#malfaith

[cculters]

˚ · .✧˚ · .✧˚ · . for someone who seemed to value reason above anything else, who detested emotions standing in the way, yes, marisa might have seemed quite careless at times. one could only fight one's nature as much. she'd always been quite emotional. feelings quite impossible to control, often aspiring to bring about trouble. to shut them out not the best of ways to handle the challenge. yet, the impulse that pushed her forward were of quite a different nature. ❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ she looked at @familyname, just for a second, before casting her eyes down as she continued to wash away blood from her forearms. an eye-roll she suppressed. it was amusing really. since when a malfoy obeyed the rules ? didn't take risks ? even now, as she was at her sixth year at hogwarts, he still seemed to protective over her ; though it were no longer books from the forbidden section he refused her to peek upon. she appreciated it, silently.

❝ luck has little to do with it. ❞ she stated simply. ❝ i knew what i was doing. i was prepared. ❞ being prepared included realization one might not make it out of such encounters alive. she didn't care. ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

[cculters]

@familyname looks marisa in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

pity. it was pity to spoil all the fun before it had even began. the dark streets of strickling resemblance to knockturn alley, clearly luring with its charm only one type of people. she'd promised lucius wandering around the muggle city would be of a pay off. this certainly seemed to be worth the time & energy spent to walk aming the non-magical scum. who knew that while the two teenagers clearly looked for stirring up some trouble, they prey was ready to give them trouble back.

never live to see the day. quite literally.

marisa put away her wand, too dazzled by the charm of another's weapon, now swirling in between her fingers. the blade reflected the street lamp, just for a moment, though, for the the other's heavy breath covered it with steam instead. she just smiled brightly at the fear in man's eye before saying, ❝ ah, thank you. i've quite hoped to get my hands dirty tonight. ❞ the killing curse neat in its own way, but lacking in the intimacy she'd began to seek.

her eyes met with lucius' as he hold onto their victim ; throat exposed, pule visible underneath the pale skin & decorated by drops of cold sweat. a shot of excitement penetrated her veins. the cut made with utter precision, slitting carotid artery in two. it was wet, it was hot, it was thrilling.

a blink nonexistent, the girl daring not break the intensity of the eye contact with her accomplice. her heart thundered ; in her ears just as loud as sound of the knife meeting the concrete. with lifeless body still in between, she found herself reaching out with a bloodied hand — cupped their other's cheek, pulled in, claimed the lips.

[forgaeven1]

❛ malfoy senior, ❜ his tone is yet disrespectful, though it lacks fear nor the admiration one usually reserves for the name these days. what can blaise say ? he is simply not a man of emotions.

❛ have you come to recruit me ? ❜

@malfaith / short starter call ♡

[spellwrites]

"Am I being accused of lying?" (idk what it is but he's definitely lying)

Imogen's lip curls in a sardonic smirk. "Mr. Malfoy, you are being accused of mass murder and conspiracy to commit genocide. Given what I know of your 'innocence,' I should hope you're lying."

"But you should know better than to lie to me."

[muggleborndoe]

“ mudblood. ”

She should have seen it coming. He was one of the last faces she wanted to see. Her face remains stoic, trying to hide the pain from the word that lashes at her like a whip. It reminds her of her former friend who had once called her such a nasty word, further succeeding to put salt in the wound.

She knows exactly who Lucius Malfoy is and what he stands for. Lily, however, won't give into the behavior. She reminds herself that she still has a job to do as a healer. "I see your vocabulary is limited. Might I recommend a Wit-Sharpening Potion? It may help you think more clearly..."

There's that cheek she was known for.

@malfaith

[spellwrites]

"I warned you; don't get involved."

Death Eater AU!

Imogen's hand came away from her forehead dripping red, and when she whipped around to confront Mr. Malfoy's statement, her head throbbed in protest. She picked herself up from where the blasting curse had thrown her and flashed him a wicked, bloody grin.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Dad, you must have grabbed Lucius Malfoy's mask today by mistake. You really should be more careful. I almost mistook you for him," she drawled, an implicit reminder that his (and her father's) warnings against receiving the Dark Mark were unwelcome and unheeded. With a flick of her wand, she conjured her own fallen mask back to her face.

"I'm fine," she said, her tone serious again, "They're just a bunch of scared teenagers who got lucky with that last attack. We'll grab the prophecy and get out of here before the Order realizes anything's wrong."

[0lliivander]

@malfaith liked for a free wand

‘‘I’d like to say thank you for allowing me to stay over.’‘

‘‘But I better be off, don’t want to take up more of your time.’‘

[spellwrites]

"You look so much like your father."

Fuck. That's... fuck.

Of all the people to say that to her, she can't think of anyone it would hit harder from. That's one tangled mess of feelings she really doesn't want anyone poking at, least of all Lucius Malfoy.

It throws her off balance, and when she reaches for something to retaliate with, all she has is her old standby - her most reliable weapon - snark.

"And you look like your family was inbred with those weird peacocks you're so obsessed with," she snaps, leveling him with a venomous glare, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought we were being mean for no reason."

Fuck.