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[volchonok-dolohov]

wendyslinkhcrd​:

Even if they both had attended the same school, Wendy never thought they would have known each other or even that they would have been friends! Mikha was the complete opposite of Antonin. He was sweet, interesting, intelligent, such a good shag and he was interested in her and her father’s work! Antonin was gruff and he irritated her like no one else, a good shag as well, he was a Death Eater and stood for everything that hated Wendy simply due to her blood. As soon as he snorted and laughed at her, Wendy did indeed feel stupid. There was no way Mikha could be one, he was far too sweet. He knew of Wendy’s parents and had only shown interest in her father’s work. He was sweet, kind, caring for others! All things a Death Eater could never be! 

Wendy glared at Antonin and made a face at him. “Don’t be so bloody stupid. I have every right to distrust you all.” She hissed at him and sat up straight again, leaning away. She caught Antonin’s sister staring at them and suddenly felt he fear all over again. Could she…? She could be a Death Eater too, right? But… Mikha wouldn’t invite two Death Eaters to dinner, would he? She reached for his hand in fear, squeezing a little and tried to smile back when he shot her one of the warmest smiles ever. But this dinner was nothing like he had probably planned. 

How could he be the one who was being stupid? Did she really only think that all death eaters only aquainted themselves with other death eaters? It was true for some of their rank but certainly not all. He didn’t even get along with half of their lot. Antonin lowered his voice ever more, “So do you make a habit out of sleeping with people you don’t trust?” Antonin knew how much the whole fact that he was a death eater upsetted his sister so he wasn’t very willing to delve too much in the topic lest she overhear. He followed Wendy’s glance to Anushka who was watching them quietly and instead busied himself with his meal once again. 

Antonin froze, his jaw set as he followed the path of Wendy’s hand. Her fingers so tightly wound through Mikhails. Their exchange was not lost on him. He didn’t know what game she was playing at, what her intentions with his friend were. He found it ever more difficult to concentrate when Mikhail directed the conversation to Antonin, asking him about work, discussing the latest in quidditch. Antonin exercised as much self control as he could, decidedly ignoring Wendy and her small hand still engulfed by Mikhail’s. He told himself that It wasn’t Wendy that he cared about, he just couldn’t believe she had pure intentions with his oldest friend.

[volchonok-dolohov]

wendyslinkhcrd​:

They were far too alike. Both were spiraling into their own dark thoughts of what sort of dinner they had agreed to come to. It was almost ironic that both were questioning the other and thinking only of distrust and lies being here sitting next to the other at the table. Wendy found herself unable to read Antonin’s sister’s amused smirk. What was she thinking of? Though, perhaps the biggest question was if Anoushka and Mikhail were both associated with the Death Eaters. Had she been so terribly stupid telling Mikhail personal things about her family? Was this why she had managed to move up on the list promoting her as a danger to the ministry and caused Antonin to follow her for his job? How bloody stupid did she have to be to end up sleeping with two different Death Eaters? Wendy shifted away from Mikhail slowly now that their whole relationship was thrown into such a hurtful sense of doubt. 

Had she been stupid for not knowing Antonin and Mikhail knew each other? Perhaps, but simply going to the same school did not mean they were associated at all. She had not seen Antonin the entire time she spent with Mikhail at the world cup. After those days she thought it was terribly safe to assume they were not friends. Yet here he was. The conversation became a buzzing her ears as Wendy spiraled in her own thoughts and could feel herself slipping. What was this dinner? She was only pulled from her thoughts when Antonin leaned closer. Merlin. She could smell that sharp, spicy scent that always seemed to cling to him. It took all of her strength to not let her thoughts go back to his apartment and that fateful night. Yet, in the time she had come to know him it became a little easier to read some of his emotions. He was surprised. His question and the look in his dark eyes was enough to spell it out clearly. He was not expecting her at this dinner. Wendy pulled back in surprise herself and blinked to recover. Slowly she leaned closer so she could speak to him in a quiet voice. “No. I didn’t know you knew each other.” Wendy admitted and could feel herself on the verge of tears. This was all so terribly confusing and frustrating! What was going on? “Is he -” She broke off and swallowed the rising bile in her throat. “Is he, you know?” She inquired, pointing to her arm where the Death Eater tattoo usually resided on others. 

