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Despite the cloudy haze that covered the London sky, it had been an exceedingly lovely afternoon. Having just departed from a lunch date with Iris and Connie, Lydia was running through the last of errands before heading out for an extended weekend back home. Only three stops to go; Sugarplum’s for Astrid and the girls, Rosa Lee’s for Mamgu, and Flourish and Blotts for Tadcu. Nearly crashing into a group of shoppers in an attempt to figure out where to stop first, Lydia stepped into the nearby alley, not paying particular attention to who was around her. A decision she would soon regret, once she realized who it was that was trying to pass by. “Alecto.” They were familiar, but definitely not friendly; quite the opposite, in fact, and Lydia was eager to create as much distance between them as possible. “I’ll just… let me get out of your way.”

Where: Stairs leading to Knockturn Alley, but on Diagon Alley side

When: 5th June, late afternoon

Who: Alecto and @lvdias​

Alecto was running late. Of course, considering she owned the bar, one could say that she didn’t have to be there at a specific time. So maybe she wasn’t running late. But she really did not want to be at Delirium all night, not when she had a nice yummy husband to go home to now. So, getting there sooner rather than later would be appreciated. Of course, she hadn’t anticipated the alley being so busy. It was frustrating. Dodin’t these people have somewhere to go too? The red head sighed, stepped round people to try and make it down to Knockturn alley.

“Excuse me….” She murmured, trying to grab the attention of someone. Of course, she really would not mind pushing them out the way, but she was just trying to be polite frist.

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e l i z a b e t h LAIL, avatars.

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yourstrulyrita·:

All Rita had been looking forward to was to be with Lydia, just the two of them. There was something about the blonde that made the journalist’s heart race.  It wasn’t often that she felt like this with someone; in fact, she could count the times she felt like this with one had and spare some fingers. Rita would look at Lydia and just get lost in her beauty, her kindness, her softness. She often thought the blonde deserved better than her, but in the end, is not like RIta was known for her selfless nature.

She smiled at her when she complimented her outfit and couldn’t resist it, so she took Lydia’s hand to her lips and kissed her knuckles. Rita felt fiercely protective of her and their relationship, she knew a big part of the population loathed her and the last thing she wanted was to drag Lydia into that mess. “The truth is the truth, my darling” she responded with a soft tone. “Frankly, seeing you was all I wanted to do tonight” she admitted. “If there’s something you must know is that I’ll alwats make time for you” she told her with a soft smile.

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While they hadn’t know each other long, that shouldn’t suggest their connection hadn’t been meaningful. Lydia had been long acquainted with the likeness of Rita. Who hadn’t? But unlike most of the world, she had come to know a different side of her, one that was, understandably so, carefully concealed from the rest of the world. Outwardly, they were so different, appearing to have next to nothing in common, apart from their . And perhaps that was true. But they worked so well together. And of all the people Rita could have chosen to share such an intimate part of her life with — and she knew there were plenty — Lydia deeply cherished that it had been her.

“I do hope this means you’ve saved time for one more dance?” A bright hue flushing her cheeks at Rita’s touch, causing Lydia to momentarily cast her gaze downwards at its intensity. But she didn’t break away from her, instead wrapping both arms around her shoulders. She didn’t need the extravagance or the fanfare. She didn’t need the upbeat tempos or the music, or the libations, in their unending excess. In this moment, all she needed and all she wanted was Rita. And now that she had her, Lydia had every intention of savoring this moment for as long as she could. “But let’s stay up here. The rest of the Ministry has gotten more than enough time with you tonight. Now, you’re mine.”

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@yourstrulyrita

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madeyeinmotion·:

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“Absolutely,” he agrees, releasing her from the hug. Lydia was a soft and quiet thing, like a wildflower growing on the side of the road. She did not shout her success the way a rose bush might, but stood her ground defiant against everything that had tried to uproot her. And so many things had tried to uproot her. “You know I’ll never say no to honey cakes… or Welsh Cakes. Most snacks. Still eating like shit. You now how it is. Things haven’t been interesting lately. I started seein’ this girl and things were going good but she lied to me and now I don’t know Liddie.” 

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“So that’s why my owls have been going unanswered,” she responds in jest, but is quick to wrap an arm around him upon his admission. He might not carry his sorrows outwardly the way she did, but that didn’t mean they weren’t heavy ones to bear. She didn’t even need to look up at him to see he was hurting, and deeply at that. Knowing him for as long and as well as she did, it was painfully obvious. But the moment she did… Merlin, it was enough to bring her to tears. “Sounds like things have been plenty interesting. Do you… want to talk about it? About her? Or maybe you don’t want to talk about her. Or at all. We don’t have to talk. We can just get our cakes and be on our way.”

