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@thecarrowheir
;; – “Listen–”
“When I said my manor is free for dwelling, I didn’t mean you could eat all my chocolate and track mud in– or.. Get the chocolate on the carpet. What are you, twelve?”
“Like you’re going to fuckin’ clean it,” Amycus scoffed, eyeing the other intruder with a look of distaste as he continued to make a mess. “If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll sort it out.”
“ hey— hey, “ evan called out as he approached the other. “ is this your sibling? perhaps your child? “
“Oh yes, very amusing,” Amycus replied, greeting his friend with a lazy half smile, despite what he assumed to be a jab at the loss of his own child. “Put it back where you found it, Rosier.”
“I thank him everyday, twice on Sundays.” She replied with a smug grin. “Ah yes, you’re right. I have been slacking. Slacking my way to the top. Was on the reserve team for a week before I got moved up to the big leagues. I’m glad you’ve heard it too.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do,” he drawled, a faint scoff slipping his lips. “I haven’t heard much actually, most of the talk is concerning Talkalot-- apparently they’re naming her most attractive on the team.”
“No, I’m not buying snot,” she offered, feeling the eyes on her before she even grabbed the vial from the tiny man at the booth. Dorcas was used to the crazy stares, considering she was a regular when it came to buying off the wall items (her trips called for all sorts of irregular shopping). “I just like my ankles without thousands of tiny bug bites lining them.” She turned to face the onlooker, waving the goop like a triumphant banner. “Plus it’s good for pores.”
Disgust settled onto Amycus’ features at the booth, but a voice captured his attention just enough for him to stop, the face attached to it being enough to make him linger. “You’re going to put that shit on your skin?” he questioned, eyeing the vial with a look of distaste. He was nothing short of a snob. “I wouldn’t trust putting anything from here on my owl.”
“Oh god, please do not make me get up from here. My legs feel like jello and I’m pretty sure I’ve lost all feeling in my arms.” She let out a sigh. “Thank god for free weekends.”
“Perhaps you should be thanking god for your place on the team instead, hm Catchlove?” he drawled, an eyebrow raised as his eyes fell upon the familiar blonde. “From what I’ve heard, you’re slacking.”
“It’s not that bad, right?” Bilius asks, running a hand through his hair. He’d recently gotten it cropped a bit, mostly due to the fact he’d been called ‘shaggy’. Bilius Weasley didn’t do shaggy. “I mean, it’s not right?” He asked, taking a puff of his cigarette.
Amycus eyed the man with an expression of amusement, a scoff passing his lips at the question posed. Red hair, how unfortunate, he thought. “As far as bad haircuts go, I’ve seen worse, but maybe this is a close second.”
They were a motley collection; a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish gravitating toward a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty.
|| Amycus Carrow || 18 || Pureblood || Death Eater ||
“If it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. Heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die.”
B I O G R A P H Y –
Amycus Carrow never had much chance at normality. As a product of centuries of inbreeding and indoctrinated into believing pureblood ideals, whether it was down to genetics or his upbringing, good mental health was something of a distant dream. Born alongside his twin Alecto, the pair were hardly raised with a silver spoon in their mouths as most would assume, quite the opposite. They had everything, yes, but at the same time, all they had was each other.
Laughter and joy were absent characteristics within the Carrow manor, everything felt grey, lifeless, it wasn’t a home but a place to live– a place that he wasn’t entitled to as he was promptly reminded. His childhood wasn’t spent climbing trees and playing pretend, instead there was skills he was expected to learn; to ballroom dance, to speak French, to speak without that dreadful common accent. Compliance was essential– you don’t listen, you get beaten and if you do listen? You’ll probably get beaten anyway, just best not to provoke it. Amycus was aware from an extremely young age that life wasn’t fair and in his later years, he saw to it.
His father’s abuse and his mother’s harsh words affected him less and less as the years grew on, he found solace in Alecto’s presence– the only person who could keep him grounded, the only person who could keep him and perhaps it was this that led to their unconventional bond. The twins were always too close, uncomfortable to watch, a mere glance could convey a message to the other as though they had some kind of connection that others had no hope in understanding. It only worsened with age, the reliance the pair had on each other and many grew to suspect that the bond wasn’t quite as innocent as they made it out to be.
