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Kyjah, you lovely lady, 4 months and you're still here
And I've returned with some crappy characterization of a character I sort of forgot, and an even crappier reply
Let it be known that you are fantastic, or crazy for staying for a reply (B/c Micah is here? and you two are 1x1 ing - if that's the case don't mind me just giving what is due:)))
Initiation || Carrows
Alecto was completely caught off guard as she felt Amycus’s hands slide up to her wrists, grabbing her hard enough to stop her from getting away, and leaving no room for argument, but not hard enough to hurt her. She was pulled into the safety of his embrace, her heart beating painfully hard against her hallowed ribs, which she was sure would break. Her lips made contact and her whole body suddenly belonged to him. She always belonged to him, but in moments like this, she surrendered to him. His display of desire had her completely giving herself over to him, without a second thought. She kissed him back, equally as hungry, her tongue immediately meeting his, desperate to taste him, as he forced it into her mouth.
She thought for a moment that she could actually hear her heart break when he finally pulled away from her, before mentally kicking herself and reminding herself that this was not the time to pine after her older brother. It took her a moment to catch up to her breath as it seemed to have run away from her, following him before she could remember to move her legs, and leaving her behind. After a moment, she managed to start walking, following him like the loyal pet she often felt like.
"I welcome to you, the proving grounds!"
Trying to keep her disgust off her face, yet again, Alecto looked down at the mangled body. It wasn’t really the death that disgusted her, or the smell. In fact, a twisted part of her really liked both of those things, fed off them. This is what she wanted to do, she wanted to kill the liars of the Wizarding world, and hopefully knock out all the filth as a whole. What disgusted Alecto, was the fact that she was so close to a mudblood. They brought her through there, why? To frighten her? To show her what happens to those who betray the cause? To blatantly disrespect her? The more she thought about it, the less she was able to keep her nose from crinkling, her eyes hardening with distain. How dare they.
She tried to pay as much attention as she could, trying to keep her ego tucked under as she was insulted and challenged. She was better than anyone expected of her, didn’t they know that? Hadn’t she proven that? Why did everyone think that the second Carrow was just some random mistake. No one realised what she was capable of. She was unwanted.
Torn violently out of her little pity party she was throwing for herself, she felt as though her soul had been ripped in two, as she was roughly pushed out of the way of the curse. A scream echoed through the room and met Amycus’s outcries of torture. Her scream. Alecto ran forward, just as the curse stopped and pulled Amycus to her, her whole body shaking as she pushed his hair out of his face, fear for his well being coursing through her. She had just long enough to feel him, to touch him, to know that he was still alive, before she felt hands come to her and rip her away from him. She didn’t fight, she knew better than that. She was forced to her feet, and she stood there, her eyes trained on her beautiful older brother, silently checking to see if he was okay, her soul aching to touch him, and tell him everything would be alright.
Just as she thought he was going to be fine, and as she thought they would move on, let her feel it. She could handle that, Alecto had been tortured many times. She was okay. Anything but him. Anything but his pain.
More screaming, to many screams, her brother was screaming, she was screaming, the voices were screaming. And on top of that she was being asked - no, demanded - to explain her love for her brother. She shook her head, sobs erupting from her chest as she attempted to rub forward again. The same faceless hands held her back, and her struggle was powerless against the larger being. She sunk to her knees, sobbing. “AMYCUS! AMYCUS NO!”
"DO YOU LOVE HIM MORE THAN AS A BROTHER?"
A slash appeared on his cheek, blood gushing from too many parts of his body for her to find the opening, and she lost all control. “YES.” She sobbed, as she was finally released, she collapsed fully to the ground. “YES I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, PLEASE.” She felt her chest contract, her ribs tightening so much she was sure it would suffocate her. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was him, protecting him, getting to him. “PLEASE. PLEASE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. YES YES I LOVE HIM AS MORE THAN A BROTHER, I’M S-SO IN LOVE WITH HIM STOP.” She couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t think as she screamed, begging them to leave him alone. She would give them anything, anything, if they stopped hurting him. “PLEASE… He’s my whole world.”
He tasted grit on his tongue, felt a coolness on his cheek and numbness on the other. The world around him had been made hypersensitive, colours bled into one another, made more vibrant, ethereal, and fuzzy around the edges. There was no definitive point, everything was on a slant. His body jerked as crimson blossomed from fried nerves, evoking a grunt from his comatose state, he couldn't feel it yet still he made an indication that he had. There were voices, which were an echo, far off and distant, his brain barely able to process them into clarity.
