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Put a question in my ask and I’ll write an IC monologue/drabble of my muse’s past
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Question examples to start you off:
What’s it like to kill a man?
Who happened to you?
How did you get those scars?
Why are you afraid?
What is family to you?
What is wrong with you?
A Sense of Pride || 8-19-78
Lily knew that turning her back on the man had been a risk. He exuded anger and danger and she would not put it past him to cast a spell while her back is turned. It was the mark of a coward and his veiled threats seemed to be just that; cowardice. All Lily knew was she had to get away from the innocent muggles and if that meant exposing a weak point in herself than so be it.
She had had a lot of training dealing with this very scenario; if he were to attack then she would be ready.
“Oh. We haven’t. I would have never guessed.” His confidence was sickening. Lily still didn’t know who he fucking was other than he had gone to Hogwarts. He spoke to her as if he knew her or knew what she was; muggleborn. Then he moved and she was ready for it, her wand arm extending. Her grip tight on her wand as she pointed it towards him. No spell was uttered, but she remained prepared. She remained vigilant.
“I may not have any bit of conversation for you to use. But I may have a few choice items in my bag that you can use to shove up your arse. I owe you nothing. You’re the bugger who ran into me.”
She had made a mistake by turning around and talking instead of casting a spell. Thorfinn laughed as she uttered another sentence of defying empty words. He could feel his heart race as he looked at the angry girl in front of him. The urge to torture her became to big to hold down. He wanted to turn her inside out, see who she was and what she was and learning information for his lord in the proces. He gazed at the alley in front of him, the faint echo of the parade still danced along its walls but there was no one who followed them. Thorfinn knew he could just apparate without any trouble but he wanted to hear her scream, she was getting on his nerves and he wouldn’t let her get away with it. The anger and violent energy started building up and oozed out off his pores when he felt his head snap in that familiar bloodhaze. With one angry glare he yelled; ‘’Crucio!’’.
Pause Café | Open
When he heard the familiar voice, Elis’ eyes looked up. Thorfinn Rowle. A man Elis knew mostly in passing, but a man he respected nonetheless. They’d not interacted as much for the Dark Lord, but he supposed he might as well learn more about the comrades than what he could find in a file. Elis inclined his head.
“Not at all, Thorfinn. Not at all,” Elis said, the aristocratic smile rising on his face as he gestured for the other man to join him. The waitress brought his cup of espresso and Elis took a long sip before looking back at the other man.
“I’m afraid I’ve never gotten into the British habit of tea,” he explained with a wry grin on his face.
Thorfinn sat down across his colleague and ordered his beer yelling at some waitress passing. ‘’Neither have I, it’s always so weak in comparison to other drinks,’’ he laughed. He looked at the man in front of him, it was curious that they did not really knew each other that well.
What Thorfinn did know was that Elis was married ‘’so what are you doing here? not fleeing from the mrs. are you?’’
Enter each action with boldness.
Robert Greene, 48 Laws of Power (via mishya-n)
Pause Café | Open
August 31, 1978
Elis Greengrass sighed heavily as he sat down in the outdoor section of a small café in Diagon Alley. He usually took his break at work in the comfort of his office, but the weather was nice and he wanted to get away from the dreary people that worked there for the moment. He still felt hunted, though he knew nothing would ever tie him to the murders of the Talkalots.
He ordered espresso from the waitress as he leaned back in his chair, content to people watch for the time being.
It was time for a break Thorfinn thought, he had done enough for today. He was starting to get a bit restless from all the pressure his father’s errands had put on him in the last few days. He hadn’t slept much either, which meant he wasn’t really any good to anyone this afternoon. He was walking through Diagon Alley, wondering about what it was he wanted to do when he saw Elis sitting on a terrace. Just the company he needed on this good for nothing day. ‘’Hello there Elis, you don’t mind if I join you do you?’’
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Thorfinn had often gazed at the loud mouthed Gryffindor. She was so very much alive, the polar opposite of the Slytherin girls who were as cold as the walls of their dungeon common room. He also heard the rumours about her nightly adventures, the trail of boys who pined after her for months. The flowers they bought for her that withered in the great hall because she didn’t touch them. He watched her, secretly, but never exchanged a single word. She was a Gryffindor after all and besides, he had his own friends and adventures.
