#mxrlcne

[canismajcrsarchived-blog]

@mxrlcne

     something was wrong. that much was clear to him by the look on her face. but, he really knew that there was something going on when she chose to ignore his flirtations with the man at the bar in front of him. that probably seemed conceited. but, typically, the brunette did anything that she could in her power to ruin his night--especially when it involved taking someone else home. shock crossed his features though he tried to disguise it. it would have been so much easier for him to just continue on with his current conversation. he could have just ignored the solemn look on the woman’s face and had a much better night. but, fuck. he couldn’t ignore it, could he? the one night when marlene wasn’t even trying to capture his attention was the one night that she fully had it. figures. he pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation and gave a deep sigh.

     “ fuck--i’m sorry. and i get the feeling that i am really going to regret this, but uh, got a friend that i need to check in on, “ he explained suddenly to the man. then, a nod of his head, “ raincheck, yeah? “ standing up from the bar stool, he breathed in a heavy sigh as he began to walk over to where marlene sat by herself. stuffing his hands in his pockets, he tried to think to himself how best to open up the conversation. but, in the end, it seemed that his tendency to simply have no bullshit won over. “ what’s goin’ on, mckinnon? yer not tryin’ to cockblock me for once, “ he pointed out, “ ya sick or somethin’? “

[canismajcrsarchived-blog]

   lying there, next to her ( @mxrlcne ), it was the one place where the world finally felt C A L M. even though, deep down, he knew that the sense of calm he was feeling was falsified. it had been just days before that two order members had been found dead in their homes. one torn right to shreds. this new information only brought to life one thing--that the game that he and marlene had been playing was DANGEROUS. what if they got caught in the midst of it all? what if it was one of them that was next? and while he could handle the idea of it being him that is the one to be next, the idea that she be taken away from him doesn’t settle well in the pit of his stomach. it is something that causes him to subconsciously pull the brunette closer in to his side--as if by doing so that he can keep her SAFE from everything out there that would hurt her.

   but, as he lays there, he realizes that he would. he would keep her safe. at least, he would do anything to try. if there is anything that he has come to realize, it is that he has deep feelings for the woman beside him. perhaps he always had. which meant that when it came down to it that he would give his dying breath for her. every time. but, it also meant that he was starting to realize that despite the thrill that he got by being with her now. he also didn’t want to put her in danger. sirius black was very much at a loss of what to do next and it was clear that thoughts lay heavy on his mind. 

   sighing, he pressed lips back against her own as he desperately tried to push thoughts to the back of his mind. actions seemed to whisper--distract me--as hands wandered to skin that was already bare from their earlier encounter. he could only hope that she wouldn’t pick up on the heavy thoughts that currently burdened his mind. but, knowing the woman that currently shared his bed, she easily would and wouldn’t hesitate to comment on it either.

[bitchtricks]

@mxrlcne

she shuffles the papers around her desk without paying much attention to their contents. keeping half an eye on her partner, studying her closely. she has been doing that for weeks --- trying to put her finger on what’s different. what has changed. but she’s not going to let marlene know that. yet. so she shifts into one of her usual sour looks, that contrasts so heavily with the smug half smirk that so often lingers on cruel lips. heavily lidded eyes quickly change their focus from their papers to her partner, and they gain that sharp ( almost penetrating ) quality that she is infamous for. “ so why’d you do it? “ she asks, and her head tilts to the side on cue, a hand placing itself underneath her jaw. genuine interest hides behind pitch black irises, but her gaze remains dull, unwavering. refusing to reveal anything besides a seemingly depthless darkness, an emptiness that you could very well drown in. “ i assumed that you would have gotten bored of the flint boy sooner. never saw much potential in that one. “ she says, her voice chilly, lacking investment. seemingly not giving a single fuck. but right below indifferent words, there’s something else. something that has been brewing for a while now. suspicion. doubt. a loss of trust.

[dyiingflower]

PASTTIME, DREAM, PSST

Pastime: Three hobbies they have.

Reading when she has the chance, mostly not anything realistic to their world a lot of it is nothing more than silly love stories or fairytales but it’s a nice escape. While it is not something she does Narcissa does have a fascination with art. I sadly cannot think of another because it’s very late but I don’t know what would generally be considered acceptable for elite purebloods to have as hobbies.

