#&& convos. caradoc

[petrificusx]

setting: the leaky cauldron, late evening featuring: caradoc dearborn & melis marangoz @pcnsieves

Caradoc had needed something so much stronger, but was instead smoldering over a Butterbeer and not his usual glass of Ogden’s. Not since that night. He was trying desperately to not let his thoughts wander to that fateful night, and how it turned the butterscotch drink to ash on his tongue. The guard. The body. The blood. Enemies of the Heir Beware. He shivered at the memories his mind constantly replayed, forcing him to dwell and analyze every detail of the scene that had played out before him, as if he’d find some hidden clue he missed and he could somehow make it all better. Do something right for once. He was supposed to be so much stronger, smarter, braver, better than this. Maybe the reality was that he was much more useless than he thought. When he’d felt a presence slip into the stool beside him, Cary was mid sip and frowning against the glass. “Look, I’m not really in the mood for socia—” But he paused when he turned his head and met Melis’s gaze. “Oh,” Cary said, instantly dropping eye contact. “Hey.” It was a hushed greeting, not his usual winsome and jovial way of talking. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so…” Grouchy, maybe? She was the one person who he figured was feeling the way he had been since that night, so he knew he needn’t be so reticent with her. “How have you been holding up? Have you been okay, since…?” He hadn’t, and hard as he tried he just couldn’t hide it.

[reveliios]

❝  sand  in  every  crevice  ?  you're  gonna  be  as  soft  as  a  baby's  bottom  with  all  that  free  exfoliation.  ❞  it  was  a  way  to  make  light  of  the  entire  situation  at  hand,  even  the  one  cary  is  coming  down  from  in  egypt.  shawna  leans  against  the  bar,  twisting  the  rag  in  her  hands  as  she  considers  his  words.  ❝  since  ?  ❞  she  echoes  with  a  short  huff.  ❝  dearborn,  this  place  has  been  drowning  itself  long  before  i  got  here.  ❞  her  gaze  flicks  across  the  room,  to  the  clusters  of  people  drinking  like  it  might  make  them  forget.  ❝  but  yeah,  ❞  she  adds  after  a  beat.  ❝  been  worse  lately.  some  won’t  shut  up  about  it,  others  won’t  say  a  word.  either  way,  they  end  up  here.  ❞  she  shrugs,  like  that’s  all  there  is  to  it.  she  grabs  another  glass,  fills  it  with  water,  and  slides  it  next  to  his  pumpkin  juice.  after  time  in  egypt,  she  was  sure  the  other  wix  was  also  a  bit  dehydrated.  ❝  you  need  anything  else  ?  i  am  great  at  changing  topics  —  just  give  me  a  second  and  i  will  be  yapping  your  ear  off.  ❞  her  tone  is  softer  now,  less  teasing,  but  she  doesn’t  push.

Cary snorted at her comment, giving up on shaking all the sand off of him. He’d have to stop home for a shower before heading to the farm at this rate. “More like a desert,” he replied, trying to meet her attempts at levity between sips of his drink. “Egypt. And possibly the most cursed vaults in all the world. But the curses aren’t even the worst of it — it’s the damned sand. It’s perfectly unavoidable — I think every crevice in my body is filled with bloody sand. It’s maddening.” And it was a better place to focus his feelings it seemed. Complain about sand, and avoid talking about the dead body you found. Seemed a good way to go. Almost everyone knew that he was one of the two people to actually find the scene of the crime, and he felt fortunate that he wasn’t being asked a lot about it. Cary didn’t want to talk about it. He just needed this to pass, needed his emotions to right themselves. Once he stopped caring so damn much about everything… stopped feeling so damn responsible. He rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on with the thoughts. “Mhm,” he hummed in agreement to her words, pausing to look up at her when she turned it on him. “I’m just thirsty,” he quipped, taking a gulp of pumpkin juice instead of his preferred whiskey. “….and I think I’d just like to feel what I have to feel for a while, and not drown it out,” he added quietly, mirroring her words. He didn’t want to discuss it, but there was a certain relationship between patron and barkeep at your favored pub that seemed to mean he couldn’t avoid speaking the truth entirely. “Have you had a lot of patrons getting sloppy since?” He asked curiously, trying to divert the topic from himself.

