Pyromaniac

CORRUPTED SOUL OF SKIN AND BONES ;; recklessness keeps me burning bright. Rabastan Amir Lestrange. 27. Socialite. Gambling extraordinaire.

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@divine-disassociation​:

she snorted almost immediately after the words dropped from his lips. sweet and innocent weren’t words she often heard to describe herself. not in over a decade, anyway. “Then clearly, you haven’t been in enough comprising situations.” her eyebrow raised, her interest piqued. “A charm master.” she sighed dramatically, resting her chin on her hands and blinking up at him. “please sir, teach me your ways. How will I continue on without your charm to talk my way out of things? Oh wait…” she paused, leaning back as she let out a hearty laugh. “I’ve got tits. I think I’ll be okay.” she whacked his arm gently. sometimes she could forget how much she enjoyed his company. he never took things seriously and always played along with her antics, giving back to her as good as he got. “Mm,” immediately she nodded in agreement, raising a glass to clink with his. “And thank Godric for that.” 

her grin only widened, flashing her canines. “I know, an absurd thought!” she agreed, before throwing back another swig of her whiskey. “Thank you, thank you. It’s the confidence of those who mean the most to me that really keeps me going. There is peace that must be disturbed. Who are a few lousy aurors to stop my mission? Although once and a while, I could use a little back up. There’s only so much peace someone can disturb on their own.”  

her tongue clicked a few times, objecting. “Hold on just a second. I’m never too inebriated to pour my own drink. You just have a heavy pour and a drink always tastes better when someone else pours it.” her eyebrow raised and her voice dropped a little as she continued. “Mm, I can’t say I’m not curious as to what other skill sets you possess.” her face twisted as he continued, faux offended at the implication. “You couldn’t do it, even if you had revealed your top secret skills.” her features softened, hand draping over her heart. “You would miss me? Oh, I’m so touched and also going to hold that over your head at every opportunity. The illustrious Rabastan Lestrange would miss little ole me.” she basked in it, planning the next opportunity to remind him of that. 

“Oh my stars,” she crooned, sporting a terrible american southern accent, “how could I not support your business ventures? What will my father say when I tell him how un-supportive I’ve been as a courting woman. Can you ever forgive me?” as she finished, she could hardly keep the accent and had all but lost it as she giggled her way through the end. “But seriously, I’d love to hear how this crowdfunding works. Kicking someones ass in cards sounds like a radical way to budget for a business. And what are you crowdfunding for? Booze? Because that I can respect.” she continued to tease, taking another sip for emphasis. 

as he explained in a little more detail the chaos of how he got ejected from the situation, her eyebrow quirked. “I have so many questions but I’m also so turned on.” she teased, mostly. “Wait, so was the pantless sword wielding man a player or a deranged security guard? Because those are the best kind.” she paused. “Well, I’m glad the fear was fleeting. I may have missed you if you didn’t make it out alive. How did you escape unscathed by the shoes and ancient swords?” she snorted. “But those are the best kinds of idiots. You just have to convince them that their pant-less state is better used to get an ass tattoo than to wield a weapon.”

“The owl must of gotten lost, ya know, it’s hard to navigate the uh, dark London skies. Yup, that’s definitely what happened. I did not forget to invite you.” while she horribly tried to cover up his lack of invite, she nodded as if to confirm her own story. “Oh, c’mon now Lestrange. What fun would it be to use that against me in the future?” she teased, knowing just how fun it would probably be for him. “Yes! From the accounts I’ve been told it was quite naughty. I’m so god damn proud. Flora seemed quite…relaxed when I last saw her.” she grinned wildly, happy to share in teasing the two of them. flora didn’t like to play along when octavia teased her. “Rabastan, listen, you have to get Slug boys account and report back. We have to compare stories and find out the truth of it all.” she demanded gleefully. 

“Benny Bone Her!” she practically screamed in the crowded bar, drawing a few eyes their way. “You cease to amaze me. That’s…oh that’s fucking genius.” the pride resonated from her features. “Oh no no no no, strange boy. At your core, you are a man child. You just require a little alcohol, coaxing, and good company to allow you to embrace your true self.”

