. remus hadn’t told any of the marauders about he and ramona’s… scuffle. who was remus lupin if he didn’t have at least one secret.

“kind of got forced out if i’m honest. valerie left to go get dicked down and i didn’t want to be all by myself.” he brought a hand up to ruffle james’ hair. remus was too proud to add on that he was also there because he missed them all. it was always near impossible for remus to sleep alone in the first few days of school holidays. he knew that james knew anyway. despite his usual idiocy, james could always see straight through him.

- 

James pushed himself from Remus just slightly, taking him in again. He knew if his mother were to walk in she would give him a look and he would be stuck with the knowledge of another talk from his mother that was much more awkward than it should be. “Valerie left you to go get dicked down? She’s gotta get her priorities straight,” he mused, shaking his head playfully. 

“Guess I should thank her, though,” he added, letting a grin settle on his features. He knew he’d have a cheek ache later, one that he was actually quite accustomed to when all four of them were under the same roof - away from school and all outside distractions. “I did miss you, though. Wasn’t lying in the letters... Do truly hope you enjoyed my self-pictures, though,” he grinned as he began to tug the other away from the entrance of his house. “Hungry?”

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cfthevalley​:

and for o n c e in the six years she’s known him, Potter is quiet. If it were any other time, she’d be taking the mickey out of him for it, but it’s not like she’s got the emotional capability for anything right now. still, his earnestness ( as rare as it is directed to her in a way that doesn’t make her want to commit VIOLENCE ) is enough to bring her, albeit wobbly, voice out, “ an arrogant toerag. “ god, she’d been so MAD that day. it all seems so…ridiculous and tiring in hindsight. she exhales, squeezing her eyes shut. being comforted on the couch of her empty common room by James Potter was not her ideal, but the alternative…didn’t really exist. so, with a sniff, “ it’s not a prank ?? “ 

-

“There are worse things than a toerag, I suppose,” he mused, sensing there was something wrong and maybe it was best to just agree with her one time. James let out an exaggerated gasp, placing his hand to his chest in mock offense. “I’m quite insulted you think I would ever joke about chocolate frogs.”

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dingledorcas​:

dorcas’s snort could be heard all the way up the stairs. “whatever you say, mrs. grandma’s boy.” she laughed again as she headed into her bedroom. it was a surprisingly large room covered in warm colors and wild textures. an old iron bed set in the middle next to a large industrial window that looked out to the street. “and to what to I owe the honor of such a prestigious visit? I can’t imagine you came just to flirt with my gran, right? you know what. I take that back. I wouldn’t put it past you.”

-

“Say it again and I’ll obliviate you,” he grumbled, attempting to sound truthful, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to pull his wand out of his pocket before she attacked first. James landed on Dorcas’s bed, laying spread eagle as he let out a sigh. “She is quite a woman,” he mused, pursing his lips in thought. That wasn’t his reason, though, he might try to throw a line as he left just to fuck with Dorcas. “Just wanted to hang out, y’know. Catch up. See how things are.”

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lunxrchild​:

♕ – — Evan, I appreciate your silence on the matter, reputations are everything after all. I’m simply assuming that you miss me as well, no need to confirm or deny it. If I began listing the other things you’re good for this letter would cease to be deemed appropriate in any sense of the word. I’m glad to hear you’re not getting up to any shenanigans, if anything it would be a tragedy for me to miss you either making a fool out of yourself or someone else. I wish you were here too. I’d play whatever melody you wanted. I’m sure you would appreciate it, it’s going to take a bit more than asking nicely to make me stop though. But you already know that, don’t you?

Yours  - A 

P.S. Merry Christmas, dear. I thought you could use something to help you keep your secrets.

Attached to this letter is a small parcel wrapped neatly in brown paper and tied with black ribbon. Inside is a little journal, bound in black leather with a buckle that will only unlatch for him. The front is embossed with gold letters E.R. He’ll also find that no matter how much he writes, he’ll never run out of pages, but it will always remain small enough to fit in his pocket.

Valentine, 

Who says the letter must be appropriate, hm? At least give something my bored mind could focus on instead. I do find it quite rude that you believe I ever make a fool of myself, as if that has ever happened before. 

Are you sure even asking nicely would get you to stop? I don’t believe it would. How long have you been planning this journal? I’m quite impressed. Thank you. 