Later on, when Thorfinn had forgotten all about the bubbly girl, he ran into her at a Death Eater party in some manor or other. He recognized her instantly, he knew she was probably married. After months of cold nights and war, looking at her was like looking straight into an active volcano. She catched his glance and Thorfinn knew the only way to have her was by letting her work for it. It was a long night of dancing glimpses and Thorfinn had to suppress every urge to just go ahead and kiss her. But he knew she was someone who was bored easily, he remembered the flowers. So he waited, and hovered like a hawk, not saying much. When he was sure she was interested, or in any case wanted to know what the fuck his deal was, he walked outside. The garden a quiet oasis of oaks and moonlight. He did not even turn around when he heard her close the garden door behind him. He just smiled, she stood in front of him arms closed and magma eyed. He checked her pupils, not the window to the soul but to the body. He then grabbed her hair and pulled her face in close, just to tease. After a second or two he kissed her like she was the last breath of oxygen left on the planet. Thorfinn only did rough primal sex, what was the point in anything else? When they had their fill of each other he went to get them some more wine. She was all talk talk talk but Thorfinn did not really listen. He was comfortable and wanted to go home. He did not want to talk, he did not care about her feelings or her thoughts on the incident. Neither did he plan on ever fucking a married woman again. Too much of a hassle anyway, but he would think about her sometimes, when he saw people dance or when he heard a hard rolling laugh like sunbeams.
Seeing Red-August 28, 1978 OPEN
Dimoodyauror :
There were times when Moody was itching for a fight. When he wanted to draw it out, make it last, have some fun. This was not one of those times. No in this case, he wanted to get the situation contained as quickly as possible–and arrest as many as he could. This was no game, and it certainly wasn’t fun. He could hear screaming coming from every which way, and explosions rocked the building. He felt torn in so many directions at once.
But as fire flashed past him, he knew he had to focus. He had to concentrate on the task at hand which was to stop this fucker from continuing his rampage. Worries about anything, or anyone, else would have to wait until the situation was under control.
“Give up now and I won’t kill you,” was his response to the cloaked figure hiding behind the polished mask. As he cast the spell “Aqua Eructo,” he shot a jet of water to put out the fire behind him, and then directed it in one smooth motion at his opponent.
Thorfinn liked this auror, at least he started strong. At least, until he started using a water spell on him. What a joke. When Thorfinn had recovered from the surprise aqua invasion of his mask and clothes. He jumped away and yelled; ‘’Diffindo,’’ not sure if he had hit the auror’s leg or nothing at all. The chaos in the hospital seemed to quiet all around him for a minute, as he leaned against the bloodied wall of the hospital’s entry. The auror had said he was going to kill him if he’d give up. What a joke, giving up, what did that even mean? As Thorfinn regained his breath for a moment he looked the auror straight in the eye and started laughing uncontrollably. ‘’I hope you are not giving up just yet! Killing something slowly is so boring when it doesn’t scream..’’
A Sense of Pride || 8-19-78
There was only a few people who could get away with calling her Red and this giant blond beast of a man was not one of them. In fact, she grimaced with every word that dripped from his mouth. It was quite clear to her that he was the type of man who liked to put women in their place. A despicable brand of human; one that proved how right she had been to become a member of the Order.
It wasn’t just a fight against Voldemort and his band of bastard miscreants. It was a fight against all types of prejudice that threatened to darken the world and suffocate everyone who lived in it.
“News? Why the fuck would I have anything to say to you. I don’t know you.” He was a pompous arse and Lily was liking him less and less every second they stood in front of each other. The meandering patrons must have sensed the tension between herself and the man as they were starting to stare. Many looked concerend and Lily didn’t want to draw attention should wands need to be drawn. They were among innocent muggles who were enjoying a celebration of life and love. Lily wasn’t going to let this man ruin it all.
Lily ignored his second utterance of ‘girl’. He was grating on her every nerve and testing all her patience. So instead of speaking, Lily began to walk away from the crowd. The further away from the Pride festival they could get the better. Then Lily could have a real conversation with the man. As she walked, she kept her eyes forward, though made sure her hand was close enough to her wand should he do something stupid. When they were clear of the crowd, Lily turned to see if the man had taken the bait and followed her or if he had left her well enough alone. She hoped for the latter but prayed for the former.
