#c;daisy

[william-mvcliber]

tagging: @daisyhxxkum​ when: later on in the evening

A rather routine event had been turned thrilling with the rumours of party crashers, and all William could think about was how happy Bellatrix would be if they stamped the party crashers out one by one.  The Death Eaters seemed to always have the upper hand on things, and he felt as though admiration for the Dark Lord was rolling off of him.  When a somewhat familiar petite blonde strayed from the rest of the festivities, he decided to follow her, curious about where she was going more than anything.  He could sate his curiosity and potentially stamp out a problem, it was a complete and total win.

Following the woman into the room she chose, he quietly closed the door behind him, blocking her from being able to leave.  He was fairly certain the woman was Daisy Hookum, but he wasn’t able to fully tell under her mask.  William had no real idea whether she was part of a certain terrorist organization, but she certainly wasn’t loyal to the right side.  “Well now”, he crossed his arms and leaned against the door lazily, “Stray too far from the party and somebody might think that you’re up to no good.”

[tinyhcll]

Asmodeus himself sometimes forget about the vessel. But today his muscle memory brought him to a flower shop. The demon picked out a rose and decided to give it to the nearest stranger in this case, a blonde. The goofy grin was on his face.

“ Roses are red, violets are blue, the moment I saw you, I knew this one was you.” 

@ofmews

[dvstpan]

closed starter for @ofdaisiies!

Sundays were Dustin’s day off and that typically meant he tried to have a night of fun and get out on the town before the workweek started up again. This particular evening, though, he had something a little more special in mind- There was a girl he had his eye on for some time now. After a bad run-in with an ex, he had put it on the backburner and let himself cool off, but he was feeling better today and he wanted to see what he could make out of the evening. Maybe make a surprise of it. They had been friends for some time now- mind, Dustin still hasn’t lived here all that long, but as long as some time could be from the time he moved. With the plan running on a bit of impulse, he grabbed his keys and fled for the door, stopping briefly at Florist Gump to get a bundle of flowers for the girl in particular, picking out what he could remember as a likable choice and smelled decently well enough- bit cheesy, but buttercups did always do the trick. As he made his way down to her home, he found himself knocking at her door. It might be forward, in its own way, not texting before just showing up and asking if she was free tonight, and it was a hint of old-fashioned; then again, Dustin tried to think outside the box, and this was simply a spur of the moment decision. Tonight, he would rather spend an evening with someone else than end up with a bunch of strangers at whatever club he chose to end up at. When it swung open, he grinned immediately, his face lighting up, holding the flowers behind his back before producing them and dipping in a little bow. “These are for you, miss Daisy! You’ll be happy to find they aren’t daisies,” he joked, straightening and fixing his bowtie subconsciously, softening to a genuine smile. “So, uh, I was free tonight and I have nothing to do- I was wondering if... I could, you know... take you on a date? Like- a date date. Because I like you and mushy stuff and- well- you know- I have somewhere nice in mind, if you’re available? Nothing fancy, I swear.”

[sircaradoc-thebadger]

Sleigh Bells Ringing ʄ Caradaisy

Caradoc cast his eyes around Diagon Alley, searching for their next stop. He curled one hand into his coat pocket and grasped the other around Daisy's just a little more tightly. London was not known for being warm in December, but this year it seemed to have taken the meaning of cold to heart. Luckily no two stores were very far apart, but every foray out into the wind was a battle for calm hair and body heat. He glanced at the girl next to him and smiled. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes bright and Caradoc thought maybe winter was his favorite season. "Where to next? Who do we still have on our list?"

[sircaradoc-thebadger]

Mourn me.

He could see the person’s face in front of him, see the hand waving just inches from his nose. He knew they were there. He just didn’t see the point in responding. Every muscle in his body was numb. He couldn’t even feel the empty bottle in his hand anymore. But that was how he wanted it. Life was easier this way.

Whooosh. 

Suddenly every nerve in his body was screaming. “HOLY SHIT WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” The first words he’d spoken in days scratched his throat raw, or perhaps that was just his vocal chords’ reaction to an entire bottle of vodka. The ice water that was just dumped on his body had turned numbness into fire. He flailed around as he jumped out of the chair. “What the hell is your problem, man?”

Caradoc glared back. “No. I have every right to sit here and drink until I can’t see or feel anything anymore. Or have you forgotten, my fiance died?”

"Don’t pull that with me, Caradoc, I lost her too. I know."

"Fuck that, you don’t know shit. You dumped her six months ago. You bailed on both of us, come to think of it, and gave no legitimate reason other than you felt like being a terrible person. Why are you even here? I thought you didn’t care."

Tilden took a step closer until their noses were only inches apart. “Just because I didn’t want to be around the two of you doesn’t mean I didn’t care. But that isn’t the point right now. The point is you’ve been in this shrine of a flat for nine days without moving, getting closer and closer to alcohol poisoning by the second. You can grieve however you want, but I won’t let you kill yourself.”

