#thorfinnrowlex

[slwagatha]

where: his house who: @thorfinnrowlex

An uncomplicated friendship and a long lasting one, Agatha really appreciated the presence of the wizard on her life. They’d known each other for a long time before anything happened between them, allowing for them to take things as they were: fun and every once in a while. Friends who got to enjoy a bit more of each other whenever they felt like wasn’t at all a bad deal, especially when things were completely out in the open and clear for both of them.

After their run in at the wedding, they had decided to meet again that week and Agatha made sure to grab a bottle of firewhisky before apparating at the front door of his house. As the door opened, the brunette was delighted to find Thorfinn’s handsome face staring back at her. “Hi love, brought some fine firewhisky and a lot to talk about!” She greeted him, leaning forward to place a soft kiss to his cheek before letting herself in.

[ggathena]

where: the wedding

who: @thorfinnrowlex

It had been weeks but she could still remember the coldness from his gaze, the heart-wrenching pressure that took over her chest as she apparated away. It had been weeks and as much as she wished the pain would go away, it never really did. She’d seen him walk by from a distance already, but had decided not to approach him, not to interact– he’d asked her to leave and she didn’t know how to come back. Athena hadn’t thought she’d end up running into him after she took a quick break from her date to powder her nose. The witch stopped right on her tracks, blue irises focusing on the man she loved, the one she’d painfully declined, her fingers coming up to touch her inner forearm, the mark that belonged to him back in sight. “Hi.” She mustered a greeting, no more words seeming to come out.

[ggathena]

where: his bedroom who: @thorfinnrowlex

The room was cloaked in shadows, illuminated only by the faint moonlight seeping through the curtains. Athena stood by the window, her slender figure silhouetted against the night sky. Her eyes, usually warm with affection, now burned with a cold intensity. The air crackled with unresolved tension as she waited for Thorfinn.

Thorfinn, the man she loved with all her heart. Thorfinn, who had shattered her trust into irreparable shards. She clenched her fists, feeling the emptiness where the tattoo on her arm once symbolized their bond. She had magically faded it away, erasing his mark from her skin—the pain of betrayal too raw to bear.

It didn't make sense, not when they'd confessed their love, not when she'd vowed herself his and he'd swore himself hers. Her fingers ran along her inner forearm, pain overcoming her at the bare thought of losing him for good. Silly, it may seem, she'd chosen to wear the black cotton dress she'd wore to their first date, as though it would erase all the terrible things that had happened in between.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and then the door creaked open. Thorfinn stepped into the room, his silhouette framed by the doorway. Tall and imposing, he exuded a presence that once brought her solace but now only fueled her anger.

Silence hung heavy between them, the weight of broken promises suffocating the air. Athena fought to control the storm of emotions raging within her—anger, hurt, and a profound sense of loss. The heavy eyeliner was already smudged, she'd been fighting tears ever since she'd arrived, the electric blue of her irises a high contrast with her pale skin and red eyes.

"You lied to me," she said once she found the strength, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "You told me you loved me while you were with her." A pause, she had been avoiding his gaze since he came into the room, unable to look at him in the eyes until now.

[ggathena]

who: @thorfinnrowlex where: Bristol's streets

There was no denying the two worked together unlike any other, they knew each other so well they could tell what each other’s moves were going to be before they even thought of doing them. The Dark Lord knew that much and had recruited them for a mission alongside. It was a simple task: they had to get information from this Ministry employee whose name Athena had already forgotten and they were allowed to use all means necessary. A little torture was something they both certainly were to enjoy, had the circumstances been slightly different. The last she’d seen of his partner for the night was him leaving the gala with some witch very much hooked on his arm. The last she’d said to him were those four little words, a confession that led to nothing but disappointment. All things considered, she wasn’t thrilled to be out there with him, but at the very least it was a matter that shouldn’t have lasted long. Instead, it did.

The two wizards had showed up entirely unannounced, waving their wands defensively when the Death Eaters noticed their presence and charged against them. It was quite the duel, hexes thrown, protective charms returned, only one of their opponents daring to do some harm. However pissed off Athena could be or however complicated their relationship was, when it came down to it, she would give her life for her ex-boyfriend, fighting with him against it all. They had the upper hand, both followers of the Dark Lord unafraid to take things onto the unforgivable curses level, but soon enough a group of Aurors interrupted the party. She knew better and didn’t need to ask Thorfinn about it, she was absolutely sure he was thinking the same as she was. The uttermost of trusts, the witch extended her hand for him to hold and apparate them elsewhere.

