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[etlestrange]

- olena kalytiak davis, ‘sleep was an inlet’. @efleshnbones

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@ofrosier august 19th, 1979. nearing midnight, east london.

They move a moment late. Only a moment is necessary.

Burst of pale light and there’s a moment of heat, damp warmth spreading from their collarbone outward; no impact and laceration run to the bone. Their hands twitch; attempt of a spasm, left arm raising to press against the wound. Careless. A stain that already begins to bloom, comes away hot on their palm. Inconsequential. They raise their wand, heedless, motion unshaken. An arc of green light that holds steady even as their vision doesn’t- until the muggle-born’s partner shoves her out of the way, momentum sends them both crashing to the ground. Dazed, alive. Yet. A reprieve where it is offered.

Nothing is ever quite that simple. Rodolphus stumbles, weightless; the first sign. Their skin too cold in this clammy body, unpleasantness where the wet stain of blood spills over. The second. And suddenly they’ve become lightheaded. Sulphur for air. Choking on it. Petals of darker black unfurl on their chest, but in what places the heart careens the poison wakens.

Vision blurs. It’s not the mask. A burning sets in the blood. Nothing comes modulated; a distortion of view, vision, piece of feeling found in a dream.

Breathe.

(Rodolphus stills, fingers darting to press against the edge of a wall. Chalk sigil drawn into the brick. Algiz, for protection. Sowilo, guidance- something strange about that, meaning hidden, twisting in the back of their thought. Three layers thus far. Anti-apparition wards bound up in a notice-me-not, a hundred metres in radius from the center. Closer, a thicker miasma of repelling charms. All for defense.

Weighing their options, a brief glance to their companion. They can go further yet (odd pull, guiding them forwards, intangible)- but a step further turns to be the wrong action. There’s a soft hum in the air, a snap of elasticity. A second set of wards activating. Realization between the width of a breadth, careless.

Perhaps they’ll have to fight their way out after all.)

Eyes slipping shut. Silence. Every other sound muted. Patterned patter of fox paws in the distance. Rattle of a dust-bin an aeon and an alley away. Sound of a ricocheting heart in their mechanical chest. Dreamlike. No thought, only the serrated edge of feeling. Jaw locked and rust staining their mouth, wet trail of it slick down their chin. Dripping. Black and bitter, clever trick of the dark.

They stumble, fall to their knees. Ungracefully; the pain a canvas, body and air unmoored, uncertain of its property, lines blurred that must never have been drawn. Where the man begins and the tremor of air ends, sound and pain-hazed thought. Stumble of a step, two, back hitting concrete- momentarily hidden. Momentarily. Rosier left alone- (elusiveness of thought, trying to reach a step ahead, two, ten- arriving at that blank, tearing slate of pain, no workaround, no clever flaw). Breathe.

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[ wip. ] tagdump & to-do

starters : alice/regulus/molly

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hey friends! LIKE this for a post-event starter from rodolphus! if you have any particular thread or starter requests, throw them at me >:). (letting bygones be bygones and turning over a new leaf, but hit me up too if you ever wanna continue/redo an old thread!)

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oflongbttom:

date: august 15th, 1979 time: 9:01 AM location: st. mungo’s status: open

♠ ̖́- — These last few weeks have been nothing short of a complete and utter mess. The days they spent trapped in almost complete darkness mingled together. It was hard to try and figure out the days they missed, the time that was spent down there. And honestly, Frank just wanted to get right back into things. He needed to dive into his work, to forget what occurred. But despite his request, he still hasn’t gotten a single paperwork thrown in his direction, and he is certain that it has been piling up since he’s been unavailable. Something about ‘ taking it easy ’ and ‘ not to worry about it ’ and yet, here is Frank. Not taking anything easy and certainly worrying. Okay, his worrying is directed more towards the other hostages and how they were doing… and of Meadowes. Either way, he needed to get something done before he started losing his mind in here. Frank didn’t look up at his visitor as he spoke, “ Please tell me you brought me some work. ”  

If there was ever one, particular shame Rodolphus found to reside in the Death Eaters it would be their side’s lingering unwillingness to take a pureblood life. Perhaps this becomes the result of time they had spent in their youth: a memory of outspoken clarity and clear eyes. The unquiet reflection that Frank Longbottom should have followed Meadowes’ fate.

