sustxinable

[sustxinable]

yo i want a greys anatomy type rp so bad

[sustxinable]

edgyrps‌:

@sustxinable​

————— ❛ undulating warmth spread throughout her body as the pads of his fingertips made contact with the flushed skin of her cheeks, her own extremities tingling as though she had submerged them in a pool of scalding water. in the haze that had now perpetrated her mind she couldn’t recall a time when she’d experienced any feeling similar to that which just his touch was producing in her. the touch of another, let alone any man, had never evoked such an ignited response. this fact alone perplexed alecto to no end, her brows knitting together on their own accord as her brain worked to correlate this feeling to something other than the blatantly obvious —she was in love with her brother.

as her subconscious finally drew this conclusion and all but stamped it with a big fact CONFIRMED, alecto was barraged by a tsunami of revelations. it was as if suddenly a great fog had cleared and she was left with nothing but clear sights for miles on end. judging by the glimmer had now made itself comfortable in her brother’s gaze signified that he too was faced with a mighty similar epiphany. with labored breaths, alecto delicately rested her fingers around the curves of his wrists, her lips just barely parted as his own grazed hers in the gentlest manner. she was quite literally hanging on each of his words, her eyes boring into his as they searched for the same heated yearning that was now relentlessly clawing at her insides. “amycus,” she breathed.

was it wrong ? probably — but did that mean she was going to stop him, scold him for attempting to propose such an indecent connection to his own flesh and blood ? no, it certainly did not. in fact, in that moment alecto wanted nothing more than for her brother to kiss her and kiss her good, kiss her absolutely numb. that seemingly long awaited connection of their lips provided everything she had been fed as a small child; the sparks, the warmth, the love. alecto carrow never found herself caught up in sussing out men via the fairytale feelings, but had she fallen victim to the belief that when you know, you know, she certainly would consider herself all knowing in this moment. 

despite their differing heights, alecto faced little struggle deepening the kiss, her body arching in an attempt at removing any bit of space between them. considering their new proximity she couldn’t quite tell if it was his or her own heartbeat she felt pounding against her chest, though she’d like to believe that perhaps it was a bit of both. by now the tendrils of hair that licked the nape of his neck were wrapped tightly around her fingers after they raked through the mussed up locks that rested atop his head, her teeth nipping at his lower lip hastily. while their kiss provoked what alecto could only define as fairytale feelings, she had no intention of settling for a chaste kiss, no. upon her epiphany she’d come to realize she’d been waiting far too long for this and she’d be damned if she let it end as quickly as it began.

every doubt amycus had ever held in his mind about, well anything, seemingly melted away with ease the second the pressure of her lips grew and it was clear that she was returning his more than bold gesture. never in his life had amycus truly felt scared, even as a small boy when their father’s hand would loom in his peripheral before striking him, the fear he felt then could never match up with the absolute terror he’d felt in that brief instant when he’d taken that final step over a line that he could never cross back over. not that he would want to. her intimate touch, craving his body in return, felt like it was filling a whole within him that he didn’t even know was there. it satisfied a need that was long yearned for, one he’d regretted having his whole life because he knew how dark and twisted it truly was. he’d bit back feeling this way, wanting her this way, for as long as he could remember and now he was free from the punishment and scrutiny he constantly held himself under for what he’d perceived as sick, unnatural thoughts. she was his now. she’d always belonged to amycus in a sense, but this was different. every part of her was now his, even the parts of her he could only ever dream of having. their souls were one in the same. it’d been that way since birth, but now he could feel it. 

nothing in life could compare to the feeling of her kiss, his body igniting with such a passion that amycus didn’t even know one man could hold within himself. their lips fit together like they were always meant to be intertwined, her dainty but powerful hands leaving tingles wherever they trailed among his body. a small groan emitted from his throat as he snaked a bicep around her thin waist, locking her against his frame, almost as if he was worried she may disappear right in front of his eyes if there was any space between them. he couldn’t stop himself anymore. his instincts had well kicked in and he allowed them to take over, unable to find the strength to restrain himself when his body craved hers in every way that was humanly possible. it wasn’t exactly the right place for them to be doing this, but he couldn’t find the will to care about anything other than her body underneath his touch, his free hand sliding up to rest gently across the surface of her throat, his long fingers caressing the skin on her neck, her pulse visibly racing beneath his fingertips. 