[petrificusx]

event 002. - choose your own adventure

featuring: caradoc dearborn & open !

“I don’t know about you,” Cary started in a low and slow drawl, leaning on his elbow against a table set at the perimeter of the room, “But I am so bored. You’d think with how much they clearly spent on this whole thing they’d have sprung for better entertainment.” He chuckled as he glanced out at the crowd. “Do you wonder what half of them are even talking about?” He pointed discreetly at an elderly pair several yards away, animatedly in conversation though their words couldn’t be heard at this distance. “Take those two — what do you think they’re talking about?” Caradoc leaned even closer to his companion then, lips ghosting by their ear as he whispered, “Because I think they’re secret lovers but old handlebar mustache there just found out he’s been two timed by fancy hat. Why else would he be so red in the face?” Cary’s eyes twinkled mischievously as they danced between the old man with a tomato colored face and impressively curled mustache and the hat wearing individual he was engaged in conversation with, then back to Cary’s own fellow eavesdropping companion.

featuring: yun jae-won & open !

Jae hadn’t meant to spill the remains of their wine on another party goer. It was the purest of accidents, brought on by a drunken klutz who had tripped on another guest’s dress train and haphazardly waved their arms about while seeking balance, thus knocking the drink right out of the vampire’s hand and onto the nice dress robes of the person passing them by at the most opportune moment. “I mean it, I’m really sorry,” he said, grabbing whatever cocktail napkins were within reach and offering them to the one in soiled dress robes. “I swear, it was an accident, it all happened so fast.” Standing taller, they frowned at the other, trying to asses the fabric for any potential damage. “That doesn’t stain easily does it?” They then reached into their jacket to pull out their wand. “If you trust my spellcasting, I know a charm that will fix it right up.” They felt awful, were willing to do whatever was necessary to right this wrong. “I could also pay for it?” He offered quietly, wand still in hand. Jae hoped they didn’t take the offer — the dress robes looked expensive, definitely more than he could afford.

featuring: ted tonks & open !

“I suppose it is kind of fortunate that you’re surrounded by healers,” Ted laughed as he pulled out the small first aid kit he always had strapped onto his belt when in uniform. He had thought initially that he should leave it behind when heading up to the new ward for the party, but he had a nagging feeling that he needed to keep a hold of it. It was small, not too bulky, and mostly consisted of tiny gulp sized portions of potions in small glass bottles, a roll of bandage with smiley faces printed across it, and small tins of healing salves. Things that could be used for smaller and more general healing practices. When he saw the stumble, heard the shatter of glass, he was quick to rush to the guest’s side, assuring everyone surrounding them that he was a licensed healer and would be able to help them. “How does that feel?” He asked, after administering medicine. He was putting his kit away, then taking his wand out from his St. Mungo’s issued holster so he could use a quick cleaning charm on the glass and spilled drink. Once that was taken care of, Ted pulled out a lollipop from his pocket, offering it to the patient. “Drinks are fun and all, but maybe we should take a little sucker break, hm?”

featuring: corban yaxley & open !

Corban was heading back inside after a much needed smoke break, waving his wand over himself to dispel the smell of nicotine clutching his dress robes as he crossed the foyer of St. Mungo’s. His heels clicked rhythmically against the linoleum floor, his speedy pace and long gait taking him towards the lift within moments. The doors were closing in as he stumbled closer, holding out a hand and calling, “Stop the lift!” Whether because his arm slipped between the closing doors, or the person on the other side magicked them to stop, the elevator doors slid back open, allowing him to cross inside. “Thank you,” he said in a huff, stepping inside. “I take it you’re heading up to the Blishwick Wing as well?” Both passengers settled within, and the lift had begun its ascent… only to come to a random stop between floors with a horrible screech. “….Well that doesn’t sound good,” Corban muttered, digging back into his robes to pull out his wand. “You’d think after spending all that money on the new ward, they’d ensure this elevator worked.” He sighed, turning towards the other stuck in this predicament with him. “I figure if it’s broken reparo ought to work, but just in case do you have any other charms in mind?

