* unceasing.

[heavenly-hellion-blog]

Detention was as it always was, terribly boring and much too long. He didn’t quite mind it though; it was better than expulsion after all. Leaving the classroom he’d been doing work in he watched as Alecto moved into his line of sight. The boy tilted his head back a bit as he looked at the girl standing in his way. “I am ever so lucky to have been given the…Thrilling job, of organizing paperwork for teachers who don’t want to do it themselves.” Cassius shrugged and put his hands into his pockets. 

“It’s the price I must pay for being a. Victim of circumstance.” Mulciber broke into a grin, “But, were you waiting for little old me? I’m absolutely flattered, Alecto.” he laughed at himself, “Do you want something?” 

[qveenalecto-blog]

They’d all been there once or twice before. GIven the unfortunate business of dealing with detention and its ever boring process. It could have been much worse for Mulciber had Rabastan and her brother not given evidence in his favor although false. Alecto hadn’t been the least bit surprised at that. Alecto hated detention and that was why when she did something she could get in trouble she left no tracks back to her if she could help it. She didn’t have time to waste in detention. “You should have done it incorrectly, purposely made it all wrong because I highly doubt they would even notice or care.” She smirks at her own idea.

“You’ll make it through it eventually, at least it’s better than expulsion.” She slid her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Don’t let it go to your head or I don’t think our friendship will last.” She jokes of course. “I’m here for you, thought you could use some fun after boring detention.”

[killerstrange-deactivated201907]

Hummed voice stirred savage bones to life, his adrenaline fixated on arriving at another peak while his features appeared flat as a map, untelling. Rabastan didn’t even turn to greet her. He knew the sight too well, he’d know her if he was blind, he has come to memorize every inch of her skin as he often has the chance when she falls asleep, his eyes perusing the woman he ravaged moments ago. The sound of his name, though, beckoned some kind of response even if it came in the form of his body jerking towards hers. 

Accepting his ruined solitude, allowed purely for his viper, Rabastan spoke towards the sky. “ You know I enjoy games. ” He says, languid. Aware of the time, her presence, how his steady breaths came, and his feet stuck to the ground, his brain continues to be scattered in a million different cities as he pipes up. “ A peculiar time to come up here - where you undoubtedly knew I was at. In the mood for a chat, hmm? ” 

[qveenalecto-blog]

Nimble fingers slide against the stone as she takes a few steps, her eyes falling over the dusted floor before looking to him. His features betray no emotion as he stares but she knows the feeling in his veins say otherwise. For others his sense of disinterest he shows would send people away but Alecto only ever feels herself drawn to him as she always does. The amount of nights spent together in one place or the other, her body often parallel to his moments after the ecstasy they had just experienced. His body that jerks towards her is enough to know he has accepted her intrusion as always.

Alecto leans against the wall, her shoulder digging into the cold stone. The ends of her lips curving up every so slightly. “ Depends on the game. ” Her voice is low as she speaks, the very games they enjoy most would shudder at. She shrugs at his line of questioning, pretending to be coy and unaware of any reason she would seek him out in the night. “ You know I’ve never been one for curfew. Maybe I just came here to look at the stars but since you’re here why not? Among other things. ”

[killerstrange-deactivated201907]

It’s nights as these he comes here and unknots, ties severed from duties and responsibilities if only to breath. It was times as these, at midnight, where they speak on how the stars are gleaming in all there glory and he can attest to that. Rabastan’s eyes went to the darkened sky, where a largess of light shone upon the tower, grey stone regaining color under luminous starlight. 

“ Whoever’s there better show yourself, right now, ” he calls back, his voice like bullets while verdant hues remained steady on the sky. Of course, even his night of solace would be disrupted by some wandering figure. The devil never could gain the holy kingdom, why would he be allowed solitude. Mutely, elbows dig into the stone edge, waiting for the intruder to step out of the shadows or flee, preferable the latter. 

