#erosier

[d3molition-lov3rs]

the rosier twins as eldritch horrors crawling out of the woods. bcj standing mesmerised in the moonlight as he watches these creatures claw out of the dirt dressed in white gowns marred by blood and mud.

[x-remus]

Dated: 27 August, 1978 Location: Wimbourne House; Hogsmeade @evandrosier

As Remus walked through the narrow hallway, he had to move with his back angled towards the wall in order to narrowly avoid a couple that was currently too preoccupied with removing each other’s clothes to shift one way or another. Behind him, students were dancing and singing along to a wizard song that Remus didn’t know the name to. The entire scene was— overwhelming, he placed with a tightness in his chest that no amount of alcohol would be able to erase. 

Balancing a half-empty cup in one hand, the werewolf pushed open a door that he had been told would lead to the kitchen, colliding into another wizard in the process. Unfortunately, his drink hadn’t faired as well as he had, spilling over onto both Remus and the unsuspecting wizard. 

“Shit, sorry-” He started, eyes directed downwards as he brushed off his hand. 

[thelionwolf]

Personality Meme - Evan Rosier

[hardasbones]

I Only Have Eyes For You || Amelia and Evan || February 14, 1979

The morning of Valentine's Day dawned crisp and clear, the sky that perfect bright blue that made the snow sparkle in the streets and gave a person hope that spring would finally take over and said snow would melt. Unfortunately, the temperature didn't seem overly affected by the sun's efforts and Amelia still had to bundle herself up snugly before leaving her flat. 

It was far earlier than she typically left for work, but she wanted to swing by the sweets shop and pick up the orders she'd made for Edgar's family so she could send off their Valentine's. Rommie probably wouldn't thank her for sending the kids candy, but she couldn't help feeling inclined to spoil them a bit. She was their aunt, it was her job. The stop didn't take long, but Diagon Alley was crowded and weaving her way through the crowd was a hassle and the crowd outside the flower shop did slow her down. 

"I should have done this yesterday," she muttered to herself, ducking to avoid a tall man reaching over her to grab one of the last bouquets of charmed roses. Why anyone would want flowers that sang was utterly beyond her. 

She'd just made it to the potions shop and decided to duck in to see what they were charging for dreamless sleep. She didn't use it often, but since Moody had supplied her with a little, she'd been using it on nights when the nightmares plagued her to the point where she could hardly bear to stay in her bedroom. It was better than attempting to make herself so exhausted that sleep was inevitable...that was what got her into this mess in the first place. 

"Look out!"

Amelia jumped back just in time to avoid a crate laden with lurid pink potions crashing down on the cobblestones beside her. Love potions. Horrid stuff. Luckily none had splashed on her, but the heavy floral scent had her choking. How that stuff was even legal to sell was beyond her. Still coughing she backed up another step and turned to head the opposite direction, unwittingly crashing into the person behind her. Without thinking she grabbed onto his upper arms, using his body to steady herself before glancing up to see who she'd tried to bowl over.

"I'm so sor---" Her voice trailed off as her eyes landed on his face. Evan Rosier. How had she not noticed how gorgeous his eyes were? Her own went fuzzy for a moment before focusing only on his perfect face. The rest of the world seemed to fade away and all she could see was him. Still holding onto him, Amelia smiled, looking at him as though he was the only thing that mattered in life, because suddenly he was. 

"Evan...hi..."

[hardasbones]

Mister Sandman, Bring Me a Dream || Evan & Amelia || January 7, 1979

Sleep had been as elusive as ever since the new year began; dreams, memories, and nightmares twisting together in a dizzying array of images that wouldn’t allow her mind to rest. Amelia had taken to running --sometimes with Schafer, sometimes alone -- in an effort to wear her body out physically so that the exhaustion would overtake her busy mind. There was something comforting about the steady pounding of her feet against the pavement, the rhythm of her heart and her breathing in her ears that allowed her to let go of the stress and worries she was carrying, if only for a short time.  

She’d started slow, only able to go a short distance before her lungs would burn, her muscles ache and she’d be forced to slow or stop. Now, however, she might as well be training for a marathon. Her body was becoming conditioned to the exercise, her already slim form showing the evidence of her efforts despite the fact that her reasons for running were more mental than physical. 

Since being promoted she’d had less time to herself, but she was training with the cadets and junior agents, still working herself to the point of physical exhaustion in order to sleep. Though she’d never expected it, Amelia found that she missed her solitary runs. The training she’d been doing for work was effective enough, but it didn’t have the same calming effect for her. As a result, she found herself adding a run after work, even if it was only a short one, even on the days she did PT with the cadets. 

On this particular Sunday, Amelia was running alone. Schafer didn’t particularly care for the long runs, his paws often becoming tender due to the still frozen ground. Her breath formed little clouds in the crisp air as she went and she couldn’t shake the mental image of the Hogwart’s Express chugging down the tracks. The comparison made her smile and shake her head as she continued down the path, her eyes scanning ahead carefully for any ice or snow that could trip her up. It wasn’t the type of weather that typically lured people outside, the sky an ominous shade of grey that had most people predicting another bout of snow, but Amelia had long since learned to ignore any odd looks from passers by. Let them think she was simply obsessed with fitness or even vanity, it didn’t matter as long as she’d be able to get some sleep when it was all over. 

[alectolilithcarrow-blog]

[Alecto was already waiting up in the Astronomy Tower for Evan when he walked in]

Hello, darling. Did you miss me?