My gift for you is too fragile for this bloody bird to handle. Meet me in the Astronomy Tower the first night of term?

xx Evan

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loufoquelupin​:

-

“cheers, i think i’ve found my calling honestly. i blacked out as soon as i found the decorations and when i opened my eyes again, the flat looked like this.” remus dead-panned. he was a little embarrassed of how much effort he’d put into it - he was very surprised with how little teasing he’d gotten from valerie. he only wished he were of age so he could cast the weather charm his mother annually did to conjure a tiny snow cloud atop the tree. for a few minutes he’d been tempted, but he’d rather go to azkaban for something heavier than an unoriginal christmas trick. “is this when i should start carrying you, or does that come later?”

- 

“You’re gonna leave me for interior design, then?” they asked, sticking out their bottom lip in a fake pout. Of course, they were denying the obvious fact that Gwenog was graduating first. They were determined to take a mental snapshot of everything, including the smile they could see hidden on Remus’s face. “Should’ve carried me up the steps, actually, but I’ll take it now,” they grinned. Gwenog didn’t give him a chance to reply, instead quickly moving around him to jump onto his back. “Shall we christen your bedroom first? Or the kitchen?” they teased, hoping he could see their eyebrows waggling. 

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pandora-jane​:

“Oh yes, it specializes in odds and ends and taxes.” PJ said with a laugh. Later she’d definitely have to show Gwen the shop. Her dad let her buy things at a discount, and she could use it to get Gwen something fun. “It’s okay, you can be my sous chef! All the cutting and gathering things. We’ll be a marvelous tag-team. Our cookies didn’t turn out half awful the other day.”

She took Gwen’s hand with a grin, leading them to the staircase the back of the house that went up to the second floor. “My room’s a little small, but that’s just the price of being the baby of the family. I have my own little bathroom though! All the boys have to share.”

Her room had been painted to look like a sunset, with fairy lights strung around the top of the walls like stars. The desk she’d used in primary school stood in one corner near her altar with the small crystal ball and scrying bowl she rarely used. Books on divination and tarot sat neatly underneath the altar, and her mum had obviously cleaned because her bed was made and a small camping mattress covered in pillows and blankets lay next to it for Gwen.

–

“Odds and ends and taxes.... gotcha,” they said, not quite sure what that meant but too scared to truly ask. Gwenog thought back to their cookie extravaganza, and PJ did have a point - they weren’t horrible. “Alright, I think I can cope with that. No onions, though, I tried chopping them once for me mum and I was crying for about ten minutes,” they said, nose wrinkling at the memory. 

Gwenog continuously looked around the house as they went, taking in anything and everything. It felt so PJ that they couldn’t help to smile as they walked. They dropped their bag at the foot of the camp bed, taking in the small room, “That’s alright, I quite like it.” 

In all honesty, they loved the room - it felt so bright and lived in - they honestly could’ve been okay never leaving. Of course, they wouldn’t say that, not wanting to creep the other out accidentally. “I didn’t know you were an artist as well.”

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daheyryan​:

Dahey gave a warning look towards the comment about Gilderoy. He didn’t go as far as defending him but those feelings were all still weird. Even when Dahey mocked Gilderoy, it was something he could do but not others. “Yeah, ya know, I tried to disappear for break, I kind of thought it was needed, but everyone said no. It’s nice. And after my behaviour lately? I think I owe ‘em all an awful lot. And not just a promise to…cry less.” Everything was said through a bright smile, Dahey was telling the truth but he couldn’t be happier to be saying this. He was lucky. Even if it didn’t feel like it as he scrambled for gifts. 

“You’ve just become far too popular to think you’d be able to get away from all us,” Bilius teased, offering the other a grin. “Everyone’s destined to have some bad days, even bad weeks, it’s how we act afterwards that is what’s really telling,” he said, sounding a lot smarter than he let on. Emotions were something Bilius always believed should be felt fully, no matter what kind they were. “Also, whatever you’re thinking for all of them - never get something alive. I learned that the hard way.”

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bataillexroyale​:

💡

Arthur chuckled, grabbing the bottle of firewhiskey from his brother to take swig himself. “It would be nice to have a normal suit, but then we wouldn’t stand out as much.” The first few times he had been forced to wear the silly dress robes and was mocked by his peers, it had stung a bit. But, as more time had gone off, Arthur had learned to brush it off. “Don’t worry, yours won’t look that bad compared to the bright orange ones mum set in my closet yesterday.”

- 

“We wouldn’t stand out so much?” he laughed, shaking his head. “Look at us, we stand out everywhere,” he teased, pointing to their taller stature and Arthur’s red as shit hair. Bilius barked out another laugh, unable to hold the raucous laughter back. “Bright orange? Jesus christ, do you reckon mum is color blind and just never thought to mention it?”