“ Oh, cut the dramatics. Your owl never has a problem reaching me unless your tits are out somewhere on a beautiful beach in Spain and suddenly he’s blind, battered, and a knock away from death’s door. ” Rabastan jested. Admittedly it felt very hard for him not to grind his teeth in front of her over the very vision she sparked in his brain. Typically he was never envious of someone else’s life, but Octavia had a poetic way of making him feel like something vital was missing. 

“ A little back up, you say? Octavia Rowle, ” Rabastan gapped his mouth at her slightly, as if feigning shock. “ Is that your way of asking for help? Of summoning a, dare I say it, partner in crime? ” He rose his eyebrows at her shiftily before giving her a quick nudge. “ You know I’m available and I’d make an exceptional partner in crime. In fact, I won’t accept no for an answer. Otherwise who knows were you might end up... I’ve heard stories about Azkaban and let’s just say it is not for a lady of your caliber. ” He flashed her a smug wink as he shoved his hands into his cloak pockets.

“ It’s always best for a courting woman to be supportive of all that a man does. Sometimes it’s also best if she doesn’t ask so many questions; especially if he intends to support the future Missus with said business ventures.... do we need to refer back to our rule about keeping you out of Azkaban? ” Rabastan flashed her the silliest grin he could manage between sips of strong whiskey. “ Then again, I’m not sure how Mister Rowle would feel knowing most of my personal wealth has been acquired.... shadily. Actually on second thought, let’s leave him out of this. It’s probably best that he doesn’t know--unless he needs someone to burn down an annoying neighbor’s house or something like that. In which case, he can send me an owl. I at least hope someone in your family still has a properly functioning owl or are they all on the fritz these days? ”

Rabastan paused for a moment--wondering how they shifted from the alluring subject of tits out on a tropical beach somewhere to suddenly thinking about doing business deals with her father. He tried to shrug the subject off with ease, but it continued weighing in the back of his mind. “ Crowdfunding for booze, hmm, ” he mused out loud with the careful stroke of his chin. “ No, that wasn’t the objective, but you might be onto something there. Picture it: Lestrange Liquor. I could start a whole line of alcohol products. Merlin knows I know alcohol. You could be my guinea pig--of course I’d need you to sign a waiver, but this could be great. ”

“ Mister No Pants was indeed a player and a very unhappy one at that. But in an interesting turn of events, he wasn’t playing when it all went down. He just appeared there suddenly with a sword and infamously, no pants. And when I say no pants, I mean he was completely free balling it up in there. I think he was mad at me for what went down two nights prior. Nobody knows where he got the sword either, because that’s not really something any of the local retailers carry around here. Trust me, I’ve looked. I think he travelled all the way to Honduras just to get the sword and piss me off because he knows I’ve been trying to add a very rare 17th century one to my collection for some time now. It was fucking absurd, ” he recalls with frustration. 

“ Being a man-child brings me great joy and it’s also the perfect excuse to still play with all my toys, ” smirked Rabastan. His toys certainly weren’t the kind children should ever be allowed to play with, which made him feel even more elated. ” I can’t wait to see Benny-Bone-Her and inform him of his new perpetual nickname! He is never going to hear the end of it--neither one of them are, which is probably why I was the last to find out. ”

[overlyfanaticfangirl]

Don’t turn your back on him.

[soracities]

Adonis, ‘Body’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

[Text ID: “and in my arteries a streak of madness”]

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Anaïs Nin, from “The Four-Chambered Heart,” originally published c. 1950

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@daffodilmvlfoy​:

“You’re frightening me again my Darling,” Narcissa teased, raising an eyebrow. 

“ Hey, you can’t hate a man for trying to be helpful. ” Rabastan attempted to bite back the smirk that was spreading across his face. “ If we can identify the source then I can permanently fix at least this one problem for you.”

