Evan Rosier

“Did you want me joining you tomorrow? I have no problem leaving Alecto to watch the club and Ivy does a lovely job as bouncer.” He shrugged, already opening up a bottle to pour two glasses for them to enjoy. The way he doted and submitted to Evan’s wishes was a far cry from how he mocked and often dug his heels in for others. It took most people a few tried to get Amycus compliant with a request while it only took Evan a mere mention of a favor. 

“Let’s see, what could I offer to a man who seems to have everything, hm?” He furrowed his brows, putting the glasses down onto a table and stretched himself out onto the couch. “Well, I offer myself, mainly. That’s a given, but you are aware I tend to give you anything you ask for, yes? What aren’t the others giving you?” Aside from his eyes offering a small glare to the elf in his kitchen, Amycus offered nothing but the softest of tones and features for the wizard in his company. 

Nothing was a tease or a joke; and if he said it: he meant it. But that was only ever true for two people; Alecto, his beloved twin and other half, and Evan; someone he would indeed die for if given a chance to. “I thought I’d be offering quite the lovely evening with us having to do nothing but enjoy what I got for us, but I do love the ideas you come up with.” 

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Evan blinked, still virtually expressionless which, ironically, was giving him more simple pleasure than he’d experienced all day. “No.” he said after a moment, “I’m not in the habit of torturing people I like, unless they ask me nicely,” he added with the barest hint of a smirk. “You can run your place with dear Alecto and I’ll play perfect till the night is through. Then I’m come here.” And he’d shed the perfect in favour of something more pure.

He cocked his head, regarding Amycus through half-lidded eyes, “Hmm, not a bad gift as they go. And in what ways are you offering yourself?” he asked, voice growing a little deeper, though still so quiet and unlike his public persona. “You do. And I like it that way.” he was silent for several more moments “Peace, mostly. They don’t give me peace. It’s an exhausting affair, moreso this time of year. “So can you give me an honest moment of peace, of good company?”

Where: Diagon Alley Who: Open

London was nothing like Paris. England was nothing like France. The high society circles that Vincent ran with were different from the modeling high society that she had been used to. But Brigitte was now the lady of the Crabbe manor and she had access to Vincent’s vault at Gringotts and she was running in circles that she had only ever dreamed of. It was difficult, settling in to her new way of life, and British high society had a whole different set of rules than she was used to, but she had begun to make acquaintances and maybe even friends, which was something that Vincent had been encouraging. She was beginning to venture out into Diagon Alley and England on her own, which was how she had gotten so terribly turned around. She had done some shopping for Vincent, picked up some dress robes that he had ordered, and grabbed some supplies for a dinner party they were hosting later in the week, and the last thing on her list was to buy some potion supplies for him. But she had no idea where the apothecary was.

The street was empty, and she stood there helplessly, not wanting to wander the streets if she didn’t have to. Which was why she brightened up when she spotted someone turn the corner.

“Pardon,” Brigitte spoke to the closest person walking by. “I’m hopelessly lost. Where can I find the apothecary shop? I’m so glad you showed up, I thought I was going to have to wander the streets all on my own,” she said looking at them expectantly. 

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Lady of the Crabbe Estate, it was a far cry from the Brigitte that Evan seen and danced with in several risqué parties in France. But, it was a smart move, Crabbe had power, and a wife made such a nice accessory in their circles, of course, Evan’s perfect reputation and endless web of connections meant such a thing was hardly a priority for him, thus he could continue to engage in his nights of debauchery (and sadism) quietly. France was an ideal place for such things and to scout new talent, as well as engage in the odd duelling match to boast his profile.

Of course, what sort of perfect gentleman would he be to let the dear Mrs Crabbe venture into their society unprepared? It was an excellent opportunity to foster the woman’s power and, with a few correct moves, his own. He had no designs on the Crabbe estate, nothing so sinister. But here there was a connection to be made and favours to be earned; those were power all in themselves.

