amycus chuckled. “ no need to go on asking if you came UNSCATHED because well, you’re here now aren’t you? ” he stated flatly, before leaning in a bit closer. “ but i DID miss you ― and i’d show you just how much if it were just the two of us, ” he said in a low voice, something he knows would make her shiver before leaning back. he grabbed his glass, raised is as a form of toast, then downed it down with a wink.
“--Unscathed. A simple ‘hello’ will be a delight. You, my brother, have wounded my delicate heart.”
Alecto froze for a brief moment, as his breath hitting against her nose. Her eyes fixed on him, just before he got the chance to pull away. She cast a glare at him, feigning her distress for once, before letting a smile grow on her lips. She took her glass, raised it to him before downing it down with one gulp.
“--Maybe I should leave more often then, so that you’ll miss me more.”
the bar was packed, keeping amycus on his feet and letting drinks flow freely from behind the counter. he made small talk here and there, a bit of flirting that garnered him a generous tip, and of course ― it was something that DISTRACTED him from the fact that his sister couldn’t be back any sooner. alecto had been gone for a only a few days and yet, he couldn’t calm himself.
he was trying to flirt with a patron when he heard an order call, ears perking up at the familiarity of the voice. he couldn’t help the smirk that graced his lips as he turned around. without a word, he made his way towards the lady with two shot glasses and a bottle of firewhiskey. he poured them both a drink before leaning in and resting his elbows on the counter ― just staring at his twin with an amused smirk.
She doesn’t know much about what to expect when she first entered the pub. Yet, the way he maintains his silence is quite unnerving for the witch. Her eyebrow raised when she finds him on her side, staring at her. Merlin knows how much she wants to wipe that smirk off his face.
“--What? No, ‘it was nice to see you again’ or ‘I’m glad that you’re still alive’ for me?”
Her trip to Egypt to acquire some Dark Artifacts from the smuggler’s hand before they can hit the market was rather a success. Yet, she’s already back in her station two days later, after what should have been four days trip. She hadn’t been getting too much of sleep for the past two days. As she walked through the fireplace, an idea crossed her mind. Her brother is probably working at this hour. The night is still early and she wasn’t really keen with the idea of going home just yet. So, what could’ve been better than a surprise visit?
It didn’t take her a while until she arrived and spotted her brother on his back facing her, behind the bar. She took a seat not far from him, put her belongings aside as she cleared her throat.
It’s Aria and here’s a short intro about my baby Alecto.
╰ °✧ ( Demons by Imagine Dragon ) comes on as soon as ( ALECTO CARROW ) comes into the room. she is ( TWENTY-TWO ) and were formally in ( SLYTHERIN ) and are rumored to be sided with the ( DEATH EATERS ). some people say they look particularly look like ( ALYCIA DEBNAM CAREY ) and would describe themselves as ( LOGICAL ), but also ( MANIPULATIVE ).
*are you scared of the dark?
cw: abuse, incest.
Alecto Victoria Carrow born five minutes younger than her twin brother, Amycus. Victor & Alessandra Carrow were ecstatic knowing they’re about to have a son (an heir), but not so much when they found out that he’s coming in pair, that’s come in the form of a demonic daughter.
Her relationship with her parents in general is a nightmare at its most. Let’s say that she’s even convinced, that her own mother hate her. Alas, her father must have wished for her to stop breathing. It’s awful, I don’t have to explain more about this but yeah..
The only similarity she shares with her parents is their interest to the Dark Arts, which she had developed since tender age. Being surrounded by Dark Artifacts and Dark Objects was usual for the twins.
When her letter come, she had never been so excited to finally get the chance to escape from the living hell she considers as home. During her sorting, The Sorting Hat was quite keen to sort her into the Ravenclaw. But she insisted to be placed in the Slytherin, where she felt she belongs to be. Thankfully, it listens to her.
As predicted, she is a brilliant student and excels in every single subject. She is good with duelling skill, in particular.
As she graduates, she chooses to work (again) with something that truly caught her interest, the Dark Arts. It didn’t take her a while until she was recruited as a junior Curse-Breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank.
Voldemort first reached out to her and her brother after the tragic death of their parents (another tale for another time). He claims to see the potential from the two while he sends his condolences. Without a doubt, they took the chance and sporting the mark underneath their sleeve with pride.
Her relationship with her brother (cw: incest), is kind of complicated. They were inseparable. It all begins with an innocent touch, comforting hug and occasionally a kiss against her forehead. Soon, she fell into his arms and his bed. He’s the only person she looked up to, the only one she considered as her family. She can go rampage and throw a tantrum at everyone, yet he remained as her weakness.
She is actually quite nice and she won’t bite. But, who am I kidding here? Don’t let her fool you with her smile and what’s so called--kindness, because she’s not.
why would I be scared of what is part of me?
I think that’s it so far? I’ll add more to these lists soon and please do not hesitate to shoot me a message if you got any plot you want to work with my girl. <3
How does a monster become a monster?
It starts with love,
always love,
and they ate it
in greedy handfuls,
back when they were
whole and beautiful
and the light waltzed
on their skin like stars.
It starts with sin,
always sin,
like fingerprints on the spine,
like a devouring,
like singing while Eden floods,
like singing with fists in their mouths.
Before a monster is a monster,
it is swollen with love,
it presses sin flush against the wall,
it pretends that it knows
what to do with its hands.
And then the love vanishes,
it is plucked right out of their mouths,
and the monster is desolate,
and the monster is withering,
and all that is left is sin
and a gaping hole
where the heart should be,
overgrown and abandoned,
stars spilling out.
Emily Palermo, And Maybe I Haven’t Been Kissed in a Long Time
(via starredsoul)