PLEASE
BROTHER
STOP
HE'S MY WHOLE WORLD
Antonin stood stony faced and placid, his eyes seemed to glow against the shadow that loomed over his figure on top of the ledge, his hand on a railing. He regarded with coolly with steely eyes and turned to his companions who were beside him. They huddled into each other, spoke in low voices. The Carrows were left alone.
Amycus could not feel his feet, nor his hands and yet he could feel this dull throb where his chest was. Shame, shame, shame. Where the fuck was his nobility? Where was his fight? His head turns and he's face to face with the mudblood, the vermin laying there idly like trash and Amycus wonders if that's him.
Pureblood, dirty blood. {You're twins. One of the same.}
All he ever needed was his twin, he never stopped to think of the war. He went where his father guided him towards with his sister beside him, his crutch, his support, his life. Was that all he would ever be?
Ribcage expands slowly, a leg drags itself, he flops onto his side, an arm extended underneath, raising, raising him slowly, painfully upright. It's adrenaline that powers him, barely keeping him sane. The cruciatus is known to deteriorate the brain, eat at the gristle until everything's mixed up. That's what his head feels like, all mixed up.
Confusion contorts his face as he glances around, scrutinizing his surroundings as if he were lost but not wanting that to be known. He stops on brown hair, his expression soft and {loving?} he's about to smile but stops himself.
There's an empty look in his gaze, he frowns and glances up towards the huddled group. Amycus is surprisingly calm, despite the crimson that bleeds from him, drips from his fingers. And he doesn't seem to notice the gaping wound in the middle of his chest. The blunt of the impact that has left him feeling like a husk, that makes his tone soft and distant.
"I failed it, didn't I?"
{Kill the boy. And let the man be reborn.}
Amycus turned to his sister, his vision blurring again, misting over, wet and shiny with water. He blinks, and rubbed at his eyes. {Boy, boy, cry baby boy}
"I'm not worth the mark, am I?" His knuckles go white, and his voice inclines steadily. "I should have used a deflective spell... I should have looked out for the both of us."
{Love gets you killed, boy}
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Happy Birthday to Kyjah!
Alecto whimpered, pulling up to grab at his shirt, grabbing at the fabric and clinging to him like his life depended on it. She pulled away from him and timidly looked up at him. “I’m sorry…” She muttered.
He looked down at her, amused at her apology. "For what reason?" He asked.
Stop leaving me
It was more than he warranted but he didn't complain, he accepted eagerly, making up for lost time with a tumult of lip on lip, a hand snaking its way up to the nape of her neck and the other pulling her in closer. No words were needed, just each other; body and soul.
Alecto’s heart skipped a beat and she bit back a smile. “I always miss you…”
"Then you should be smiling right now."
In a quiet lull, he called out: “Alecto…”
Alecto’s eyes flew open and she looked to her brother. “Amycus…”
He paused for a beat, then said: "I've missed you."
In a quiet lull, he called out: "Alecto..."
I… Amycus.
You agree, then?
"Alecto, I've heard them offering your hand in marriage to some other pureblood. Here's what I think of that."
Initiation || Carrows
Alecto walked quietly next to her brother, feeling guilty for her moment of betrayal, even though it had been private, so she walked one step behind him as a sign of loyalty, so that he knew that she was his and only his. She wasn’t sure if he had caught her wording of disloyalty, but she never wanted to give him another opportunity to doubt her devotion. There was no one, and nothing not even their cause, that could take her from him. She was completely and totally his, and in this moment, walking to meet their fate, and start their life long fight, that was still the only thing that mattered to her. She was too busy wondering if he was mad at her, or if it was okay to touch him, that she didn’t even notice when he spoke the first time.
She looked around the space they were walking, careful not to show her disgust on her face, in case someone happened to be looking at her. No one could know her thoughts, that was the most important thing, only Amycus should be able to read her, and still he could only do it because she was incapable of hiding from him. She bit her lip as he spoke again, speaking his distaste. Her dark eyes snapped up to his. “Amy.. shh.” Her voice was low, even quieter than his, and filled with reprimand that she would normally never dare speak to him with. “What if someone hears you?”