“shhh,” he whispered gently, giving himself a brief moment to take a breath, his lips barely leaving hers before they were once again pressed back right where the belonged. there wasn’t much that needed to be said, at least not now. if he let her speak, she could say the wrong things. she could remind him as to every reason they shouldn’t be doing this, making that heavy guilt settle back over him that had been lifted the second they melted into one another. he didn’t want to be reminded that this shouldn’t happen, because he needed it to, he needed it more than he had ever needed anything or anyone and he was going to greedily drink up every second that she allowed him to have her like this.

he walked her backwards, careful to make sure that they didn’t trip over any of the rotted floorboards or debris littering the aged floors, letting her fall onto a crumbling couch with a dust covered sheet marking its territory in the middle of the room. it groaned under their weight as he followed after her, kneeling between her open legs and pressing himself down on top of her. he placed another sloppy kiss upon her beautiful mouth before he moved his lips skillfully across her cheekbone and down the edge of her sharp jaw, nipping at the soft skin here and there, only stopping to flick this tongue down the length of her exposed neck.

[sustxinable]

@edgyrps

it had been a week. a sturdy seven whole days since rhys’ new life had been torn to pieces and stomped on, any peace that he’d found in this small town whisked away right before his eyes. he’d expected it to happen one day, maybe years down the line when he’d fully settled himself and was content finally, but the dust had barely settled in his new driveway when the storm that was his past came crashing through, intent on taking out everything in its path. the structure he’d been building was in ruins and he suddenly felt like he couldn’t tell up from down anymore. he had come here for an escape, it was supposed to be the do-over he so desperately needed. he’d been so lost before, the weight of everything he’d been through crushing him as he scrambled for a sense of normalcy and this was been the beginning of that, or at least it had been. when alana stepped foot into that courtroom, as put together as always, the walls he’d built so high to keep her out started to crack. once the millions of questions buzzing around his brain finally died down, all he was left with was the dread of knowing he would have to deal with this. he’d run from the courtroom without a single word to his wife, but the silent treatment would only last so long. he couldn’t avoid her forever and he knew that, as much as he wished that he could. she wasn’t exactly the type to be ignored anyway, especially not if she traveled this far just to find him. she wouldn’t go easy and rhys had to approach this head on whether he liked it or not.

and that’s exactly what he’d done. before he’d slid onto his favorite barstool in the crappiest dive in town, he’d shot alana a text asking her to meet him here in an hour or two, giving him just enough time to down a glass or two of whiskey before he had to look her in the eye again for the first time in a long time. his favorite poison made him braver. he could say what he needed without caving under the pressure of her presence, something he’d done many times before - which led him exactly to where he was. he couldn’t do that this time. he had to man up and stick to his guns when it came to her. he couldn’t be the sad, passive man that he had been for the majority of their marriage. this was his escape and he was going to defend it with his last breath.

the chime of the front door sent dreading spreading through him, a cold chill running down his spine as he felt another being slide in easily beside him. he didn’t even have to look up from his glass to know it was her. maybe it was the smell of the overwhelming familiarly gucci perfume that he used to love so much or simply that he could feel who it was in his bones - like she was apart of him and his body hummed when the part it was missing came close.  

“before you say anything, let me speak,” he said quickly, not wanting to her to start in on him yet. it wasn’t a question either, but more of a soft demand for her to keep her mouth shut and let him talk for once, “ i don’t know how you found me and i don’t care, but you need to go. i don’t want you here, alana.” 

[sustxinable]

i dont understand the rpc and their need to revolt against fucking everything that people write these days

[sustxinable]

@whoever tried to hack my account & got me locked out of it....i dont fckin appreciate that. 

[sustxinable]

edgyrps:

@sustxinable​

————— ❛ with flared nostrils, alecto struggled to keep a neutral expression. the butt of her chin was raised as her jaw tightened at his words, the lump in her throat swelling with each word that rolled off his venom slicked tongue. “i thought you wanted this? i thought we wanted this.” a hint of exasperation reared its head in the depth of her words, a genuine look of confusion etched across her sharp features before settling into a look of — sympathy? it was rare (if you could consider something that’d occurred but once before in all her years of living a rarity) that alecto genuinely took the time to step back and reflect on how she made others feel, but in this moment, she did just that. 