Upon reaching Hogwarts, Amycus felt a sense of freedom. No longer under the watchful eye of his parents and no longer caring even when he was, he could do as he damn pleased and so he did. He caused trouble, he treated others the way he fancied, he was cruel just for the fun of it. Hogwarts was his playground and no manner of detentions or threats could put an end to his fun. In his latter years in the school, he mostly entertained himself with girls and an excessive amount of booze. The truth was, he wanted everything, everyone and he saw no reason to limit himself, it was all for the taking, after all.
Recieving the Dark Mark the summer before his seventh year, it gifted him with a new sense of superiority over others and though it remained a dirty little secret, it sparked an excitement within him. He’d grown tired of Hogwarts, he’d grown tired of teachers and predictable, giggling girls, he was ready to move on to bigger and better things. Throwing himself headfirst into a war that he’d been bred and raised to fight, Amycus won’t be content until the world is in flames and laughter is peeling from his lips.
P E R S O N A L I T Y –
For a solidier, Amycus is poor at taking orders. Stubborn and obstinate in his ways, he does it when it’s required of him with his jaw clenched and his teeth grating together. Frankly, he believes himself above it, carried away by his own arrogance and feelings of self-importance to consider the possibility that not everyone will be falling at his feet. Everything he does in excess– booze, women, blood and emotion, he views it as passionate rather than downright destructive. But the truth is, he wants to leave a trail of chaos in his wake, he likes the aftermath. Amycus is cruel in nature, as shown by his treatment of others and position within the Dark Lord’s ranks. Performing unthinkable acts is what is familiar to him, almost comfortable, this was the work he was raised to do and he does it damn well, relishes in it even. He isn’t a good man, no doubt, but an enticing mistake? Most definitely.
D E A T H E A T E R –
Role: Frontline
A B O U T –
Occupation: Socialite, too filthy rich to consider working.
House: Slytherin
Wand: 11 ¾”, Blackthorn, Dragon Heartstring
Boggart: His greatest fear is his sister’s lifeless body. Though selfish, there is nothing Amycus cares more greatly for than his sister and he’d feel not only responsible, but entirely crushed if anything was to happen to her.
Amortentia: Cigarette smoke, a sweet perfume that he can recognise in an instant and burning parchment.
Patronus: As a Death Eater, Amycus cannot produce a corporal patronus.
C O N N E C T I O N S –
x– Alecto Carrow - (Twin)
x– Bellatrix Black - (Ex-fling)
x– Evan Rosier - (Friend)
Faceclaim: Aaron Taylor-Johnson
This character is: TAKEN
His heart ached as he watched her grow emotional and frankly, he wasn’t sure of how much he could handle either. Knowing she’d feel humiliated if anyone saw her in such a state, Amycus led her out of the hall and down the corridor until they could be alone. Cupping her face with his hands, his eyes fixed on hers, unsure how to convince her of what he needed to. “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, I didn’t mean for things to end up this way,” he mused, knowing that it didn’t make it right by any means. “I got distracted, I forgot what was important and I hurt you. You have every fucking right to be hurt, but now all I want to do is make it right. We can’t just… We need to move forward and I need you to trust that I could never love anyone the way I love you.”
Frown intensifying, Amycus was rather glad this was all rising to the surface, even if it did so in completely the wrong time and place. “It wasn’t about you,” he admitted, glancing away as he attempted to order his thoughts. “You’re always going to be enough, Alecto– I just… It wasn’t something I asked for or even wanted, it just happened and then it grew on me. As far as the rest goes, they’re just girls, a way to pass the time, none of it is worth losing you over.”
“It’s not just sex though, Am.” Alecto replied, the volume of her voice lowering considerably so that those around them wouldn’t catch a word of their conversation. “I have sex with people to. I don’t… I don’t fall in love with them.” Swallowing the lump that appeared in her throat, somehow the brunette managed to keep swaying so it looked as if they were just two people on the dance floor having a good time. “I wasn’t enough for you to love, or didn’t give you enough love and you found someone else. That’s what I need to get over.”
