darkmark-dolohov-blog

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

about max irons

“He’s got the frame of a model, which means he wears clothes well,” Rookwood says. “He’s classically handsome like a Greek god without being too much of a pretty boy. And he has a devil-may-care attitude that will either serve him well or get him into a little bit of trouble occasionally – probably both.”

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

"Lazy? Mate, I do believe you're speaking to the wrong person," Antonin chuckled. "I've been away in Russia, attending to some business." 

Perhaps you are correct. Getting off your lazy arse every so often’ll be good for you

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

"Setting a good example, by working?" he grimaced as he spoke the word with the same disgust in which he would have regarded mudbloods or traitors. "People like us don't work menial jobs. C'mon, leave this place, we'll go for a drink." 

Emma wasn’t exactly sure how to respond. She didn’t expect to see any alumni in this store and all the students should’ve been back at the castle. So quick on her feet she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, “Killing time, and for once being out of the castle without breaking the rules. Gotta be a good example and all that crap.” She half heartedly explained. It was the truth…just not all of it. 

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

I thought a visit was long overdue. 

Well isn’t this a surprise…

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

Hey, ow! Kid, what do you think you’re doing?!

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

Moving quickly along the cobbled path between the shops, Antonin stopped abruptly as he caught sight of a familiar face. No...it couldn't be...Stepping inside, he raised a brow at the girl. So little surprised him anymore, but this certainly did. "Emma...what in Merlin's name are you doing?" 

"Welcome, if you need anything let me know."

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

While Bellatrix's position in the war was now known by all, Antonin still held some element of surprise--though how much was quite debatable. Most knew his family's views, but somehow Antonin still seemed able to hide in plain sight for the most part, with no true confirmation of whether or not he was indeed a soldier...well, none that The Ministry could prove, yet. And so, he remained shrouded behind a mask, at least for now...until his incognito act halted in it's benefits. 

Flicking his wand once more, he watched one student fall and the other's behind them go crashing down like a set of dominos, before turning to his comrade. The last time he had fought side by side with Bella had been the night they extracted her once husband's abomination of spawn--and he was all too glad to be fighting with her once more. Though his mask concealed the smirk across his face, it was audible in his voice. 

"That it makes the meal that much more satisfying?" he replied. "The hunt is half the fun, innit?" 

Fright Lined Express || Antonin & Bellatrix

Bellatrix had never been one to hide behind a mask. She was no longer ashamed of the creature she had become. The Ministry couldn’t touch her anyways. So when it was time she apparated onto the train. Her dress matched the color of her hair, only making her look more daunting to the children that ran from her. The witch began her journey at the front of the train, making sure to set fire to every train compartment she came across.

It wasn’t long before she came in contact with helpless students. Without even blinking she spat spells out and watched as they all fell hopelessly to the ground. With a menacing growl she proclaimed,”Where are your beloved protectors now, dearies?” Bella continued to move until she came across a comrade. Listening intently to his words, she came to the conclusion that it was none other than Antonin. 

"Now Dolohov, what did I tell you about playing with your food?" She asked, a smirk travelling across her face.

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

Fright Lined Express || Open

                -----With his face concealed behind a macabre mask, his black robes floating around him, Antonin Dolohov looked every bit like the phantom of death he'd always felt like. Shrieks filled the air as he and his comrades surrounded the train, boarding it with almost no effort. Wand drawn, a wicked smile crossed his lips, and for a moment he was annoyed that his mask concealed such a feature. 

      Wand arm slashing exuberantly through the air, purple flames filled the car, hitting those who were unable to run fast enough to escape. "Colloshoo," he shot at those who tried to run, stopping them in their tracks. In the chaos that surrounded him, Antonin could not help the cackle that escaped him. 

       "Run, run, little chickens. See if you can escape, see if any of you stands a chance against the Dark Lord's soldiers," he spoke darkly. 

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

What are your hopes for after the war?

                    “—-to remain dutifully at the side of my Lord as he reigns supreme, of course.” 

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

Who do you think your mother will arrange you to next?

                   ”———That woman is an absolute nutter, who knows what the bloody hell she’s got planned for her next trick.”  

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

Who do you love?

                    “—-why, my true love is and shall remain myself, of course.” 

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

TRUTH SERUM - MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER ANY AND ALL QUESTION REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS.

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

A malicious grin crossed Antonin's lips only briefly at the question, before he shook his head, letting out a chuckle. "Some secrets aren't meant to be told, mate--but I assure you, I made quite the easy task of it," he replied, spinning his glass between his hands before lifting it to his lips. His brow's furrowed for a moment, though he shouldn't have been quite surprised, knowing how quickly word seemed to fly about--especially when it was word of a powerful Death Eater spending an evening coddling a woman like a child. "Sympathizer? Haven't the slightest idea what you mean...There's no such thing as sympathizers once I've gotten hold of them." 

"How hard did you push exactly, Antonin? I don’t recall Lucinda being one to budge. She’d sooner peck your eyes out with that sharp mouth of hers,” Amycus replied in jesting, though there is a flash of interest that resounds through his mind. He laughs, a little too loud for comfort. “Rumour says that you were seen with a certain sympathizer yourself, so maybe I’m not the one with the soft spot.” He takes a swig of his drink, looking over the rim with gleaming eyes. 

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

                     "Oh, I'm sure you would, love.                        Who is it that's courting you                      these days, was it Little Avery?"

"I figured you’d appreciate the honesty." She fought the urge to smirk back at him. “I don’t go to balls with filth, but I doubt I would be without a date if that were a real thing.”

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]