Antonin searched within Wendy’s eyes for a hint of anything that he couldn’t trust but he didn’t find anything. She was just as confused by this whole thing as he was. Her words however, were a slap to the face. The disgust, he suposed he probably should have expected it from her kind. He showed no signs of any hurt however and instead scoffed, a smirk on his lips. “Don’t be stupid, you don’t honestly think Mikha has the abilities...?” Antonin said, a single brow raising as if he dared her to speak otherwise. Perhaps she didn’t know Mikhail as well as he had first perceived, for Mikha, despite his quick mind would be a terrible death eater. Far too soft and unruined.

Antonin shook his head, returning back to his meal, he was determined to get through this dinner as quickly as he could, present company included. He had been determined to get Wendy out of his head and sure this was a slight spanner in the works, but he’d finish his dinner, excuse himself from dinner and be on his way as soon as he could. Then he could get back to actively ignoring the witch.

[tedbecca]

(insp)

[wendyslinkhcrd]

@volchonok-dolohov

[volchonok-dolohov]

wendyslinkhcrd​:

Before there had been nothing shameful about her continued contact with Mikhail. Wendy had been glad each time his owl arrived with a new letter from Mikhail. He had been there to lend an ear to her when she told him that her father was put on a publishing freeze as things only grew worse. He proved to be a wonderful friend, and one who was entirely trustworthy. She shared in his good news of the arrival of his mandrakes. Now, she felt she had to question it all. Had it been wise to share intimate details of her family when he was involved with a Death Eater as a friend? Wendy now doubted everything about the man she thought had been a bloody good friend and the arrival of Antonin’s sister. What kind of dinner had Mikhail invited her to? Wendy could not understand why Antonin was so clearly angry though. She could not even think to consider that he might assume she was in a relationship with Mikhail. Wendy had been quite clear after their many nights together in bed at the World Cup that she was seeking nothing serious. She did not even consider that Antonin could be thinking such a thing and was instead set back by the anger that was rolling off of him. 

Though, all of it certainly was becoming a puzzle to Wendy. Was Mikhail honest and sincere in his friendship? Was he involved with Antonin’s Death Eater dealings? Was his sister involved? Why had she been invited to a dinner surrounded by potential enemies? Why was Antonin so terribly angry? Was this another ploy of whatever game he was playing? Though she was suddenly pulled so from her spiraling thoughts by Antonin’s sister. “What?” Wendy asked and felt like she had been pulled from a daze. She turned to observe Antonin who seemed eager to not engage her in conversation. “He certainly is a pessimist.” Wendy agreed and her gaze grew hard as she faced him. “Though, I would say your brother’s bigger trait is his ability to be relentlessly frustrating.” The waiter Mikhail flagged down arrived and he happily started to list out drinks to their server before he turned to engage the women in their opinion on his selection. There may be tension surrounding them, yet Mikhail seemed to be immune to such things. 

Antonin had known. It was silly to get so worked up when he had known. He’d seen Mikhail first approach Wendy that night, hell, he had seen that look in his eyes the moment he’d laid eyes on her all those months ago. Perhaps it was the fact that they had kept in touch, that neither had mentioned the other as if they were each other’s secret. Why had Mikhail thought it a good idea to invite her here? And all of this under the clever, watchful eyes of his sister. All these thoughts were driving him crazy. Wendy had always been his to torment, he’d never mentioned a word of her to anyone. Not Mikhail, not Rodolphus, none of them. And was Wendy seeing Mikha? Seeing Mikha and still having one night stands with supposed enemies? For some reason he didn’t want to spend too much energy delving into, he knew that everything would have to change if anyone from his real life found out about her, especially now that they’d crossed some sort of a line.