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dingledorcas​:

“well I’ve been trying to teach you for years. some people just won’t learn.” the smile remaining on her face until she took a seat at the scarlet piano. she ran an anxious hand through her mess of curly hair, pulling it back out of her face before resting her fingers gently on the keys. she quickly pulled her hands away. “so I only started working on it recently. it’s not perfect or anything, but- yeah.” she shook her head again and readied her fingers to play. dorcas inhaled deeply and then the melody began. it began soft and measured. almost reserved in a way, but soon enough it open up to the harmony and lilted playfully into it’s contrasting rhythm. there was the long, reliable notes supporting the scales that complicated it all. dorcas’s original nerves fading into a soft smile as she played. in another life where there was not so much at risk if she did not fight, she could have played music like this forever. finally, she finished and lifted her hands from the keys, looking at him expectantly. “-so?”

-

“Hm, what was that? Can’t hear you, not sure what you said,” he teased, holding back a smile as he plugged his ears. Bilius sat down next to her at the piano, the position so familiar it felt like second nature. He stared down at the keys, so tempted to just play out a loud chord - something he used to do every time they sat like this when they were younger. “I’m sure it’s perfect, piano girl, when is it not?” he said, offering her a small smile. Bilius watched Dorcas as she played, features softening as each second passed. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. There could be a bear fight happening five feet away and he wouldn’t even notice so lost in her. In the song that she wrote. When she stopped he was frozen, features so fucking lovestruck and he knew it - he knew everything he thought was written right there on his face. “Are y’ sure Mozart hasn’t fucking taken over your body?”

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lunxrchild​:

☀ – — She opened her eyes one at a time, pursing her lips as she did so, only to break out into a huge grin at the sight of the horribly wrapped box. “Oh Bill! It’s just what a wanted! A big box!” She exclaimed mischievously, squeezing his hand before moving forward to unwrap the gift. When Nimue saw what was inside her eyes widened. “Bill…” she said softly, tracing her hands over the wood of the vanity, tears pooling in her eyes, “I love it.” It may have been poorly made, but it was the most beautiful thing she thought she’d ever seen. She turned, wrapping her arms tightly around him for a moment before pulling back and retrieving her own, much smaller, poorly wrapped box from her pocket. Inside was a small, vintage pocket watch she’d found in a local thrift store. With her father’s help she’d engraved sunflowers on the front, and on the inside was engraved ‘all my love - n.m.’. With the help of her mother she’d also managed to procure a very simple stethoscope, which was carefully placed in the box with the watch. “Merry Christmas,” she said, holding it out to him.

- 

Bilius let out a laugh at her response, rolling his eyes, “Ha ha, so funny, have never heard that one before, Nimz.” He was fidgeting inside, though, worried that she would absolutely hate what was actually situated inside the box. He didn’t want her to think he thought her vain, but it was such a good idea, probably the best he’d been able to come up with in a while. Bilius relaxed into the hug, though, glad she wasn’t pulling a practical joke on him and had actually hated it. He took the box from her hands, unwrapping it hastily and grinning at what was inside. “No fucking way, that is so cool!” He said, gasping slightly at the pocket watch. It was useful, of course, but it was also cool as fuck, and he was determined to make sure it never left his sight. “Tryin’ to tell me to become a doctor, then?” he teased, raising an eyebrow as he dramatically placed the stethoscope around his shoulders. 

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cfthewoods​:

-

the innuendo isn’t lost on charlie, laugh bubbling up in reply, “ well, there’s a first time for everything.” and because apparently he has no self preservation, charlie’s suddenly got one of archie’s hands in his. gently, of course, but his heart is racing faster than it ever has on a broom as one of his hands holds up archie’s palm and wrist, while the other toys with soft, wide fingers he wants laced with his or running through his hair or- other things that he can’t think about right now if he wants to leave this conversation with SOME dignity. but he doesn’t want to let go, and archie hasn’t yet yanked his hands away. and before he can blink, archie is speaking again, and charlie finds himself letting out a somewhat uncharacteristically sardonic chuckle, “ you’d be surprised, Boston. And that’s a compliment: Tig’s the only one of you three that’s got s e n s e.” 

he had been thinking about allie and the guilt in the pit of his stomach, but all of that slowly fades into a haze in the back of his mind at the sight of archie’s smirk. charlie’s voice is quiet in reply; not a murmur, but something intimate enough for the emptiness of the hall and the heat radiating off his companion, “ yeah… yeah, something like that. ” archie’s lips look so soft, a stark contrast to the challenge normally gracing his features. heart in his throat, charlie’s eyes flicker up to meet the warmest of browns, shining with the light of the floating torches and the moon peeking in from outside, “ I’m glad you looked for me tonight. And that we met this term.” his head feels kind of fuzzy ( is it possible to get intoxicated off of someone’s proximity ?? )  “ You’re just… something else, Arch. “ 

