#thread;andromeda

[tonks-ted]

Starter for: Andromeda Tonks @tonksxandromeda Where: Diagon Alley NYE party When: somewhere in the middle

Ted and Andromeda had their work cut out for them. Nymphadora was a rambunctious young witch. At the mere age of six, she knew her own mind and was not afraid of speaking it. Rather clumsy, too. Limbs like spider legs and a spirit like a whirlwind. But he wouldn't have changed a single thing. Ted adored his daughter, just as much as he loved his wife.

It had taken some persuading to get him out of the house, tonight. This kind of crowded and noisy environment would be exactly where he'd expect Death Eaters to strike. It would be just their kind of evil to attack the innocent while they celebrated the arrival of the new year. But he'd given in. Dora's pleading had been the final straw, her big doe eyes staring up at him with a desperation that he knew she'd perfected just for his benefit. It was a complete ruse. But he fell for it willingly anyway, and here they all were.

So far, he'd won too many stuffed toys by aiming curses at targets from further away than the rest of the crowd. It was hardly fair. He was an Auror, after all. So after the third one, he dragged Dora away and charmed the toys to walk alongside her like some kind of fantastical entourage. A few other children pointed and laughed, and he turned to Andromeda with a laugh of his own.

"You win. It was a good idea to come. So-" Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her closer and pressed his lips to her ear. "I'll make it up to you later."

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Solo featuring Alecto Carrow, Andromeda Tonks, Rodolphus Lestrange, Ted Tonks @alectocarrowx @tonksxandromeda, @xrodolphusxlestrangex, @tonks-ted When: Diagon Alley NYE street party, when Nymphadora goes missing.

Too many children.

Burnished eyes scoured the surroundings, several feet above the offending, excitable youngsters. Bellatrix didn't dislike them as such, but intent upon following the narrow path towards Knockturn Alley, she found herself irked by their presence. Crowding the cobbles like a swarm of ants with stuffed toys and candyfloss, she swatted a few of them aside before her stare fell fatefully upon the little girl with unnaturally orange hair. Well, she certainly wasn't a Prewett or a Weasley. The eldest Black knew precisely who she was. Turning swiftly, her conclusion was verified by the sight of Andromeda and her beast of a husband, his hands upon her, defiling her purity with his loathsome filth. Years had passed. Oh-so many years. Yet this vision sent her rage into overdrive, her skin suddenly feeling like she wanted to rip it off. It crawled, itching, scratching as though knifes etched from the inside out, a yearning to set the world ablaze cutting deep into her bones and causing dour irises to snap wide.

For another moment, she stood, taking steadying breaths while her fists clenched and unclenched beside her hips. Her emotions enraged her. It was not correct that she should still experience upset, and so she cast that feeling aside, tossing it asunder with the determination of a witch who would stop at nothing. A different certainty filled her ravaging thoughts, her focus beelining quickly and expertly towards a far better outlet for her frustration. She turned on her heels, her rich crimson dress swishing the pavement like the world's finest dust cloth as she stalked back towards the little ones and knelt down to address the group.

Her foul temper had disappeared. There was nothing but jovial pleasantry, a bright smile and dancing eyes as she joined them in admiring the shop's contents through the window. She had flipped a switch and it was all thanks to her very own cruel intentions. As the children reacted positively, encouraging her plan, she began to spiral towards a more genuine pleasure. Perhaps she might enjoy this, after all.

"Do I?" she asked with false surprise, as Nymphadora told her she looked 'just like her mum'. Laughing widely, she stood and cast a charm into the alley to make it glow brighter. "I'm getting ice cream. Would you like some?" The girl hesitated. But a swift Confundus had her following in no time at all, Bellatrix gripping her hand as though she were a precious thing that could not possibly slip from her grasp. Right now: she couldn't. A few others joined them in the alley, redundantly summoned by the residual effect of her charm. Caring nothing for them, they wandered away while she paced towards where she'd left her husband sitting with Alecto. He was now alone, and he looked up and laughed, wondering what the fuck his wife was doing now.

After sitting the girl down, she then did indeed obtain ice cream and several other excellent treats, getting her to chat about all things Ted and Andromeda. Discovering that her parents were worried about the war and always busy and tired was mildly satisfying. To her surprise, Bellatrix discovered the girl was a little spitfire, filled with a rebellious spirit that reminded her of herself at that age. It was repulsive. If she hadn't been that mudblood's offspring, she might actually have liked her. That metamorphmagus gene sure as hell didn't come from Tonks's muggle family, and it was with that which she truly wanted to play, getting the child to replicate both her and Rodolphus's appearances until she was satisfied that she'd be able to mirror them from memory. If would be more than enough to push her darling sister's nerves over a cliff, and perhaps she'd do them all a favour and drag that bastard Auror husband with her.