He’d missed the swift kick at Anoushka, it was perhaps why his devilish sister only grinned at Wendy’s response. Antonin however, had his eyes firmly locked with Wendy. He found that his eyes drifted so often to her mouth when she spoke, now that he knew the things that she could do with it. Somehow it naturally came to be that Mikhail leaned over the table to engage Anoush in animated conversation. The two were now deep in the intricacies of Anoushka’s internship at the Russian magical kremlin. Antonin waited until the other two were deep in conversation when he leaned over, “Did you know that I’d be here?” he asked in a whisper. There were several reasons as to why he felt that he needed to know. Just how close was Wendy to his friend? What were her intentions in coming? Was this some kind of payback?

[junlicais]

Fact of the matter is… you are just a pretty face. 

[wendyslinkhcrd]

@volchonok-dolohov

[volchonok-dolohov]

wendyslinkhcrd​:

Oh how entirely foolish she felt for not suspecting that Mikhail and Antonin knew each other! But Mikha had never mentioned he had a friend who attended Hogwarts and Wendy herself was not close to many she attended school with. Yet, Antonin was embracing Mikha and they both seemed happy to see the other. Wendy felt frozen in her seat and the good mood she was in previously evaporated instantly. Should she leave? How she desired to get up from the table and walk out instead of suffering through this dinner! But she refused to give Antonin the satisfaction and she really did want to see Mikha.

Two things happened at once. Wendy became confused with how quickly Antonin cut Mikha off. Did he simply not wish to know how his friend met the dirty halfblood? And secondly, she flinched at the sharp anger Antonin displayed towards her. They both worked at the ministry. So that was what Antonin would go with. Not that he followed her at work like she was a criminal. Nor that his friend tried to kill Wendy for sport. Nor that they just fucked each other in a horrible mistake. And never that he showed up to burn her parents home to the ground on a Death Eater mission. At that thought a chill ran through Wendy and she visibly paled. Was Mikhail involved with the Death Eater cause? Surely he couldn’t be! He knew about Wendy’s parents, he knew about her blood and he had not cared. Was it all a ploy? Oh how stiff she grew then! It all felt surreal with the excitement of Anoushka, Mikhail’s previously seemingly warm happiness, and Antonin’s cold glare. What had she been invited to? “Yes, we’ve continued to write together.” Wendy answered so quietly while Mikhail went into an animated detail of all the owls they’ve sent back and forth. She had been so excited before, but now she suspected and feared this dinner.

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“Huh,” Antonin mused, sending a glance at Mikha. Mikhail hadn’t mentioned Wendy again, especially not that they’d kept in contact. How serious were they? Did Mikha think that they were exclusive now? Had he slept with his best friends girlfriend? How could she do such a thing to Mikhail? He deserved better. Antonin was conscious of Mikhail blabbering on about all the owls that they had sent back and forth over the last few months and Antonin only felt his temper continue to grow. He felt his nostrils flare slightly as he tried to keep it at bay. He caught Anoushka’s gaze who cocked a brow at him, a silent question. He should his head slightly.

“Drinks!” Anoush announced seemingly out of nowhere, cutting off Mikhail as she reached across the table for the beverage list. Mikhail, unperturbed turned to flag a waiter down. His sister had always seemed to have a knack for reading his body language, he knew that there would be an awkward conversation to follow. Damn his insightful younger sister. They ordered drinks and thankfully Mikhail turned to engage Wendy in conversation. “She seems nice,” Anoushka said, nodding at Wendy with a raised brow. Antonin grunted, “Looks can be deceiving.” His sister laughed, “And you’re a pessimist. Wendy,” Anoushka said, cutting in on the conversation once again, “would you agree? That my brother is a pessimist?” Antonin tried to kick his sister under the table, “I’m sure Miss Slinkhard doesn’t care enough.”

[volchonok-dolohov]

regulus-blxck​:

“Who’s a tree now?” Regulus called with a laugh as he watched Antonin’s feet stick to the ground. In a regular duel he would use the sticking charm as a last resort, but it made him laugh to see Antonin struggle. He stood again, circling slightly to the side to avoid having the sun in his eyes, and put himself in a defensive stance. “Better?” He questioned with a bit of an eye roll.

“Marginally,” he said, not missing the slight irritation in Regulus’ eyes. He stopped in front of him, his eyes running over the other man’s form. It wasn’t bad, there were only a couple of adjustments that he needed to make like pushing his shoulders down, making him bend his knees slightly. He nodded after his was finished. “Better,” he said again.