for much of her life alecto carrow considered herself a lost cause, a drifter. nothing of greater substance was ever in the cards for her, nor her brother. neither of them, or any carrow for that matter, was destined for greatness. the two differed greatly from the majority of their peers in the wizarding world, all of whom had the stepping stones to greatness carefully laid out in their own predetermined intricate paths. alecto could only speak for herself, though surely amycus could agree, but neither of them ever had much of plan for what was to come. they were not delicately groomed so they could one day take over a renowned family business, nor were they carefully molded into the prim, proper, and exceptional young adults who would be plucked by the ministry to uphold the laws of the wizarding world. despite their obvious lack of predetermined greatness, alecto refused to be just another blip on the map. no matter the consequences, there would be glory and greatness behind the carrow name.

of course she’d never expected said glory and greatness to come through the allegiance she pledged to the dark lord and his cause, but alecto’s view of the world had grown dark and misconstrued through the years. she was a product of her environment— at no fault of her own did she wind up in the carrow family. one could ask, well, why didn’t she rise above the shambles that she was raised upon and overcome the toxicity of her childhood? the answer was quite simply, really. this wasn’t a novel, nor a movie, this was reality. not often do we find the strength to become more than what we were born into, more than what fate had predetermined us to be. so, you see, alecto carrow didn’t necessarily choose this path, it was simply her fate. amycus though, he could have been more had it not been for alecto. he’d always had an unbreakable resolve and sense of self, but his chance at pure and actual greatness and glory was tainted by the cloud of dark bitterness that was alecto carrow.

alecto was his devil in disguise —a loving hand outstretched to carefully escort him further and further down an inescapable path of pure darkness. had it not been for her, amycus may have never uttered that unforgivable curse, or any for that matter. had it not been for her, he may have never ended up in azkaban. sure, they were out now, but at what cost? they were fugitives, menaces to society—villains. unfortunately she could still perfectly recall the day she ultimately led him past the point of no return, not a single second thought floating around her mind. the same twinge of jealousy that plagued her that day was currently rising in her chest as the memory of amycus carefully splayed out beneath a tree with that damn ravenclaw git and a carefree smile clouded her vision. she couldn’t begin to explain why the sight brought such feelings upon her, but she never was one to carefully pore over the details of a situation. no matter the love she had for her brother, she was disgustingly self-centered. alecto wanted greatness for her brother, but her wish for him to lead a happy life was overshadowed by her selfishness. 

“i’m sorry.” the words fell awkwardly from her lips, the feel of them heavy and foreign on her tongue. by now she had erased every bit of physical distance she’d just put between them, her head tilted back as to capture his gaze with her own. “i just wanted something more for us—for myself.” the beating of her heart kicked up three gears as it violently thumped against her chest, the vulnerability she was willingly expressing causing her body to react unfavorably. “i just,” her knee wobbled as her heel tapped dully on the wooden floorboards, “i want people to look at me and see somebody powerful, somebody strong. i want you to look at me and see what i’ve always seen in you, amycus.”

this exact moment in time - there with his sister, their entire past laid out around them as a ghostly reminder of what they’d endured together - would have been the perfect moment had the emotions from his sisters confession not been running so thick through the air that it felt like it was choking amycus. words had truly failed him for the first time in his life. there was no witty comment to be thrown, no tantalizing smirk with matching commentary to make this all better like he so often resorted to when the moment got the better of him. he couldn’t hide behind his wickedness as easily with alecto as he could with literally anyone else. it felt like she stripped him of his easy, breezy facade - leaving nothing but a twisted and vulenarble mess in her wake. 

“don’t.” the word was soft, just barely falling from between his lips as he fought to keep his restraint in tact, willing himself not to fall into her words. she’d apologized to him, something that he never thought he’d hear, nor could recall hearing from his twin in the years they’d walked this earth. it wasn’t a word that alecto carrow said, yet here she was using it so seriously with him, no falsity behind it. it stirred something within him that he couldn’t identify, a foreign emotion tearing its way to the surface, beating back every rational thought and feeling he should have been having in that moment. 