It was a good thirty minutes before she returned to the main bustle in Diagon Alley, and another fifteen before she located Andromeda rushing around frantically. Sending Nymphadora on her way, she strode a retreat, congratulating herself as she joined Rodolphus once more.

Sly eyes raised through heavy lashes, meeting his and finding them equally entertained. It was hardly the brutal thrill that usually got them hot and bothered. But it would do for now. She placed a hand to his chest, lips parting as a sour chuckle trailed her teasing tongue.

"Bets on how long it'll take Andromeda to come for us?"

With any luck, not long at all. She wouldn't mind sending her sister to an early grave.

What an excellent start to the new year that would be.

[tonks-ted]

Ted understood. He knew better than most how it felt to be told he couldn't do something, for nothing other than what flowed through his veins. So he hesitated, moments from telling her that the reason he'd broken his promise wasn't entirely selfless. He'd had to do it - for himself, just as much as for Regulus or for her. Yet despite this temptation, he stood and said nothing except, "I know. Don't worry about it." It'd be a secret he'd keep locked away, too ashamed to reveal his motivation. He knew it would've eased her guilt to hear it. But the alternative seemed preferable.

These thoughts were erased as she continued. He'd wondered why she'd spoken to Evan, but that seemed foolish now. Of course she'd hoped he'd turned a corner. Maybe she'd wished he'd come to her for help, extending a peaceful offering and wanting to rebuild bridges long burned. Ted's heart bled for her. How many years had they been fighting this same battle? It didn't matter. She could fight it for the rest of her life, and he'd be by her side ready to hold her up and be her strength when her own faltered. His eyes steeled by a fraction, his tenderness still dominant, but now edged with defensive insistence.

"Don't you ever apologise for how your family makes you feel." It was a forceful statement, his fingers lowering from her shoulders to scale her arms and take her hands. "Your heart is pure - purer than the blood that supposedly makes them better. The fact that you still want to trust them, to see the best in them, only makes me love you more." Holding her a moment longer, he returned her smile and released her hands, gesturing from the room she'd come from. "Why don't we start in here? I've done most of the ground floor. I was halfway through the kitchen when I heard you."

Andromeda smiled weakly and shook her head. "I broke our promise too. I just couldn't help myself, I felt useless sitting at home and doing nothing to try and look for him." She knew that Ted would understand, he'd always been that way, a fact that made her feel somehow guiltier about everything else she was keeping from him. She nodded as he assured her he would work on the spells around the house when they got home. It was for the best, make sure it was safe. She didn't want anyone else coming by, especially if Dora or Ted were home.

"I shouldn't have let him in..." Her voice was soft as she looked up at him and shook her head. "I don't even know why I did, it was stupid." She sighed, running her fingers back through her hair. "I guess I thought..I hoped that we could have a cordial conversation. He mentioned Regulus and I thought maybe he had news. I should have known better, I should have known he would do nothing but dig for answers and threaten me." She was weak when it came to her family, always hopeful that maybe she'd find a sliver of humanity or softness, a change of heart. She was far too optimistic and she knew she needed to stop, it wasn't worth risking her family. "I'm sorry."

God but did she love the man standing before her, more than she ever thought possible. Especially now as he steadied her, assured her that they would look. She knew it was likely why he had been here to begin with, to look for her. She hated the way her eyes watered, giving away her emotions. "Thank you...for everything." She leaned up to kiss his cheek, smiling softly at him. "What rooms have you searched then?"

[sarafangirlart]

“What if Perseus, Medusa and Andromeda become a polycule?”

No bc Andromeda would still get third wheeled and sidelined, next question.

[terrorsmade]

help me more. peebee has to consciously take a deep breath to keep from running her mouth. it's an unfortunate , and rather bad habit of hers --- one she's trying to rectify , at least where liam is concerned. everyone else will just have to ... deal with it. peebee has always known she wasn't everyone's cup of tea --- or whatever the hell that human expression was --- they could all take it or leave it , but sometimes her hastily spoken words actually hurt him , and she hates that ...