[beansidhes]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  the lion & the snitch pub, horizont alley  !

barwork, as the age old saying goes, wasn’t much ; but it was honest work. healing was only really considered a transferrable skill if she had the appropriate documentation to practice in muggle london - which in her circumstance was difficult to come by - or a wand to make use of what she had been taught during her first war years at st mungo’s. returning to the wixen world was not a decision that they had made lightly but for mary, actually rejoining it, accepting a place within it, was another story altogether. she’d made plenty of promises to caradoc over the past year about appointments at ollivanders to solve the main issue and letters written for jobs at the hospital, and these white lies were remarkably easy and totally unsustainable, in the long run. she knew it was only a matter of time before something or someone prompted her further, so she made sure to appreciate the hours spent behind the bar. working at the heart of wixen london while remaining so firmly off the beaten track was a nice middleground - one foot in, one foot out, still with the freedom to leave at any time. it kept her busy and taught her plenty, and mary was in no rush to change that and so makes herself inexpendable as the best barmaid she can be, moving to action before she’s ever even called upon. “can i get you a top up, pet?” she asks with a friendly smile, wiping away a spill from the surface of the bar with the rag that she’s carrying. “or anything for the road?” 

[macdonaldtms]

mary macdonald tag dump ! 

[petrificusx]

Cary couldn’t help the smile at James’s grumbles, once more squeezing his fellow order member’s arm. “When you’re my age,” a reference to the eleven or so year difference between them, “You will find that you become rather boring and sensible. And you’ll have to be — once I start regressing in maturity, I will need you to set me straight.” A promise that even in a decade, they should still remain friends. Cary had hoped for the best outcome out of everything, even as things seemed hopeless and scary. He had high hopes that the Order could prevent anything worse from happening, even after the display at Hogsmeade. He had high hopes that he would turn out alright, that he’d have that ridiculously big family and live out a happy life somewhere like he’d always dreamed. It would happen, Cary was sure of it, and he was sure that somewhere in that future his brotherly relationship with the young Auror would persist. It had to.

A hearty belly laugh escaped him at James’s words, shaking his head defiantly. “Oh is that so? I fear we’re going to have to settle these alternate reality what ifs with an actual game now. And don’t worry — I’ll give you lots of pointers after I positively end you on the pitch.” They were back to good natured banter, which had Cary beaming. Things could be so dour and stressful during wartimes — he didn’t want that to affect his fellow order members too much. When things truly felt lost or hopeless, it was then that Cary felt cheerfulness needed to persist. What was braver than smiling in the face of darkest adversity? He snorted at James’s question, revealing his own broom leaning against the other’s stoop on the outside. “I realize apparition is a thing, and quite handy, but why would I bother when we have these wonders?” He whistled at James’s model, a step up from his own. “Yours is giving mine a bit of envy. Perhaps I need to step into Spintwitches and upgrade,” he lamented.

Sheepish smile replaced the warmth on his face, thinking for a second he heard James’s own stomach agreeing with his request. Then again, the kind of pent up frustration James was dealing with lended itself well to heavy appetites, and Cary thought nothing was a better cure than a warm meal. “In that case, you have my undivided attention for the evening,” he replied, stepping outside and straddling his broom. “Shall we? Lead the way, oh Captain my Captain.” Cary gave him an exaggerated salute and bow as he lifted off on his broom, hovering just a bit and waiting to be off. “Try not to be jealous of how wickedly good I look with wind tousled hair once we land,” he called over his shoulder, keeping up the lighthearted banter as much as he could given what lay in the air.

