Pained Faces

— Andrew Danes; Twenty Two; Muggleborn And you still hear their screams ringing in yourears at night, brining dreams ofvengeance. ❝ and until my dying breath, nothing will dare to harm her. all that's left. ❞

[rewrittenfmpromo]

        She heaved a sigh, eyes moving from her hands to focus on them. “I don’t want to talk about it.” She replied, shrugging her shoulders in defeat. Nothing was going her way, even now, she was finding herself torn between many things. Deep down she missed her friends. She felt as these days, she no longer had any. “It’s a sore topic, sorry.”

[slytherdanes]

“Then you don’t have to talk about it.” The blond said, looking down into his glass of whiskey, before sliding her glass over towards her. “But this might take that edge off.” He offered her a smile, his gaze meeting hers. 

[slytherdanes]

violet-danes:

“Just because you can be understanding doesn’t mean you are understanding. There’s a difference Andrew.” Violet replied abruptly. She rolled her eyes once again. “No, no Andrew, I don’t think it is. Do you actually release how much you drink? Please say you’re just oblivious and not in denial.” The blonde knew it was a rhetorical question but she couldn’t help herself. “Having the odd drink isn’t wrong, I have no issue with you drinking occasionally, but it’s not occasionally, is it?” She pointed out before scoffing at the male. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Are you really that dense? Have you never heard of liver damage?” 

“Maybe it would be easier to be understanding if you maybe thought things through a little and stopped putting yourself in stupid situations.” His voice was getting louder with every word. “You’re making a problem out of nothing. Some people can handle more than a single damn cocktail.” He took in a deep breath and pressed his lips together. He was trying to hold in his frustration, but he wasn’t doing the best job at it. “What does it matter how much it is?” Andrew knew why it mattered but at this point he just didn’t care. “Oh and I’m sure liver damage kills much quicker than that little friend of yours when he gets his hand on a wand and decides that carving symbols into your skin isn’t enough to satisfy his sadistic urges.”

[slytherdanes]

imperfectrobin:

The redhead pouted as she shook her head, “No way. They’re not the same. Look if it was on a scale nippy would be further down the scale near chilly, it’s no where near cold.” 

“Maybe.” Andrew tilted his head in consideration. “But, they are still pretty interchangeable.” He shrugged, a light chuckle leaving his lips. 

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violet-danes:

The blonde rolled her eyes. “Of course you would be, because understanding is one of your well known traits.” She replied sarcastically. He was far from understanding when he found out about her friendship with the death eater, but, of course, he’d say that was different. “And can I just add I have been understanding, I’ve kept quiet for ages. It’s only when your drinking became more excessive that I started bringing it up.” She pointed out crossing her arms.  “How did I not see this coming? I should have known you’d drag this back up.” Violet shook her head with a scowl on her face. 

“I can be understanding, Violet.” Perhaps not recently, when it came to his sister’s safety and the friends she chose to keep that jeopardised that safety, but he was capable of it in other situations. “Excessive?” Andrew scoffed. “That’s a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” Andrew was not expecting an answer to that question, of course. “Look, just because I deal with things differently to you doesn’t mean it is wrong. My way doesn’t put me in danger, at least.” The way she seemed to be dealing with her traumatic experiences didn’t seem healthy to him. “But sure, pretend I’m the one acting irresponsibly. Pretend I’m the one putting myself on death’s door.”  

[slytherdanes]

violet-danes:

Violet glared at her brother, not backing down. She shook her head. “No, I’m not and I’m fed up of you acting like I’m the bad guy just for caring. If the roles were reversed you know you’d be the same if not worse.” 

“I think I would be a bit more understanding.” Andrew said, though it was most certainly not the truth. He would be worse. Still, he wasn’t going to admit that in this mood. “And with the choices you’re insisting on making recently, I don’t think you have a right to comment on mine.” Perhaps he was out of line, but he couldn't stop. "So just drop it."

[slytherdanes]

imperfectrobin:

Robin shook her head with a light laugh. She just looked at the male with a grin, before rolling his eyes. “Don’t be such a drama queen, it’s really not that cold. Just a bit nippy.” 

Andrew cocked his head to the side as he listened to the redhead. “You know that nippy and cold mean the same thing, right?” 

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violet-danes:

The young witch could see her brother’s demeanour change right in front of her eyes. She bit down on her lip trying to control her own annoyance. Violet raised a brow surprised by the male’s words and tone. “Fine, if you want to be selfish and drink yourself to death you do that.” She snapped back shaking her head at the male. 

Andrew pressed his lips together and his gaze moved from Violet to look briefly at the ceiling. He couldn’t believe how big a deal she was making out of this. “Come on, Violet.” He shook his head and sighed. “Don’t you think you’re exaggerating?” 