' you just gotta relax ... ' an ungloved digit comes to lightly poke at the center of his forehead , lilac lips twitching upwards in a half - smile that she hopes is convincing. the truth of the matter is that she's the problem ; untested , unexperienced , and formerly unwilling to learn. it's not like she'd ever wanted kalinda in her head , peebee had already let her into her stupid heart , and that had gone badly enough ... attempting to take her own advice , peebee takes another deep breath , straightening from her slump and rolling her shoulders like she's a boxer limbering up for a cage match. ' maybe we should've gotten you high --- or drunk --- first ... ' it's added as an afterthought --- stalling !! get on with it , peebee !!

her hands shift again , reaching for both of his. ' embrace eternity ... ' this time , liam gets a brief second to note that her eyes go completely black before the images come , almost like a movie shot in a first person perspective ;

it's thessia. perhaps liam doesn't know that immediately , but something whispers it. a much younger pelessaria b'sayle wanders through the vast markets with two older asari , hands clasped with each ; her mother and sister. her mother's resemblance is obvious , though , cass' coloring is noticeably different , her markings distinct. something catches her eye , a small stall selling irssal , the blossoms bright enough to cause pelessaria to break free and bound over. her mother's voice , slightly alarmed but distinctly unsurprised ; ' pelessaria !! ' but she's already ducked and weaved through the crowd , the scent of honey filling the air as she reaches the cart. the asari there grabs a flower , handing it down her with a subdued smile and ----

SNAP !! like a rubber band stretched beyond it's limits , they're wrenched back. no longer on thessia --- not even in the milky way --- they're back on the tempest , sitting criss cross applesauce on liam's beat up old couch , facing each other and peebee ?? she sways. a hand leaves his , fingers coming to lightly press against her forehead ; ' shit ... '

@psychescape said ; ‘I haven’t got it. help me more.’ // ft ; liam kosta && pelessaria b'sayle

[impcrios]

@enchantmecnts

narcissa had spent her time mingling but she was growing tired of it, especially if they mentioned their recent engagement to lucius malfoy. they would never say a bad word about them, but it didn't mean that she was happy either. when she had time for herself she had gone to the drinks hoping to get a glass of champagne before seeing andromeda. it pained them either way. "hello," she says quietly. "how are you?"

[litmoons]

“   did   you   dump   her   yet   ?   ”

[battle-scvrs]

Regulus had hardly expected a response to his owl at all, never mind a positive response. He wouldn't have blamed Andromeda if she'd ignored him; Merlin only knew he'd treated her poorly in the past. His recent experiences had driven him to write a letter, and now he was expecting his estranged cousin at his home. He'd been pacing around his living room nervously for a while, wondering if she would actually show up and then wondering what he would say to her if she did. It'd been a long, long time since he'd been fully honest with someone, and he knew the danger that it put himself in. The feelings of discontentment and unhappiness had been building for a while, maybe even for years, and Regulus had finally been pushed to breaking point. The sound of a knock at the door broke Reg out of his musing, and with shaking hands he opened the front door. "You came...Here, come in out of the cold," he said, gesturing through to his living room. "Can I get you something to drink?" @tonksxandromeda

[swtsours]

“   this   was   a   mistake   .   ”

[daluy0ng]

closed starter for: andromeda zwart ( @forelsk3t ) location: outside of neon ink

her whole life, sariani could only count on her fingers the times she has shifted, as it was something she wanted to be suppressed her whole life, especially after the first time she did, immediately it had costed a life, even though it was deserved by her victim, it felt like it was something that she shouldn't have done, at all. for years she blamed herself, uncomfortable to even mention about her pack, the family that she left right after she turned eighteen, and has never seen them ever since. she has not learned anything but keeping her other form dormant, and looking for a place to run to in case it goes beyond control.

but it was evident enough that nothing has prepared her for this day.

sariani had been looking forward to get the tattoo she wanted, something that would remind her of where she came from, no matter where she goes. but a certain day like this in portum seemed to have different plans for her. she is on her suppressant, she swears. but that seemed to be nothing right now, as she shifts into her werewolf form, just in front of the tattoo parlor.

andi, andi would know, right?

as the door opens, the now werewolf runs in, whimpering as she looks around, hoping to get a sight of the owner.

[tonks-ted]

"It's a matter of opinion, is what it is." Smirking lightly as she brushed against him, he chuckled and didn't worry about her words at all. Dora was a little spitfire. Sweet and kind, but utterly devious when she put her innocent mind to it. Perhaps she was spoiled. But it hadn't affected her good nature. He knew - absolutely - that their daughter understood right from wrong, and that she would grow into a witch as wonderful as her mother.