-

“Appears so,” he hums, eyes widening as the other picks up his hand. He’s frozen, momentarily, heart fucking racing and making fear bubble in his throat. This is what he wanted, though, wasn’t it? That’s the whole fucking reason he stood outside Ravenclaw tower like a stalker. His gaze won’t move away, find something else to stare at like a toddler just now discovering ice cream. He’s seconds away from lacing his fingers through the others before Charlie speaks again, making him look up and drop his hand - a bit shamefully. “Excuse me, those are fighting words, Wood.” 

Archie wants to bite back - come up with a lie that he wasn’t looking for the other and he should stop thinking so highly of himself; but it dies on the tip of his tongue. “Can’t say it’s the first time I’ve left someone speechless,” he teases. Although the bravado isn’t quite there. His voice is softer than it has been in weeks, and he knows it’s because of Charlie. There’s something about him that just makes his head fall into a blur and he can’t fucking think right. Which is the most infuriating part, as that is what he has always been best at. Being able to tell what the next step is or how to get himself out of a major fuck up has always been his strong suit. He’s quiet, probably for much too long, before he clears his throat and flexes his fingers at his side. “If you wanted to hold my had, you should’ve just done it.” He’s not looking at Charlie as he says it, instead lightly to the left of him and over his shoulder, trying to school his features into something neutral. 

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mas-mac​:

+

He barked out a laugh and shook his head, holding up the pepperoni and chorizo that he planned to use on the pizza. “It’s completely safe in this instance, I promise” he assured him, placing the plate back down again. He turned to the stove that had the sauce simmering and, using a tea towel wrapped around the handle, brought the pan over to his work surface and placed it onto the wooden board. “I will try my best” he smirked, pushing his rolling pin to one side and slipping a tray underneath the rolled out dough. “I have a variety of cheeses, pepperoni, chorizo, peppers and mushrooms, but I can remove anything if you don’t like them, or add something?” he asked, and waited expectantly for Archie to express any dislike towards the ingredients. “I can’t speak for everyone else, only myself, but I never get bored of my family and like I said, I will see some of my friends, but I know they have other plans too” he shrugged. “What about you though? Any plans to meet people over Christmas?”

-

Archie watched him work, trying to hide the surprise and fact that he was impressed from the other. “Sounds good to me. I was going to have to draw a line at any mention of pineapple,” he said, the tease slipping out. A little pang of jealousy hit his heart, at how the fact that this time last year he was just as excited to go home - bake with his mother and talk politics with his father. “Must be nice,” he replied, trying to keep the pang of annoyance out of his tone. “Nothing planned, no. A few parties here and there I’m sure. Mostly ready to not have to figure out how to sneak my way into the Ravenclaw and Slytherin dorms if I need to see Tig and Jax, mostly,” he sighed - the annoyance finally showing through. It was probably one of his biggest marks against Hogwarts, it was practically impossible to see either of them without having to hunt them down or get into their common rooms. 

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antigoneaway​:

“As long as I’m not driving you bananas, right?” Ajax asked with his best shit-eating grin. Making puns felt okay sitting here in a kitchen with all three of them. Even if it wasn’t their kitchen it was still Christmas baking and these were still his favorite people in the whole world.

Ajax closed his eyes and grounded himself on the counter, Seeing backwards into the near past to confirm or deny the placement of the sugar. “In the pantry, behind the almond flour.” His voice went hazy around the edges like it always did when he Saw, before he opened his eyes and blinked himself back into the present.

“Can I make the cinnamon sugar? Y’all never do it right. Tigger, we don’t pack the schedule if we add more cookies will we?”

@antigoneaway​

tig giggled. “that joke is silly.” she said, already crawling up onto the counter so she could dig out all the extra bowls and the sugar and the flour and the spices that they’d need for four types of cookies. without looking to see if they were there to catch it, tig tossed the items down to her brothers. they didn’t know where anything was except for cups, well except for ajax giving her good instructions, but that did not stop antigone from opening every cupboard door to look what would work best.