Dream: Three wishes they have.

To be free of war, for her son to live the best life she can provide him and eventually to have more babies would be nice. 

Psst: Three things that they’ve always wanted to tell your character.

Marlene seems out of place in the pureblood lifestyle but Narcissa is actually relieved in her company, she’s a good conversation and she’s not a bad friend to have. 

[aceincharge]

FMK: marlene, alice, mary

“Marry Mary. She’s my girl. There wasn’t any other option in there. Fuck Alice. I get she’s a married woman and all but Marlene...so isn’t my type.”

@macdvnald @mxrlcne

[canismajcrsarchived-blog]

       “ i should go, “ sirius spoke. but, despite the words that escaped his lips, he still hovered close to her. his actions clearly betraying his words as the male leans down to press his forehead against hers. what was it about her ( @mxrlcne ) that was so magnetic? the man could chalk it up to the danger that was present with every hour that they were together. he had often had a reckless attitude. but, just minutes before, he had been arguing with her over that very element. that this was getting to be too dangerous. that they didn’t need to continue to push the limits of what this was. he had to resolve that it there was something DEEPER here. something that he perhaps didn’t exactly want to yet admit to himself. love, lust.. whatever you would call it had him cemented there in front of her with lips lingering dangerously close to her own. letting out a shaky breath, he spoke up again, “ i should.. “ words were lost then as his lips hungrily crashed against hers. hands immediately reaching to grasp onto the bottom of her thighs as he lifted her up. laughter was muffled within the kiss as they neared the bed’s edge, falling onto it as gravity took its hold.

[defeatsdeath]

@mxrlcne

there’s a slow laziness to his walk as he enters the ministry of magic, hands dug deep into the pockets of his jeans, shoulders hunched a little forward. a stench of cigarette smoke surrounds him ( not entirely unusual, but it has been a while since he came in smelling like he has smoked an entire box of cigarettes. seeing how he has been trying to quit, and all ). dark circles line his eyes, and there’s almost a sickly quality to him. he doesn’t look quite well. yet, there’s still half a smile ( more of a smirk, than anything ) playing on his lips as he saunters down the corridors of the ministry. but when he spots her, it fades. instead, it is replaced by a far colder look, darkness slipping into eyes that are usually so warm, so inviting, almost always playful. all of that disappears, when he looks at her. “ mckinnon, “ he says. very matter of fact. he gives her a quick nod, which is seemingly the extent of his courtesy. really, he shouldn’t be too surprised to see her at the ministry. after all, they both work there. them running into each other was bound to happen... eventually. he’s just about to continue past her, when he stops himself. “are you happy? i.... read about you in the papers,” he says, voice lowered, barely audible. his tone is curt, a little harsh. all politeness washed away. he doesn’t know what answer he’s expecting. what answer he wants. james has little room for forgiveness when it comes to those who’ve picked the wrong side, especially when it’s a former mate --- it’s a betrayal that cuts so deep that it never quite heals.

[canismajcrsarchived-blog]

     eyes had been locked on her from the moment that he had first spotted her at the party. as much as he tried, the brunette was one addiction that he couldn’t quite shake. something that had only gotten worse despite their separation. after all, it had only been a month prior that he’d bloodied the idiot that had given her the drugs that nearly took her away from him. he’d needed to take the blame out on someone--especially since fussing at marlene’s unconscious, almost lifeless, body hadn’t offered him any satisfaction. even now, as he was performing ( as per requested ), for a multitude of people at the OMEN after party his gaze easily locked on her. 

    “ thank you, “ he spoke into the microphone with a nod, “ enjoy the party. “ with that, he quickly turned on his heels and hurried off the stage. right into a crowd of people eager to shower him with compliments. for fuck’s sake. he gave them a polite, albeit forced, smile as he nodded at their compliments on his performance. all the while, his eyes trailed to catch sight of marlene ( @mxrlcne ) again and he just barely caught the glimmer of her dress as she turned the corner. he pushed past the wall of admirers, “ excuse me. “ 

       in a few quick strides, he had caught up with her and grabbed onto her arm to stop her from what seemed to be a retreat. “ not avoiding me, are you, marl? “ he spoke, leaning down closer to her ear for her to hear.