Ted had always had a 'no work at home' policy, wanting to keep family time precious and untainted by Ministry matters. But this ideal was becoming increasingly impossible. He resented how often he was called away at short notice, and how much Andromeda worked longer and longer hours. The guilt consumed him. It was a war, and he wanted it to end in the right way. But he simply could not put more into it. He couldn't fight harder. He could not - and would not - join the Order and remove himself, even further, from his family. It was a danger that he couldn't face, opting to accept the oblique perils of a failed war instead of the very real, immediate perils of placing himself into the direct line of attack. Perhaps he was selfish. While recognising his decision's logic, it haunted him nonetheless.

But moments like this, with his wife, reminded him of why he'd made his choices. Looking down at her, he paused their progress and turned to face her seriously. She did important work at the hospital. He was proud of her dedication. Their eyes met and he exhaled through a sad smile, warmth filling him. "I always am," he assured her, placing a hand to her cheek and running his thumb against the worry line creasing from her lips, as though to draw them back into happiness. "I love you."

Andromeda let herself brush up against her husband as she slipped past him and out the door. A laugh slipping free from her lips as he feigned shock. "Is it truly an accusation if it's the truth Mr. Tonks?" She teased right back. They both didn't know how to say no to their daughter, neither did the rest of the family. Or really anyone who came into contact with her. She was a precocious little girl who had the ability to charm anyone she came into contact with.

She could see through the smile he gave her as she asked about work. Suddenly feeling guilty for having brought it up in the first place. If it was possible to be able to ignore the world around them, she would. But she worried after Ted every day when he left for work, praying that he'd be okay and he'd come home to her and Dora. But she knew it was eating away at him, and she wished she could take that pain and worry away from him. She nodded at the simple answer and smiled back at him. "The same." He didn't know that they were going through supplies too quickly, losing too many. "We're managing." Whether she was talking about work or about them, it could go either way. "I just need you to be careful..." She breathed as her eyes met his.

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Starter for: Andromeda Tonks @tonksxandromeda Where: Bellatrix's office When: middle of the working day

Just returning from a particularly tedious excursion with the Auror Department, Bellatrix did not expect to find disturbance in her team. She ran a tight ship with an iron fist. Everyone knew their place and their responsibility. They all knew her rules and the consequences for breaking them. She was efficient and meticulous, ambition and determination having fuelled her path within the Ministry. But like everything else in her life, her hard work was equalled by an unhealthy helping of fear. She didn't mistreat her team, but neither did she suffer fools and her demand for excellence was often unreasonable and always unrelenting. So everything ran like clockwork, yet all were poised upon a knife's edge while trying resolutely to meet her expectations.

The tension was palpable when she entered the room. Slender fingers reached to grip the hem of her jacket, straightening it with a harsh tug as she looked around at the sea of uncertainty. It was like appraising infants, the mere sight of them pissing her off beyond comprehension. Quills scratched as she moved between desks, the sound of her deliberated steps cutting from beneath her thick skirts. Just outside her office, her secretary told her about her guest.

She entered the room like a storm cloud, all silent glowering rage, lingering in the doorway as though not quite believing what she would find within. But then her sight fell upon a face so very like her own. Her lips twitched, revulsion and fury boiling beneath porcelain flesh and sadistic impulse.

"Get out."

Soft enough to be lethal, bluntly enunciated and lacking tolerance. The gall of this whore, invading her space as though she owned it. There was a time when Bellatrix would have welcomed Andromeda with open arms and unceasing affection. But that was long ago and this bitch was dead to her.

[sarafangirlart]

Every time I search mythology on Threads I see post after post of the most asinine takes ever. It’s like ppl on old tumblr moved there and current tumblr still has the more educated people, therefore causing an echo chamber on threads of ppl spreading misinformation without anyone educating in mythology correcting them or calling them out, if ppl on threads say their bs on tumblr they’d get torn to shreds.

[gardenscript]

for: @div1nes

her letter had come to him swiftly upon a summer evening. he had traced his thumb over her seal at least fifteen times before daring to break it open. since that day kiaan had counted, sixty days, fourty-two, twenty-seven. it had been a balmy night when he met her sipping chalice from the ritual glace at the temple - shot her a wink and watched (as he always inspired) scandal arise. the days had passed by in a haze and even kiaan (contrarian he was) was loaded into a carriage and sent along with every demonstration of the devara wealth to the capitol. the sort of trouble he could inspire there, he'd thought to himself. but always nagging in the back of his mind had been andromeda. their friendship had come as a surprise to him. one not born out of necessity or obligation but the lightness of laughter and childish glee like running towards the ocean then back away as the tide rolled in. as the crowds dispersed through the castle kiaan swayed all gleaming smiles and boundless charm until he spotted her willowy and lovely in the daylight. "your royal highness" he said bowing with a flourish. he gave a cursory glance around the hall for onlookers before leaning closer to her ear. "would you like to know a secret?"

