I already told you everything I know. Can you just get on with it?
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@theotherlestrange
I already told you everything I know. Can you just get on with it?
Did I hear that right?Â
in-thedoghouseâ:
-honestly his questions STING because Sirius probably is practically holding his breath waiting for the shit to hit the fan, for that moment to come when she wants to go home and he has to either let her or force her to stay just like her family would have done, so his stomach is churning as Rab is spatting all of this at him and honestly he wants to leave, he wants to SCREAM, he wants to kick and punch and blow things up because he hates this sodding world so much but none of that would make Rabastan feel like absolute trash and so Sirius decides to do none of it, instead focusing 100% of his effort on somehow winning this winless argument, leaning even closer to Rab to show he isnât afraid and says back in a dark but also somewhat mischievous âiâm-enjoying-thisâ tone- Oh, whaâ, âffended tâbe told youâre just like every other pureblood asshat you hang âround with, Lestrange? I really hate tâbreak it to ya, but youâre no better nor no different than your disgusting grunt of a brother, Rab. Might think yâve gotta better brain orâMerlin, help yaâa bigger heart, but I know, and Cress knows, that you ând Rodolphus ând Mulciber ând Dolohov ând all you boot-licking, interbred followers are the same. And I donât know what tâtell ya -shrugs like a total prick, taking a careless step backward- youâre not her type.
*In that moment, Sirius had accomplished something that little to no one else had: Rab didnât know how to respond. Even so, he doesnât want that to be IT, he wants to WIN. So instead of wrestling with his own internal demons and the consequences and reasoning of his own actions, he pulls out another cigarette and cups it in his hands. He could feel the heat of it lick against his hands, but still he keeps it there. The pain of the flame, becoming a point that he could fixate on instead of the emptiness of his mind and the pounding rhythm of âHeâs right. Heâs not, WHAT DO I SAY?â So instead of changing his own ideas and perspective, he drops a hand, takes a deep drag of his cigarette, and plays his role. As he breathes out the first cloud of smoke he extends the pack of cigarettes and raises an eyebrow before saying with his double edged smile:* You might be onto something Black. *takes another drag and tilts his head dispassionately* Which begs the question, *speaks hauntingly* why the fuck are you still here? Havenât your friends at Mungoâs told you the stories of how they got there? *Doesnât really know what heâs doing or why heâs saying it, but knows that itâs better than silence because quiet means that he LOST, so he takes a small step forward* Because, Iâve heard the whispers, and some of them are rather ghastly. *Another drag* It would be a shame if something like that would happen to an upstanding member of, *pauses dramatically to make it sting* society like yourself. *Scans Sirius as if he is looking for an answer but is already disappointed with the outcome* A real shame.
in-thedoghouseâ:
-smirks at his offhand compliment, but immediately his air changes to defensiveness when Rab mentions âhis lotâ, Sirius opening his mouth to respond but frankly he doesnât know what to say right away, having thought all of these thoughts himself before, wondering the same questions about Mulciber and if heâs doing the right thing being around Cress at all, and so looks down while Rabâs talking, until Rabâs final question hits him like a punch to his gut, and he looks up again, determined to be right about his decisions despite the worry in his eyes- Sâstill a better option than hitching up with some fuckinâ hooded, purist scum who only cares âbout how quickly she can give yâanheir. -his voice is steadily rising, anger going along with it as he talks- You wouldnât give a damn about her if her last name werenât Selwyn, donât act like you would. âLeast when sheâs with me she knows I wouldnât toss her tâthe fuckinâ curb if she spoke outâveturn, you spineless, archaic wanker.
*Absolutely would have let Sirius go on his rant because yes, Mulciber is trash, but when he implies that Rab feels the same way, oh thatâs when shit hits the fan and he laughs* But what about when she wants to go home? See her parents? Talk to whatever friends she has that didnât abandon her after they hear what you did? *prowling towards him* When she is longing for some familiarity but fears what you would say for wanting to associate with âscum?â *voice gets dangerously low* Could you look her in the eyes again if she decided that you and your band of misfits were no longer enough, and she leaves? *Absolutely spits the next words out* Because let me tell you Sirius, you can offer all the help in the world, but helping her make mistakes and watching her make mistakes is a whole different level of pain and frustration. *and now that heâs all riled up he thinks âwhat the hell, I havenât had an outburst in 105 days, might as well have one now* And donât you *whisper shouts* EVER pretend to think that you know my motivations or my mind, you cur!Â
cressidajugsonâ:
-scrunches up her face at him teasingly and then disappears into the bathroom, changing quickly before stepping back out, running her hands down the dress a la the gif- SoâŠthis is dress one. Know mumâs a fan of solid colors, and this, yâknow, isnât but⊠-shrugs a bit, slightly self-conscious- I dunno. I liked it.