She looked up at the other man, knowing that his laugh had upset Amy and that was probably why he was being so picky. After a moment of silence she reached out and took her brother’s hand, tangling it in a way that siblings should not embrace. Looking up at him she stopped them walking for a moment, having faith that Mulciber would be so wrapped up in himself that he wouldn’t even think to look back for some time. She reached up with her free hand and cupped Amycus’s face in her palm. “Hey… stop freaking out okay, I can practically feel your heartbeat.” She leaned up timidly and pressed a very small kiss to his lips, not wanting to bring forth his anger so close to the ceremony, so she pulled away quickly.
Looking up at him with dark, reassuring eyes she smiled slightly, shoving away all of her doubts and worries in order to make sure he felt safe next to her. This wasn’t a role she was used to playing with him, usually taking the backseat, letting him control her, doing as she was told, he was her master and that’s how she liked it. But in a situation like this, he clearly needed her support and love, and since she thought she could handle this, she didn’t need him to be as strong as she usually did. “Do you know how much I love you?” She asked, her voice thick with emotion as she realised that this could be one of their last private moments together. After this they would be competitors, even if they would both put the other ahead of them, they were still fighting for something.
And love was thought of as weakness. She knew that. She knew that the DE’s would do everything they could to break the twins up, so she would take this very small moment and milk it for everything she could. “I love you so m…” She choked on her words, looking up into his face as tears threatened to fight their way to her eyes. “much…” She took a deep breath, glancing over at Mulciber to check that he wasn’t looking at them and then turned back to Amycus. “I think that we will take what they give us and we won’t complain… even… even if that means separating or fighting each other, okay?” She leaned up, kissing him once again, this time a little less timidly, putting all over her emotion and threatened tears into his lips.
Pulling away from him once again she smiled as a tear escaped and rolled down her face. “You’re going to be okay, that’s what I make of this, brother. I’ll make sure you’re okay.” She squeezed his hand as she finished speaking, turning away and pulling him gently to start walking again, too many emotions rushing through her… she didn’t want to see his face after those words, knowing full well that he would pick up on her meaning. If one of us is killed. It won’t be you.
Her reprimand earned her a strange look as he glanced from her to Mulciber and a look of amusement crossed over his face. "Mulciber? The worst we'd have to suffer through is his lame ass jokes and half assed threats." His pitch was rising, confidence flooding his entire self with each step he took towards their initiation. Pointedly, he stared right at the back of the blonds head.
His path was cut off and he was taken aback, he stopped himself from taking a step back when a cool hand was placed against his cheek. There was comfort and reassurance in that small gesture, only it was magnified and tenfold for and he leaned into it. And when she leaned up to kiss him, he gladly accepted it. There was an explicit thrill to be found when he and his sister displayed their love like this outside, it was always inside and he did enjoy those moments as well but he wanted everyone to see, to know that she belonged to him and him alone. It could never end like that, he knew.
Her voice was thick with fevered passion and he could see the tears watering her brown eyes. He gazed knowingly into them and did not say anything because if he did, she would continue to delve into the hysterics of her heart and mind, the one place he never could figure out but acted otherwise. It wasn't the fact that he was scared for what lay near them but he was scared for her, he was responsible for her well being and whatever lay ahead them made him apprehensive and wary. Amycus had to cling onto the confidence from before and hold on tight, for what was more shameful for him was the act of weakness in front of his sister than the PDA. He took hold of her hands and squeezed them comfortingly, letting her kiss him again. She had to be feeling the same apprehension for the forewarned separation of them. And he was the one being the fucking pussy.
Amycus didn't let her get away from him, he grabbed both of her wrists and pulled her into him again. A deep and hungry kiss, his tongue forcing way between her lips and his hands pushing her closer into him. He was always hungry for her. He had to find the will to pull himself away from her, and he continued the trek with not another word said.
"I welcome to you, the proving grounds!"
They had walked for quite some way and Mulciber opened yet another door which creaked in protest. There was a pit in the center, ringed by wooden stands for what was meant to hold a bigger audience but were instead sparsely filled with only a few DE's clustered in some spots. Mulciber spread an arm towards the direction he wanted them to go and smiled at them both, he knew it was not meant with good intent. He descended downwards into the pit and stopped in the middle of it. Amycus noticed dried blood near where he stood, the smell came later, the sickly, sweet smell of death fragranced the air around them. He did not have to look very far to find the source of it, she lay naked in the corner, adorned with red slashes everywhere except the face. Her dead, glazed eyes looked straight at the two.