There’s no help for it now.

A tightening of the chest, fleeting sensation that belongs neither to Rodolphus nor to the man behind that image. Sharp-edged appraisal hidden and not, they slip slow into the artifice of themself. Deliberate steps that leave the open doorway and stop beside the other. “I wouldn’t say you looked well enough to work.” The corner of their mouth twitches upwards, eyes drifting past the bands of light on his face to the window blinds, to the sunlight filtering in impersonal, sectioned lines. “But I hope for your speedy recovery. I’m sure there’ll be much work to do. I’ve heard the Minister is eager to make a show of the culprits, once they’re caught.”

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@bvllvtrix     {  ☾  }

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&&— POWERPOINT

↳ Rodolphus Lestrange

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tag urself: legatum 

death eaters edition

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What corners of the dark blessed me?

William Wright, from “To the Spiders of Camp Gravitt,” Dark Orchard (Texas Review Press, 2005)

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And hunger / awoke as human.

Claudia Rankine, from “Toward biography,” The End of the Alphabet: Poems (via lifeinpoetry)

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also ⚡ from dorcas xoxo

1000 years later

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@dvrcvs

               everything runs, plays, and slips away.                                                 poetry and music. a city of fugues without a skeleton. melancholy with vertebrae.                                                       -  Federico García Lorca

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LIKE this post for a starter and to plot!

yikes so i went on that Big Inactivity so here’s a new starter call ahh. i’ll hit you up for plots if we haven’t plotted already, and if we have plotted already i might throw you a few thread options! love me frens :D.

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I don’t believe in good I am a fiend for everything.

Nadia de Vries, from “A Table For None,” published in Queen Mob’s Tea House (via lifeinpoetry)

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Because my body / wasn’t made for peace: for never / feeling pain.

Ashley Mares, from “Apparition,” published in Noble / Gas Qtrly (via lifeinpoetry)

[etlestrange]

✉✘☠❤♣ -- FIVE THOUSAND YEARS LATE BUT LOVE ME

send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[ SENT at 02:10 ] I’ll be late home, apologies.

send ✘ for an unsent text

[ DRAFTED at 07:42 ] Come home sometime. I know you’re doing other things.

[ DRAFTED at 07:50 ] There’s a family in Russia that owes the Lestranges fealty. They still owe a debt. You’ve met one of them, Maria Karavayev. They’re soon to have a son. A firstborn. If you’re amenable to the idea we could discuss adoption. I know you

[ DRAFTED at 07:53 ] I want to ask if

[ SENT at 08:00 ] In France for four days. Apologies if you needed me for anything.

send ☠ for a threatening message

[ DRAFTED at 05:52 ] Please tell me you’re fine

[ DRAFTED at 06:00 ] Do you think about consequences

[ DRAFTED at 06:03 ] You know I can’t 

[ DRAFTED at 06:03 ] I’m sorry

[ SENT at 06:40 ] You should take care to know you wear the Lestrange name now. If in the end you do not care to protect that name, I will.

[ SENT at 06:41 ] Do not forget that.

send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[ SENT at 08:20 ] I left a bottle of replenishing potion outside your bedroom. Have a good day.

send ♣ for a drunk message

[ SENT at 23:45 ] i drank all your bourbon

[ SENT at 00:52 ] do you mind if i start on your scotch

[ SENT at 00:10 ] we haven’t talked for awhile

[ SENT at 00:11 ] i’m sorry 

[ SENT at 00:11 ] what did i do

[ SENT at 00:11 ] was it something i did? 

[ SENT at 00:14 ] will you come home

[ SENT at 00:14 ] sorry

[ SENT at 00:16 ] love you

[ SENT at 00:17 ] i’m sorry

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✉, ✘, ♣

send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[ SENT at 02:24 ] There’s a raid on several houses in a few hours. Before morning. They’re looking for dark artifacts. Grimmauld Place is included.

send ✘ for an unsent text

[ DRAFTED at 03:51 ] it occurs to me i always thought it would be you and not sirius.

[ DRAFT DELETED ]

send ♣ for a drunk message

[ SENT at 23:25 ] y our brother is a   lighttweight

[ SENT at 23:27 ]           :  >

[ SENT at 06:13 ] I apologize for last night.