Well you know how I feel about your motherâs opinion. *opens his mouth and then reconsiders his next comment* She has one. *clears his throat because man he is not cool* If you like it, I like it. *resettles himself in his chair and jokes* But I was promised a fashion show, and at the very least I need to see a twirl.Â
*forces himself to be more serious* For research and comparison reasons of course.Â
in-thedoghouseâ:
-smirks while looking down and shaking his head, chuckling airily at Rabastanâs remarks before looking at him again- Bloody hell, yâthink youâre such the smart talker, donât ya, Lestrange? -rubs his hand over his mouth while looking to the side again, like heâs trying to hold himself together but also thinking of the next thing to say, then turns back and says really darkly, looking down at the manâs robes while he speaks, as though Rab doesnât deserve his eye contact- Both know being âround you and your lot is only going tâhurt her, so how âbout yâjust bow outâve the fight now, yeah? -looks up to meet his eye now- Save us all the trouble, yeah, cousin?Â
*can tell that he lost the offence in this conversation and so doesnât respond to the first bit because the only things that would come out of his mouth would be something petty like âsmarter than you.â In the corner of his mind heâs impressed that Sirius is actually using his head and knows exactly what heâs doing but that doesnât stop it from getting under his skin* For someone who scorns the game, youâve still picked up some tricks I see. *grits his teeth because he knows what he is saying is true but Rab is too damn proud to admit it, and definitely not to Sirius, so he hisses out the next answer* And your lot is so much better, hmm? *scans the surroundings around him* You donât think there wonât be any repercussions for your rash actions? *Speaks through his teeth* What do you think is going to happen when they find out? Her parents? The vipers that she calls friends? Hell, do you think you could take on Mulciber when he finds out? *he forcefully punches/jostles his hands around in his pockets* How soon can you convince your blood traitor buddies and mudbloods to protect someone with ties to the Death Eaters, *raises his eyebrows* hmm?
cressidajugsonâ:
-is talking as heâs talking- You actually never gave me a strâ -stops when he stops her, looking up at him, ready for his NICE answer and then just rolls her eyes (but ~lovingly) and gives his arm a small shove when he kisses her forehead- Yâknow, you mightâve been able to say no, but after that pratish comment⊠-turns and pulls him after her again, leading them to their bedroom and pushes him into a chair- Now you absolutely have tâhelp me decide.
*shrugs his shoulders* I suppose thatâs fair. *trails after her, and is playing with their finger a little bit, when she pushes him into the chair he letâs out a little âoomfâ and smirks up at her* I can think of worse fates.
Letâs see these contenders then.
in-thedoghouseâ:
-stiffens when Rab walks closer and touches his shoulder, his breath practically visible for how heavy it is, and glares right into Rabastanâs eyes to show he has no fear and no intention of backing down, a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips once he realizes what got Rab all worked up- Oh, sâmatter, Rabbie? Bug ya tâthink âbout me groaning her name when weâre together? -raises his eyebrows, his smirk having grown as he speaks in a lilted tone, heavy with sarcasm- Oh! Oh! Careful, RabbieâŠsuch aggression, and just outside of the Ministry? -tilts his head up a bit- Whoâs your supervisor again?
*his jaw is tight and theres probs a vein or whatever twitching in his forehead. He takes his time to just breath in and out, clenching his teeth and closing his eyes as Sirius is being a jerk face and forces out his reply even though not even he believes it* Wherever you stick your cock is no concern of mine. *straightens his own jacket and tilts his head* Crane is my supervisor, but he comes from a turbulent family himself. *the words are sour and terse coming out of his mouth* Iâm sure heâll understand errant threats between family. *his silver tongue is back and as much as he hates saying it, he knows that Sirius will hate it even more* Cousins fight, some more than others. *really grinding the words out now* Suppose I wont see you at the next Black-Lestrange reunion?
cressidajugsonâ:
-deadpans- I meant your home office, you dolt. -tugs him on out of his chair, lacing their fingers together and pulling him out of their current room and into the living room area- Fancy seeing the things I bought for my mumâs event? Could, yâknow, use your help deciding what looks best with these stumpy legs Iâve got.
But thatâs different. *gets up and is all dramatic with his head tossed back as he walks and all that jazz* Oh is that this week? I canât recall, did I say I would be there? Hey, *pulls her to a stop and looks into her eyes and definitely looks like heâs going to say âyou donât have stumpy legs, youâre perfectâ but instead says* I love those stumpy legs. *gives her a teasing kiss on the forehead* I take it you wonât take ânoâ for an answer?
cressidajugsonâ:
You need a break, Rab. Yâknow, not work for a bit. -holds out a hand to him- Câmon. Outâve the office.