It was all a blur of images passing in front of her eyes before darkness came upon her and a loud thud deafened her for a split second as she adjusted her eyes to the new surroundings. Lying on the floor, she realized that she had actually hit her head when they apparated to the location Thorfinn had taken them to. Slowly, the witch took a seat and removed the mask to uncover flushed cheeks. It was cold, that much she could tell, and her body was sore in different spots— yet she didn’t give it much of a thought because a sudden fear invaded her. She couldn’t see him. “Thorfinn??” Athena screamed at the top of her lungs, struggling to come up to her knees in a hurry, her breath heavy as she fell her heart constricting, desperation about to take over.

[ggathena]

where: rowle manor who: @thorfinnrowlex

News traveled fast, especially those one didn't want to know about. She couldn't pretend there was no world outside the quidditch pitch anymore, not when the man she loved was finally and certainly slipping away from her. She'd been down and blue, sad and mad, coursing through every single stage of grief and anger, to no use though. Funny thing how she could be so sure of her love for Thorfinn and had been stupid enough to push him away, far from her reach. And because she loved him and had done something so regretful, at least she wanted to try, try and not resent him for her choice. Not too fond of Christmas, she'd done her best to embrace the festive spirit and reach out, try and mend some of the broken bridges between them. The brunette had shown up at his door, the house elf instructing her to the living room to wait for him where she sat in silence until he showed up. Raising her head just enough to meet his eyes, Athena felt her heart constrict with pain but forced herself to offer him a smile, he deserved one. "I hear congratulations are in order. You're getting married." The words dawned on her as soon as they left her lips, a sigh escaping her at that moment.

[ggathena]

where: the white wyvern who: @thorfinnrowlex

Too many hours spent torturing herself, pushing way past her limit on the quidditch pitch and then drinking more than she should, it was time to stop. Athena had heard about the dissolution of his betrothal just as quickly as she’d heard about it in the first place. Surely a part of her felt the utmost relief, but things were far from simple when it came to the two of them. She’d been planning on writing to him but couldn’t find the right words just yet, so she took the opportunity as it came to her. Thorfinn walked into the bar, she’d been there for a while now and hadn’t expected to see him, but as the wizard made his way to a table in the back, she decided to follow. Sneaking into the seat next to him, the brunette made herself comfortable before nodding her head once. “I believe it’s time you and I share a civil conversation, no more of this avoiding bullshit we’ve been hiding ourselves behind.”

[ggathena]

where: death eater location in glencoe, scotland who: @thorfinnrowlex

She recognised the owl the instant it set on her window frame, therefore she knew who the letter was from before opening it. A part of her had hoped for the contents to be about the two of them, another part of her had begged for it to have nothing to do with them. Either way, she was disappointed, curious and excited as she read the letter— a whole mix of emotions proper for the case at hand. Without hesitation, the witch grabbed both her cloak and mask, fixing her hair before apparating right where she was needed.

The first thing she noticed after the darkness of the trip over was the sound of the wind rushing outside, her eyes then settling on her surroundings. An old Manor, cold and uninhabited, she’d been there before but on a different occasion and with different companions. Athena turned around, aware of his presence behind her yet still not ready to face him. Still, her eyes found his and she had to press her lips tightly together to hold herself back— so many things left unsaid, one thing she needed to do. Instead, she decided to focus on the matter at hand, hearing a whimper coming from the adjacent room.

“Are you sure the Dark Lord asked for me to be here for this?” She asked, bluntly, not one to tiptoe around things. “And, if I may, are you sure it is me you want to do this with?”

[slwagatha]

where: the wedding who: @thorfinnrowlex

Everything was lovely, down to the last detail, and Agatha couldn’t help but feeling proud of herself. It had taken lot of work to put everything together and please the newly wedded couple and now that they were halfway through, the witch could finally feel at ease. She’d been taking sips here and there up till now, asking the bartender for a well deserved cocktail, turning to the side and seeing a familiar and handsome blonde wizard beside her at the bar. “Thorfinn, my love, look at you!” The brunette raised her palms to gesture to his outfit, then closing the distance to give him a quick hug. “Red does suit you. Are you enjoying yourself?”