[r-lestrcnge]

The atmosphere surrounding the pair was different to their last meeting. Rabastan's vindictive loathing had dampened, now simmering to a more logical desire for expediency. He could tell that her anger was less acute too, and while he could still nonetheless sense her unease, he felt no pride in it. It was not his desire to make her suffer today, though she deserved it for her betrayal and for how she had treated him - in their youth, as well as lately. He was grateful for her silence. But his grudges were deep and as unshakeable as his dedication. It was difficult to ignore them, when they sat in this place that held memories he'd thought were as valuable to her as they'd been to him.

With this thought in mind, the tension darkened marginally. His determination to complete this exchange forced pointless teenage emotions back to where they belonged; forgotten, with the rest of his undesirable secrets. But this resolute act only worked for so long. He was a largely unfeeling man. So when a sensitivity was aroused, it burned acutely and struck him intensely. As she met his eyes, her words were a trigger, though he doubted she had any idea how much. It was impeccably clear that she would twist anything he had to say, no matter how genuinely he spoke. He was insulted. He had given her his word, and she should have known that he would rather die than break a promise. She pulled forth feelings buried and locked away: doubt in his own behaviour, wondering what he had ever done to make her want to crush his trust so carelessly. But he was now older and more detached. He reasoned with that rising ancient history, knowing that she had never truly understood loyalty. That was why she had left, after all.

"You're welcome," he said, ignoring all desire to engage in an argument. "For what it's worth, I hope we never need to use them." Even as the words left his lips, he regretted them. This woman did not deserve his well wishes. He felt, suddenly, that he no longer wanted to look at her, so he stared instead at the students milling towards the bar. Stern disquiet consuming him, he pushed the sickle back into his pocket.

Andromeda had known by choosing this location that there would be little privacy, and it certainly wouldn't be quiet. But most that milled around were Hogwarts students, too involved in their own days to pay any attention to them. It seemed a better choice than Diagon Alley where others they knew might see them, and question why they were meeting. She wondered if Rabastan shared the same pang of familiarity that she did as they sat there. If she weren't so on edge, she'd have softened at the sounds of laughter and chatter.

Things had been complicated for her at Hogwarts, her entire world view challenged by Ted as he had come into her life. Still, looking back those years had been far simpler than the challenges and the world she faced now. Neither of them were the same. She was brought back from her thoughts as he spoke up, and she returned her attention to him. She nodded in understanding when he mentioned others. She understood there was always the chance others may do whatever they pleased regardless of deals made.

She took the coin he offered, looking at it dubiously before he explained it's purpose. It was a curious bit of magic, and she watched as the words on the coin changed, ignoring the heat that licked at her fingers. "Clever..." She said softly, setting the coin back down in front of her. It took a moment for his words to sink in, her eyes finally rising to meet his. "Assistance?" She shook her head as she sat back. "I don't expect assistance from any of you if one of your own were to attack." After all, she was a traitor, why would he possibly help her or her family. She sighed, the words already tasting bitter on her tongue before she said them. "Thank you." She said softly. "At least with this I can be prepared."

[fatestln]

⇢ 🌕 STATUS ﹕ closed. ⇢ 🌕 TAGGING ﹕andi zwart ( @forelsk3t ) ⇢ 🌕 LOCATION ﹕ rosie's diner

nyra   smirked   to   herself   as   she   approached   to   greet   her   newest   table.   the   face   sitting   there   had   become   quite   familiar   to   her   over   the   past   several   months   of   living   in   portum.   “let   me   guess,”   she   drawled   by   way   of   greeting.   “you'd   like   your   usual,   which   at   this   point   is   like   half   the   damn   menu.”   she   pulled   her   notepad   and   pen   out   of   her   apron   regardless   and   began   jotting   down   an   order   before   andi   even   had   a   chance   to   speak.   their   banter   had   become   something   familiar   in   the   chaotic   rhythm   of   evening   shifts   at   rosie's.   “is   there   a   special   occassion   or   are   you   just   here   to   terrorize   me   with   your   absurd   appetite?”