“i don’t like hearing you apologize to me,” he kept his eyes locked on hers, allowing himself to truly look at her for the first time since she’d gotten here. her beauty had always astounded him, but never more than right now. his hand, though only afflicted with a small shake, found its way to the soft skin of her cheek, palm caressing it gently as if any pressure would break the porcelain beneath it, “you are far too strong to be apologizing to any man, alecto. you need not worry about people not seeing you as powerful, because that is far from the truth. you’ve always been the greater of the two of us and that is okay with me. i’m happy to follow in the footsteps of such a capable woman, especially one that can wretch fear into any heart simply with that awful gaze of hers.” 

he wouldn’t describe his sudden turn around as guilt, per say, but that was a fraction of the weight behind his words. his sister was one of the greatest wizards he’d ever laid eyes on and he’d always done his best to express that to her, just maybe not as much in the last few months. he’d let his jealousy get the better of him. he’d acted liked a child who abandoned the one person he couldn’t live without because he didn’t like seeing her raise to power with the help of another man. it was petty and distasteful and he knew that, but he couldn’t help himself. there had always been something deeper there when it came to her, though it be darker than hell, he still felt it and there was no way he could hide that. not from himself and not from her - not anymore.

“never apologize to me again,” he breathed, his tone dark and wanting as he did the one thing he’d always fought against, the repercussions within himself proving too great had she not actually felt that connection he thought they shared. he lips just barely brushed hers, his heart racing so loudly he was surprised it wouldn’t jump straight from his chest as he dared to make the move that would prove incredible, or his greatest regret, “but also remember that you’re mine, alecto. only mine.”

[sustxinable]

can’t you see i’m trying to apologize?

[sustxinable]

when u post a reply and see a STUPID typo and u know they’ve already read it 

[sustxinable]

edgyrps:

@sustxinable​

————— ❛ she snorted, her brow cocked as a smirk tugged at his lips, the signature expression of any carrow. “nothing tickles me more than reminiscing on such a beautifully executed unforgivable curse.” alecto reciprocated a grin of her own at her mention of such a pivotal moment in their life. the young woman undoubtedly knew that she could have her brother eating from the palm of her hand, should she ask it of him, but his devotion to her was nothing if not entirely solidified that fateful summer night. 

while their current setting was eerie, memories of times once considered to be the most horrific experiences of young alecto’s existence flitting to life in the forefront of her mind, the warmth coming aflame behind his faux hardened stare was enough to put all of them to rest and heat her frigid body. with the sensation that arose along the planes of her skin under his gaze, alecto bit back a shudder that lurked in the synapses of each and every one of her nerves. if there was one thing she had mastered (among the plethora of dark arts curses, charismatic and alluring charm, captivating persuasiveness … the list goes on, but who has the time to list all of her many personal accomplishments ? alecto carrow does, and given the chance, she’d surely do just that. though, now certainly wasn’t the time to boast, despite how much she’d enjoy it) it was the art of manipulation. alecto’s performance always reached new and remarkable heights when her quote unquote —victim— was her very own twin brother.

“who are you and what have you done with my brother?” an array of her deep chocolate strands slipped over her shoulder and rested on the outer edges of her face like a silk curtain as her head was cocked and a pout momentarily took over her plump lips. “he’d never speak to me in such a manner — not my amycus.” as her words traveled from her mouth into the open air around them her fingertips grazed the skin atop his hand that was currently still wrapped tight around his wand. “he also wouldn’t be keeping a safe hand on his wand as if to convince me that he’d actually have the gall to use it.” as her pupils dilated, her irises darkened, her stare growing cold. alecto pulled her hand from around his just as he began to relax against her touch, her back facing him as the brunette turned it on him and put an ample amount of space between their bodies once more. “then again, perhaps neither of us are who we once were.” a sardonic chuckle sounded from her as her shoulders lifted in a sloppy shrug. “my amycus would have come looking for me after azkaban, but you ? well, it seems as though you have instead chosen to take up skulking about old abandoned homes —antiquing ?”   

the mention of his first unforgivable nearly made him cringe, the memory ripping through him, tainting all his other thoughts. that night had changed everything for them, not just the twins, but also for what was left of the carrow family. he’d barely thought about that night, not when it wasn’t necessary. it caused him great pain, but also immense triumph. he’d been only a boy when his shaking hand pointed his fathers wand straight at the devil’s mans chest, the curse falling from his lips without even the slightest bit of hesitation. he’d done it to save his sister. it could have cost him his life, but he did it because alecto’s life was at stake and nothing else mattered to him. which was still the case, though their distance had seemed to make them both think otherwise. the pure disdain behind every word from her beautiful lips made it obvious that there wasn’t just tension on his part - clearly she was displeased with him as well. 