[sammy-bryant]

Michael Trevino and Jeanine Mason as Kyle Valenti and Liz Ortecho in The CW’s Roswell, New Mexico teaser trailer. 

[wendyslinkhcrd]

@volchonok-dolohov

[volchonok-dolohov]

wendyslinkhcrd​:

Wendy was delighted to see Mikhail. Not only was she excited to meet his friends for she had entirely enjoyed getting to them at the World Cup, but she loved spending time with him on his own. They had enjoyed stimulating conversations and arguments on a number of topics from herbology to history to literature and more. Then, the nights she spent in his tent had been entirely satisfying as well. Perhaps after dinner if he did not wish to spend the whole time with his friends she invite him back to her flat. They had started talking but the environment and the excitement gave way to snogging and she was genuinely enjoying it. Yet, how horridly it had all shattered when Antonin appeared before the table. Why was he here? Did he insist on following her everywhere? Bloody hell! 

How shocked she must have looked! Wendy had not known she would see him and now he caught her snogging with someone. Yet, Mikha rose to his feet and suddenly was delighted to see Antonin as if being caught kissing Wendy was not an issue at all. They knew each other? Of course. They both had attended Durmstrang. But she had never connected the thoughts and had not expected to see him. After all he had been missing from the group at the World Cup and Mikha had never mentioned him! Wendy’s face must be a deep scarlet and it must have matched her dress. The gown she wore was a deep burgundy that suited her coloring well. The fabric both hugged and draped her form. It was the appropriate gown for such a nice restaurant. Yet, now her face must match the coloring of her gown now in her embarrassment. A loud shriek filled the dining room and Wendy watched as a beautiful woman in a tight gown and heels sped towards them. Who was coming to this dinner? Wendy had not seen her at the World Cup with Mikha. Yet, it was the act of throwing herself around Antonin that perhaps shocked Wendy the most because she could not describe the sharp pang she felt at seeing it. Perhaps she was a girlfriend. The three all knew each other and Wendy felt so terribly awkward at the prospect of this dinner. What had Mikha invited her to? “I - yes. We met at the Quidditch World Cup.” She smiled at Mikha in a way to try and collect herself once more. “I’m Wendy.” Wendy was sure she would not be surprised any more tonight, but now she was with the development of  Anoushka’s true identity. She was Antonin’s sister? It struck her then that she knew nothing about his personal life. Yet, his sister was so nice and full of life she had not seen in Antonin. 

Antonin couldn’t help but start thinking of what exactly her agenda was. Had she deduced that Mikhail was his friend? Was she now just stringing him along? Was she playing at some sick game simply because she thought that he had started playing games of his own? All these questions began to swirl through his mind as he watched the scene unfold before him. Anoushka seemed far too excited that he didn’t want to dampen the mood, but what could he do anyway? He couldn’t exactly demand that Wendy leave, he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. After all, they were all adults here, he wasn’t about to let Wendy Slinkhard ruin both his Christmases. They sat around the table, Anosuhka to his left, Mikha across from her and across from Antonin sat Wendy. Perhaps he could force Anoushka to swap with him.

“You remember Wendy, right? She’s the one-” But before he could say anything incriminating about the fact that he knew his friend had pursued Wendy at the world cup, Antonin sat straighter. “We’ve met,” he said quickly- He glanced coldly at Wendy then, “we both work at the ministry.” He could sense some shock from Mikhail, but he hoped he wouldn’t pursue it any further. Antonin was still reeling from seeing the two with their lips locked together and he wasn’t sure he would be able to take a full fledged investigation just now. Anoushka seemed to find the fact that they all knew each other fascinating and beamed around at the table, he wanted to kick her under the table but knew that she wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut. “So,” Antonin began conversationally, “you two kept in contact?” he asked, reaching for the wine list in order to give his hands something to do.