The red headed girl was like an annoying squirrel, eyes all large and defiant. She reminded Thorfinn of the Weasleys, all feisty and idealistic. It was fun to see what would happen if he pushed her buttons hard enough to make her snap. Nothing so entertaining as torturing little rodents, or so he thought anyway. Thorfinn briefly considered just maiming her on the spot, or set her aflame. He could feel the blood starting to rush in his temples, he knew he was close to making a decision. If she wasn’t going to give him information he might as well finish her off right now. He took a deep breath as the girl started walking. He eyed her down, she was striding away with a lot of confidence. But it sure was stupid of her to turn her back on an enemy like that. Thorfinn looked at the crowd around him, some of the muggles were still looking at him with eyebrows raised. They wouldn’t be much of a problem, all bark but no bite surely. When she had walked ten steps, Thorfinn casually followed her, stalking her, closer and closer. She still hadn’t looked around but he was sure she’d have her wand at the ready if she was indeed the witch he took her for. When he had closed in on her, at the corner of an alley, he hissed in her ear: ‘’Lovely day for a walk but I think we haven’t finished our chat just yet’’. He then jumped in front of her, wand at the ready, he had no plan, no curse in mind but he just wanted to hurt her so badly now. His pupils widened and his breath quickened. He wanted her to be scared, he wanted her to scream. ‘’Last chance to finish up our conversation, you better tell me something I can use.’
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What they’d make your character for breakfast the morning after
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If they’d do it again
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@trexrowle Thorfinn Rowle & Tarquin McTavish 23rd August 1978 11:03pm
Darkness was never something that should be feared, nor should it be something some actively avoid. The unreasonable attitude that someone was unsafe just because of the lack of light outside always seemed ridiculous to Tarquin. In fact, he actually found more comfort in these hours. Less crowded, not so many curious eyes and nosey know-it-alls. Sure, there might have been a couple of drunks lurking around corners itching for a fight, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.
Most of the time, Tarquin was the one out for blood. So anyone that he came across that wanted the same thing, he would consider excellent company. However, tonight was not one of those nights. While he would not turn down a duel, he would not seek out one. The overwhelming desire to get his usual hit and pass out in his comfort zone outweighed any desire he had for chaos. But temptation changed quickly, depending on situation. And while he knew he should apparate home, his mind told him to walk.
His shift was long and dull, various patrons he recognised continuing to drink away their lives. Broken teeth, yellow tired eyes. Their conversations were scarcely interesting, but there was the occasional brawl, when there was an argument over Pureblood supremacy or the right of Muggles and Mudbloods. Tarquin was obliged to stay quiet, despite his overwhelming desire to back one of them up. He would have been hypocritical to do so, with someone so close to him being a Half-Blood. Something to forgive, he considered.
It was still warm, so the hot smoke that travelled down his throat as he partook in his usual routine was almost unpleasant. But the departing anger was something to be desired, so he continued inhaling his addiction, enjoying the quiet street. He stopped briefly, leaning against a nearby wall to appreciate the Muggle creation he so depended on.
It was then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure move. He did not react, nor turn his head in the direction. He continued to drag the life out of his cigarette, his free hand slowly moving to the wand in his pocket and grasping it. While they could be a casual passer-by, or a man or woman heading to a pub for a night out, there was always a chance it could be someone looking for trouble. And in such dark times, Tarquin had learnt to be careful of his surroundings.
He kept his wand hand hidden as he flicked the butt of his cigarette as far as he could, a little competition in his own mind. It wasn’t his best, certainly wasn’t his worst, before he rounded the nearest corner. An evaluation. If the figure followed, they were either familiar or looking for trouble.
Another business meeting turned bar fight turned drunk walk had Thorfinn tired and angry. Old men, fat men, who tried to bargain for a low price were such a bore. At first Thorfinn had considered his job quite entertaining. But the slow and steady onset of boredom had washed over his criminal family enterprise, like it did on everything eventually.