[qveenalecto-blog]

It doesn’t matter where he goes, every hiding place of his she knows because often it becomes their own. Seeking him out isn’t entirely difficult, tracing his steps, understanding the places that he might go. Alecto knows Rabastan all too well as he knows her. Their dark hearts almost one in the same. She catches a glimpse of the night darkened sky through the windows as she climbs her way up the astronomy tower. A best place to hide away after curfew where not even the professors would dare look. Not many willing to take on the steps at night.

Smoothing her hair over her shoulder, a small smirk falls on scarlet lips as she makes it to the top of the stairs. His voice an echo through her bones as she gazes upon him as the light from the moon provides the only light. “ It wasn’t like I was trying sneak up on you, well maybe not this time Rabastan. ” Her voice is almost a purr when she speaks his name, her fingers weaving into the ends of her dark and luxurious locks.

[qveenalecto-blog]

➵

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse.

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand.| I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you. | I respect you. | You are my family. | I don’t know you.

[qveenalecto-blog]

➵

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse.

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you. | I respect you. | You are my family. | I don’t know you.

[qveenalecto-blog]

@heavenly-hellion

Leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest, Alecto stares down at one of her fingernails as she waits. Admiring the dark scarlet that covers them, she waits impatiently for the door nearest to open. Amycus and Rabastan had done well with their evidence, though every word of it had dripped with lies. She knew that Cassius would be out of detention soon and so she waited. The sound of the door opening rouses her and a grin spreads on her lips. “Detention for week. Could be much worse.” She pushes herself off the wall as she crosses the space slightly to stand in front of Cassius. “Do they have you sitting at a desk for hours or are you the unfortunate recipient of monotonous work?”

[roleplayers-ink]

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

( adapted from dw’s heart meme. )

[qveenalecto-blog]

@marleneofmckinnon

Walking through the halls, Alecto holds the book in her arms close to her chest. After recent events, she was surprised how everyone has turned to normalcy just a few days after. They would rather ignore another terrible event at Hogwarts further proving that the castle is no safe haven. Ignorance is bliss as they say and they would rather ignore past events than think too much on them. Already she hopes for something new and even worse to break the fog around their eyes. Rounding a corner she nearly runs into another figure and there is a small sneer on her lips as she looks at them. Mckinnon. “In another drunken stupor this early in the day Mckinnon? Honestly I’m impressed. You must be going for a new record, what’s next, drinking at nine in the morning, spiking your pumpkin juice?” Alecto smirks at the other girl.

[qveenalecto-blog]

@twofacedserpent

There was a heavy sigh that escaped scarlet lips as she dropped the quill between her fingers. Looking down at the book in front of her, another disgruntled sound emerged this time to alert her companion across from her to her presence. Alecto had agreed to studying with Helena but hours had already passed and as much as she knew she needed to study, she had become increasingly bored and the words on the pages of the books turned to nonsense. Alecto rested her elbows against the table as she her eyes gazed at the Slytherin head girl. “Helena.” She said softly but with a twinge of whine in her voice. “It’s been hours since we started and I am terribly bored. My attention span cannot handle this right now.” She wasn’t above pouting when it came to certain people.

[kisaageckos-deactivated20201017]

“If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart.” (x)

[qveenalecto-blog]

LIKE FOR A STARTER!

[doloreswyatt-deactivated2017011]

…he took everything from me.

[zaritarazi]

Santanico Pandemonium + Season 2 Looks

[marleneofmckinnon]

Studying had been a challenge - an impossible one - within the crowded Gryffindor common room. Blame placed on all of them, despite whatever secure alibi they may have had, and had been consequently banished to the tower lest they want to endure pointing fingers and angry glares. Marlene couldn’t stand it anymore - it was letting the true criminals win if they locked themselves away, wasn’t it? - and so she ventured out to the library. Just her luck that the book she needed lay in a pile on the table of Alecto Carrow.

“No, and trust me, I’d really rather not be here either,” Marlene huffed, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. “But I need that book, if you’ll be done with it anytime soon.”