Alecto had to admit that there was nothing better than being at her bar. She really did not like being at home. Or well, she hadn’t. After she had graduated Hogwarts Alecto had wasted no time in finding herself her own place. There was no way she was staying in her parents house any longer. The only good thing about having a terrible relationship with her parents was the fact that they were not pushing her to get married. That would mean that would actually have to acknowledge that they had a daughter. And so, it worked well in her favour. But Alecto’s favourite place to be was the bar.

She loved being behind the bar, creating cocktails, and manipulating men to spend all their money. There was no denying that the Carrow twins had a successful business. And Alecto was determined it was going to stay that way. “Oh no no…” She murmured, a little smirk on her lips. “I can’t tell you the ingredients. Then you wouldn’t have to come back to me, and that would be a shame.” She teased, a little grin on her face as she spoke to one of the regulars. Taking the galleons from him, she tucked them into her pocket, before moving down the bar to a familiar face.

“I would say I’m surprised to see you. But I’m not.”

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Evan was something of a regular at the club, it was to be expected, he and Amycus were often joined at the hip (though not to the degree he was with his dearly dangerous sister) and he was treated so well by all the staff. Not that they had any reason to fear him, he was beloved by all and loving in return, plus... he was one of the best tippers. He always made a show of himself, dressed in sinfully tight black pants and a waistcoat (with no shirt underneath) he was attracting many admiring looks and revelled in them, occasionally sending a watcher a faint smile, it was enough to make their evening.

He waited at the bar for the Countess of the Club to reach him and smirked lightly at her words, “Not a surprise, but still a pleasure, surely dearest Ms Carrow,” he cooed, his hand gently enveloped Alecto’s and he brought it to his lips, giving it a chaste kiss. “Your brother seems to be hiding from me at the moment,” he added lightly, “You won’t forsake me so callously no?”

Where: Iris’s gallery Who: Open 

Penny had been working crazy hours between her work as a mediwitch and shifts at her mother’s gallery in Godric’s Hollow. Anything to keep her mind off of Christmas was good enough for her. There had been a time when Christmas was her favorite time of year, she would start to do her Christmas shopping in June some years, picking up things that made her think about the people in her life. Which was why it was so painful that she had gifts for Hestia and Wendy that she could never give them locked in a box, shoved in the back of her closet. She wanted to forget that they were there but they kept burning a hole in her heart. Her mother had suggested working in the gallery might do her some good, and it had some. But it had been an hour or two without anyone passing through and she was starting to get antsy.

Which was why she perked up when the bell above the door jingled. “Welcome to the gallery can I help you?”

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Abbotts. A family fallen from grace and turned traitor. Disgraceful, to be sure, but unlike his true kin, Evan played the perfect public face, pleasant to all and beloved by all in return. He enjoyed keeping his social circle as wide as possible, all the easier to gain information,  so why not attend a new gallery he’d heard of that just so happened to be run by the once proud Abbotts? He dressed for the occasion, the black leather pants highlighting the musculature of his legs while the black shirt and deep purple waistcoat did the same for his torso; it was a perfect look for a perfect wizard. He stepped into the gallery all charming smiles and, sooner than expected, was greeted by one of the traitor’s themselves. “Well good morning, Penny isn’t it? You’re the middle Abbott?” he deep voice open and oh-friendly.

“I’ve a dear friend who’s had nothing but praise for your family’s latest venture and I couldn’t keep myself away. Oh, where are my manners, Rosier, Evan Rosier.” A true member of the Sacred Twenty Eight and well-known name in many societal circles, “Might I have a look around?”

Amycus wrinkled his nose at the sight of people being so overly-giddy for the Holiday Season. Yes, he took part in it with gifts for Alecto and even for Evan, but he didn’t go around singing and dangling his ‘cheer’ for all to see. Some could say he was a grinch but he was merely annoyed by the swift mood change. One minute, people are screaming over a massacre, and now they’re claiming it’s such a wonderful time of year.

“Darling, I brought you an exquisite bottle of wine, and I am having the elves make us something French. Rodolphus loaned them out, he says they cook well but surely if they cock it up we can return them in a box.” Much to Rodolphus’ protest, of course, but the man could afford to get new help. Besides, if they ruined the food, they’d be doing him a favor by getting rid of them.