[volchonok-dolohov]

wendyslinkhcrd​:

Antonin Dolohov was someone that Wendy hoped to never see again. He had been haunting her at every turn and in each of those interactions he was simply playing with her head. She was sure of it. It all started when he followed her to the field with the horses and polocks that one day. He pretended to be her friend to her parents while she was recovering in St. Mungo’s, he showed up to protect her parents’ house from a Death Eater attack and kissed her. Finally there was the worst of it - seeing him in the night club and going home to sleep with him. Wendy loathed herself for doing that. How could she have been so stupid! Surely it was all some sick game he was playing and she was falling into it like a fool! Well, never again. Wendy vowed to steer clear of him and make sure whatever game he was playing would stop. She simply could not figure out what he was doing or why. Why protect her? Why visit her in the hospital? Why kiss and sleep with her? She was just a dirty halfblood to him and the rest of the Death Eaters. 

Some good news had come in the form of an owl. She recognized Mihka’s owl by this point since they had messaged often since their parting at the World Cup. Wendy pet the owl and gave him a treat before sending him on his way. The message was certainly a surprise though! Mihka was in town and hoped to have a dinner with her and some people he knew in England. Wendy responded right away. She’d love to see him! When the night came, she dressed for a fancier event since she knew the restaurant he had picked was quite a nice one. Wendy had been there before and enjoyed it. To her delight she discovered she was the first to arrive and could spend private moments with Mihka catching up before others were to arrive. Wendy did not know who he invited and would not begin to guess. Yet, as they spoke it was all too easy to fall into the excitement of seeing each other and it soon led to them kissing each other. Wendy remembered the feel of his lips from their nights together at the World Cup, but she enjoyed talking to him just as much as this. It felt nice and she was glad to give into the excitement of seeing him once more. Yet, it was the waiter coming back into the private room with more guests that caused them to stop. However, the sight of the new guest was one that horrified Wendy and pulled a gasp from her. Him! 

@volchonok-dolohov​

His sister and childhood best friend were in town and it was just what Antonin needed. This year he wasn’t able to go back home for Russian Christmas, he wouldn’t hunt for game with his father or listen as his mother read his fortunes for the year but Anoushka and Mikhail were bringing a piece of home with them this January instead. He was also hoping that with their arrival would come distraction, distraction from a particularly irritating small thorn in his side by the name of Wendy Slinkhard. The woman who thought that the world revolved around her and simultaneously believed that she always had all the facts. It didn’t help that sex with Wendy had been...well it had been exemplary to say the least. Over the past couple of months she’d kept on showing up in his life and seemed just as determined to never see him again each and every time. True, she amused him greatly with her adamant denial of what had passed between them. 

Antonin wore fine dark dress robes which fit in perfectly to the opulent restaurant that was no doubt his sister’s choosing. He immediately spotted the hulking form of his friend, ignoring the wait staff to instead make an immediate beeline for him. He started to smirk when he realised that he wasn’t alone, taking a moment to affirm that it indeed was not his sister who he was snogging. For the honeyed hair of the woman who he was currently locking lips with was far too golden...oddly familiar in a different way. Antonin froze in his place and knew that his eyes were bulging, he felt anger flair but he couldn’t place the origins of it. Above all he felt confused. He locked eyes with Wendy first who at least had the grace to appear shocked. Mikha finally appeared to realise that he was no longer alone and turned to face Antonin, a great big goofy grin on his face when they locked eyes. Unable to help himself, Antonin’s scowl turned instead to a grin of his own as Mikhail leapt to his feet to embrace him. So badly Antonin wanted to ask what was going on but firstly, he didn’t want to give Wendy the satisfaction. What was she playing at? They’d met at the World Cup, he knew, but they couldn’t possibly have remained in contact. Or had they? How far in were they? Antonin instead slapped his friend on the back and boomed a loud, “Merry Christmas, you oaf!” He was just about to ask about his sister before he heard a screech which caused an older lady nearby to spill wine down the front of her robes. He spun just in time to see his sister hurtling towards him in heels and a figure hugging gown, then she was in his arms. Unable to help himself, Antonin laughed and spun her around once. “Anton!” she yelled to the disapproval of the other patrons. Antonin snorted, “Nobody knows who you are here, Anoush, they’ll get you thrown out for behaving like a barn animal,” he told her in Russian. His sister only rolled her eyes and instead turned back to Wendy, who Antonin had forgotten about for just a moment. “Hello, you must be Mikha’s friend, I’m Anoushka.” Antonin cleared his throat, “My sister,” he added for clarity. 