"That's Mrs. Astor, the servant of Malfoy. She had been lucky to live this long as a supposed half blood. She was a mud blood, proved to us by her treasonous acts of feeding the order progress and reports only seen by our eyes."
The cold, booming voice of Antonin Dolohov rung clear throughout the room. Beside him stood Mulciber, his features darkened and a there was a glint in his eye that made him narrow his and stand a bit taller. "She is an example of what will happen to you two if the consequences of our actions prove ... Too much."
"And that was only done through one lesson. Wonder if you can make it past that."
"Mulciber."
"Right. First lesson is, the Dark Arts. It may seem small but each and every cloaked murderer in this room has went beyond the books, with our help."
His gaze stopped on one figure who had a small smile beneath the half metal mask. It was all too familiar.
"To fully grasp it is too experience it."
The smiling figures wand was out first and pointed directly at his sister. He acted faster, pushing her out of it's aim and putting himself in it.
He crumpled onto his knees and screamed in tormented agony.
"You're loyalty does not lie with your sister."
Antonin's voice rung clear and true, pointedly looking in Alecto's direction. "Don't touch the girl. Not yet."
"Whatever you say, Dolohov."
"Amycus is trained warrior for this war. Disciplined, and without question. LOOK AT WHAT YOU DO TO HIM," Antonin pointed his wand at her but the cast of the crucio hit Amycus. Every other Death Eater followed suit. The room was alight with green and Amycus's torment.
"TELL ME TRUE, DO YOU LOVE HIM MORE THAN AS A BROTHER?" His wand dropped but the challenging look was not, a cruel smile tugged at his lips. He turned sharply and nodded his head at Severus who than casted a spell of his own. Amycus felt his chest and abdomen open and burn, as did his cheek. He fell onto his side and gave out a cry. There was pain, such terrible pain in that cry that came from deep within him. Amycus was sure he could feel tears but he did not succumb to it fully. No. He couldn't, not when she was looking.
Initiation || Carrows
Alecto winked, slowly taking a step closer to her brother - though she never took her eyes off the blonde man- and intertwining their fingers together subtly. She didn’t want anyone to see, and the last thing she needed was another joke from Mulciber but she needed the strength of her brother’s grasp at this moment. “I would never, Mulci bear.” She glanced quickly up at Amycus, giving his hand a light squeeze, she wanted him to know how much she loved him, how deep her devotion ran, she wanted to tell him that she was sorry she was late, she had missed him so much, she wanted to tell him that if they were alone she would hold herself as close to him as she could, and their hug would not have broken so soon. She wanted to tell him everything, instead Alecto looked back at the older man, smiling cheekily back at his banter with her older brother. She nodded knowingly as he told her that Amycus was obsessed with him. “Is that so? And here I thought his obsession was aimed somewhere else.” She bit her lip, glancing down quickly and blushing at her own comment.
Mulciber’s next words hit her harder than they should have, and she separated from Amycus, taking a step towards the blonde. “Is that so?” She tried to keep her tone light, to keep the effect that his words had had on her, out of her voice. But she felt horrible for stepping away from her brother, he had done nothing wrong. She just… didn’t like the jokes. Alecto was grateful for the interruption, her mind was already trained on the task ahead as it was, the flirting a mere formality, a way to ensure she kept Mulciber on her side, if she ever needed anything. She nodded and waited for the men to start walking, not fancying the idea of walking ahead of Mulciber, knowing that comments and lude remarks would be thrown her way.
Alecto had been conditioned from the moment she was born, kept silent in many situations and forced into submission by her father. She knew what obedience was, and she knew what loyalty was. And while, her brother always. Always. Came first. Above everything. This was her cause, it was what mattered to her more than anything besides him. Finally she caught up to her brother, rolling her eyes and giving him a look that she saved only for his gaze. She raised an eyebrow and lowered her voice to a husky whisper. “Brother, it would not be you, out of the two of us getting the spotlight.” She looked up at him with big eyes that shown bright in the darkness, her brown orbs speaking more than any words she could ever utter. “My talent comes out of nowhere. You’re exactly where you’re expected to be.”