[slytherdanes]

imperfectrobin:

A laugh fell from her lips. “Okay, so you may have a point there, I’ll give you that one.” She replied giving another laugh as she raised her hand to cover her mouth. Robin bit her lip trying to suppress her smug grin as she saw the male kick his shoes off. “YES! SCORE!” She shouted grinning. “You should know by now that I always get my own way.” 

A triumphant smile found its way to his lips. “You see.” He shrugged, laughing lightly. Though, the laughter grew louder as she began shouting. He was half-wishing he hadn’t bothered to step in now. Then again, her reaction had been amusing enough to make it worth it. “I see that.” He rolled his eyes, moving in deeper. “Though, I was right when I said it was cold.” 

[slytherdanes]

imperfectrobin:

“It’s honestly not that cold, do you really think I’d be in here if it was freezing cold?” She pointed out raising a brow at the male. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she saw the male step closer. 

Andrew considered her question for a moment. “Honestly?” He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Probably. You’re a little bit crazy sometimes.” A smirk pulled on the corners of his lips as he met her gaze. But, after a moment, he finally kicked off his shoes and stepped slowly into the lake to join her. “You happy now?” 

[slytherdanes]

violet-danes:

Violet could feel herself getting a little frustrated with her brother. She could just about understand where he was coming from but she felt like he was unable to see her point of view. “You do though because you’re not looking after yourself. You never do.” Her frustration could be heard in her voice as she spoke to the blond. “Well, if you don’t want me to do it you need to start doing it yourself.” 

Andrew straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest. There was a mixture of both guilt and annoyance in his features. He didn’t like being the cause of his sister’s worry, but at the same time there wasn’t anything wrong and her insistence to bring it up constantly was not something he appreciated. “I don’t need it.” There was a harsh note to his voice now. “I’m an adult, I can do what I want, and I don’t need to be babied when I do.” He sighed. “Just drop it.”

[slytherdanes]

themisunderstoodslytherin:

Spencer nodded along happily. He gave another sigh, he just couldn’t understand why the male wasn’t following. “Me and my family, of course.” He stated rolling his eyes. “Of course it is. She was my best friend, I’ve been lost without her. I just… I can’t believe my family lied to me about it.” The male replied, his words slurred from the alcohol and emotions running through him. “Nahh, I’m just a little tipsy.” He replied with another dopey grin. “I’ve told you, the more comfortable I get the more danger I’m in. My father thinks I’m getting too close to you all– I am, aren’t I? Or at least I was…” He shook his head starting to feel emotional. “I’ve missed you.” He admitted a frown settling on his face. Spencer shook his head. “No, no, no – of course they didn’t.” The wizard ran a shaky hand through his hair, swaying on the spot as his balance got worse. “Do you hate me now?” He asked worried as the male told him he couldn’t stay with him. Before he could say another word a sudden wave of nausea came over him. “Drew… I don’t feel so well.” He complained holding his hand to his head. “ 

Spencer’s comment only worked to further confuse the blond. “Why would my death have anything to do with them?” Hell, Andrew didn’t even know Spencer’s family -- other than the fact they were Death Eaters. Well, he supposed that by mere coincidence they could be involved in his eventual death. “The main thing is that she’s alive. But it is shitty that they lied to you.” Small lies within families were always a given, but something this big was certainly unacceptable. “You’re drunk.” He repeated, giving him a serious look. There was no tipsy about his current state. “How would he know?” He asked, raising a brow. He knew that asking questions to someone who was so clearly out of it was both a recipe for disaster and somewhat useless in that it could result in going around in circles. Yet, he was curious as to how his father would get such information. Andrew frowned at Spencer’s next comment and looked at the floor for a moment before sighing. “I’ve missed you too.” Though Andrew had tried to forget about him, and their last conversation. Hm. Andrew had just assumed. And Spencer hadn’t exactly given him straight answers to point in any other directions. Then again, the time they’d spoken about it was the time that Spencer had decided that they shouldn’t be spending time together so it was possible that he had missed some of what was said. “Then who?” Was it wrong to ask when Andrew knew he had no filter? Probably. But the question was out there now. “Hey, hey,” Andrew put his hand on the wizard’s shoulder. “Come on, we’ll get you inside.” He said, directing him towards the door he’d only recently come from.

[slytherdanes]

violet-danes:

Violet would be lying if she said the sigh that fell from her brother’s lips didn’t make her feel bad but she knew they had to speak about this sooner or later. “I do though Drew because you don’t seem to. If I’m not worrying about you, who is? Because your too occupied looking after everyone else you forget about yourself.” She pointed out with a small frown. The blonde shook her head. “It’s not just a little though, is it?” 

“I don’t need looking after.” Andrew told his sister simply. It wasn’t her job to do that, and the fact that she felt she had to did not make him feel much better. “And you don’t have to be the one to do it. You’re my little sister, Violet. It’s not your job.” He took in a deep breath and averted his gaze. “It’s fine. Stop worrying.” 

