* VIOLENT / charm .

❛  as my story came to    a    close,   i realized  that  i  was the villain all along . ───────────── AUGUSTUS ROOKWOOD . as penned by amanda.

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[candyumbrella-deactivated202002]

Okay, why do you think she brought that up to you, Mike? I don’t know. Maybe to show us why she deserves to be on the bench. Bullshit.

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Stefan…

[reedmoranos]

Kevin Spacey as Francis Underwood in House of Cards, season 2, episode 1.

[rookchased]

*      /      carrow,   a.

“ —– couple reporters more or less. what’s the difference?” he says, tossing the daily prophet to the side. doesn’t exactly take the publication SERIOUSLY, but reads it nonetheless. if only to see what nonsense is published that day – see how deep their corruption runs. he finds it amusing. almost as amusing as its reporters being killed off like flies, but that’s a different story. which he SURPRISINGLY did not have any hand in. though he kinda wishes that he had, now that he can see the outcome. maybe next time a reporter puts their nose where it doesn’t belong, he can have some fun too. an embroidered silver spoon is stirred in his tea, and he takes a bite out of his scone, all the while ignoring the chatter of the three broomsticks’ breakfast crowd. doesn’t bother him. neither does his table companion, so he doesn’t spare them a second look as he spreads more raspberry jam onto his bread. his voice remains cold, quiet, barely audible. “too insensitive? i can feel you staring, but we both know that i’m right. reporters are like cockroaches. kill two, three new ones appear.”

augustus picks up the discarded paper as he settles into the seat across from amycus.      fenwick and podmore . . . two prophet employees . . . a chase.      eyes skim over the article as he leans back in the seat,   an unamused brow arching.      the investigative reporters at the paper were notorious for pissing off the worst people,   but curiosity sparks at what information they could have had to warrant this.      but clearly it wasn’t an issue anymore.      the newspaper makes a crack as he drops it back against the table,   but the sharp sound is lost in the morning chatter and tinkling of silver against ceramic.      eyes roll at the other man’s words.      ❝    the least you could do is sound a little remorseful,   amycus,     ❞      augustus offers plainly,   tone low.      ❝    never know who’s listening.    ❞      a short smile flickers across his lips                   he was typically those listening ears.      when he speaks again,   his volume returns to a normal level,      ❝    really tragic about the fiancee.      couldn’t imagine what she’s going through.     ❞

[rookchased]

*      /      moody,   a.

“ fucking hell, it’s been forty minutes. “ he complained in barely a whisper to the man standing to his left in the big atrium. atop a podium reserved for such public speeches within the ministry, bagnold kept on talking, some stuff a bit important ( the ministry’s stance on the muggleborn registry which was to never exist, the crackdown on corruption ), some stuff not at all, like the regular self-congratulatory lines and talks of budget cuts to smaller offices. nothing that could impact those two. “ just curse me already. “ augustus was his usual partner in such occasions, thankfully. // @rookchased

boredom glazes over green eyes.      the bureaucracy of it all was exhausting in and of itself.      but he takes it all in regardless,   information to be put aside to consider later.      information to be relayed elsewhere.      reducing corruption ?      that was the knights’ goal in the first place.      ❝   only if you hex me first.    ❞       his voice is light,   joking,   a brief smirk ghosting across his lips.      arms cross loosely against his chest as he looks away from bagnold and over to his right hand during these long assemblies in the ministry.      ❝   same shite,   new week.      i’m going to need a drink after this.      on you,   of course.    ❞

[grace-adler]

#mood

[pearsonspecterlitt]

[rookchased]

*      /      bones,   e .

his quill scratched against the parchment- the sound, after four feet, turned into an irritating screech that rang in his ears. and it was only middle. dipping into the ink pot, he wished the ministry could switch to those delightful pens sturgis introduced him to. a forceful dot ended the paragraph, a hand rubbed across his brow. the minister had to deliver his work in three days’ time, and two drafts already laid in ashes at his feet. he closed his eyes in thought, not even flinching, not deigning to turn round, at the telltale signs of another’s approach. “the minister isn’t available, no she does not want to attend your wedding, and sorry but i cannot waive your misuse of magic fine.” now go away, he wanted to snap. but bad manners never got anyone elected. || @rookchased

footsteps echo off the hardwood.      even around the organized frenzy that is the minister’s office,   edgar is astute as ever in noting his surroundings.      augustus had to give him that much.      the wizard leans against the threshold,   a short smirk toying at his lips as the other gentleman speaks.       ❝   she doesn’t want to attend my wedding ?      i’m offended.      i thought the two of us had a good thing going.    ❞       a feigned sigh as he walks further into the other man’s office,   dropping into an empty chair opposite him.      ❝   do you ever take a break,   bones ?    ❞   