he couldn’t help but chuckle darkly, shaking his head at his twin like she’d said something so incredibly amusing that he couldn’t help but let out his laughter. did she really think he’d forgotten about her? abandoned her like she was nothing more than the dirt beneath his boots? though he saw it as the furthest thing from the truth, he could see how she was conjure up these delusions in her own brain. their bond was something that had never faltered, not once in the many years they had wreaked havoc by each others sides, and now here they were - fake smiles and tight lips, all faux friendliness as they stood in each other’s presence once again. the change was palpable, so much so that he could almost taste how much his sisters opinion of him had dropped. the thought made his heart ache and his anger rear an ugly head that he needed to keep at bay in this situation. having both carrows fuming and armed was dangerous and most likely promised a cruel ending of injury.

“are you bloody mad?” though his laughter had faded, his smile remained as he filtered his anger through the words he’d been dying to say to her, “what makes you think I didn’t come looking for you, Lo? What makes you think that I didn’t chase after you like Merlin’s saddest puppy dog with its tail between its legs only to find you fawning over the dark lord like he was the only man you have ever loved?” her touch had sent shivers down his spine, by he refused to show it, shaking her hand away from his as he dropped it from his wand. “i searched for you, believe me. you were the first and only thing on my mind after i got out of that retched place - but what i found was some lovesick sheep following a shepherd who was only using her for his war machine and i didn’t like it.” 

he couldn’t bare to look at her now, his eyes trailing away to the crumbling house behind her, his voice now carrying nothing but sadness and the smallest hint of something he could never admit aloud....jealousy. 

“you are m i n e. yet you have NEVER given me half the attention you’ve given Riddle since you’ve left azkaban.” 

[sustxinable]

enchaxxted:

It was ridiculous, Willow knew that. 42 hours ago, Willow had been a half-blood, threatened, but relatively safe - meeting with her friends to make plans for when the war, if the war, ever broke out. And now, here she was, putting those plans into action. Charmed windows, hexed doorways meant to detect for the dark mark, her wand always within reach, warning charms that alerted the Order if anyone broke into the Ollivander shop. She had never meant to join the Order, but it had just happened by coincidence. If Willow had had it her way, she would’ve disappeared into the far reaches of Transylvania or Romania by now, out in search of new wand cores, hopefully as far from the reaches of the wizarding war that had been brewing for years now. Far away from her friends who had convinced her to join, dragged her to the meetings, told her it was her responsibility, no, her burden to make sure her family and her friends survived. Reluctantly, she’d joined, and even now, less than two days after the fighting had begun, Willow wasn’t sure what she’d gotten herself into. She wondered if this was how Amycus had felt when he signed his life over to the Dark Lord - soul, body, mind - and had received his mark, a symbol of how much of his, Amycus actually was. That was the problem here, Willow thought to herself, rearranging a stack of wand boxes in the back room - the closest to wandmaking her parents let her get. Here she was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, a half blood who should be halfway across the world now, thinking about Amycus Carrow. A man who could would one day be forced to kill her or her friends. Maybe her own family. But yet, she yearned to know what he was doing, what he was thinking about, if she and their brief lived “relationship” of sorts were ever on his mind.

She reached to place a stack back in place, now straight and no longer leaning, when her hand brushed against something unexpected and furry. Willow practically jumped back, the formerly straight pile that she’d reorganized scattering all over the floor. Fuck. All because of some stupid cat. Cursing under her breath, the former Ravenclaw set about to redoing the pile when she felt the cat brush up against her once more. Sighing, she realized that the stray needed to go back out on the street where it belonged. Willow moved to get up, noticing the parchment tied around the cat’s neck. Glancing around to make sure no one had heard her commotion and come running (of course they hadn’t) she unfurled the note. Her breath caught in her throat, the A signed at the bottom all too familiar. She pet the cat on the head, abandoning her mission to kick it out, standing up quickly and moving to the back door. Not like her parents would miss her. 