Everything Caradoc says is completely reasonable, of course, it’s just difficult for James to swallow. He’s always been so easily swept along by his feelings, his recklessness typically born of passion rather than anything else. If he cares about something, he takes it into his heart and lets it grow roots there - it becomes part of him, for better or worse. This cause is his cause now, as inseparable from his soul as his love for Lily, his devotion to his friends, and his loyalty to Gryffindor house and its ideals. He chose to fight, and he’s going to give it everything he’s got until it’s over, or there’s nothing left. “Merlin, you’re being so sensible," James grumbles, "I hate that." But, deep down, he knows that Cary is right.

It’s easier to let Caradoc tease him, to lean into the familiar pattern of friendly banter in a bid to keep his mind from racing. "Ah, we'd never have been rivals, Cary," James begins, innocently enough, "Not when my team would so thoroughly trounce yours at every fixture!" He grins then, bumping his friend’s shoulder as he leaves the kitchen to dig his prized Nimbus 1900 out of the hall cupboard, “Did you bring your broom, mate? Or did you want to borrow one of mine?”

At the mention of food, James's stomach protests with a loud grumble - the cauldron cake he'd eaten at the festival suddenly seems like it happened a lifetime ago, and possibly to somebody else. "Fine, fine, we'll stop for food on the way. There’re plenty of muggle pubs out in the countryside,” And the more he thinks about it, the more the idea of chunky chips and some sort of pie starts to appeal.

[ofcigarettes]

— ¿No se supone que deberían estar con sus esposas? —Preguntó mientras alternaba la mirada entre Danny y Michael, que mágicamente se encontraban a su lado aunque se trataba de San Valentín—. Tú no, tú estás solo —apuntó a Ivan, para después soltar una risa por lo bajo. Bebió de su vaso de whisky, observando a su alrededor—. Es el día del amor, ¿no? Deberían dejarnos aquí en nuestra imagen de solteros fracasados —comentó burlón, haciendo gracia de la percepción general de la gente: Si no tenías una relación habías fallado prácticamente en la vida. 

*     𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 @mikabones​, @the-raven-guy​ & @dannythewriterr.

[amos-depulso]

where: 6th Year Male Hufflepuff Dormitory when: January 9, 1978 who: Amos Diggory and Caradoc Dearborn ( @docdearbvrn​ )

Amos laid down on his bed in an empty dorm room while he just stared at the ceiling. They have only been to Hogwarts for a few days and yet there was already a lot of things to unpack. There were rumors that with Potter, Lupin, Black, and Pettigrew missing, they’ve actually taken by the Ministry for being the culprits to all of last year’s fiasco. And right now, he didn’t know what to believe. All he could think was with Potter out of the picture. What will happen to the Quidditch matches? Will Gryffindor simply look for a new captain or will they forfeit?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Amos didn’t even bother to sit up, thinking that it was just one of his dormmates when he heard a cat’s meow. “Miles!” Amos sat up and greeted his pet first, as customary with all animal owners. The cat lept towards the floor and ran up to his bed. Only then did Amos turn to the one who brought his cat. “Hey, Doc. You okay?”

[dorcasdoemeadowes]

“la naturaleza es hermosa y terrorífica.”

— Sí... Ese árbol nos va a caer encima —anunció con una sonrisa incómoda, observando como la madera se mecía, el árbol cercano a derrumbarse por la tormenta que caía sobre la ciudad esa tarde. Probablemente terminaría impactándose contra el techo en el cual se resguardaban. ( @cardearborn )

[petrificusx]

Cary’s bemused smile returned, watching the witch oh so carefully. It was rather clear to him that she was haughty, as was expected given her initial commentary on his supposed roving glance. This indicated to him she was likely some sort of pureblood society dame, and if he had been correct then nothing was more amusing than this potential pure heiress joining him on a walk to Spintwitches. Whatever could she be up to in that vicinity? Cary wasn’t sure, mostly because he forgot the neighboring businesses. He also didn’t particularly care. If his assumptions were correct, she was playing a role, putting on a facade of the perfect and courteous young lady, which wasn’t entirely true of anyone in his experience. People could be nice, but never perfectly courteous. Who had the energy? “I do say,” he quipped, almost being purposefully annoying, eyebrows raising at her invitation before nodding. “Sure, why not. How nice of you.” He grinned, still maintaining that godawful eye contact. Because he had been staring, remember?