[blackheart-1]

[sunwxlfies]

“I care what people think about me. You most of all, because if anyone does have a good reason to hate me it is you.”

[volchonok-dolohov]

@wendyslinkhcrd

[volchonok-dolohov]

wendyslinkhcrd​:

All the times they had fought had never ended in a situation like this. Wendy had never been physically restrained by him and her glare continued to alert him just how she felt. He was so bloody strong! It frustrated Wendy, but try as she might his grip on her entire body only got tighter. He needed to let her go! If he could try to declare to her that he was protecting her and her family, he needed to let her go back to her family. This was certainly the quietest Wendy had ever been with Antonin, yet her eyes communicated tenfold with him. Could he see the burning anger behind his hand? He finally released her mouth, but his hand never gave her more freedom. Instead, his large hand wrapped around her neck still pinning her between him and the wall. Wendy tried to throw her body weight against him in order to break free, but he was so bloody big. Such a stupid, stupid man! 

Wendy glared up at him and tried to truly process his words. How many times had he spoken tonight and she felt as if he were speaking through a tunnel in another language. How hard it was to grasp that he was trying to convince her that he was protecting her. “So you just happened to chance upon me after your best friend almost killed me?” Wendy finally spoke. “I can’t believe that. You didn’t leave me at St. Mungo’s! Instead you played a sick game with my mom and convinced her you were my friend! You were near my mother for days!” Wendy shook at the mere thought of all that he could have done to hurt her mother - though he never did much to her surprise even to this day. “Oh, I’m so glad there’s some honor amongst monsters.” Wendy retorted and did not fully believe him that the Death Mark that was now floating above her family’s farm would keep the other Death Eater’s away instead of calling them. “Why? Why are you doing this to me? Why do you keep following me? Why are you trying to convince me you want to protect me? Because I do not believe one word you say.” 

"Would you," he ground as he put more weight into holding her still, "stop that?" He finished, shifting again. He found his own frustration and anger begin to rise further within him as she continued to put up a fight. He was glad she'd at least stopped yelling. Antonin let out a long exhale when she forced him to think back on that night when he had found her. "It was only partly accident. Rodolphus had sent me an owl to meet him at a bar close by, I had been on my way to him when I found you. I promise I had no idea beforehand, but I did recognise the spell as one of his.” As she spoke of her mum he let out a soft exhale. “If I’m the monster you so desperately want me to be do you not think I would have done something to her if I had wanted to? I was alone with her for hours.”

Her tone was almost feverish as she continued to speak, question after question after question. It was enough to drive him crazy. Maybe it was because he was so focused on her lips which hadn’t stopped moving, or the fact that he just wanted her to shut up, but before he really knew it, his lips were crashing onto hers. Her head slammed back against the wall, it was brief but not brief enough that he wouldn’t remember how soft they were. He pulled back, a little shocked at himself, but glad that she had at least stopped talking. He released her, taking a step back as he looked away from her. “Go back to your family, Wendy. And lie low, I mean it.” He had to get back to the town too, the others would be wondering what happened to him, he needed to keep them away from the farm.

[regulus-blxck]

👌

“Dude, I’m a little drunk but I gotta tell you something. I fucking love you man. I know I complain about our training but it’s actually like the only fun thing I get to do. You’re so cool, man.”

[volchonok-dolohov]

wendyslinkhcrd​:

There were many reactions Wendy expected from Antonin for whispering the name of her attacker. Rodolphus may be a waking reminder of the endless torture she faced with him, but she knew that Antonin and Rodolphus were irrespirable. Surely he would not flinch from the name of his friend. Yet he flinched in such a visible manner that she could see it so in the dark field. Surely there would be no bad memories for Antonin of that fateful night, as she suspected he had just as much to do in the attack and the aftermath. Wendy was sure he had such good memories of finding her in that state. It was a shame that for someone so intelligent, she was so terribly wrong. 