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yourstrulyrita·:

Rita appreciated the irony of this, for someone who liked to expose people so savagely (and sometimes unfairly), she was ridiculously protective of her privacy and that included her relationship with Lydia - whatever it was. She had also lied to herself and said that she was going to work, but how could she work when Lydia was right there looking like a freaking angel? She did work though, or at least eavesdropped enough to get some interesting material for her next column. However, her mind was on the time and she couldn’t help but to notice how slowly it passed.

Thankfully, the time came and Rita walked out of the atrium and towards the concealed courtyard. And there she was, looking like a glowing star. She often wondered if Lydia was aware of it, because it wasn’t just that she was hot, no, that was such a limiting and lazy way to describe her beauty. Lydia was… ethereal, and even that didn’t do enough justice to her beauty.  She approached to the blonde and offered her a smile, a genuine one, the one exclusively reserved for her. “Me? Why thank you, darling” she said softly, looking at their hands resting painfully close to each other. She did not like that, so she simply hooked her pinky finger with Lydia’s. “Though I must say not as beautiful as you… that dress, you look stunning, darling” she then added, offering her a kind and sincere smile. “Are you enjoying the gala?”

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It wasn’t that Lydia hadn’t enjoyed herself. Despite her typical inclinations to remain a bystander, she had partaken in many of the activities the evening had to offer, and managed to enjoy herself in the process — drinking, dancing, placing the winning bid on a diamond pendant at the auction. But not even the passing amusements of the evening had been able to keep Rita far from her mind, or from view. It didn’t matter what she did, or who she was with, she couldn’t escape her. She didn’t want to escape her. Not even the most decadent riches and pleasures that the world could offer came close to compare, when likened to the prospect of spending even a passing moment at her side.

It had been a long night, one where, up until moments ago, all they managed to share were passing smiles and exchanging glances. What Lydia wouldn’t give to remain here, in this idyllic and intimate moment with Rita. She wanted to savor every part of it; the sweet florals of her perfume, the sparkling cerulean fabric of her outfit, the tender touch where their fingers interlocked. And that smile. Merlin, that smile. She was sure it shined brighter and more beautifully than the luminous sky above them, though she wouldn’t dare look away to confirm what she already knew. “Me? Oh, hardly. Your suit is just… that lipstick, and those diamonds… an absolute vision, you are.” An amorous blush quickly spread to her cheeks, beaming from ear to ear at the sight of that smile, once it registered that it had been directed to her, and her alone. “I will say, it has been a good night. Better than I expected. Though, if you don’t mind me being so bold as to say so, it has improved significantly now that I’m here with you.” Pausing for a brief moment, only long enough for Lydia to grab Rita’s other hand, before any nerve she had was completely lost. “I... I was starting to think I might never get a moment alone with you.”

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closed starter for @yourstrulyrita​

As far as Ministry events, this year’s gala hadn’t been all bad. Lydia had enjoyed the atmosphere and its company for the most part; catching up with Alastor and Clara, indulging in an assortment of appetizers and refreshments with Emmeline, and even managing to grab a dance or two with Remiel (albeit reluctantly and with much hesitation, on her part). Yet, as pleasant as each of these activities had been, none of them had been what she wanted to do. Not really. At least not without the one person she had been most hoping to see.

They had agreed to meet following the auction, in a makeshift and magically-concealed courtyard, just outside the walls of the atrium.  After much fanfare, the auction had finally come to an end, the moments until its conclusion passing with an unbearable stagnance. She had all but rushed for the exit, practically knocking over a pair of auction attendees in the process, both of whom appeared to be in the midst of an argument over the items they had just acquired. But, then, just as Rita came into sight, she immediately stopped in her tracks. Not even the glowing moon and twinkling stars above, in all of their celestial magnificence, could hope to compare to the visage of the woman before her. She approached the woman slowly, as if not to disturb her solitude, though she was sure the rapid beating of her heart could be heard by anyone within their vicinity. Before loosing her nerve completely, Lydia reached for her, their hands only inches from touching as they stood beside one another. “I’ve been waiting to tell you this all night, but you... Merlin, Rita, you look beautiful.” 