Cautiously, Willow stepped out into the street. That had been Amycus’ handwriting for sure, but how could she be certain she wasn’t stepping into a trap? Her eyes scanned the street briefly, before turning to the shadows. Of course. If it was really him, he wouldn’t be out in broad daylight. “Am?” she whispered, a little too hopefully.

amycus had held no real delusions that willow wanted to see him. even the hope unfurling in his chest was kept under check, the man knowing it was a weakness that would ruin him if he let it. there was no hope in his life, especially not when it came to her. they’d only felt tragedy. they were two people who’d been forced apart by greater circumstances in life without being given the real chance they’d deserved. maybe in another life, had he not been promised to the dark lord and relationships between mixed bloods wasn’t highly frowned upon, they could have made it. they could of had the world together and taken it by storm simply because they had each other, but that was never the case.

his doubt began to build, amycus’ eyes cautiously sweeping the street one last time before desperately falling back to the wand shop for the hundredth time. he couldn’t stay here much longer. they’d notice he was gone before long, especially when his sister kept such a constant and close eye on him, and they’d sweep in with wands and their hands and furious expressions as they dragged amycus back to where they believed he belonged. they would’t be pleased and that meant anyone standing in their way would pay the price. his coming here for her could mean her end and amycus would never be able to live with himself if he caused that. 

just as he was about to give up, the sweetest yet the most anguished sound met his ears. it was almost inaudible, but with how on edge he’d been about seeing her, it was a sound he caught right away and was more than pleased to hear. peeking up from beneath his heavy hood, amycus set eyes on willow for the first time in a long time, his heart racing way too fast for its own good. it was really her. she’d changed since they’d seen each other last, but he couldn’t tell if it was for the better. she looked tired, almost exhausted, much like himself. maybe that was just the price of war. it sucked the life from once lively teenagers that got unwillingly caught on its battle lines.

“ollivander.” he said just as softly as she, his tone sad yet teasing all at the same time. merlin, he’d missed her. he’d forgotten the way he felt just simply standing in her presence, a feeling he was beginning to realize that he missed. willow had taken his worries away so many times, the man dawning an actual smile across his lips whenever they’d sneak away during their school days to talk for hours in their private place - and now, surrounded by every reason in the world to worry, all he could think about was her. 

“bet you didn’t think you’d see me again, huh?”

[sustxinable]

“Tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you.” “Right back at ya, Carrow.”

Amycus Carrow and Willow Ollivander hanging out in their usual secret spot. Taken by a charmed camera, circa 1977.

[sustxinable]

only a few days had past, a merely 42 hours since their world had broken out into pure chaos and all amycus could think of was willow. they were thoughts a simple man would have - wondering where she was, what she was doing - things that only those without greater woes would concern themselves with. that had never been who amycus was, he’d never let a woman send his life into complete spiral before. only weak men allowed females to wreck their strengths, sending them to their knees in desperation as they fought for only love and nothing else. he’d always put himself first and he’d never intended for that to change, at least not until he met the stubborn ollivander girl during his years in school. they’d bonded on a level that’d he’d only ever allowed a fair few to match in his personal life. he didn’t have friends, not the kind that normal people had at least and when himself and willow had developed whatever it was they had, it’d confused him and threw him through an unimaginable loop. there had always been more between them. the slightest spark of something that neither dared to explore past a superficial relationship. they simply couldn’t, at least not within the halls of hogwarts. he was amycus carrow, sadistic and sad amycus who had nothing going for him but a life of serving the dark lord and being pressed beneath his sisters finger and she was willow ollivander - youngest sibling in a clear patriarchy where both parents favored their eldest whom didn’t appreciate their love and attention as much as their own daughter. their worlds were as different as different could be - black and white, dark and light - anything they’d ever have would be corrupted by the constant cloud of gloom that seemed to hover over their existences. 

yet here he was, positioned in a shadowy corner outside of the wand shop where’d he heard willow was last seen. the nerve to speak to her hadn’t quite mustered within him, not after he’d spent it all daring to slip away from the voldemort brigade just to see the girl that the dark lord would kill just for his insurgency.

it was silly, but the least he could do was get her to come to him, hoping that part of her still carried whatever flame had grown there in the past. he needed five minutes alone with the wanddmakers daughter and that was it. he’d quickly drafted out a small letter requesting an audience with her and sent in the shop with a stray cat who’d be lurking around much like himself. he’d stand there as long as it took for her to acknowledge him, if she even cared enough to do so. | @enchaxxted

[sustxinable]

edgyrps:

