#demonic-temptress

[briody-zabini-blog]

I want sweet lady kisses. Or sexy lady kisses. Just...lots of lady kisses. And then I can tear through your underwear with my teeth and we can call it a night. ~Bells

Bella, however could I resist when you put it that way?

[puppetmastertobin-blog]

You look like a naked mole rat when you shave. ~Bells

It's... a good thing I don't often shave. Also, naked mole rats have no hair on the top of their head as I do. -TG

[puppetmastertobin-blog]

And you didn't /say/ anything? You're utterly ridiculous. Either meet me now and allow me to brighten (or blacken) your day or continue sulking like a child.

My apologies, Trixy, I wished to not burden you with my everyday problems. I will be more than happy to meet you somewhere.

[puppetmastertobin-blog]

Where've you been? I was worried.

I was attacked by an unknown party, ended up in the hospital wing, had to replace a wand that was snapped into three pieces, and promptly had a day wherein many of my memories were erased temporarily. 

Needless to say I haven't had the best weekend.

[puppetmastertobin-blog]

demonic-temptress replied to your post: Whore

Not me? I’m flattered and affronted, Tobin.

Promiscuous though you are, I would not call you a whore.

[thewitofacarrow]

... well this is just all sorts of wrong

besides the first one

that one's pretty accurate, actually

[thewitofacarrow]

-sends him a small parcel wrapped in brown paper with a note attached (inside is a bottle of pumpkin juice and a new leather thigh holster- "Better late than never. Truce?"

Sitting in the silence of his room, Amycus fiddled with the letter in his hands, eyes straying on the inked words before him and face set in a stern expression. The bottle of pumpkin juice was set to the side along with the leather thigh holster - untouched and unopened as he tried to figure out just what to do with it all. After cooling down some, he had easily been able to realize that what Bella had done was only to help his sister out of a tight situation, and knew that it had been hard to comprehend that when all he had wanted to do was slice her throat for harming her. In the aftermath that was easily forgiven and he had found the will power to get over it and let it be - after a few convincing conversations, that is. Inhaling slowly and sighing he tilted his head back, lips pressing together as he almost tried to reason with himself. She had helped Alecto, yes, but she had also tried numerous times to stick her nose in his business and fix whatever didn't please her - and with that still in mind, he found himself wanting to simply tear up the note and dump the rest of the items out the window of his dorm room. 

Swallowing thickly he pushed himself up and off his bed, fingers clutching the parchment even tighter as he tried to figure out what to do. Letting Bellatrix back in his life, even on a mutual term, would almost be allowing her control once again. He didn't like that - he didn't like giving her control of his life, and he didn't like her thinking she had any, too. What would happen if he gave her even the slightest bit of forgiveness? Would he end up regretting it in the end by something she does? Amycus wasn't stupid. Bellatrix did as she liked, regardless of how it would affect the others involved. There were only a few situations (or people) where he knew she would take consideration of feelings - and he was smart enough to know that he really wasn't one of those people.

Pacing in his room he ducked his head, thumbs continuously running across the words. He wasn't sure how long he had spent walking back and forth in his room, eyes focused and not taking in the rest around him. If someone had walked in and attempted to say something to him, it would have fallen on deaf ears. His mind was at work, sorting through the conflicting emotions that were attempting to make their own judgement as well. For once in his life, he didn't know which to choose from. His heart or his mind. Each was saying something different but at the same time, they both agreed that becoming friends with Bellatrix Black again was out of the question. 

There were certain things that were dead and gone and that was one of them.

Finally, after a half an hour of trying to clear his mind, he moved back to his bed and sat back down, lifting his head as he set the parchment down beside him and let out a little sigh. A second later he shifted over to his bedside drawer, pulling it open and removing an unopened pack of cigarettes - he hadn't bothered smoking them in months, not having an urge oddly enough. Reaching out for the cage that was currently holding his owl, Hunith, he packaged the small box and tied it to her talons, sending her off a second later with the short little destination that was only about five doors down to him. He wasn't about to personally take it to her though. Shifting back onto his bed Amycus laid his head back and looked up, knowing that sending those cigarettes to her had certainly been a version of a peace offering, but even with that in mind... he would never be able to develop that bond with Bellatrix ever again.

This was the best they were going to get, for now.

[thewitofacarrow]

missemmelinevance replied to your post: ooc:

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demonic-temptress replied to your post: ooc:

Please say that you don’t have class tonight and we can frolic together -prays to the gods of Para-

I don't have class tonight and we can frolic together.