heart bound in silver,

roman yaxley, prefect, slytherin, beater. xvii.

[dcphne-blog]

—- “save the NICETIES for when we’re before our parents, yaxley,” she retorted, blinking plainly at him beneath glazed eyes. she accepted the joint, toking twice again. daphne’s release added to the plume of smoke already dancing between them. “i’d much prefer honesty over playing polite. we do e n o u g h of that bleak boring shit in front of everyone else.” she offered the joint out again. 

[ycxleys-blog]

roman snorted, a shrug dancing on his shoulders as his eyes roamed to the ceiling. ❝some habits are hard to BREAK.❞ the cloud of smoke nestled between their two bodies fumed his vision, yet his eyes didn’t close. ❝very well. cut the bullshit  s t r a i g h t , right?❞ a pause lingered in his voice as he reached for the joint, smoke popping into the air with each word he spoke, silently handing it back to her. ❝my arse fucking stings.❞

[fulgcra-blog]

“Well, it’s always a blessing to know that there’s someone in this world who’s worse than I am. Don’t you, now? What was it that you said? That it’s the only thing that makes us feel alive? Sounds like you do get off on it.”

[ycxleys-blog]

❝oh, and do you get off on that? less than regrettable wording isn’t leeway to fact, cassius, do remember that. maybe next time you’ll be the one with a wand to his throat.❞ roman chuckled, a shrug lining his shoulders. ❝nevertheless, i’d still like to make it  Q U I T E  clear i do  NOT  get off on quidditch. it’s an adrenaline pumping game, is all.❞

[dcphne-blog]

—- “if  I’M  the best you’ve got for company… ?” daphne snorted. she flicked out her purse and produced from it a small tin box. a joint sat snug there, before she collected and lit it up. the slytherin took a long drag, held for a moment, and exhaled. she extended the joint toward yaxley.“——— then fuck me, do i feel b a d for you.” 

[ycxleys-blog]

❝it’s called being  P O L I T E  , greengrass.❞ he took the offered joint and lifted it to his lips, feeling the general lump of dread thin in his gut as it made its exit along with his remaining breath. ❝i won’t hold it against you for not recognizing the tribute of manners.❞ a scoff trailed out through his throat, an almost bitter-like smile shaping the air passing through it as he handed the joint back to the slytherin.  m a n n e r s . . .  how laughable in a situation as theirs, smoking in the corner of the deserted dungeons.

[hestiacvrrow]

Hestia was already heading towards the door when his words stopped her. Turning around to face him instead of leaving, she crossed her arms. “Right, because that’s for you to decide,” Hestia replied, narrowing her eyes. “I’ve got nothing more to say to you, so I don’t see why we should drag this out. Best to just save us both the headache and cut this short.“

[ycxleys-blog]

a short scoff left his lips, rough and not at all kind on the ears. ❝i’m not the QUITTER here, carrow. tell me, if you’re so adamant on suggesting the absolute shite you’re spewing as fact, fucking prove me wrong.❞

[unknxtted-blog]

“No love, Roman. Absolutely no love. Did you suddenly become a poet or something? Merlin!”

[ycxleys-blog]

❝salazar, theo, it’s almost as if you don’t like the notion of love.❞

[unknxtted-blog]

“I do have a reputation, you know? I’m awfully surprised with this turn of events.”

[ycxleys-blog]

❝oh, does poor little you need a little coddling?❞

[disillusicned-blog]

“Then invest in a blanket, Yaxley. Or bloody snakeskins for all I care.”

[ycxleys-blog]

❝a man can only do so much with your night terrors wreaking havoc in the middle of the bloody a.m’s. invest a silencing charm.❞

[tddylvpn-blog]

“–about what exactly?”

[ycxleys-blog]

❝oh, nothing qiu, just that it’s almost as if your seeker abilities are nearly decent now. i think the emotion i’m searching for is p r i d e ?❞

[gryffindromilda-blog]

“It’s never too early for a healthy dose of reality, Yaxley. Best to be prepared.”

[ycxleys-blog]

❝and what says YOU’RE the one qualified to harp about this  r e a l i t y  delusion?❞

[dcphne-blog]

—- “W H Y do that when i could get you high instead, and you can avoid the head ache in the morning?”

[ycxleys-blog]

❝you’ve got me there, greengrass. after all, who’s better company than you, eh?❞

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“Perhaps you just weren’t coherent enough, Yaxley. Try communicating better next time.”

[ycxleys-blog]

❝ignorance is a petty game to play, parkinson, and you certainly aren’t  p e t t y.❞

[fulgcra-blog]

“And I thought I was bad, Yaxley. Didn’t know you got off by smashing people’s heads with bludgers.”

[ycxleys-blog]

❝don’t tell me humanity finally snuck into your heart, has it? besides, i don’t get off on it, you fucking twat.❞

[gryffindromilda-blog]

❝The worst things in life come free to us.❞ @ycxleys

[ycxleys-blog]

❝salazar, carrow, it’s only fucking midday, don’t start spouting shite on me yet.❞

[vatipatil]

❝Bring a lemon and a bottle of gin.❞ @ycxleys

[ycxleys-blog]

❝oh, and what’ll my THANK YOU be?❞

[unknxtted-blog]

❝I wasn’t looking for a promise or commitment.❞  @ycxleys

[ycxleys-blog]

❝oh, of course not. only a fool would expect such out of theodore nott.❞

[pvrkinsons-blog]

❝Tell me if i’m wrong; Tell me if I’m right.❞ @ycxleys

[ycxleys-blog]

❝i have, parkinson, it’s not my bloody fault if you REFUSE to catch on to the former.❞

[maricttas-blog]

—- “maybe usually. but consider me SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCES. most students here have a  v e s t e d  interest in pretending i don’t exist.” 

[ycxleys-blog]

❝SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCES, believe it or not, make no difference to my ears, and seeing as i’m the only one bothering with you, it’s more than apparent it does nothing for the “most students” you’re so concerned with, either. nevertheless, dear marietta, i applaud your insistence on sufficiently  a n n o y i n g  everyone around you.❞