@sustxinable​

————— ❛ slow and steady wins the race… the momentum behind voldemort’s conquering of the wizarding world had undoubtedly decelerated, or at least for alecto it had. upon embarking on her journey as a death eater, alecto carrow, among many others, was hauled off to azkaban courtesy of those gits heading the ministry of magic. though, the jailbird trope fit her like an old hand-me-down (loose, comfortable in a few aspects, but never fully molding to her as an individual) and as quickly as the young woman appeared in the prison, she disappeared.

a damsel was certainly not something she considered herself, but a damsel she would feign if it brought her back to her lord. alecto carrow had always considered herself one of the dark lord’s most loyal followers (something she never failed to remind her fellow death eaters, especially that damn bellatrix lestrange), an adoring fan who doted on the man’s words as if he were some sort of profit and not just a simple man who contained far more willpower and perseverance for the cause than the lot of his death eaters. alecto had convinced herself the reason voldemort had chosen to leave her out of the many strikes that were currently taking place against both muggles and the ministry was because she was far too valuable to lose, again. with all this extra time now dropped into her hands, the female carrow simply didn’t know how to keep herself busy. one would think that she’d reunite with amycus, her twin brother, whom she hadn’t been in contact with since before they were both sentenced to a long monotonous life in azkaban.

the last she’d heard of her brother was during the prison break, for alecto had refused the help of her deranged rescuers until she was assured that her brother would be among the lot of death eaters escaping that fateful night. it wasn’t so much that she hadn’t bothered to stop and think about her brother, hell, she’d most certainly done a lot of that, but she was —to put it lightly— stubborn. it’s not like amycus had made any sort of effort in tracking her down, sending an owl, or even asking around about her. if her brother wasn’t well worried about her then she had no plans to boggle herself down with the task of caring about his well being any longer. the mere lack of a thank you on his part for not leaving his weeping woeful sorry ass in azkaban was the root cause of her going spare. granted, she occasionally gave him the benefit of the doubt when she decided to play devil’s advocate and insist he was never formally informed of her part in his escape, but even then her disdain for her twin refused to cease.

perhaps that very disdain was to blame for her presence here today (here being her childhood home, or what was left of it). amycus had always been the one constant in her life up until recent events and quite frankly she subconsciously wanted a reminder of who and what her brother once was to her. at one point amycus carrow had been her savior, but now it seems as though the male was leaving her to fend for herself— it’s not like she couldn’t, for alecto carrow is fully capable of being her own damn savior. alecto carrow certainly didn’t need her brother.

what alecto hadn’t been expecting was the very presence of her brother in the ruins of their childhood home, hand already ducked beneath the front panel of his jacket, no doubt gripping his wand. a smirk appeared across her lips at his predictability. “come here often?” although she knew he couldn’t see her expression quite yet, she quirked a brow, challenging his threat against her life. alecto knew that once he realized it was her and not some intruder —or member of the order— he’d lower his guard. as his body relaxed merely at the sound of her voice, she managed to smile, though it didn’t quite reach the corners of her face like it used to.  “what’re you doing here?” she spoke like he didn’t have a reason to be here, as if it weren’t his childhood home as well. her feet brought her closer to him, her body circling where he stood, just a few inches between them as she awaited an answer.

though amycus was already visibly tense, nearly every remaining muscle in his body went rigid at the sound of the intruders voice - no, her voice. it was never his plan to see her here, though a fairly small part of him had hoped it would draw her in as it did him, but he never expected it. she’d fallen too far from the wing he’d held her under his whole life, their connection weakening drastically with the time and distance they were apart. it hadn’t dissipated completely, that much he could feel from just standing in her presence without even having seen the face he knew so well, the face he’d grown to love. that rapid pace of his heart nearly betrayed him, amycus actually frightened at the thought of her being able to sense the physical change happening to him with her around. she’d take notice and more than likely point it out, exploit it like she did best. that was something he’d admired about his sister when it came to others, but never once had he thought of how it would feel to have alecto use her manipulative charms on himself. even the thought of it made him sick.

“same thing that you must be doing here,” he said slowly, turning on his heel to face what he would consider his now long lost twin, “reliving all the putrid family moments.” the sarcasm was clear in his tone, the usual smirk he held finding its way to his lips as he attempted to mask the pain spreading in his chest. he couldn’t let her see what she had to done him, what she was continuing to do to him. 