“Not to mention I did bring your gifts along. Just don’t peek, it’s meant for the actual day of Christmas–or so I’m told. I can’t say for certain, I already shook all the gifts Alecto had under her bed regardless of them being mine or not. One of them sounded expensive–but it was Rod’s, so he’ll get over it.”

-

Unlike Amycus, Evan was the embodiment of holiday cheer, everyone had a gift and personally written card delivered to them by his darling little house elf, his family mansion had already played host to the most lavish of Christmas balls and was decorated to outshine even the halls of Hogwarts this time of year and the man himself? Well, everyone was greeted even more happily than usual, everyone helped.

It was damn exhausting.

And that made him all the happier to see Amycus: the man who saw beneath the mask. He saw parts of Evan that even he didn’t know were there. It was a terrifying experience at times, though he was careful never to put the word out there. “Hmm, good. I need several drinks so I can bare to embody holiday cheer on the morrow.” he said dryly, voice much more monotone than he’d be around anybody else.

“Hmm, I like gifts.” he said idly, “But I’ve already been given so many.” he lounged on the face, expression blank, quietly revelling in his lack of animation, “What can you give me that none of them can? My Amycus.” No endearment like others had, no ‘darling, sweetest, dear or love.’ Amycus didn’t need them. He was simply his.    

Sylar narrowed his eyes at the question, giving Evan a less than friendly look, but luckily the room had cleared of all but them. “It is well.” He answered in clipped tones, making it clear he didn’t particularly want to discuss his relationship with Sinistra any further. But then his expression melted into a coy smirk, and he raised an eyebrow. Luckily, they were alone to discuss such things. “Why? Are you offering?” He asked with a chuckle, rubbing the edge of his glass along his bottom lip before taking another sip and returning it to rest against the arm of his chair. 

Sylar hummed noncommittally, happy but not as excited as Evan. Although excitement was an emotion Sylar had scarcely felt at all after the age of eleven. He wondered idly what it would be like to take the other man out in the field with him for a case - perhaps he had missed his calling. “Even if they don’t, we’ll give them another reminder.” He said easily, picking at a spot under his nail that was either dirt or blood. He sighed heavily, but not unhappily. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m sure I’ll figure out something fun to do.” He grinned mischievously, his eyes flashing a deep red color for just an instant as he pondered the possibilities, lifting his glass to his lips.

-

Evan, in contrast only grinned more widely at the response, it told him all he needed to know. Even a man who could have any face could, at times, not mask his expressions. The follow-up question had him leaning back and spreading his legs just a fraction wider. He took a long drag of his cigar, blew the smoke to the side and looked back, “If you like.” he replied lightly, “I’m good. I’m very, very good.” Not a boast, just a fact, “And I find the thrill of an evening like this serves as the greatest of foreplay.” he chuckled, “As does Lucius, by the way.”

He tilted his head, not breaking his gaze towards Sylar as he lifted the glass of whiskey to his lips and took sip, “Does that sound like something fun to do?” After all, he had no plans and frankly it wasn’t as though either or them would value the act as anything more than an enjoyable way to end a thrilling evening. “If not, I have several French aristocrats who’d enjoy my company.” Including the son and daughter of a rather prominent French pureblood Duke and Duchess; odds were he’d marry the daughter, inherent the title and had the brother on the side; but those were affairs to settle in a decade or two.    

As a child she had always been a leader, the queen bee with a posse to follow behind her, but she had always been more power driven than anything. Bella knew she was powerful, from the books and spells she invested in throughout all her life, but there was always more for her to sink her teeth into. So when she stumbled upon everything that was Lord Voldemort, she found herself shifting to be a follow. A devoted one at that. He held a power so impossible he was mesmorizing, she wanted to be like that, and he had promised she could accompany him in his journey to take over the world. If he said run, then she would follow. If he said kill, then she would too, without any hesitation. But she knew not everyone found themselves as devoted as she did and that was alright, more room for her to be right at the top of things.