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@divine-disassociation​:

Her lips pursed in thought, shaking her head a little. “Now, now, use your sense Raspberry. You can’t go into a tea party while mixing ponies and kittens. It’s never been done before and I don’t think you’re the man to blaze the trail. Puppies…” she murmured, biting her thumb for a moment pondering the suggestion, “I’ll allow it this time. But watch yourself Lestrange, your puppy dog eyes can’t charm you out of everything.” She shook her head a little, playfully. “Super sweet and cuddly. Yes! Those are the words I was looking for earlier to describe you. Definitely not rugged or handsome. It’s sweet and cuddly.” 

“Does living in vice and sin count as productive these day, babe?” she asked, cocking her head before nursing her drink. “If so, I need those sources so I can carry them around as proof. Especially since the aurors have a nasty habit of saying I’m ‘disturbing the peace’.” she huffed dryly, before bumping his shoulder with her own. “What unique skill did you offer this poor fellow? Pouring a liquor bottle?” she jested but really, that was quite a useful skill. “And yet, you continue to cage your ass.” she winked. “Free spirited entrepreneur…do they teach that in wasting your parents money 1010. Because I must have missed that class. I stuck with freelance.” 

Her eyebrows raised as he threw his drink back. “Just a typical school night then?” She scrunched her nose. “Wait, you just gracefully bowed up before security swooped in and carried you out over their shoulder? Where is the fun in that?” she pouted, before shaking her head. “I am sure there are another pack of idiots somewhere just waiting for you to lighten their pockets.” she took another drink, before shrugging. “Just acclimating myself to the tits freezing cold. I’ve been enjoying the topless beaches in Spain before taking a pit stop in Greece. Oh, and getting Flora and Benny Boy to finally bone.” her grin only widened in pride, before something sparked in her mind. “Oh, Benny Bone. That’s a good one.”

“ Oh, my sweet and innocent Octavia, ” Rabastan said facetiously as he ran his finger around the rim of his glass. “ I have yet to run into a situation that I’ve been unable to charm my way out of. It’s quite a handy skillset actually. Stick with me and I might be so inclined to teach you my ways one of these days, ” He finishes as he puffs out his chest rather conceitedly. “ It’s only considered living in vice and sin if you live a generic and terribly mundane life. and I’m certain that’s neither of us, darling, ” Rabastan said in a very informative voice as he narrowed his eyes on her. “ You? Disturbing the peace? Ha, that’s gold! Like an auror could ever stop you from... well, being you. ” He finished with a less than subtle eyeroll before dismissing the topic with a sloppy hand wave. “ Excuse you--my skill set goes beyond being able to pour a liquor bottle. Not that you ever complain about said skill when you’re far too inebriated to do it yourself, ” he flashes her his pearly whites between obscured laughter before continuing: “ Besides, if I told you then I’d have to kill you, ” he says a little dramatically. “ And I’m not too keen on that idea. I’d probably end up missing you as much as it pains me to admit it out loud. Don’t hold that over my head either. ”

“ It’s called crowdfunding. Really Tav, come on. You’re supposed to be much more supportive of my business ventures than this. ” He chuckled, swirling his glass in hand before wetting his mouth with more of the amber colored liquor. “ Bloody hell, no--you make it sound so much more family-friendly than it actually was. There were shoes flying, a man with an ancient Honduran sword running around pantless, and at one point I even feared for my life which doesn’t usually happen. ” Rabastan strummed his fingers along his chin as he recalled the series of events to her. “ There’s always a pack of idiots roaming around somewhere, ready to be had by me. Sometimes it’s just a safety issues--one idiot is dangerous enough, but an entire pack of them? Un-fucking-predictable, hence the pantless lunatic with the Honduran sword. ”

“ Oh, topless beaches in Spain? And I wasn’t invited? I’ll make sure to remember that next time, Rowle. ” He scoffs, feeling partially bitter that he’s clearly been the only one missing out on any fun. “ They did what exactly? Naughty, naughty! I’ll be sure to give Slug some grief about it next time I see him. Can’t believe that git’s been holding out on me, ” he says with mild amusement. “ Benny-boner.... Benny-bone-her.... Merlin, I swear you turn me into such a man-child. ”  

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augustusrkwood‌:

“The last time you said that to me, something ended up on fire. Actually, more than one something.”