*blinks up at her* You must be joking. *resettles himself in his chair* My boss has been breathing down my neck for thes- *stops as her hand enters his vision and huffs because he canât say no to her, so he takes her hand* Iâll have you know that I left my office late this morning, so your concern is unnecessary.
in-thedoghouseâ:
-is infuriated further by Rabastanâs casual attitude, swallowing hard as he resists the urge to shove the taller man against the wall and sock him then and there, his blood pressure rising even higher with Rabastanâs threat to his position, and despite realizing the validity of the threat and the possible audience, Sirius leans in closer, his voice low and menacing- Think I give a shit about this place, about following their rules? I donât need tâwait for evidence tâgive me a reason tâdo it, Lestrange. -his breath heavy and head fuming, he shoves the man backward threateningly, glowering in rage- Leave my brotherâand Cressâthe fuck alone.
Careful Black, *speaks tauntingly, recognizing some of the irony in his words* starting to sound more like a vigilante than a law abiding citizen. *takes everything in stride, going so far to reposition a piece of hair that fell out of place before freezing and his tone/posture shifts to cold and quiet* What did you say? *takes a step forward to get back into Siriusâ space, brushing hair or lint or something off of his jacket to avoid suspicion, and speaks low and icily* Speak her name again, and it will take years for them to find all the pieces to put your corpse back together again.
in-thedoghouseâ:
-his whole demeanor changes when Rab mentions Regulus, his eyes narrowing and falling to the wall behind where Rab is standing, breath thinning and smirk completely changed out for a harsh, flat expression, and can feel his blood boiling, ears ringing a bit so heâs almost unable to comprehend the rest of Rabâs jabs (heh rabâs jabs), his head spinning with thoughts about Regulus still at Hogwarts, being influenced by and pulled into sick, twisted things by the death eaters, until finally he just snaps, his eyes whipping back up to meet Rabâs for a split second before he rushes forward, grabbing the wizard by the collar with both hands, his teeth gritted as he speaks- You leave my brother alone, or I swear to Merlin Iâll burn you alive, Lestrange.Â
*continues to smoke and watch as his words get under Sirius skin. He even goes so far to nod at some people passing who are sending them cautious/concerned looks. Just pondering what heâs going to say next until Sirius grabs him by the collar and makes him drop his cigarette, catching the smoke in his lungs so it doesnât come out in a puff until he lets it out to the side of Siriusâ head, and looks down at the cigarette* Shame that, I had only just started it. *looks back up at him with a smile* My, my, such aggression from a trainee, right outside the Ministry. Who is your trainer again? Iâm sure they would be interested to hear how you handle personal situations and conflicts of interest. *just smirks at his threat* Thatâs cute.
purities-lightâ:
-hisses- Of course Iâm here. Youâre in my bloody house, or have you made yourself so comfortable youâve forgotten.
*rolls his eyes* Youâre being dramatic. *is an asshole and puts his feet up on the table* Youâre the one who insists on information as soon as I get it. I just assumed you were going to bullheadedly charge into a duel, so I thought to myself: âit would be a shame if the Scotch he opened went to waste all because he has no patianceâ *motions to glass of Scotch and says with sarcasm* and since we are such good friends I knew you wouldnât want it to go to waste.
cressidajugsonâ:
âŠno. Iâve already been out and come back. You okay?
*looks down at his watch and raises his eyebrows in surprise before rubbing a hand through his hair with a sigh* Oh yeah, yes. Just lost track of time going over, *waves his hand at the mess of his desk* all this.
in-thedoghouseâ:
-heâs smirking and ready to GO with all the reasons Rab doesnât care about Cress but then when he gets to the end of his rant Siriusâ eyebrows shoot up and he guffaws, as though genuinely shocked Rabastan would suggest that Sirius doesnât have the right to judge him, his mouth twisting into a sadistic smirk now, lifting a hand to his face as though having to think through his answer, clearly sarcastic in doing so- Well, letâs see, could start with the fact that youâre a fuckinâ blood purist who hasnât the ability to see people as human beings, or -shrugs nonchalantly- I dunno, the fact youâre just the quieter, stealthier version of your seedy brother? -quirks an eyebrow at him, his voice dripping with insinuation- Think I donât know what you do when the ministryâs not looking, Lestrange?
Such strong words from a traitor who abandoned his family. *pauses to fake contemplation* You know, I ran into your brother the other day, *smirks and sticks his hands in his pockets with that ~~standing swagger~~ and honey voice* heâs doing well by the way. A little bit lost, *a twist in his smirk and his words are laced with double meaning* but weâre taking care of him. *pretends to contemplate Siriusâ insults* You are quite right about my brother, heâs good with his wands but not much else. *rolls his shoulders and meets his gaze* Those are some cute threats you have there Black, *tilts his head* did you practice them in the mirror before you came?
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