Thorfinn wondered if there was something else, something more profound he was missing out on. He knew what he was good at, he did what was asked of him most of the time. But wasn’t there something he could do for himself alone? Something exquisitely brutal and entertaining perhaps. Something to treat this cold deserted feeling he had inside. He wandered on through the dark lit alleyways and streets, passing drunk muggles and regaining some sense of sobriety. He knocked down a garbage can with his right foot out of sheer spite, and shouted to a lousy homeless man lying on a bench on the other side of the street. He was regaining a sense of time and place at least. A night is just a night, and things always look better in the morning, his mother used to say. Thorfinn usually though things always looked worse in the morning. He dreaded going home but realised that he was supposed to pick up some unicorn skin at essex in the early afternoon next day. ‘’Bloody hell’’ he cursed underneath his breath, and he walked in a bar to use the lavatory. A good moment to throw some water in his face before going home, he was close now anyway. When he walked out he felt the evening air slowly brush his face, gently, it had been a good night. Though Thorfinn was determined to create a more interesting set of nights in the months to come, killing and selling illegal stuff only got you that much excitement after all. He crossed the street, and another corner when he spotted the figure of a man, or boy, and he felt eyes on him. He was close to the leaky cauldron so he figured it could be a wizard. Thorfinn kept walking at a steady pace, aimed to disarm the stranger of any primal suspicion towards him. He showed his hands and smiled broadly when he came closer. ‘’Good evening, you mind sharing one of your cigarettes?’
A Sense of Pride || 8-19-78
Her equilibrium was thrown the moment she struck another human. A rather hard human at that. Her arm felt a pang of pain run up the length of if that still lingered as she gained her center and got a good look at who she had run into seconds ago. The first thing she noticed about the men was how tense he looked.
Lily’s eyes started at the clenched fists and worked their way up his body, merely observing not for aesthetic viewing, and landed at the dark look in his eyes. It caused her to take a step back. His face was familiar and the more she stared the more she knew he had to be from Hogwarts. Judging from the fact that she knew almost nothing about him he had to be quite a few years above her.
“Excuse me?” His tone she could have forgiven, it was the condescending use of the word ‘girl’ that set her on edge. “I said I was sorry, I did not see anyone behind me.” Her own words were terse. Seeing as she still had the scarf around her neck, she leaned over towards the vendor and handed them a few bills, offering the concerened man a smile to said that she could handle herself. Lily then turned back towards the tall blond man, curious as to what he would say next.
He didn’t look like the type that often had 'girls’ talking back to him.
‘’Well Red, you did choose the wrong guy to run into.’’ Thorfinn grimaced down on the tense little woman with a mixture of irritation and interest. He was quite sure she was the kind of witch with a conscience too big for her own good. She had that principled look on her face, as if she was about to lecture him on the using of the word ‘girl’ and how he’d been rude to her. ‘’So, you don’t happen to have any news in that pretty little head of yours that might brighten up my evening do you?’’ There was no way he was going to let this coincedence pass without checking to see if she could be of value.
Thorfinn supposed she had her wand on her, though he couldn’t tell where she’d put it. He kept looking for a memory of her face, or name that he could use to make her realise he knew who she was. He then figured he could just pretend to know her, and scare her anyway. He relaxed his fists and straightened his back, keeping his eyes on her. He was enjoying this little mouse game. He could always just blow off her head, though he wasn’t sure if the Dark Lord would approve. The death eaters kept telling him that information was often more valuable than the death of enemies but Thorfinn had a hard time controlling his bloodlust long enough to get through with it. The red head was defying him, basically asking for trouble with her feisty remarks. He let his hand drift slowly towards his wand, in his right hand pocket. ‘’Well do you, girl?’’
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‘’LOOK LIKE THE INNOCENT FLOWER BUT BE THE SERPENT UNDERNEATH THEY SAID WHY NOT BE THE SERPENT FROM THE START I WONDERED’’
A Sense of Pride || 8-19-78
There was a strange sense of celebration in the air as she made her way along the pier of the Thames River. It had been, what felt like ages, since there was any reason to celebrate. Every day there were whispers of more murders and massacres. The cobblestone streets of London ran red with mixed blood and so many knew nothing of the war that was being waged on their front door.
As always, there was a sense of guilt in her stomach as she walked by various tents littered with every color of the rainbow. Though it was hard to stay somber for very long. One of the reasons why Lily had found her way to London Pride was for the very atmosphere.
