#{c:antonin}

[bornofbloodandwater]

“   walk  with  me  in  this  garden  for  a  while .   ”   -   @vilestblood​

                     Gazing up into the pale face above with a hum of concern lingering in her skin. A nod in answer   “Of course, I could never refuse.”  Xiomara turning, all soft limbs and grace, to follow where he leads her off, into the hushed sanctity of the gardens. Her eyes, like pale golden coins, paying quiet attention from their peripheries to her companion’s every move.

 “I do hope you are not attempting to catch me alone for a nefarious reason, Sir, I don’t take very well to surprises.”  a teasing inflection in her voice, most would not think twice of a simple joke, but a passive warning lies in wait for those who might take notice. Absent-mindedly running a nail across her palm in readiness, never so unguarded that a man of any nature could catch her unawares.

[alyssagreengras]

Por favor, Antonin. Você não pediu para colocar um anel nessa sobremesa... pediu?

[ava-avery]

Decisions II Ant & Ava

Ava had never really had plans. Not in the way that others had; talking long-term goals and steps to get there. There was the plan of course, the one that had been laid out for her long before she could even remember. Anything else had been minuscule, temporary plans planned shortly ahead and gone in a moment. It had led to a life where she could leap without worrying where to land. Until now. It felt like her life had become a clogged machine, each component stuck in its place and close to bristling. The first realisation had come in full sometime last week, that something had to give. The second came closely after; that she had no idea what came next. For the first time in her life, the lack of plans was becoming an issue. Perhaps it was due to The Plan crumbling, with the other components in her life following suit, but she was suddenly staring into the abyss with no idea of where the landing was. 

But something had to give. Ava had never had issues with ripping off the proverbial band-aid, so she made herself rip it off once more. It was all about taking things one step at a time, and everything would work itself out. At least that was what she told herself when slinking into the office. Every day it became a little harder to breathe in here, a little harder to make herself open the door. Ava was painfully aware that this was the largest anchor driving her down. So she was going to change it. Yesterday, during another sleepless night, she had decided that the best way was to tell someone. Once an idea was out there, there was no dragging it back. Ignoring protocol, meeting schedules and in general, the way the Ministry worked, Ava gave Antonin’s door a quick knock before slinging it open. Standing in the frame, she still wasn’t sure if she was there for support or sense. Maybe both. 

“Do you have a moment?” she asked in greeting, stepping inside before giving him a chance to answer. “I know you got all your, well, work-stuff but I just need to...” Ava trailed off for a moment, unsure of what she actually needed. To ask for advice? To just loudly declare her intentions to someone she trusted? She picked up quickly. “I am thinking of, no wait, actually I think I am, quitting.” 

@antonin-whoisleft

[tazie-whoisleft]

shaken // antonin & anastazie

Anastazie was packing away the last of her things to take back to school at the end of break. Mostly that meant finding a way to fit all of the books she had gotten as presents that she definitely wanted to read over the next semester. Luckily, she had a magically expanded bag which certainly helped, but it was only so big and choices had to be made. It was a difficult task, weighing the benefits of transmutation theory against arguments of prophecy accuracy, but at least it could distract her.

Even she was surprised at how heavily the events of New Years Eve weighed on her mind. She had heard about, even seen a few things like this in the past, and though she didn’t necessarily like them, she was always able to move on relatively easily. But this time was different. Maybe it was because she had just been talking to a member of the Department of Secrets two minutes before midnight who had started choking right next to her after taking a sip from his glass. Or maybe it’s because of the fallout. Three Wizengamot members dead. Three young members, just like she planned to be. It wasn’t the most comforting thought.

She was putting the rejected books away on the shelf in her personal library when she heard a knock. Turning to see her brother standing in the open doorway, she immediately lit up. It was a stress relief she couldn’t get from just sorting books. “Ant! I didn’t know you were stopping by today,” she said, going over to him for a hug. “Come to say goodbye before I hide myself back in the castle with my studies?”

@antonin-whoisleft​

[kingerosier]

ø: Evan→Antonin

Evan: Ant, are you up?

Evan: Ant

Evan: Ant

Evan: Answer me. Penny's not.

Evan: I know you're at her place, don't ignore me

Evan: I just want to see Stella, can I come over?

[kingerosier]

It’d been a long night but it was far from over if the events that had taken place so far were any indication of what was to follow. Starting out innocently enough Evan Rosier had done his usual dinner and other evening activities alongside his girlfriend without much deviance from typical procedure. A text message had thrown off his evening, however, and after prying himself out of his comfortable bed Evan had found himself fetching Penelope Greengrass from not the most desirable of situations. It was there that he had learned a secret that had set the rest of his evening in motion.

After making sure Penny was sound asleep and safe in her apartment Evan had contemplated returning home. He had not heard from Antonin and so was it really any of his business to go calling in the middle of the night? Not really, but since when did Evan Rosier care about that. Antonin Dolohov was his closest friend, a brother was a more fitting title for the man and a deep nagging in his stomach would not allow him to go home and pretend that everything was alright.

Everything was not alright.

Instead after leaving Penelope’s apartment, Evan found himself on the doorstep of his very best friend. Nearly knocking Evan realized it was far too late to do that, Antonin would not answer at this hour. Instead he did the next best thing and let himself into the apartment knowing quite well that though Antonin had every protection spell imaginable to keep intruders out that Evan was on a short list of people who was not affected by said spells. He was one of the few allowed uninvited entrance. 

“Antonin” Evan called out into the dark seeing a dim light in one of the rooms, “I know you’re in here somewhere. Mate, where are you?” he called setting the bottle of scotch on the entrance table. “I know you’re not sleeping, I brought scotch. I’m not leaving until you come out”.

@ad-dolohov

[kingerosier]

☆ for a longing text [Antonin]

Evan►Main Bitch: Do you ever miss hogwarts?

Evan►Main Bitch: Like how easy life was while we were there. 

Evan►Main Bitch: idk but I also kind of miss how food would magically appear on my plate

Evan►Main Bitch: So what’s the chance you’ll bring me dinner instead so I can relive memories???

Evan►Main Bitch: I like cheese souffles and that portobello risotto at the place next to the Ministry