[rookchased]

*      /      carrow,   a .

        her laughter fills the room, it drowns out the music and makes head turn her way. elegant hand placed on the man’s shoulder, playing momentarily with the lapel of his suit jacket, as she leans in. lips almost touching his cheek as she whispers something that the public eye can’t know. THEN, the music picks up again and she dances in his arms once more. emerald hues seeking out another man, her equal ( @rookchased ), knowing that he is studying her right now. the blonde always had a knack for knowing when his attention was given. she awaits for him to whisk her away from the scene, but yet he hasn’t come. thus she laughs a bit louder, flirts a little heavier with the man before her and acts in a manner worthy of an OSCAR. putting on a show just for augustus, to gauge reaction, she leans in closer to the man. lets his hand move to her lower back and yet again she laughs. then, the pace changes and she ( again ) moves away from her entertainment. changing her dance partner into another, and another, until she feels familiar hands snake around her waist. ❝ –– about time, augustus  ❞

when she wants to be noticed,   there’s no ignoring her.      picture :   a tribute to aphrodite,   with ashes of empires on her tongue and a smile that could make a man go to war.      augustus knows her games,   though,   as well as she knows his own                  so he doesn’t bite,   yet.      instead makes his rounds around the elite in attendance tonight,   laughing at the right moments and speaking at the proper times.      cat and cat as he buries the agitation that flickers in jade hues as he spots a greengrass with his hands on her.      augustus moves along to speak with mr. rosier,   dances with one of the parkinson girls,   until he reaches her in the crowd.      he steps into the dance with ease,   arm slipping around the blonde’s waist.      ❝   what can i say,   i got bored debating the registry with elder abbott.    ❞       his voice is light,   though the hands grasping her own and settled on the curve of her lower back hold the tone of something more possessive.      ❝   rowle not enough entertainment for you,   alecto ?    ❞

[rossmundpike]

[rookchased]

*     /     bones,   moody,   carrow .

“again, i’m sorry.” the words rang with sincerity, his face the picture of chagrin. though quickly followed by, “but i couldn’t back down. that’s what she expected me to do.” he straightened his tie, steps away from the restaurant doors and the disastrous double date yet to begin. “she challenged me, al.” the she referring to alecto carrow- first love, ex-girlfriend, and all around pain in his ass. having dinner with alecto and augustus (her new love, his boss) sounded as appealing as being mauled by a bear but… the challenge. it shouldn’t have mattered- edgar had moved on, truly. the man next to him evidence enough but. only two people knew what transpired at the end of his and alecto’s relationship, what bad feelings could destroy years of- now he’s not certain what it was. still, he knew alecto- perhaps better than anyone, and he would not indulge her in the fantasy that her decisions still ruled his life. he reached out to take alastor’s hand, squeezing and releasing. this was not his partner’s idea of a night well spent. “did i say that i’ll make it up to you? because i will,” took a step closer, “make it up to you. tonight, tomorrow…” his voice lowered in promise before he abruptly strode toward the door. “right after we get this damned exercise over with.” 

@alaslor @rookchased @alectxs

alastor looked at him with almost as much confusion as he had the night edgar told him about the dinner. not that rivalry and pettiness were something the man couldn’t understand ( or relate to ) but there was a clear line being crossed there. alastor moody was a private man with a need to keep his personal life away from most eyes, and being just as overworked as edgar, date nights were quite special moments - yet there they were, walking into a restaurant with ed’s ex and augustus. “ what the hell are we going to do then ? just stare at each other and chat ?  that’s a dinner party, not a date. “ date night was holding hands, loving smiles, inside jokes - that provocation tactic edgar had moved to, as well. “ ed…” the nickname rolled out of his tongue softly. a rarity, saved for the private moments. his lips eventually formed a smile, coy, subtle, and slowly the stern look on his face disappeared. “ fine. alright. you ARE making it up to me, and i won’t forget about this quickly. “ with the blink of an eye, edgar was gone, already up the steps to the door. alastor sighed and caught up, pulling him closer for the briefest of moments, one hand around the side of the other man’s face, one quick kiss. exhaling one more time, as if to prepare for what was to come, alastor opened the door and walked in - from barely any distance, he could see the other two at the table, and after sorting out the reservation and place, he was there, a polite smile on his lips. “ sorry we’re late. “ about five minutes only. which translates to roughly three months in his head.