Falling silent, Amycus saw no point in lying, who would he convince? Lowering his gaze to the floor, he nodded as though to indicate he understood. “I didn’t look for it, Aly, it wasn’t a conscious decision that I made,” he replied in a hushed tone, flashing a grin at a friend to pretend everything was perfectly fine before turning his attention back to their intense discussion. “Me and Bella had been at it for a long time, we should have known better than to think fucking for years wouldn’t end up in complications, okay? That was where this went wrong, it wasn’t about you.”
“Isn’t that part of how this mess started in the first place? Because you weren’t happy with just me?” Alecto didn’t want to get involved in this conversation again; not now, not in such a public place, and she looked up at him, pressing her lips together as her fingers gently played with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. “I honestly don’t know.”
Frown intensifying, Amycus was rather glad this was all rising to the surface, even if it did so in completely the wrong time and place. “It wasn’t about you,” he admitted, glancing away as he attempted to order his thoughts. “You’re always going to be enough, Alecto-- I just... It wasn’t something I asked for or even wanted, it just happened and then it grew on me. As far as the rest goes, they’re just girls, a way to pass the time, none of it is worth losing you over.”
Alecto knew the look on her brother’s face as she pulled away from her peck, the one that showcased his inner pouting, which cheered her up ever so slightly. With a deep breath, she wrapped her arm around his neck, the other still holding his hand as they started to sway in time to the music. “Mhm, perhaps Aubrey. He is cute, and you’ll get bored of me eventually at some point this evening.”
Entertaining her claim with a slight laugh and a roll of his eyes, Amycus couldn’t dismiss what she’d said. “Is that what you think?” he asked carefully, a frown creasing between his brows at the thought. Holding her a little tighter as he saw someone glance at her, the male finally returned his eyes back to hers. “I’ll never get bored of you-- you know that, don’t you?”
“We’ll see.” Alecto missed her brother’s touch. That was a given. They’ not gone this long without being with each other since their complicated relationship had begun, and her skin was beginning to burn every time he brushed his lips or fingers against her own, her unfulfilled desire for him driving her crazy. Pushing herself up a little so that she could close the six inch height difference between them, Aly pressed a kiss to her brother’s cheek, although a little further down than she should have done, capturing the edge of his mouth ever so slightly. “There’s no-one else I want to dance with,”
We’ll see and with that, the night got just a little brighter, anticipation building within him with every lingering touch. The smallest of smirks curved at his lips at her audacity, internally whining that it had to just be left at that. Taking her hand, he led her out to the dancefloor, pulling her into a hold that was perhaps a little closer than he ought to, his hand resting on the small of her back. “Not even Aubrey then?” he teased, raising an eyebrow at his sister.
“I think we have to be in a certain situation for me to enjoy your demanding tone, Am.” The girl replied, looking up at her brother until he rested his hand over hers, and her eyes were drawn to their connected skin, letting out a sigh. “I can’t tell you the answer to that.”
“Well, I can see to that if need be,” he quipped back, whatever teasing there was between them diminished by the turn their conversation had taken. Nodding to confirm he understood, he placed a kiss on her forehead, irritated by the fact that he couldn’t even kiss her when he wished to. “Willing to honour your darling brother with a dance?”
Alecto pressed her lips together into a line as her brother made his suggestive comment and she rested a hand on his chest, looking up at him with a soft smile. “You have your demanding tone in your voice, Am. I think it’s rather too early for that, don’t you think?”
“You love my demanding tone,” he teased, though he knew that wasn’t always strictly true, sometimes she hated him for it. Placing his hand over hers on his chest, Amycus gave it a slight squeeze, growing quite solemn, nostalgic almost. “When are we going to be alright again?”
“As long as you keep it tight up your throat it will stay till morning.”
“That’s a challenge in itself, besides, I was hoping for an excuse to get rid of it by morning.”