Rabastan looked up at Augustus with a mischievous sparkle in his eye. “ Yes, but did it fix your problem? And don’t give me any of that crap about creating more. You know I help make your life so much easier. ” 

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mxflyy‌:

“I think you need to calm down, honestly Rab.  What sort of mess have you landed yourself in this time?”   He smirked

“ You know, Lucius, I really try not to bother you with the details of my schemes when I still have some loose ends to tie up. It’s probably best I don’t drag you into my mess, but l can help you clean up some of your own. ” Rabastan said as he wiggled his brows at his friend very suggestively. 

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andromedastella‌:

“I’m not particularly looking for any advice from you, thank you.”

" That’s unfortunate, but it’s definitely your loss. I happen to give great advice, ” Rabastan said as he carefully examined her. “ Are you generally this.... independent? Or do you not care since it’s coming from me? ” 

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benvolioslughcrn‌:

“I have not, but I would love to know what you were thinking of. Something terrible, I am guessing.” He takes another large drink. “Please, if you want to buy, do.” He gestures. “My no longer relevant anniversary is this week, so of course I am having tea with the girl my parents want to set me up with on the big day. Drinking myself into a stupor seems like the best way to get through that– what’s the phrase? Double whammy? Whatever it is– with my sanity intact.” 

“ Of course it’s something terrible. I was thinking creative flame throwing, ” he jokes before flashing him a toothy smile. “ But if you’re trying to get more in touch with your soft and cuddly side, you could always opt for puppies instead. I just don’t remember when you went this soft on me, Slug. ” Rabastan wiggled his brows in between sips of Firewhiskey before returning his glass to the counter top. “ You’re clearly a hot commodity on the market nowadays. That would at least explain how you’re practically two weddings deep already and I’m over here a step away from taking a singles cruise next summer. ” He side-eyed Benvolio cautiously before continuing: “ Was there a question somewhere in there? Are you looking for some assurance that your sanity is still in tact? You tolerate me so it’s highly likely you were never sane to begin with, but I can lie to you if that’ll make you feel better. ” 

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lunabellatora‌:

She nods. “A triplet,” she confirms. “You win if you still talk to your twin, I fortunately don’t speak to either of the  shits anymore. I’m living my best life and enjoying being the hottest one.” She smiles, all bared teeth. “They usually shut up if I threaten to bite them. It’s fun for me.” She raises her eyebrows. “I’m half tempted to ask, but it’s more fun if it’s a surprise if it ever comes into play.” She hopes they don’t become enemies, though, she’s found she rather likes Rabastan. “It’s how I made it through the holidays– copious amounts of alcohol.” She smiles thinly, taking her drink from him. “Just trying to get a sense of what kind of guy you are. You seem like a fancy pants type. Always a gamble, never a guarantee.” 

“ If we’re using the term loosely then yeah, we talk. Primarily for him to assert his dominance as the oldest. ” He stuffs his hands into his pockets and shrugs casually. “ It’s to be expected. I’m generally more laid-back and less super bossy and uptight--I prefer it that way anyways. ” Rabastan informed her with a mischievous smile of his own snaking onto his lips. “ I can drink to that, ” he raised his spiked hot chocolate glass toward her as he proposed a toast: “ To living our best lives as the hottest ones. ” He finished before taking a large swig from the mug in hand. “ I do like a good gamble, but I don’t think that’s the road you were going down with that. Tell you what--ask me anything you’d like and I’ll be an open book. ”

[watchoutforintellect]

To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. Nothing else affects me. Small doses, moderate loves, all the demi-teintes – all these leave me cold. I like extravagance, heat… sexuality which bursts the thermometer! I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained. I feel like a jungle animal who is escaping captivity.

Anais Nin, from A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgerated Diary of Anais Nin, 1932-1934 (via watchoutforintellect)

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forgive me father for i have sinned in all the most intricate, exquisite and aesthetically pleasing ways i was capable of

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“ I think you need to be a little more creative with your problem solving, if you catch my drift. ”

[lifeinpoetry]

Yesterday I invented fire. / Today I’m hemming flames.