[qveenalecto-blog]

It was times like this she remembered why she didn’t like studying in the library. It was all too easy for undesirables to disrupt her train of thought and make her aware of their unsightly presence. A traitor to their blood and everything she would never stand for. Alecto scowls, bringing the feather of her quill close to her face as she spares only a glance to the Gryffindor. One of the few brave souls to leave the safety of their untouched common room as they scrounged for a way to clear their names with alibis they desperately clung to. She knew the true culprits of the night of the Dark Arts Tournament but such a secret would never leave her lips and she did love to see the entirety of Gryffindor house scramble in their fear of being seen as something so terrible.

“Then you could have gone anywhere but here,” Alecto says coldly, flipping the quills in her fingers. “And what I’m not done with it anytime soon?”

[killerstrange-deactivated201907]

Her presence drawing near had a steady hand tremble, prompting a soft palm to slide cool stone against his warm wrist. He dragged it along, narrowly avoiding her scrutinizing gaze that held all the answers to secrets being hushed among these halls. Callous fingers drawing senseless circles on the stone, Rabastan is miles away while still chained to the body that has him planted to the ground. Her words struck the chord, a final tune, which proved a simple clarity he was hyper aware of in any point of the days to have passed and ones to come. Alecto knew. “Is that a vow you're making?” He interjects with instead, phlegmatic features releasing nothing in the air between them despite how small it had become, a slick open hand in reach of her curved frame. “Will you be relinquishing all the secrets yet uncovered, mon viper?” 

An alarming smirk, he does little to shield his guilt. It only took one harmless spell to coat their common room in a color that brought fond memories. A color that represented the bodies clawed open, or drips that spilt from unforgiving nights. Crimson, oddly fitting for a snake den with those that swallowed their own imperfections and exposed others of their blemishes, all the frailty that ran rampant in impure veins. “Mmm, never one to disappoint. But, always one to retrieve belongings.” Rabastan doesn’t admit to his guilt and he doesn’t spurn it either. Settling into a comfortable medium, where they both understood it was he behind mischievous deeds without words spewing it out. 

[qveenalecto-blog]

Dark eyes gaze over his form as he stands, drifting to the hand that draws circles on the stone that surrounds them. Very easily could she see through him for there were none that understood or knew his dark and deceptive heart like her, she was one in the same as him. It was no struggle or challenge to truly know the culprit of the damage to the Slytherin common room. There was others, two others she knew were also involved and it made her smirk to think of how well they had crafted their plan and executed it without the truth being easily known. “To always know the secrets you lay hidden underneath the surface? Always.” She glides even closer as she feels the warmth of his hand snake around her and the small space that had been between them almost becomes non-existent. “That entirely depends on what I get out of it. You know I don’t do anything unless it benefits me. Whether giving me pleasure or satisfaction.” 

Tilting her head upwards, her shrouded eyes match his own as he looks pleased at her acknowledgement of the color the common room became. The very red they both love to see as it falls from the frail bodies of their conquests. Were she painter, it would be the only color on her palette. Many would not understand the perfection and beauty of said color in their common room but it hardly mattered what they thought. A pout forms on her lips, “But you know how much I love that shirt. It will find its way back to my room, I’m sure of it.” A knowing smirk changes her lips as she leans close as she is acutely aware of the emptiness of the room and the only presence that draws her in. She would never publicly admit her weakness for him but it’s all too evident in moments like this. How well they understood each other that it didn’t even need to be spoken.

[duskgifs]

Santanico in ‘Dusk Returns’

[qveenalecto-blog]

Alecto scowled at the the book in front of her. Pretending to actually care about the work she was supposed to be doing. While she tried to keep her marks as high as she could, it was still monotonous after the events of the past week. This was nothing near as exciting as what had happened and in truth she wished to focus more on the students that were still freaking out over the trashing of the common rooms and dormitories. Oh how she loved to see filthy mudblood Gryffindors squirm to expunge the guilt upon them. The newfound presence across from her makes her sigh audibly. “Do I look like I want company right now?” She asks not expecting a real answer.