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Elizabeth Lail for The Bare Mag, Nov. 2019

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closed starter for @yourstrulyrita​

What was she doing here? It was late, she was tired, and this was a mistake. What reason did she have to think this was anything but entirely foolish? This was not the first time of her visions had kept Lydia awake, and it would hardly be the last. Surely, another night alone in her flat would not be the end of her. She had endured far worse, and still managed to come out on the other side. Yet, despite her every effort to convince herself otherwise, she couldn’t bring herself to stay away. At least not before checking to see if Rita would remain true to her word: that, if Lydia needed anything, at any time, her door would be open to her, without question or reproach. Standing in the doorway, offering a series of quick knocks, she could only hope her frenzied reasoning was only that. “Rita? Are you there? It’s��� it’s Lydia. I’m sorry to be here at this hour, I know it’s late, I don’t mean to bother you, I’m just…” she stops mid-sentence, unsure how to continue but almost certain she would not come to greet her. With each agonizing moment that passed was a continued reminder of how terrible of an idea this had been. “Are you there?” Letting out a soft breath, she starts to lean away from the doorway, eventually offering a soft and yearnful whisper. “Please be there.”

[lvdias]

Her work was mostly a solitary effort, and an overwhelming one at that, particularly as of late. Even if her words hadn’t given her away, her facial expressions usually did — at least to those who knew her. And there were few who were as close to her as the man beside her, a man whose kinship had saved her from herself, more times than she cared to think about. “I don’t look that…” she starts, a look of mock indignation highlighting her features, though it quickly fades as she realizes Alastor is entirely correct in his assessment. Thankfully, it was nothing that couldn’t be remedied by spending an evening with the family she long regarded as her own. “Alright, we might both be slightly worse for the wear. Let’s grab some honeycakes before we head over? You can fill me in on everything on the way.”

@lvdias

They grew up together. Lydia was the younger sister his family practically adopted as their own. When he sees the frown on her face he can’t help but tug her into a loose hug. “Well, well,” he hums, “you look worse than me. Want to see what Mum’s making for dinner? Little family time might be just what we need,” he pauses, lips rolling in thought for a minute, “got a few things I wanna run by you.” 

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sunkenmooncurator·:

“I’ll keep it safe,” he promises taking the vial. Remiel pulls a pocket square out of his seersucker suit jacket and wraps it around the glass. He tucks it back in and pats it gently for safe keeping. Its a hard thing to hand over -something so precious with a risk of losing it forever. But whatever his reputation, Remiel had yet to lose one of someone else’s memories.

“It is my pleasure. I will do them justice and if you hate my work then there’s no price and nothing’s lost except some of my time,” he smiles again, soft as sunlight dancing on plant leaves, “would you like to tell me about them? I have some time, we can talk if you want. I know it can be very hard to trust a stranger. If you want to tell me what they meant to you perhaps,” he pauses tentatively, “then I can understand and I will know them too.” 

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Reaching across the table they shared, Lydia places her hand above his, offering a gentle squeeze before pulling away. She doesn’t feel inclined to break the silence between them, not yet. Offering only an earnest look as they exchange glances says all she needs, the words that remain unspoken speaking far more than she ever could.  

“I’ve seen your work, Mr. Moon. There’s no need to try and persuade me. I have every confidence in the world in you.” A smile emerges once again. If there is further cause for apprehension, she no longer feels it. Nodding in his direction, Lydia remains pensive as she considers his question. In an effort not to immediately overwhelm him, she begins to share the first thing that comes to mind. “If there’s anything you ought to know, it is that they were the foundation of our family. They always imparted the importance of a life well lived and the importance of family, and they made sure I knew both of those things. We didn’t always have much - quite the opposite, in fact - but I was never made to feel I was lacking in any way, at least where they were concerned. They…” She pauses, turning away to let out a shaky breath, struggling to convey the message she hopes to impart. How do you quantify the impact of the two people who gave you the world, and expected nothing in return? “They were... they are everything to me.”

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Once a week, Lydia makes it a point to stop at the bookstore near her flat. Her haunt of preference, particularly on account of the friendship she maintained with one of the shopkeepers. Unable to find them when she arrived, she made her way to the stacks, hoping to add a few works to her growing collection. Her search is disturbed by a sudden crash, and, flinching in response, she notices a book has landed at her feet, one that is not hers. Bending down to inspect it, she cannot help but be taken by its intricate binding and the familiar scent of its pages. As much as she might want to, it is not hers to take. Noticing that someone is crouched beneath one of the displays, Lydia begins to approach, with tentative and careful steps, as to not further startle the woman. “I was actually thinking I might be the one to help you. Is this one yours?”

Who: Lyanna and Open

Where: Second Hand Bookshop

Lyanna certainly did not lack for funds, though her income from the ministry was certainly lacking, the wealth of her family allowed her to want for nothing. She wasn’t in the second hand shop out of need to pinch pennies. She was on a mission, looking for forgotten books. Secrets stashed in unloved pages she could learn from. She’s digging through a bin when one of her piles of rejected selections topples over. She flinches, cowering for a minute before standing up. She squints against the plume of dust, “can I help you?”

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