#octavius001

[roman-jadore-blog]

Date: Saturday, January 13

Location: Russian Magical Ballet Premiere; Cardiff Theater & Opera House

( @knockturnburke )

The lights of the stage shimmered and reflected off the outfits of the dancers, the movement of the material glimmering like silver water; a magic in and of itself. From Roman’s seat in his own private box, he could almost imagine that the sight was purely for him. 

Roman usually came to these sorts of events alone, nowadays. Art such as this was always better enjoyed alone, the peace of it enabling one to reflect over one’s own thoughts as they beheld a beautiful, albeit sombre and haunting, ballet. Tonight, however, was not just for pleasure. Business of a sort had been arranged.

His gaze didn’t stray from the stage as his companion was ushered into the private viewing box. He kept quiet as the other man took a seat next to him, and stayed that way until they were left alone, surrounded by orchestral music and deep red curtains that seemed to hide them from the rest of the world.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet me here,” he said, turning his head a fraction to finally acknowledge the other’s presence. 

Octavius Burke, whom he’d only associated with a handful of times, didn’t quite fit the aesthetic of Roman’s loge- the man was clearly one made to be in the dark recesses of an alley, in a gritty atmosphere such as his own store. However, just because Roman was beginning to get into the business of not-entirely-legal dealings, didn’t mean he had to arrange them in nameless back alleys. Roman preferred to think of it as hiding in plain sight; no one was going to blink twice over a Delacour meeting someone in a theatre. It was both safer and less suspicious, and, besides, Roman always preferred to hold the power in arrangements like this. He’d extended the invitation to Octavius, and he’d not made his intention for the meeting entirely clear to him just yet. Roman was keeping his cards close to his chest until the time was right.

He had something to offer Octavius, something he was sure he’d take him up on, but he had to be sure the other man could get him what he wanted, in return.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to come, to be perfectly honest,” Roman kept his tone neutral as he turned his gaze back to the performance, icy blue gaze following the graceful, swan-like forms of the dancers, “You’re late.”

[demetriayaxley]

Sibling Time | Demetria & Octavius

“So... here it is.” Demetria opened the door to her current flat, an old two-bedroom in a seedy part of London. She moved quite often -- first, her building was shut down (bad ghoul infestation), then she fell a month behind on rent... the excuses were endless. Demetria didn’t really mind it, though. She didn’t much care where she lived as long as there was a roof over her head and she had the freedom to do what she liked.

She hadn’t brought Octavius to this flat, yet. It had been a while since they’d caught up at all. He was always quite busy, what with being a very important Death Eater. Demetria turned to look at her brother and shrugged. “This is pretty much it. Tea?”