Falling into step beside her, Caradoc slowed his long and casual stride to keep in pace with her, this time letting his eyes travel about as he took in Hogsmeade. His adolescent haunt, memories painted the cobbled ways, shadows of his youth and trips spent with friends darkening the buildings. He could almost smile fondly at the thoughts, but he chose not to dwell too far on them. Hogsmeade was also the sight of that recent event, and as Cary glanced around, he couldn’t help but wonder what clues lay hidden and untouched as they walked along. If only the stones could talk. What stories they could tell. That’s when his companion — who he almost entirely forgot about — spoke up, causing Cary to lazily turn his head in her direction. “Nosy, aren’t we?” He commented with a lilting voice, evident teasing. “Brooms, quidditch things, the like,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Dearborn,” he replied, “Except Mr. Dearborn is my father. I go by Cary. And you, miss…?” His mind began scrambling through all those fancy pureblood names he had heard in the halls of Hogwarts, wondering which noble house she likely belonged to. Except he forgot all the names and in his mind simply gave her the moniker Miss Haughty Toddy.

the youngest malfoy was unsure what she had said or done to make this complete stranger think it was okay to unload his incredibly boring and lengthy backstory on her. merlin help her, did she actually look like someone who cared? she could not give a rats ass if this man had last been in hogsmeade two days ago, or if he had never visited prior to this moment. and yet, he seemed to think that bit of information was crucial to whatever happened next. while her instincts told her to shush him and walk away, she knew having any more of an attitude could be damning to her reputation. she had already been snappy, and that's not how she was to act in public.

she had almost zoned out as he droned on, until his words seem to be even lost to himself and she finally spoke. "spintwitches, you say?" she did not bother to apologize, although she did recognize it would be best to make up for her unbecoming behavior. "i was headed that way, i can walk with you." she wasn't. he didn't need to know that.

without saying anything further, she began to walk towards the shop in question, regardless of if he was following or not. "what in that shop has your interest. mister...?"

[mundvngus]

@steelbones sent me “You ever hear the expression the simplest answer is often the correct one?” ( meme. accepting. )

“Yeah, I’ve also heard the expression that money can’t buy happiness, and that’s a load of arseshit, too,” he points out while chewing on his sandwich. “Money’s everything, we all know that.” Mundungus shifts his focus, trying not to think of any more sayings that were a whole lot of nonsense ( his mind wandered easily, though, too easily ) and he struggles, for a moment. And so he chews. And thinks. “Alright, Doc --- fine, imagine your dumb statement was true ----- how do you figure out what the simplest answer is?” If Mundungus had one talent, it was changing the conversation topic with ease, straying away from what any other party might want to talk about. “Isn’t simplicity subjective? A mere social construct?”

[petrificusx]

setting: diagon alley featuring: caradoc dearborn & sirius black @thefallenstarfm

Some may have suggested he take a little break after what happened, and he kind of did by skipping town for an assignment in Egypt, but Caradoc couldn’t sit still after what happened. His guilt and shame had been so strong, so debilitating, that the curse breaker needed nothing more than to get off his bum and do something for the cause. He was still a bit withdrawn, couldn’t sleep, and really wanted a solo patrol so he could throw himself so deep into work and not worry too much about socializing with a fellow Order member while wasting the night hours away. But patrolling solo didn’t seem to be in the cards for Cary, being told that he was free to walk around Diagon Alley to see if there was anything suspicious afoot, but only if he’d take one of the other members along with him. Which is what lead to him and Sirius Black wandering down Diagon Alley together. That in and of itself wasn’t a problem exactly, he knew the Hit Wizard somewhat and he seemed like a good guy so it wasn’t exactly bad that they were assigned that late night patrol together. It’s just that Cary wasn’t feeling so talkative, and wasn’t his usual jovial self. Which meant there had been a bit of dead air since they first started walking together. “So…” Cary started, choosing to try his best to appear as normal as possible and try some small talk as they meandered around. Nobody seemed suspicious, and Cary wasn’t seeing anything pointing to danger lurking around. Then again, why would the opposition be doing anything suspicious so soon after a murder? “How’s that bike of yours?” He recalled having seen the motorcycle that Sirius had converted into a flying bike sometime ago, before the hospital event. It had been an exciting thing to witness, something Cary himself would have loved to ride, but he also knew his mother would sooner die than see her son on a flying motorcycle. And no matter how old he was, he would never defy his sweet mother’s wishes. He’d just have to live vicariously through the younger wizard it seemed. “You know what you should do? You should get a sidecar,” he didn’t think he saw one on it last time, “Then we could take these patrols to the sky in style, matching head scarves and everything.” It was meant to be a humorous mental image, but not even Cary laughed at his own words. “Though, do you think that would tip the weight over too much? Make it harder to glide?”