How blinded she was by her anger and fear! To see the start of the sign over her parents would be enough to make anyone to tremble. How it all sounded like a foreign language to her though! He was trying to declare that he was trying to protect her? Never! Wendy wished to fight him, but he was as physically strong as he looked. She had even witnessed that strength first hand in the fighting rings. Yet, to have him use that strength on her was entirely another situation. Wendy’s back collided with the wall behind her and she was forced to stare up at his face while he held her in place with his body weight. Nothing separated them now, but she felt herself hyper aware of it all. Wendy broke her glare for just a moment to roll her eyes at his insult. It was as if she was saying why would he continue to haunt her if she was such a pain in his ass. No one had died that she was aware of, yet she was separated from her family now and was his prisoner. Yet, as many times as he now repeated it, Wendy still felt herself trying to catch up with what he was saying. Her glare was so steady but gave way to confusion as she tried to comprehend what he told her. 

There was a part of him that felt a little guilty, he had never restrained a woman like this before. He had always been raised to not lay a finger on his sister, despite how she might provoke him. But Antonin found he really didn’t have much of a choice and instead was glad when she instead stopped moving, apparently realising that her strength was incomparable to his. She instead resorted to using her eyes, her eyes which were currently glaring up at him. Good, scathing facial expressions was something that he could deal with quite easily.  When he was convinced that she wouldn’t scream, his hand shifted to her neck instead, still pinning her in place as if she were an opponent in the ring. He definitely wouldn’t let her leave until he was convinced that she wouldn’t do something stupid.

“Don’t you see? That night- that night I didn’t know he was going to attack you. I found you by chance, took you to St Mungo’s myself. Rod might’ve been my best friend but it’s not like we’re joined at the hip. And now? No one is going to go near your farm. They’ll think I...I killed or tortured you and your family. We don’t step on each other’s toes,” he told her with earnest. He wasn’t sure how she’d take the news, whether she’d even believe him or not but he didn’t care only if she were to heed his advice. “Lay low, tell your parents to lay low.”

[volchonok-dolohov]

wendyslinkhcrd​:

Perhaps Wendy should not have been surprised. Antonin seemed to turn up everywhere she turned. He was a ghost who haunted her and would not leave her be. Was it truly some sick and twisted game to him? Of course after involving himself in Rodolphus’ attack and her recovery she was surprised to see him wearing the robes that represented only hatred for her and others like her. Yet it hurt. It was painful to see him in the robes that struck fear into her for all they represented. He continued to haunt her and now he wore the robes proudly.

The others. How that word echoed in her mind. She could guess some of who he was referring to. “Rodolphus.” She whispered the name of the wizard who tortured her and almost killed her for only sport. “You could call Rodolphus here.” The flames of the tree flickered off her body but beneath her sweater she still bore some burn scars from Rodolphus. Yet, there was some truth to his words. If he wished to kill them all he could so easily. Yet, his words made no sense. “Doing your job…” Wendy repeated in stunned shock. His job was to hurt her and her family. But he was trying to declare he didn’t want to hurt her. Why?

They disappeared too soon for her to question and it was the flash of the Dark Lord’s mark she saw last before the air swallowed them. Wendy was trembling in fear and anger then. The mark! The mark was over her parents’ farm! “What did you do!” Wendy demanded and beat her hands against his chest. “My family! What did you do to them?” Would that sign call the other Death Eaters there? He moved quickly and Wendy wasn’t prepared for him to restrain her against him. Her breath huffed out against his hand from her nose as she glared up at him and trembled. How angry and scared she was! Though he was speaking English she felt like he was speaking a foreign language. She couldn’t comprehend what he was saying and when Wendy flared up at him, there was much confusion in her gaze.

As his name left her lips, he couldn’t help but flinch. His mind flitted back to memories of that night of finding her with those horrible burns marring her body. Rodolphus the man he had so much history with, Antonin wasn’t sure if he would have stayed in the country if it hadn’t been for the other man. Yes, he had behaved unspeakably to Wendy, but this was the same man who Antonin had spent long evenings playing exploding snap with in the Slytherin common room, or the countless times they’d raced each other around the great lake after an early morning run turned competitive. Rodolphus had been a brother to him. But what was he supposed to tell Wendy? Oh, he’s not so bad if you look past his psychotic streak? He just gets a little bored sometimes and needs to let off some steam?