“surprised that you’ve taken time out of your busy schedule to be here. don’t you have a poor soul somewhere to be torturing the life out of?” his hand was still gripped around his wand, almost now just for show instead out of actual defense. he had to keep up the uninterested facade, at least for now. giving into her would be entirely too easy for him and would prove him weak if he let go now. if she could go all this time avoiding him, then she deserved the cold exterior he was providing her with now.

“what do you want?”

[sustxinable]

saying that it had been ages since he’d come home would be an overstatement in reality, but to amycus it felt as if many years had come and gone since he’d last stepped foot in his childhood home. it had changed and by the looks of it, it hadn’t been for the better. he’d heard about the raids on death eaters homes - the order coming in and tearing the places up with justice on the brain, praying to find any evil doer sitting in their home, ready and waiting to pick a fight. that hadn’t be the case for the carrow household, or at least he had hoped. amycus knew his father never came back to this house, not since both he and his sister had run from it and never looked back. alecto, however, he knew was different. this home held something to her that he felt even now, his skin tingling and heart thumping loud in his chest as every memory lived and felt in the house crept the outer corners of his dark mind. there was tragedy here, for them both, and that would never be gone. the order could reduce the place to ashes and both the carrow children’s hearts would still ache with grief at the horror they endured between the walls of the towering estate. he knew they both felt it differently, alecto’s manifesting as intensity and pure hatred towards life while amycus’ had become a quite disdain that sat beneath surface and built up over time. they made a wickedly dysfunctional pair and that is how it has always been till as of late. 

they’d separated not long ago, their roles as death eaters taking them down different paths that the other couldn’t follow. it had been a painful goodbye, the inseparable pair finally being ripped apart for the first true time in their adult lives. they knew they would see each other again, or so amycus had hoped in their time away - but so much time had passed and not a single word from his sister had returned back to him. of course he heard the gossip, death eaters could be nosy gits at times, that she had become the most fierce and loyal follower that voldemort could ask for. it was just like alecto to be the strongest in the pack, the one confidant that the dark lord trusted and needed by his side in their time of war. part of him was proud of her for her achievements, this is what they had always wanted, but a darker part was furious that their leader was getting the attention from his sister that had always been his. alecto had always been his. now she couldn’t bother to write or even come find him, her love now funneled into the cause instead of the other carrow twin. 

even letting the thought cross his mind angered him, that familiar resentment rooted deep in his chest flaring back up as he let it overtake him once more. surely he thought he’d been more important than voldemort, but now he was learning otherwise and it was more painful than he could have ever imagined. that is why he’d come here. he needed to flush his sister out of his system, but he wanted to feel all the good that came from their relationship before he let it all go. all the laughter and smiles they had once shared in this home. this is where their love had bloomed. a bond between two family members that was unlike any other amycus had ever had. she was the other half to his broken soul and being back in the very place where they had both connected for the first time brought a certain peace to him that he wasn’t sure he was ready to let go of.

the place was in ruins, the floorboards and furniture dark and ruined by time and nature. everything had gained a gloomy feel, almost like there had never been people really living here. if you didn’t know better, you’d think the house had been abandoned since its creation. only little things remained, but even they were in not so great condition. the old books amycus would read to alecto when she had night terrors, the family photos where there wasn’t a single smile in sight, an old piano that had collected so much dust you could no longer tell it was once beautiful oak. it had all gained age and dirt, time tearing away the memories from the objects as the home stayed frayed and collapsing. 

his footsteps were loud on the creaky floorboards, his breath coming in short puffs as the smallest bit of anxiety raised in him as amycus slowly circled the home. he didn’t miss it, he only missed what it had given him. though there were always going to be memories he would repress as hard as humanly possible, there were always the ones he built with alecto, the ones he loved and standing in what was once their living room, he felt them all.

it was only when he heard the tiniest shuffled that amycus tensed up, snapping back to reality as his entire body shifted into defense mode. now an instinct, his hand gripped the solid handle of his wand that was tucked into his coat, the man poised and ready to unforgivable whoever had dared to intrude on his private moment. he’d kill them if need be. that was who he was now. long gone were the days of the silly hexes he’d cast on his fellow classmates in the halls of hogwarts - the war had hardened him and he felt no remorse in murder. 

“you better think before you doing anything,” he said slowly, not turning around to face whoever it was that he could feel approaching him from behind, “i’m not above killing you for coming into this house.”

[sustxinable]

[sustxinable]

[sustxinable]