[slytherdanes]

themisunderstoodslytherin:

Spencer nodded smiling, “Good, I’m glad. I was ever so worried.” The male admitted as he tilted his head. A scoff left the male’s mouth “War shmore! Why has everything got to be about the stupid war. Your death wouldn’t have anything to do with the war, would it.” The young wizard was just assuming that they were both on the same page and that the blonde was privy to the same information he was. “Yeah, Reagan, my sister. She’s not actually dead– who knew.” He shook he head baffled by the whole situation. Spencer’s grin grew wider as he saw Andrew smiling too. “You have a lovely smile, why are you always so grumpy when you have such a nice smile?” He asked raising his brow at the male. Spencer nodded vigorously. “Yep.” He replied popping the ‘p’. “Why on earth would I think the order would hurt me? No, no, no… I’m not scared of you lot.” A sigh fell from his lips. “Can I go with you?” He asked chewing his lip nervously as he looked at the blond.

Andrew couldn’t help the slight chuckle that left his lips at Spencer’s words. “Well you don’t have to be.” Though why the wizard was worried, Andrew had little idea. Again, the blond’s brows furrowed and he met the wizard’s gaze. “No? Then, what would my death have to do with?” He questioned, genuinely curious. If he heard another quip about his drinking, though, he would be walking right back into that house. Or at least he would after he knew Spencer was home safe. Andrew nodded in understanding now, though how he was supposed to gather that, he didn’t know. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” He knew Spencer’s relations with his family weren’t exactly great, so perhaps it wasn’t a good thing. But, having bad relations with family and wishing them dead were two completely separate things. “You’re drunk.” Andrew stated as the dark-haired wizard complimented him. “Why would you want that?” He asked, his eyes narrowing in confusion. Surely that wasn’t something any sane person would want. Though, it was true that Spencer was very drunk at that moment. “Didn’t they hurt you last time?” Andrew was beginning to think there was a lot that he didn’t know going on. And that was fine because Spencer didn’t want to divulge that information, and had no reason to. After all, they were no longer... whatever they had been -- friends? “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Look, we’ll just get you back to your room, okay?” 

[slytherdanes]

themisunderstoodslytherin:

He wasn’t quite sure what the male meant by his comment, maybe he was in the middle of moving – who knew. A laugh spilled from his lips. “Yeah, you know, not dead.“ He stated obviously as if the blonde should know. “No, no… I wouldn’t know would I? Reagan was alive and I didn’t know, he told me she was dead you see.” Spencer was oblivious to the fact his words would just be riddles for the blonde. He looked at the male with a grin as he caught him from falling. “Did I say hello?” The male asked his cheeks rosy from the alcohol in his system. “That’s not my home.” He muttered pouting slightly. “I hate it there. I’m too comfortable there. The more I comfortable I get the more danger I put myself in… put….everyone in.” Spencer shut his eyes briefly. “I need another drink Drew.” He slurred rubbing at one his eyes tiredly. 

“Not dead.” Andrew repeated with a singular nod. “I know there’s a war going on, but there haven’t been any attacks since the last.” He told the dark-haired wizard. Though, he was well aware of the fact that he may very well be talking to a wall with Spencer as drunk as he was. His eyes narrowed as he listened to Spencer’s words. He had zero clue what the wizard was talking about, much less who Reagan was. “Reagan?” He questioned him, brows raising slightly. After catching the wizard, seeing his dopey smile that accompanied the greeting caused a small smile to fight its way onto Andrew’s face. It was swiftly removed with Spencer’s following comments, however. “You want to be somewhere you’re not comfortable?” His brows drew together as he frowned. “We’re not going to hurt you here, Spencer. You’re not in danger.” That was easier said when he had been hurt in the last invasion, presumably by one of them. “Not again.” He patted the man’s shoulder before removing his hold on him. “I think you’re better off calling it a night.” 

[slytherdanes]

imperfectrobin:

She wasn’t about to admit that he was right and it was bloody well cold in there, so instead she gave him a toothy smile. “Come on, you wimp. It’s not that bad. Anyway with all that whiskey you drink you should permanently be warm so what harm will it do?”  

Andrew couldn’t help the smile that made its way to his lips as he listened to her comment. But nevertheless, he shook his head and rolled his eyes. “While that may be true,” he said, joking back with the redhead. “I don’t think it protects from hypothermia.” The blond pointed out, though he did begin walking closer to the edge of the lake.

[slytherdanes]

secretmarano:

“Don’t be ridiculous, Drew. I asked someone else to.” Iris laughed lightly, hand combing back through her raven locks. “Not a chance would I trust her again after such a fuck up.” 

“Of course,” he shook his head and chuckled. “She’d probably just do the same thing again.” He was slightly amused by the whole debacle, if he was honest. “So, if I told you I put the milk in first too...” 

[slytherdanes]

imperfectrobin:

Robin rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she laughed. “Oh, stop being miserable and join me.” 

“Just because the sun is out, doesn’t mean that’s not freezing.” He pointed out, a slightly amused smile on his lips.