The people around her exuded confidence and a joy at being themselves without fear of what others may think about them. Lily could easily relate being a muggleborn among Purebloods who wanted nothing more than to eradicate her kind. The longer she walked, the lighter she felt. This was exactly what she needed and she wasn’t going to let anyone ruin her time here. She had just purchased herself a scarf and did a dramatic spin–per request of the bejeweled merchant–when she bumped into a passerby. “Shit, sorry about that.”
(open to anyone, especially to those I have not interacted with yet!)
Nothing more annoying then when your favourite walking route gets blocked by a bunch of muggles celebrating. What were they celebrating anyway? Thorfinn looked around him, men dressed like women, women who looked like men, men kissing men. He did not care, he just wanted to get home and right now apparating would be quite annoying to do. The thought of creating panic at this bohemian collective celebration of nothing crossed Thorfinn’s mind for a few minutes. He nearly hit a guy when he passed him and thought he had felt a hand on his belt. ‘’Cheer up mate have a beer!’’ the drunk face covered in glitter shouted at him. Thorfinn was now on the very edge of killing or hitting something, anything. The muscles in his jaw tightened and he clenched his fists. He had to get home, he hadn’t had any orders to cause trouble here. He just had to get home. And then someone bumped into him, he felt a shoulder in his ribs. He was so irritated he just looked down at the girl. She murmured an excuse but when he looked at her more closely he recognised her. ‘’I bet you are very sorry about that, aren’t you girl?.’
Seeing Red-August 28, 1978 OPEN
By the time Moody found out about the attack, it was already too late. It had already begun. But he was never one to give up, and especially wasn’t one to back down from a fight. So he gathered his Aurors, and summoned the Order members. And then left to get to St. Thomas’ as fast as he could.
People are streaming away from it, screaming and crying as he arrived on scene. He pushed through them all, and past the ineffectual Muggle Bobbies trying to control and contain, but with no fucking idea what was going on.
Moody did not wait for anyone else but strode right into the hospital. His anger was palpable, rolling off of him in waves. It was one thing to stage attacks against the Order. It was quite another to strike a hospital, even a Muggle one. Voldemort was trying to send a message. Moody was receiving it, loud and clear.
He knew that as an Auror, his job was to contain the scene, save the civilians, and arrest the perpetrators. But he hoped that he’d get in a fight instead. That they’d give him no choice, force him into a confrontation, force his hand. He could easily kill any one of the Death Eaters here tonight and sleep easily afterwards. Well, if not easily, then at least with a minimum amount of guilt.
Moody was ready for a fight, ready to find someone to save, and someone to kill incapacitate. All he had to do was follow the screams.
[NOTE: The above is Open to ANYONE. But especially DE’s ;). But seriously, anyone.]
The attack had been going on for quite a while, Thorfinn could feel his mind shifting deeper and deeper in that familiar haze of fighting. He wasn’t thinking anymore, just reacting on the sounds and shapes around him. Attacking muggles was quite a good way to practice new manoeuvres and spells. After all they did not have much to defend themselves with. And besides, just shouting the same curse over and over got boring after a while. He especially liked attacking the doctors, they looked at him like they were watching the scene unfurl from a distance, too blown away to grasp what was going on. After mutilating several of the doctors, making sure they got a slow painful death, Thorfinn leaned against a wall to hear them scream and watch what the effects of his spellwork had created. Thorfinn took a deep breath and smelled something burning, it smelled like the burning of flesh, it reminded him of turkey. He enjoyed these kinds of assignments, it allowed him to do what he was best at. When the doctors had given up their screaming and were just squirming like little pigs on the blood stained floor, Thorfinn decided to see what was happening on the other floor. Running up the staircase with ease, he suddenly heard loud bangs on the other side of the hallway. Someone had come to interfere with his creative experiments. This better not be that damned order, or muggle police, those guys were so annoying to finish. Letting out a loud grunt of annoyance he turned around and followed the sound of intruders. ‘’Ah I don’t recall we invited members of the order today, come to watch your future have you?’’ Thorfinn laughed at the sight of the auror, he let out his wand and hissed; ‘’Incendio’’, making sure the entrance of the hospital was now a clear warning to any other knights in shining armour.
MEPHASTOPHILIS.: Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self-place; for where we are is hell, And where hell is, there must we ever be.
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