Patricia Colleen Murphy, from “With a Whimper,” Hemming Flames (via lifeinpoetry)

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“On the contrary, I’d call you a downright pussy if you didn’t at least giggle with joy at the idea. I trust you have your own tea set to bring. The only real question is, kittens or ponies?” she continued to play, feeling a little easier when he played along. octavia had little doubt that rabastan was as interested in courting as she was. it made her all the more comfortable with the arrangement, since neither would actually indulge it more than they had to to keep their families off their asses. she would leave the husband chasing to flora. “Ladies and gentleman, we have experienced here in the wild the natural call of false humility. Note the smirk, easily identified when you can see the cocky son of a bitches canines.” she donned her best sports commentator impression as she settled in the seat next to him. bumping him lightly with her shoulder, the smirk never left her face. rabastan had often indulged her antics in the past and she leaned into them especially now with the thought of arrangements buzzing around them .”It must bet my lucky night.” when the bartender made their way over, octavia eagerly ordered. “A firewhiskey and fizz, pretty please with a cherry on top.” The bartender huffed in amusement. She had come here enough times for them to know that was her cheeky way of asking for a cherry. “So,” she turned back to Rab while she waited for her drink, “are you still enjoying the freedoms of unemployment or have you been converted into a productive member of society?”

Rabastan drummed a finger against his chin, tapping a rhythmic melody as he mulled over the selections she laid out: “ Is it an either-or type of situation or can I choose puppies instead?  I think they’re a little more inline with my super sweet and extra cuddly personality. And I’ll have you know, I take my tea with three ice cubes in it. I can’t risk burning these precious lips of mine, ” he teased as he playfully puckered them at her. 

Rabastan’s eyes flickered with amusement. “ I’m always a productive member of society, darling. In fact, I just helped out a very old and dear friend to my heart just this morning. If I hadn’t been there to offer my very unique set of skills at that precise moment... ” he trailed off, clutching a hand to his chest as he shuddered at the horror. “ Well, let's just say it was a good thing I was available. ” He boastfully puffed his chest out before continuing on: “ Besides, you know I don’t use that word. I’m an entrepreneur with a free spirit. You can’t cage this, ” the wizard winked as he gestured to his entirety. 

Rabastan shrugged his shoulders back and drained the contents of his glass before signaling for the bartender to pour him another one  “ Actually, I just came from a poker game. Had to leave on my own accord before practically getting kicked out. I wiped the floor with those sore losers so bad I almost felt bad—almost. Now I’ll have to let things blow over before going back. ” He waved the subject off, eagerly looking back to Octavia.  “ But enough of my nonsense, what’s been going on with you? ”

[benvolioslughcrn]

He’s in desperate need of a drink. Has been all day. Listening to his uncle brag about this and that, desperately trying to socialize with people he hates, it’s exhausting. He sends an owl to Rabastan halfway through the day to see if he’s free later– never cool to drink alone, now, is it?– and is relieved to find out he is. He heads over to the bar when he’s finally free, and is already halfway through a firewhiskey when Rabastan gets there. 

“Please keep walking if you are going to try and talk to me about florists, I beg you.”

@pyrabmaniac

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Rabastan had been drinking since a quarter past two—it wasn’t atypical behavior, but he felt the need to slow down significantly once Benvolio’s owl came tapping at his window. He preferred to be at least somewhat level-headed when meeting with his comrade later on. Once it was time, the wizard apparated a short block away from the rendezvous point and walked the rest of the way to the bar. Sauntering inside, his dark eyes quickly scanned the vicinity before locating Benvolio. “ You know, I was actually thinking something a little less traditional for your big day. Have you considered something else in lieu of flowers? ” Rabastan teasingly greeted as his lips contorted into a devilish smirk. “ Come on mate, you know that isn’t my prerogative. Why don’t you let me get the next round and you spill what’s on your mind? ” He suggested as he summoned the nearest bartender to fetch another round of fire-whiskey for the pair.