Rabastan Lestrange

This blog has received some not so pleasant Anons in the past from trying to steal OC’s to blatantly telling the me to kill myself so I thought I would clear the air. 

I never want anyone to be afraid to send me any messages IC or OOC. I try my best to be patient even with the hate (though you will suffer my sass) But if you approach me with a friendly question or request I will never view that as hate. 

I consider hate/mean anons to be ones that: 

insult me or my character, 

swear at me, 

act rude or condescending

insult my friends

or tell me or others to kill/hurt themselves in any way

I do not consider hate/mean anons to be:

An honest inquiry

A question for mun or muse

A FRIENDLY suggestion to better my writing, my character, or my blog

So please: Send me memes, starters, questions, come to say hi, leave constructive criticism. I won’t be upset! and as long as you are doing your best to be a decent human I will do so in return <3 

Fighting the pain, Aridane looked up at him with a cold determination. She would never crumble before him the way he wanted her too, she was stronger then that. No matter how many curses he flung at her. “Is that your play? Avoid talking and curse me instead?”

Rabastan was growing bored with her. Her defiance was exhausting and all he could hope was that it would ultimately get her killed one day. Hopefully sooner than later. Prodding her body with his shoe he looked down at her, shaking his head. 

“Are you lecturing me, Uncle?” She hissed, trying to pull her wrist away from him. Even his touch was vile and unpleasant to her now. “I have seen a lot more then you would give me credit for. And I would rather suffer then sit silently.”

As she pulled at his grip he tightened his hold. If Lucius wouldn’t teach her the lessons she so desperately needed to learn then he would. 

“Such as what, dealing with Cressida the Crazy in Astronomy?” Aridane spoke coldly, avoiding his gaze. He unsettled her greatly, for reasons she did not know. All she knew is that it… Felt familiar in a way.

At her words, ‘Sebastian’ felt a muscle in his jaw jump and he was glad the other was turned away. He had no tolerance for people speaking ill of Cressida, but he was supposed to be a stranger with no knowledge of her.