Caradoc shoved him away at those last words. “I don’t care what you think Tilden. I don’t care what anyone thinks. Get the hell away from me.” He turned away and started walking towards the kitchen. This was so out of line he couldn’t even handle it. Turning back, he spoke again, his voice getting louder with every word. “And you know what, maybe if you actually cared you would have actually showed up to her FUNERAL.” He finished with a yell and chucked the glass bottle at Tilden’s head. Tilden ducked and it smashed against the wall behind him. “YOU ASSHOLE YOU DON’T GET TO COME BACK AFTER ALL THIS TIME AND JUST PRETEND THAT NOTHING HAS CHANGED. EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED. EVERYTHING.” His voice cracked and he cast his eyes around the room for something to throw again. Grabbing a picture frame, he threw his whole body behind the projectile.

"I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU FOR LEAVING. AND YOU KNOW WHAT I HATE HER TOO. BECAUSE SHE PROMISED SHE’D BE HERE FOREVER AND LOOK WHERE THAT FUCKING GOT ME. A DRUNK MESS WITH NO FRIENDS AND NOTHING WORTH LIVING FOR. NOTHING. SO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FLAT UNLESS YOU CAN FIX THIS CLUSTERFUCK I CALL A LIFE."

[sircaradoc-thebadger]

Haunt me.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours.

She looked like a princess. The ivory dress clung to every curve of her body before flowing out just below her waist. Lace lined the floor and her neckline, little sequins sparkling all over. The pearls at her neck were simple but perfect. The veil draped softly over her face, thin enough to see the sparkle of her eyes behind. And the blue-stoned hairpiece spoke of a family heirloom given with love.

When he imagined this day, everything about her was exactly as he dreamed. It was as if he were looking through everything with a filter, one that made everything look perfect. He had never seen her look happier. She was radiant and glowing, a woman in true love with someone who fit her every need. But the person whose eyes she sought down the aisle were not his own.

And in that moment, he did not care. It took less than half a glance at the couple to know they were utterly, completely in love. She started her walk toward him, tears in her eyes while searching for his. They met, and each smiled brighter. If anyone could imagine their perfect wedding day, this would be it. This couple lived what others only wished for.

He walked behind her, a silent shadow of her past, of a love that was never destined to be. It was hard to follow and know that she still didn’t even know he was there, but he had moved on. He’d had time to heal and come to terms with all that had happened. He remembered everything. He had watched her fall apart, put herself together, and move on. And he knew, deep in his heart, that was truly what he wanted her to do.

She had reached her destination, and he knew it was time to go. A better man may be able to watch his only love marry someone else, but he was not yet that kind of man and maybe he never would be. He had watched over her for a long time, but he knew that job should be passed on to the man whose hands she was holding. She had chosen someone new, someone who made her happy. And he could walk away knowing she was in good hands.

He reached a hand up to her face, and stroked her cheek with an invisible hand. “Goodbye, Daisy,” he whispered. “I wish you every happiness I could not give you myself.” He turned on his heal and departed, leaving the woman behind to a life she deserved to live.

[sircaradoc-thebadger]

Daisy,

How are you? How has your summer been so far? I've been well - being home is fun. My brother is enjoying having me around to do all sorts of 'cool magic tricks' as he still calls them. They've actually taken me moving out pretty well as long as we still have a weekly dinner

I just want to say I don't regret what happened

I miss you

We're still friends right? I don't think

I don't really know what to say. I've haven't heard from you and I don't know what that means

I'll be in London for the day next week I was wondering if we could 

How has your summer been? I know I haven't talked to you in a while but I've been busy with my family and I didn't really know what to say

dammit

[sircaradoc-thebadger]

End to Beginning || Caradoc & Daisy

Caradoc shifted the weight on his shoulders a little to the side. This was it. The train was rolling to a stop and when it did, his future began. He had left Hogwarts forever - Kings Cross was now taking him to a new place in his life instead of back to school. He'd heard from Quidditch Monthly - they asked him to start in a few weeks, which was perfect for him because he wanted to go home for a while first. His dad and brother didn't know he was officially moving out yet and he thought it only fair that he tell him in person. 

The people around him jostled a little as the car slid to a halt. He clutched the handle of his trunk with one hand and pushed the car door open with the other. Bright sunshine hit his face as he stepped out onto the ground and that was it. He was off the train. He was in the new world, one with many more questions than the last, full of uncertainty and hope. Caradoc looked forward to what life had in store for him, but didn't mean he didn't appreciate what he was leaving. Hogwarts was a very special place full of very special people that he would miss greatly. One of which stepped onto the platform right behind him.

"So are you finding your way home yourself, or is someone picking you up?" He asked her. Caradoc had promised his dad he could get home without them making the long trek into the city, but others' parents still met them at the station. He couldn't recall what Daisy's family usually did, he just knew he was trying to stall a little before they actually had to leave.