#admcrtem

[missmetomorrow]

𝑰𝑵𝑩𝑶𝑿 @admcrtem : i came as fast as i could / for Lorelei

her fifth glass was empty. the walls of the Three Broomsticks looked like they were moving. — earlier today she had sent an owl to Aegor, with a pathetic attempt to try and get a moment to talk to him.      it's been bad again, and it's the fault of no-one. but after meeting a first-year student with the same name as her own son who had left her far too soon, she crumbled under the weight she couldn't release.

     her forehead rested on the wooden table, empty glass still in her weakened grip. she just wished to forget, but obliviating herself somehow seemed worse than drinking it all way. — just as well that the inn-keep refuses to give her any more to drink.

     ❝ i really didn't think you would show up, ❞ she was slurring her words, to the point she could barely understand her own words.

[stcllla]

@admcrtem

[ quiet ] — my muse forces your muse to be quiet

the party below them had long since been abandoned, really the woman had only been there long enough for her presence to have been noticed before finding herself putting a charm on the door and slipping her rather tight dress from her body.

“ah- aegor.” eris rolled her hips into him, forcing his fingers to hit the spot she so desperately needed him to, pulling a louder moan from her throat. hands grabbed and moved along his body in a shameless attempt to pull him closer, her movements becoming quicker in time with his own. she hadn’t even realized how loud she was being, only focused on the pleasure, until his hand covered her mouth causing a muffled, pleading whimper to tear its way out of her. Unfair. Entirely unfair.

[missmetomorrow]

𝑰𝑵𝑩𝑶𝑿 @admcrtem : you never told me that. i can't believe you never told me. / for lorelei

❝ if it makes you feel any better, i didn't tell anyone ❞ she didn't even want to have this conversation anymore. thinking that she was ready, but being horribly wrong. the wound was still open, and each mention of her son and divorce was like pouring vinegar right into it.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎     ❝ telling anyone wouldn't have saved Caden, nor my marriage. — and you know me, i never liked asking for help. ❞ she hated admitting it, but even in her days as a student Lorelei preferred to handle everything on her own. even if it ended up hurting her more. but in her logic, it was better than dragging anyone else in.

     she hasn't spoken to Aegor in far too long, but this is not how she imagined their reunion to go. they used to be good friends. . . so when did that fall apart?

❝ i'm sorry. ❞

[gentlepuff]

❛ have a drink with me. ❜

Odette shook her head as she looked over at him. "I don't drink alcohol. It clouds my judgment." It also clouds her use of occlumency, something she had been using a lot lately. "You can drink though, I'll be fine with water." She replied.

@admcrtem

[gentlepuff]

no. it's non-negotiable. you're staying here.

Odette looked at him and shook her head. "I am not staying here. Besides, I don't know you very well." She said confidently to him. She was stood close to the door, her hand on the handle showing she was ready to leave. It would be safer in her mind if she just left. Staying with a stranger is the worst idea that she could do at the moment.

@admcrtem

[malfaith]

❛  i have to do this.  ❜

Lucius only winces as his hands are bound behind his back. He has no wand to take - the Dark Lord took care of that months ago. His entire body thrums with the end of it all - the Dark Lord, these past few years, the war. It's over. He feels, despite their situation, a sense of relief. At least this chapter is done, no matter the outcome.

"Arkhennon," he says, looking straight at him. "I want to see my lawyer."

He has no idea whether any kind of rapport they have will survive the war and his disgrace, though thinking that Lucius has nothing more to offer him would be a mistake. Gold always talks, louder than disgrace or loyalty.

[malfaith]

@admcrtem

The restaurant is one of the nicest in Wiltshire. Lucius wears one of his most elaborate coats: black with gold thread, and a gold clasp to tie it around his shoulders. Is he showing off his wealth? Of course. It's always advantageous to remind one's contacts of your vast resources. The war may be over, but information from the Auror Office never goes amiss. Particularly if they happen to start crusading again.

"It's good to speak with you, Aegor," he says. "There's been so much talk at the Ministry lately about taking down dark wizards, some of us are worried we're going to be unfairly slandered again. They arrested me once, you know - before they realized I'd been under the Imperius Curse." He forks a pile of lettuce from the appetizer salad.

[missmetomorrow]

𝑰𝑵𝑩𝑶𝑿 ⩺ always accepting @admcrtem : ❛ you feel like home to me. ❜ // lorelei

It was the stuff of dreams, right there in the palms of her hands. His dark grey eyes and gentle touch when she needed it. The right person, the wrong time. But perhaps this year, this month, this moment, it's the right time. Finally.

    ❝ As you are to me, ❞ her voice nearly faltered. The month has been rough on her. It is about damn time she's letting go of the things that held her back. As she spoke, her shoulders dropped, releasing this week's tension. Allowing herself to be emotionally vulnerable. ❝ And I am sorry for not coming to this conclusion sooner. — But I am here now. So if you'll still have me, I wish to be with you. ❞