He nodded at her words, although not having had the time at the farm to explain better. They needed to get somewhere quiet, somewhere nobody would be able to apparate to. The more she flailed and yelled, Antonin felt his own frustration begin to boil. Hadn’t he just explained himself? How plainly did she need him to say it. He gritted his teeth as his grip on her only tightened. “Hold still,” he gritted out, his own eyes narrowing at her angrily. She was huffing and puffing like a steam engine, Antonin held her more tightly still, taking a step forward so that he had her pushed against the wall of his living room. “Would you listen to me?” he demanded, his voice rising in anger, “you’re a real pain in the arse you know!” He let out a deep exhale as he tried to calm himself down. “The mark means somebody has been killed, maybe more than one person. Only the person who has done the murdering casts it. You tell me, miss smart pants, did you see me kill anyone tonight?” 

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While it was not entirely shocking to see Antonin here with the flames highlighting his sharp jawline. Yet, it was still as painful as anything to be face to face with him once more. Wendy had not seen Antonin since the day she woke up at St. Mungo’s and found him playing some sick twisted game of pretending to be her friend. She remembered his face floating above hers before she passed out in the alley. He could not be trusted and she quickly chased him away then. Yet, it seemed he would not leave her alone. How he haunted her again! And this time he intended to attack her and her family. “No, I know exactly what you think of me. Nothing, I am nothing to you.” She snarled. Wendy was aware she was nothing but trash to him. He had made it known just how low he thought of her muddied blood. 

Perhaps he had a point. Wendy could know by this point that Antonin was as deadly as many thought. If he wished her dead along with her mother then they would both have been in greater damage. “Then why are you running?” She demanded. It had been foolish to that perhaps he could be human before when he followed her on the job one day. Then he had been even enjoyable. Yet, clearly ti had all been an act when she woke up with him trying to manipulate her mother into thinking he was a good friend. “You’ve been lying to me the whole time! Am I just a toy to you?” Her uncle calling out was what caught her attention finally. 

Many things all happened at once. Her uncle called out and Wendy turned around to look. Antonin lunged for her. And in that instant he fired a spell into the night sky to promote the Dark Lord’s sign. All she had to see was the start to tremble before him and he grabbed her far too quickly. As soon as they landed and he released her, she pushed back harshly against his chest and beat her hands with slaps against him. “Stop! What did you just do?” She demanded and shook with anger and fear. “Leave me alone!” 

Antonin could have sworn that he saw something resembling hurt flash behind her eyes at the sight of him. He was sure she was surprised to find him here in her safe space starting fires like some kind of criminal. However, despite what she might believe he didn’t have any ill intent towards her, not really, not after his eyes had been opened that fateful night he had found her in that alley. After Rodolphus had attacked her. When she’d banished him from her hospital room, Antonin hadn’t put up a fight. It would be better that way, maybe she’d stop doing stupid things like turning up to his underground fights or provoking him with that smart mouth of hers. It was better, until tonight. He pretending to mull over her angered words, nodding slightly. “Perhaps you’re right. I ought to let the others come here themselves.” 

His dark eyes poured into hers. “You really don’t get it,” he began slowly, “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, slower still. He let out a sound of frustration, “I’m keeping them down there, in the town. If it doesn’t seem like I’ve done my job cleanly then they would come themselves.” His eyes searched hers, a little frenzied but he had to make her see. He let a slow breath out as he saw the worry in her own face. The worry she must be feeling about her family.

Still a little dizzy from apparating, he was caught unaware of the onslaught of her palms against his chest. He stumbled back. “Shh!” Without so much of a second’s thought, he grabbed one of her flailing arms with one hand while his other went to cover her mouth. Maybe coming here wasn’t a good idea, what is Rod or Regulus came knocking? “I just saved you and your family’s lives!” he shouted back, “they need proof. They needed to see fire and his mark. I volunteered to go to the farm so that they wouldn’t.”