[blacksiriusdogstar]

Perhaps it was because he was drunk, or maybe it was because his inhibitions were lowered Sirius found himself swaying close and closer to his ex boyfriend. He had sen the other enter the party earlier in the night, and kept his distance knowing better than to give into his desires. But now that firewhiskey was lighting up his veins he could no longer deny want he wanted. “Nice -- mhm sharks?” Sirius’ voice sounded unsure, he was hoping it could be played off as not knowing what the other’s costume was not that he was nervous to talk to Caradoc again.

@caradocmartens

[petrificusx]

Reporters were never a good sign, but Cary couldn’t help but give them his winsome smile. He did that to anyone — elderly folks, children, dogs on the street — and while he was in emotional turmoil over what he had witnessed at St. Mungo’s, he wouldn’t stop this fundamental part of himself. At least not right now. His smile did falter as he followed alongside Rodolphus. There was a tension in the air, and he could tell the other man wasn’t in the best mood. A stark contrast to how Rod had been in the handful of times he’d seen him now. Cary had to remind himself it was business, that Rod was likely swamped and doing so many of these interviews. Surely it was all weighing on him…. Yet Cary couldn’t shake off the discomfort at how his former lover was acting. It almost hurt to see him acting a bit crueler than normal. His heart sank at being referred to by his last name. Jaw setting, Cary looked at Rodolphus, seated in his chair with a cigarette, puffing out smoke into the air between them. “I see we’re no longer on first name basis,” he commented, hoping to sound less bitter and more matter of fact. His voice instead quivered at the realization. They’d spent years avoiding each other, Cary didn’t want to go back to that. He hoped not to.

“Well that’s the thing about wanting to stretch your legs — you see, you get to walking, and then maybe you take the wrong turn down an empty corridor, and before you know it you’re stumbling onto the scene of a crime,” he quipped, flashing a charming smile at Rodolphus after his explanation. Maybe if he was cute enough.. Cary wanted things to be less tense, which wasn’t fair. He was traumatized and hurting and yet he was trying to be his usual boyish self. But it didn’t seem Rod would fall for his charms. Maybe not anymore. “From the very beginning? Fine. We had spoken. We went our separate ways. I had run into an associate and we began speaking. Then after some time the two of us had decided to wander around, including down a corridor that was quiet and empty, and possibly meant to be closed off to the public. In the spirit of exploration, we walked around, found a closet door left slightly ajar, and within we found the guard. After unbinding him, I was incredibly concerned for his wellbeing and tried to help him, but he had other plans. So we followed, I had insisted hugely out of a ridiculous notion that I could help this man. He lead us to…” He paused, the images returning to the forefront of his mind. Cary closed his eyes, as though that would make the images vanish. As though Francesca Fudge’s lifeless body would somehow stop haunting his every waking thought. He swallowed, opened his eyes to meet Rod’s gaze, and continued, “He lead us to the girl. And that’s all of it.” Cary was being honest, but also purposefully vague on certain details. He did not want to detail why he and his “associate” — Melis Marangoz — had been “exploring”. It was too awkward a situation, explaining a dalliance that didn’t happen to a man who had once owned a piece of his heart and soul.

