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    @dedalusdig

           he had heard about him. STORIES upon STORIES whispered from the lips of            a very beautiful and young carrow. suffice it to say,  he had been somewhat           curious, but it wasn’t until the wedding that he’d actually grown INTERESTED.           he wasn’t exactly sure how he did it or what magic it entailed, but he certainly            knew how to go about finding out. this one would be simple. he just need to           start a conversation. “ my apologies — is this seat taken? ” he needed to play            it carefully, ESPECIALLY with auror details determined to keep him safe given            the new and eh .... mysterious threat. 

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  @emmysvance 

       it is easy to say that his affection isn’t AUTHENTIC at all. no should       trust what he says; never trust it to be truth or to even be a LI E. but       his eyes pull people in,  a kind smile and a soft voice forcing others      to fall susceptible to his manipulations. so, when he found emmeline     seated alone, it was not genuine concern that he displayed, no matter      how convincing it would seen.  “  ... i’m glad to see that you’re okay. ”     the man started, a hue of burden cascading over the lonely brunette.       “ should i have used the term loosely? ”

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      an unseen sigh poured from his lips as he turned away from the painting, his      expression both exhausted and worried. each flinch and furrowed brow told a      S T O R Y that he wished for others to know. a chessmaster in his own right, ira     davies was now nothing more than a brilliant man who was being HUNTED. “ as     always, i have no interest in staying hidden. you’re working on assumptions, all     PURELY circumstantial. what makes you think I’M being considered a target ?? ”     despite the inquisitive tone, he thought his question to be rhetorical. after all, it     was him who put the idea in their paranoid little heads. 

@steelbcnes

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     there in twisted excitement he sat, the powerful color of purple      painting the underside of his left eye. a discoloration etched in      an otherwise untainted picture. he LOVED for people to believe      that he was actually human enough to BRUISE.  “ did you have    fun ?? ” he said sweetly; it was the voice of a movement so small,     so bashful and mysteriously comparable to his frequent and rather     impressive disappearing acts. “ did you catch the BOUQUET ?? ”

@greybacks

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           “ like the tie ?? ” he said hopefully, a shy spark visible in his brightened        hues as he tried to get her attention. motioning toward his new and improved        gentleman’s wear, his grin widened. ira davies, when in his natural form, was        ruthless. he would stomp, stab, and slit his own disciples and insist they sing         him praise only moments later. that day, however, he was the benevolent ira            davies — the one MOST people knew about; the one who’d convinced a       wide-eyed invitee to bring him along, making her think it was her own desperate                idea to begin with. it didn’t matter though. she’d be dead soon. 

@emmysvance

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what motivates you?

“ motivation ??  i find it in the FUN. ”

        “ i enjoy a nice game of probability.                       it’s CHAOTIC    — the idea that fate can change with a single toss of a coin.                                      what can i say? ”

         “ i’m c h a n g e a b l  e. ” 

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Diego Luna photographed by Roberta Ridolfi, 2007

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emmysvance:

“Perhaps so.”

“Would you ignore the blunder if I told you where to find a good and proper tie?”

          “ i’d ignore the blunder and probably         owe you dearly. can’t tell you how long i’ve           been looking —  romantic novels have           been written about the search i’ve had. ”

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evrosiers:

“My apologies for being late. I was stuck deciding whether this meeting was worthy of my energy or not, and simply lost track of the time. Luckily for you, I arrived.” Evan glanced up at the person across from him, bemused by their reaction. “So answer this carefully: what is it precisely that has you sending for me at this ghastly hour?”

              he was seated comfortably, leaning back in a chair with his legs               resting firmly on the table before him. stationed around him were              several death eaters whom had taken to waiting alongside the man              as a result of habitual loyalty and fear, each looking grim until evan             rosier made his entrance — then their expressions changed; DISGUST             now plaguing their hardened features. 

