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I do respect you! And even if I didn't, that is no reason to let that monster hurt me! I screamed your name and you didn't even care. You were the only one I thought of when I thought I was going to die.

You might as well call me a monster.

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29, 32

29: There's nothing more goddamn attractive than intelligence. Sitting down and just talking to someone...  Holding a real conversation where I don't have to talk down or simplify what I'm saying? Christ, there's nothing sexier than smart.

32: If you want honest... I don't get embarrassed. At all. I don't care enough about public opinion.

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What did you ask me? I don't even know what you're talking about! You said you would never let anyone hurt me.

Respect.

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I know the answers to 11, 22, 28, 29, 30, 31, 34 and 37: Tomo.

Unfortunately, no matter how high your opinion of yourself is, mine is the only one that matters. (:

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How can you think I don't love you? You are the one person I will always love no matter what. And honestly I always thought the same went for you.

I cleaned up every mess you made. I put down everyone that came after you. I asked you for one thing.  One little thing. And you couldn't even do that.

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WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I haven't done a thing to you! All I have done is love you and you almost let him kill me!

Get a fucking grip. You would have fainted. Not died. There's a difference. A big, it's called 'living'. If you knew even a fractional bit of information, you'd be well aware of that. As far as 'love' goes? Bullshit.

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Don't tell. I cant lose him. Please. I know I make mistakes. But I love him so much.

Alas. I can't unsend an owl.

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Amycus please....

Hm?

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Let's all stop worrying about me telling.

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 Added to Amycus Carrow's journal with the following note: Interesting.

Amycus Carrow and Tomislav Krushchev in a hallway late one night.

Taken by a lost and shocked first year who bolted the moment the picture was snapped.  Circa 1977.

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pleasure to meet you, but better to bleed || solo

Amycus sat on a stone table that seemed almost as if it had grown from the floors in the room. Like it had pushed itself up like a blade of grass, creating this rough, massive surface.  It was quiet.  This part of the castle was even more deserted than the dungeons that lay further forward.  They were abandoned rooms further into the depths of the castle than most found comfortable.  Dark and bordering on silent, filled with an strange air that left goosebumps trailing down spines.

It wasn’t hard to imagine Salazar Slytherin at the massive stone table, pouring over his work and potions and each thing he made.  But this wasn’t Salazar.  This was Amycus.  He seem feel just as privileged though.  He sat with one leg dangling off the side of the table, his other bent up with a foot against the surface.  His back pressed against the wall and he looked entirely like every fucking inch of the castle belonged to him.  Arrogance. Confidence. Whatever it was being called… he didn’t know how not to let it pour from his skin.

His mind ticked back and forth as he held a glass potions bottle up to look at, its contents coming off as a plasmatic glow.  Like golden magma or something of the sort, shifting between whites and nearly blue as it seemed to bound within the glass. His gaze was entirely captured by the bottle he stared at.   “Wouldn’t that be a way to die?” There was no one there for him to talk to but himself and that bottle.  Perhaps some wandering thought of Salazar as well.  “Drinking until there was nothing left but dust.” His lips pulled up in a smirk at the macabre idea. 

He just sat there in silence with his bottle of lightning.

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I've spent my whole life surrounded and I've spent my whole life alone I wonder why I never wonder why

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He allowed her to raise his chin, eyes idly scanning over her face while he looked back at her. "There's a popular misquote. 'I am Death, destroyer of worlds'. It was quoted by the man who created the atom bomb that dessimated Japan." He ran his tongue over his lower lip, a habit. "He bathed in guilt, which inspired his fear of himself. I have no remorse. So I have no fear. The world needs to be destroyed." He watched her lean down, keeping her gaze as she did. "And what am I, Ms. Ivanova?"

this fatal flaw of being; amycus/clara

 He didn’t even say anything. He looked down at her with an appraising gaze, contemplating her and the state of being she stood there in. His fingers brushed just above her hip so lightly, it was almost like it didn’t happen. He leaned down, his face closer to her before tipping towards her ear. His nose just barely brushed her skin and his breath left his body, hot and spilling on her neck. His voice didn’t move above a whisper. “What would I be without my secrets?”

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Amycus watched her, silent for a moment. After thinking, he moved, shifting onto his hands and knees over her, looking down at her with a serious expression, his voice going low. "I will choose who I want to care about. Regardless of what a 'person like me' is supposed to do." He gave a humorless laugh. "People like me." He just shook his head and moved away from her, laying on his back in the grass. "Of course. Because I'm soulless. I'm what you're supposed to be afraid of, right? I make the monsters under your bed look like toys." He folded his arms under his head, just staring up. "I'm exactly what daddy told you to stay away from." 

525,600: as my breath catches; Amycus/Septima

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"A good ideology. One I subscribed to when I was younger. Until I stopped being afraid of anything." Maybe it was a strength. Or maybe it was a fault.  Who could really decide? The truth of the matter was, however, that Amycus Carrow hadn't been afraid of anything in a very long time. He'd discarded that emotion with many, many others. They were useless. Unimportant. Cumbersome. He'd streamlined his way of thinking. With a small movement of his fingers, a rolling ladder wheeled its way towards them. He turned and looked at Clara. "You're not scared of me, right?" He smiled. It was borderline ironic, considering the things he'd done, and the fact that he seemed to have no conscience in sight. 

this fatal flaw of being; amycus/clara

 He didn’t even say anything. He looked down at her with an appraising gaze, contemplating her and the state of being she stood there in. His fingers brushed just above her hip so lightly, it was almost like it didn’t happen. He leaned down, his face closer to her before tipping towards her ear. His nose just barely brushed her skin and his breath left his body, hot and spilling on her neck. His voice didn’t move above a whisper. “What would I be without my secrets?”

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His eyebrows knit as he took in her expression. Amycus pushed some of her hair back with a few fingers. "Of course." 

He knit his fingers with Septima as they walked, surrounded by a small bubble of warmth...