rodolphus wasn't in a friendly mood, but he still kept his face neutral after being hounded by the press and when he sees cary his face hardens only slightly, but not enough to give away what he was actually feeling. he looks a the slip that cary gives him and holds it in his hand and reads what it says before looking at the reporters, not wanting to give them anything he just simply says, "come to my office." salazer, he needed a cigarette. why was it now cary coming back into his life that things started to fucking change? he couldn't blame it on the other but it was curious to know. he didn't say anything to the other when they were on the life to the auror department, and when they went across the isles, he smiled along to the people that worked for him, and his assistant before making his way to the head auror office and he sat himself down on his chair, grabbing the tin of cigarettes that he kept and lit it with his finger. "mind telling me how we spoke at the event, and suddenly you're a suspect in finding a dead body, dearborn?" he says with a raised eyebrow. all pretenses are off now, he was fully in work mode, he used his wand to record the conversation, knowing it would go into a pensieve later. "tell me what happened." he says, blowing out the smoke. "from the very beginning."

[petriichvrs]

TWO  YEARS  OF  NOXTMS  /  five  dynamics  ( +  one bonus gif  ) !

find all additional info below the cut. 

1.  𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀  𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈  &  𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀  𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄  ,  storge. 

( @frcgilis )  “storge refers to the unconditional love that parents have for their children. it is a protective, kinship-based love that embodies approval, sacrifice and acceptance, though unlike philia, it’s more one sided. think of it as the love a mother has for her child, regardless of whether the child reciprocates her emotion.”  i love the dynamic that exists between luca & adora, because it’s the ONE dynamic within the grown up crabbe family that still allows luca to be the mother that she’s been to all of them, in turn, without a kind of push back. i get why they push back ! i think it’s understandable, but i really enjoy getting to write luca as she was always intended - ie, the caregiver - and exploring how she’ll never stop being that, in her own head. if she’d only ever been the eldest sibling and had that dynamic with all the crabbes, eventually she’d come to terms with the fact they’ve grown up and have little need for her anymore - the problem exists in the fact that she never got to just be the older sibling, will always consider herself their mother, and will never be able to let them go, completely. she will always worry, she will always try to steer them in a specific direction, she’ll always be that particular brand of overbearing, and i love that adora lets her and that, for all intents and purposes, adora is her last remaining child. i’m able to get into that as thanks to you, and i really love it. 

2.  𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘  𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘  &  𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀  𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐒  ,  philia.

( @chacswins )  “philia is friendly love. it encompasses the love shared between friends and intimate family members and is characterised by loyalty and trust. it’s encouraging, kind, affectionate and everything that makes up a true friendship - it is entirely platonic, yet both meaningful and sweet.”  there are hints at the sweet dynamic that tonks & ginny have, in the books ( less so in the movies ), but i’ve grown really fond of the expansion that we’ve given them, here. ginny never knew what it was like to have an older sister, and i think that sort of dynamic was one she really missed - in a house where the only person who could relate to the unique troubles that she was going through was her mother, i think at times she really suffered from not being able to be 100% honest, and that’s why tonks became such an important person in her life. here was this totally cool person who wasn’t that much older, who was able to offer her advice and listen to her woes and share the feelings and things that ginny had. i like that theirs is a relationship you can see has definitely grown from just the hero like worship ginny had when she was that bit younger to something a lot more grown up and equal on both sides, and i really love the ease of their convos. 

3.  𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘  𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐃  &  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐂  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍  ,  agape.

( @dolors )  “agape is one of a kind love. it’s an empathetic, selfless love for others that doesn’t depend on familiarity, but instead has links to altruism, which is understood as an unselfish, genuine concern for the welfare of others. it’s sacrifical and quite radical, as even the greeks believed that very few people were able to experience it long term. it is a love that expects absolutely nothing in return, and in turn, makes you feel good.”  it’s just them. it’s just everything that they are, and everything that they’re built on. mary and caradoc have the kind of relationship that when i do start thinking about it, i get caught up on all the seemingly little things, and drive myself mad with the fact that they never are little. i really enjoy getting to build something so layered with someone who has as big a brain as you do, and i really love that it doesn’t just end with mary and caradoc, or their family unit ( because cara is his daughter, and i always feel like that’s SO important to say ), but includes everything else that ultimately led them to one another and tied them together, so intimately. they’re definitely a once in a lifetime kind of thing, and i really, really appreciate their noxtms existence. i’m so glad i got to do it with my best friend. 