                        “ i looooooooove newborns.                   they’re all so                                  F   E   I   S   T   Y. ”

he never looked at the newly arrived death eater. instead, his attention was glued to the wand in his hand, his eyes glazing over the wood as he spun it around in his fingertips. “ but evan, ” he finally sang, his hollowed out hues slowly turning toward the pretty boy. “ it looks like you’re beginning to get complacent.   i really hope i don’t need to go and tighten that leash of yours. ”

                                       “ it would be so incredibly humiliating for you. ”

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ofskeeter:

“ oh come on now love, is it really living if you haven’t disappointed your mum ?  everything fun in life is just a LITTLE bit wicked. ” 

                          her grin didn’t falter, his words nothing more than an                           empty threat. underneath it all, ira davies was just a                           man, and MEN rita knew how to handle. rita knew                           exactly how to get what she wanted, how to TAKE                            what she wanted, had grown up doing just that, and                           this, she wanted this.

“ yes, well, i suppose you’re right about that, it is a pity, isn’t it – my father never was a household name, i haven’t had the same EASY experience as my peers, but, it is true what they say ” she paused, eyes glinting, challenging,  “ it’s hard to ruin a hard worker. ”

“ well you’re very INTERESTING, aren’t you? ” he said with a laugh, the crinkles around his eyes defined as he offered a kind smile. 

            the way he stood, the way he appeared when unprepared, it was mostly              all a physical defense to seeming unintelligent or anxious. the man was             naturally composed, carrying himself with utmost poise as a result of his            high class upbringing — due mostly to his mother’s watchful eye than his             father’s abusive behavior. but because he wished to remain unassuming           toward those around him, he moved with a slight hunch and lazy shoulders.           there were times, however, where he had been taken by surprise and his body                   would straightened in a defensive manner. 

                          that didn’t happen during this conversation.                              he was more than comfortable. 

“ determination is a very important trait. i’m glad to see that you have it. surely it will do W O N D E R S in the near future. ” 

“ but i really must be off, miss. skeeter.  as much as i’ve enjoyed our conversation, i’ve made a few promises that i need to uphold. ”

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☯ ♧ ☽

                 ѕlυddy тιмeѕ aт rιdgeмonт нιgн

☯   Kinks

answered [here]

♧   Most exotic place they’ve done it at

       the most exotic place would have to be the office of the        minister of magic. don’t worry, it wasn’t with the minister.              but the who and why is a different story entirely. 

☽   Going down or staying up? 

                                 oh he’ll go down. he’ll go down all night. 

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❀☯☮

                ѕlυddy тιмeѕ aт rιdgeмonт нιgн

❀   One thing they’re dying to try.

         ira has always been interested in obtaining beautiful things— and more          importantly, things that aren’t H I S. he wants to find a woman, sworn to         another, and make her SCREAM his name in ecstasy. he wants to give her         the bliss, the high, and the unsettling c r a s h. then he wants to watch the         shame take over; the obvious betrayal of self and loved one. he wants to        devour it like the juiciest steak and shoot it back like the finest scotch. then         would come the best part. the HUSBAND. 

                 there was something so very intoxicating about looking at the means                  a man makes use of, observing his personality, his interests, and the                 things he cares most about — and then snatching it out from under him. 

essentially he wants to fuck YOUR WIFE.         and then tell you about it in great detail.

☯   Kinks

           his main kink is dominance. he likes to be in control and on       the side of power. as a result, he can get fairly rough. ira is rather       twisted in certain ways as he often finds himself attracted to the    idea of knife play, sensory deprivation, and overall bdsm. that being        said, it takes a lot for him to be turned on in a sense. he has far    more important things going on, so he may possibly be the character                  who has the least amount of sex in the group. 

☮   Position Preferences

                                           he has no preferences. he has a habit                                            of losing himself in the act and rarely                                            considers or thinks about the positions. 

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emmysvance:

“I’m afraid I’d have to be colored surprised. I wouldn’t have taken you for the beauty over functionality type.”

  “ hmm.          sounded rather presumptuous of you. ”