“archie, we have to keep santa fed. he has so much to do in one night. he needs the sugar to keep him alert.” she giggled happily, finally feeling in the spirit of the holiday. “but I think it’s safe to say there will be plenty of cookies for santa and you both since we’re making so many.” her head tipped over her shoulder, strawberry curls cascading over her shoulder. “hey! I do it right! there should be more sugar than cinnamon. cinnamon makes you cough.”

tig handed a very small bowl to ajax all the same. chances are, she’d be the one to do most everything up to waiting on them in the oven. that was where someone with better focus came into play. tig had burned too many cookies to be trusted anymore. she was good at mixing ingredients. “wait- is there a schedule?”

@pointlessresistxnce @ajaxinthegraves​

Archie rolled his eyes at Jax’s joke, but he couldn’t fight the small smile taking over his features. It was nice to hear the other joke again. Even if the pun was horrible. “Or perhaps we should make him protein bars? Sweet ones, of course, but give him more energy than the eventual sugar crash that is to be expected.” He wasn’t intentionally being a party pooper, but he was being practical! He knew Santa ran on cookies and milk just like everyone else. 

“I stand with Jax, Tig. Cinnamon is what makes it good,” he said, mouth watering just at the thought. “I don’t have a schedule, but if this takes more than one day I might go into my own sugar rush.”

@antigoneaway​ @ajaxinthegraves​

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cfthewoods​:

-

“ Doesn’t change the fact you wouldn’t last a day in the country. Those soft hands ever had to work for their own food before ?? “ he teases, though now he’s got to act like he hasn’t stared at Archie’s hands before ( and they’re…very nice hands. he wants to press them to his cheeks. ) “I’d say you’re still not half bad at it. Charmed me into walking around with you when I could be in bed. “ he wants archie to keep talking, wants the sense of comfort radiating from his companion to stay there forever. but he can’t just leave it. he can’t even imagine everything archie has gone through in the past year ( he doesn’t even know the half of it but the thought of losing his parents makes him ache in ways he’s never ached before ) but, well. British Pureblood Society is a snakepit, and Archie is walking right in, “ I- “ an exhale, “ I care about you, yeah ?? Some of that lot are bad news, and ‘m just…worried.” and before he can even think: “Just write me saying you survived, or something.” Just write to me saying you don’t hate me, please. 

“Alright.” a part of him secretly relieved; he doesn’t want this to end, doesn’t want to think about the weeks he’s going to spend without seeing archie ( kicking himself for avoiding the library, though he k n o w s it was for the best ) His hand lingers on Archie’s shoulder for an extra moment, before he forces himself to pull back: “ Probably for the best. I really don’t want to go back to Ravenclaw either.“ he admits, wincing a bit. 

-

“No one’s ever complained about their softness before,” he mused, quirking an eyebrow at the other. The innuendo slipped past his lips a bit too easy - but he was relaxing just slightly. He wasn’t ashamed of his past, it made him into who he is today. Archie knew the comment probably should’ve bothered him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to really care. “Wood, I hate to say it, but you don’t seem like the type that isn’t friends with everyone they meet,” he said, letting out a small laugh. It wasn’t a bad thing for someone to be, either. He found it admirable, in ways. Archie looked at Charlie for a bit too long - taking in his words and feeling his hands get clammy. He was mentally cursing himself, should’ve stayed in his bed tossing and turning instead of walking all this way. “You’re almost as bad as Tig,” he said, clearing his throat to stop it from almost cracking. 

Archie raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly to the right. “Why’s that?” he asked, before the right side of his mouth quirked up in a smirk. “Can’t stand to leave me now that you’re here?”

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hauntedblonde​:

a lithe smile crawled up narcissa’s face. one that she only allowed in the presence of her own blood. “I have my ways.” she said vaguely. family or not, some secrets were best kept to oneself. “why do you consider they would do it on purpose, hm?”

-

“How mysterious of you,” he teased, bumping his cousin slightly with his side. “Well, some might think it’s best to show a different face every day. Wouldn’t want anyone to pin them down, make them portray only one version of themself,” Evan said, eyes grazing over the crowd below again. “Or they don’t even know who they are, and are constantly trying to fit in.”

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dingledorcas​:

“well, you’ve always been welcomed there.” the retort was instant as dorcas reached out and mussed up james’s hair. she was always certain to do it as frequently as possible. “that’s delphine rosewood. you’re not seriously going to tell me that you don’t know who she is, are you?” her eyes were wide when she looked over at him. “that’s the order’s number one right there. or so they say.”

- 

“Ha ha,” he said, rolling his eyes as he held back a retort on his hair. He quickly tried to undo her damage, but alas - bits and pieces had found a new home. James looked between Delphine and Dorcas, obviously confused. “Uhh... No, I was lying. I absolutely know exactly who she is! The... coolest of the cool...”