4.  𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖  ,  mania.

“mania can be a jealous and obsessive kind of love. it often involves feelings of codependency, or the feeling that another person will heal or complete you.”  every sort of love that peter feels is this kind of love, which made choosing just one for the purposes of this pretty hard, but also is why i enjoy getting into him as much as i do. he was raised by a woman who felt that same sort of love for him; he was all she had, and didn’t he know it. he has that same kind of love for pip ( played by cherry ); he wants her to be his completely, adores her when she is, feels jealous and angry when she isn’t, which leads him to doing anything he can to make her feel the same way. and it’s how he feels for the marauders, too, in lots of unique little ways. he doesn’t just love them more than anything in the world ( and it’s important that he does, that he never once hated them or was hated by them ), but he wants to be them. he’s obsessed with the things about them that he doesn’t share, and almost believes that proximity to them will eventually rub all that off on him. i hate him, i love him, he’s my pathetic little rat. 

5.  𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀  𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈  &  𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐀  𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐅  ,  pragma.

( @taciiturns )  “pragma is a love that looks long term and is seen in many marriages and friendships. it’s a love built on commitment, understanding and long term best interests that has aged and matured over time and is about making compromises to help the relationship work.”  lex, i’m really lucky to be your friend. i’m so thankful for all the things we’ve got to done over our more recent rp years - it’s largely been sibling type dynamics and the odd romantic pair, but kaela and luca matter SO much to me without being either. i wasn’t entirely sold on whether pragma fit them until i really got to thinking about them and how long term they really are. they do understand one another on a very crucial level - but they’re not the same person. they haven’t been raised the same, or experienced the same sort of woes. they’ve had to grow together as much as anyone, and though neither seems like the sort of person who’d be very good at it, that does mean some compromises here and there - once i started thinking like that, i realised they were the perfect option for something so meaningful. i really, really appreciate the time we spend talking about them and the way their dynamic works and what it all boils down to, and i can’t thank you enough for letting me snag that wanted connection in  particular. i don’t think luca would be half as good a character without it, and that’s all you ! 

6.  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄  𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐈  &  𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄  𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐈  ,  ludus.

( @ofzvbini )  “ludus, or playful love, was a third type of love particularly valued by the ancient greeks. it’s playful, flirtatious, easy breezy love - ludus is having a crush on someone and then acting on it and the infatuated phase that occurs in the early stages of romance. it’s as much the no-strings-attached sort of conquest as it is the oh-so-stereotypical butterflies in your stomach.”  moz, i’m absolutely obsessed with the way your mind works. i love how you think and i’ve loved every single second of building this dynamic - from roping you in to help me choose between the wanted connections i couldn’t choose from to slowly realising that we had something really, really special happening here as thanks to the one went with, hande & blaise have occupied so many of my waking thoughts pretty much ... since creation. it’s been so fun to get into their ludus stage - especially because when you think about where they went through it ( carrow rule hogwarts ), it doesn’t seem like something that could’ve ever existed, but ... it is, it was, and it was important it did. their hogwarts era relationship got to be a kind of ... breath of fresh air, almost, and i love to think about how during those darkest of days, this unexpected duo got to have a young love that was entirely normal and totally their own within the safety of their room of requirement. it’s so difficult to feel like i’m doing my appreciation of them justice in talking about them, and even more difficult to know if i’m being clear enough when i tell you that i really ! love chatting with you ! they haven’t just been a really important rp dynamic - i’ve really enjoyed getting to talk with you more because of them, and that’s how i know we’ve got something super special with them ! 

[thelonelyykitty]

reto #4.

— Soy la diosa de los gays —declaró frente a Caradoc—. Y vengo a llenar el mundo de arcoiris. ( @cardearborn )