She spoke truth, people did not expect her darkness, no one expected the cruciatus curse from the small and quiet Carrow girl. Not unless they knew her, which many people now did. But she still got a lot of attention for her cruelty, and she knew that when she spoke, she spoke the truth. But she also knew that, unlike her brother, she would never take anything from him. Alecto wanted to be in the good graces for the Dark Lord, but she wanted to do it under her brother’s hand. She wanted to reach the top, with him, beside him, below him, if she had to. She didn’t care how she got there, or who she had to submit to or over power. She wanted to get there with him.
When they finally reached their destination, an accusatory question was shot at the twins, and she knew the answer immediately. She was confident in her ability to get better. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, her brother shot another sarcastic comment at the man. She shut her mouth and remained silent, letting him speak for them both as she so often did. When it came to the twins, Alecto was very much the submissive one, she wanted - above all else - to please him, to make him happy, and the last thing she would do is interrupt him or shame him in front of a friend. But that was outwardly, she knew he was devoted as well, loved her as well. He just didn’t love her… quite as much.
When Mulciber faced them, Alecto immediately understood that the relationship was to be addressed differently from this point on. Tonight, now, he was no longer the annoying friend of her older brother’s who made rude comments and hit on her, now he was her superior, and as he said, he had the ability to punish any disloyalties she showed. She bowed her head just enough to show compliance, she didn’t look at her brother, but knowing him she doubted that he would catch on quite as fast. She nodded her head respectfully when he was finished speaking, knowing exactly what was expected of her. If there was one thing Alecto understood, it was the power of a dark witch or wizard, and being at the end of another person’s wand was something she wanted to avoid as much as she could. “We understand sir. We are faithful… This is our cause and…” She looked up at her brother for a moment, suddenly all her loyalty drained. She could get to the top without him, couldn’t she? She could let herself fight against him and then pull him up with her later. She could… right? “There is nothing I am more dedicated to, sir.” She looked at Mulciber in her eyes for a moment before casting them down again. She wanted him to know she was not being cheeky. She wanted this more than anything in the world… Except Amycus.
The truths were spoken from his sister. She knew the machinations of his being, and so did he of her. Although, barely. She went through life with razor blades on her heels and a soft tongue, so you were hardly given the notion that she was doing more harm than good. She was destructive, enigmatic and so enticingly beautiful. Dangerous to love. Which was why he pledged his body, soul and mind to her; In her he built his altar. "Not yet, sister." They both had barely scratched the surface of their pursuits and he wouldn't stop until he saw her where she should be. At the top of this monarchy.
They stopped in front the warehouse door and what was once was was no longer, however that did not stop him from saying his piece and then letting him take the reins. “It’s not about brawn. It’s about loyalty and dedication. All I’m saying is you better not fucking chicken out or I’ll be the one who prolongs the consequences of your faithlessness.” A forewarned end to actions that would no doubt be the ones he would take. He cast his eyes downward and let his sister speak a truth that he did not want to hear, even thinking of something else did not help, it still echoed in his mind. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind, breathing in deep, clarity. Now was not the time to be a child, least of all in front the one person who was more or less the dubbed executioner. "We won't disappoint." He balled his fists and steeled himself. "You won't find a more loyal person dedicated to this."
The seriousness of the situation dissolved into laughter, from Mulciber himself. "Relax, Mimi. You've got bigger fish to impress than lil old me." He opened the steel door, it creaked and groaned, shaking rust off its hinges and sending nearby birds to flight. "I'm just the messenger."
Mulciber lead the way and Amycus followed suit, slowing his pace so he was side by side with his sister. His laugh stung his pride but he didn't let it show, it was just off putting. He seemed like he did not believe the words from him, unlike his sister who he cast a glance in response. Either he saw something he didn't or he was an ass. Always an asshole. "What do you make of all this?" He asked her as quiet as he could.
Amycus observed the dank, dismal area they were walking in. Puddles of rain water pooled beneath their feet and it smelt like the underside of something that had died. Rats scurried off into the direction they were head and he wrinkled his nose. "I don't like this. I figured they'd have us fight at the base, not here." Amycus knew the DE had bases everywhere but they were hardly used, now that they were closing in on Ministry and their doomed little Order.
"What do you make of all this, sister?"