truly, her evening could be spent in a far more fashionable manner but the charade that was her life ( her livelihood ) needed to be played. cameras flashing when she had exited the car, hand connecting with augustus’ as he had helped her out the car, and a smile as famous as julia roberts’ graced her lips. alecto was a VISION, and with the handsome man ( @rookchased· ) holding her hand she became eternal. the evening, the CHALLENGE, had been her idea and she had convinced her current flame to indulge in it with a promise of what the night could hold for him, should he play his cards right. thus, when she sees her EX and his new beau enter the restaurant alecto makes sure to let her eyes bat at augustus before soft kiss is pressed to his cheek. the evening had only begun but she would put on a show for the world, already seeing the headlines about her compassion and kindness –– the uniqueness of her ‘friendship’ with edgar bones. ❝ edgar, alastor –– no worries, it happens. especially when you don’t live close. ❞ disarming smile given to them both as she greets them. the comment about that they could not live close in this area cutting but delivered in such a manner that few would know of the sharpness of it. ❝ –– i didn’t even notice you were late until you mentioned it. augustus were telling me this incredible story. if you only knew, ❞ laughter leaving her lips. ❝ –– how about some dom to start of the evening? ❞

he smiles in the face of media attention,   and few people can tell the difference between this and a more genuine one.      augustus is used to the cameras,   the prodding questions,   the attempts to catch one off guard.      law had long since prepared him for something in the political spectrum,   but alecto’s sphere in entertainment was newer.      it required a different sort of . . . preparation.      as did an evening with gentlemen he considered friends,   when alecto was part of the equation.        ❝   do i need to remind you i’m not a fan of being used as fodder against an employee of mine ?    ❞       lips brush against the shell of her ear and the grin that curves at his lips makes him look like the near - boyfriend they’ve been painting him as for weeks,   months,   now.      free hand,   out of sight,   grasps her’s beneath the table and squeezes once as he pulls away,   offering a charmed smile to the couple joining them.      ❝   she’s giving me too much credit,   we all know i’m not as funny as i’d like to claim i am.    ❞      augustus’ back hits the high - backed chair as he motions towards the empty seats,   a silent way of telling them to sit before he nods towards the server passing by.      ❝   how’ve you been,   alastor ?      saw the verdict on your case earlier,   congrats.    ❞

[rookchased]

*     /     imessage .

[ 4:30 PM ] : augustus >>> @alectxs : i’m leaving the office in an hour and have that moscato you like at home. [ 4:30 PM ] : augustus >>> alecto : see you at 6?

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[rookchased]

*   /   edgrbnes .

he rapped the file folder on the conference table. an almost manic energy fueling him in lieu of real sleep. it was election season- with few hours to spare on trivial matters like sleep. “we have to do more to court the women’s vote.” slipping into a seat across augustus rookwood, he pulled loose a few pages, laying them against the wood. “i’ve arranged a few targeted appearances- children’s home, equal pay brunch, the usual. but,” he hesitated, not keen on his next suggestion. still edgar would let his personal feelings suffer, and a great deal more, if it meant winning augustus the parliament seat (and practically guaranteeing his own success in politics). “we need to give more exposure to alecto. she’s your sway with women.” although alecto had a way of swaying most everyone. much of the press painted edgar as the heartbroken martyr, content to let the love of his life ride off into the sunset with his close friend. no, the sight of augustus and alecto filled him with relief, perhaps regret edged, but relief that it wasn’t him. “ “i can make a call, unless you’d prefer to do it yourself.” || @rookchased

augustus was no stranger to long hours.      especially now,   when he was still doing some cases at the firm on top of campaigning.      though he enjoyed the constant business --- it kept him working,   kept him on his toes.       ❝   good to see you too,   ed.      my day was great,   thanks for asking,   won in court today.      and how was your day,   mr. bones ?    ❞       light hues settled on his campaign manager,   tone dry as he went on.      ❝   i get that i pay you to be like this,   but you can breathe every once in a while,   you know.    ❞      he leans forward in the high - backed chair,   forearms propping him up on the table as he takes in the papers before him.      regardless of his previous statement,   augustus himself starts shifting into campaign mode.      ❝   what about the,   ah,    ❞      he begins gesturing vaguely,   as though willing the event name to come to him,    ❝   the women’s conference next month ?      in birmingham.      i heard they’re doing a speaker series.    ❞      numbers and overinflated sentences explaining statistics roll across the pages edgar brought along and though augustus could easily understand were he to read them,   he instead elects to sit back.      ❝   she’s having brunch with my sister tomorrow,   i’ll talk to her then.      how do you suggest we use her in the campaign more ?    ❞      brows arch as arms bend behind his head,   fingers lacing to cradle the back of his head.      ❝   and how did that interview my mother did go over ?    ❞

[dailymysticfalls]