#c:walden

[viviennextodd-blog]

Sorry, I didn’t steal your seat, did I?  I didn’t know you were sitting here.

@macnaired

[fangoff-blog]

“I was gone for for five minutes!”

All I did was accidentally topple this whole shelf of glass figurines and fuck we need to get out of here but just for the record the last time I was gone for five minutes you set a car on fire.

@macnaired

[nottwallflower-blog]

“I didn’t steal it. I borrowed it. Possibly for a long time.”

But-what the fuck? It doesn’t even fit you, you look stupid. Give me my jacket back. Seriously, before I slap you.  

@macnaired

[hollyhocks-hoping]

Sometimes we like to play with the humans.

Even if they lock us up.

You play little sister, i feed.

[andromedablxck]

The progress Andromeda went through each day after closing time was simply said rather boring. First, she'd lock the door, then check it if Dora was still sound asleep (she usually was around that time, and woke up at three in the morning) and then walk back to the store to clean up while playing some Fleetwood Mac and drinking a red wine. It was simple and boring, but still a great relief compared to the hours she worked, in which she often contemplated closing her store. People apparently didn't need flowers during a war and she was tired of the looks she sometimes got. A semi-single mother who had thrown away her perfect life for this: trying to balance raising her kid while running a store so she could buy food. With a slight sigh, the brunette poured herself a glass of wine before glancing at the store. As she leaned against the counter, she nipped her glass, trying not to worry about Sirius or Ted, and especially not about Cissa. With her back turned to the door - which she had forgotten to lock, apparently - she didn't see who it was that entered, but only heard them. "We're closed," she said, taking a moment to turn around and feeling her stomach drop the moment she recognised Walden.

[the-hotter-carrow-twin]

walden-the-executioner-macnair replied to your post:How do you feel about Alecto's lovers?

Glad to hear we’re all on the same page. Fucking is fun.

That's how I feel about them MacNair... the fuckers who get to share her bed, on the other hand, had better be fuckin worshipful when they talk about her.

[crimson-coated-fur]

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You disgust me.

- Fenrir Greyback

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Walden, a classic example of the behavior that sparked Fenrir’s distaste with the entirety of wizard-kind. It wasn’t widely known—Fenrir wasn’t sure if it was known at all—but he could always smell it on Walden; death. Formaldehyde. Dirt.

Eating the body of a fresh kill and using the remains for sport were acceptable activities, but Fenrir suspected that there was something a little more taboo going on with the younger man. Fenrir liked to pride himself on staying oblivious to the menial doings of the Death Eaters, but Walden’s constant aroma of soap-scented corpse, is intriguing and repugnant to say the least.