Rolling her eyes at her cousin, Bella could never understand his ways sometimes, “They are servants. They don’t need love, they just need to be kept busy.” Sure she had grown up with a selection of elves but they brough her tea, did her organizing, ran her errands, simple things that they were required to do as servants. She didn’t have to love them for them to get the job done. Her interest peaking slightly at the mention of his after hours activities, murder was just up her alley of fun as well. “And, please do tell, that you made the mudblood pay the price. What I would give to have a fun night like that one, well aside from those threesomes, that is all you dear cousin.”

-

Evan wasn’t a leader, for the simple fact that he had no desire for it. He was charismatic, pragmatic, intelligent and all the other lorded qualities a leader needed to possess but, he had no care for those who might follow him. Their Dark Lord, in his own way, had some care for his Death Eaters, as did Bella; it was far from conventional but it existed. Evan though? No. He was but himself and had no desire to deal with others beyond having them spectate his perfect shows. “No one needs love, Sweet Bella,” he chuckled, “That’s a fairytale poor people tell themselves to distract from their plight. No the boon of love is loyalty; you love our Lord, in your way, do you not?” he asked, “And thus you would tell him anything, do any task he bid though you and act on initiative to see his goals fulfilled?”

He smirked, already knowing the answer, “Any creature in love will do the same. Give affection and receive it a thousand fold.” Letting the words sink in he continued, “Elves are akin to dirt to most, thus they are talked around as though they lack ears. But they hear things.” he whispered, “And they go where we cannot. Think of affection for them as one more way to please our Lord. After all, how do you think I found us so many talented required and removed... less loyal ones, in the past?” he chuckled and grinned, showing a little too much teeth, “In spades. Their screams were quite,” he sighed lowly, “Addictive. A shame to deny yourself such carnal pleasure. If you ever find darling Rod to be growing a little stale, just let me know. I’ll find you a man, or spend a night with yours and educate him.... Carnally.”  

“My mother says so many silly things that I tend to not listen most of the time….” The blonde mused with a little laugh. It was true. Her mother could be daft at times, and Narcissa took most things she said with a pinch of salt. She just raised an eyebrow at him. She’d never really been a fan of elves to be honest. She let Lucius deal with theirs most of the time. “I let Lucius deal with ours” She mused, a dismissive wave of her hand. Of course, she knew as the lady of the house she should have been managing them herself, but she really could not be bothered. Another thing she didn’t tell her mother, since she figured she would not be too happy with that.

“I am very happy indeed my dear.” She agreed with a nod. “I don’t need to be getting my hands all dirty like you lot.” And she really did not want too. Narcissa was very happy with what she did, and she had no desire to involve herself the way those nearest to her have. “So I’ve heard…” She mused with a laugh. Bellatrix had also been one to talk about it before too. It just amused Narcissa. “But he’s rather moody when you guys don’t achieve your goal.”

-

“You’d break her heart if she overheard you saying such wicked things,” Evan replied, though the smirk on his face inferred he wasn’t exactly upset by the notion. “But, what she doesn’t heart can’t hurt her.” In the end, they all said wicked things behind closed doors, even the most pious of folk. He tutted slightly, “Cousin, you do yourself a disservice, the lady of the house should be well aware of the help; their likes, dislikes, needs, fears, among other things. Wizards speak around elves as though they weren’t there, and every piece of information can have value when applied correctly.” That was his area of expertise after all, or at least one of them.

“And can be clean and one can be dirty.” he smirked, “That’s why the lord gave us two. And I like to make full use of everything given to me.” He trod the boons of light and dark in equal measure and found pleasure in them both, it was odd to him others didn’t do the same. But then, so few lacked his talent for a perfect visage. Evan snorted softly, “We’re at war, that alone means there’ll be losses on either side. They’re hardly personal.” So long as Evan himself didn’t directly lose, what cause had he for grief?

It had been a rather productive evening, in her own opinion. They had taken out a good handful of families that went against their beliefs, but their work was nowhere near complete. Either way, Sinistra had fun, and she couldn’t wait until next time. It was the early hours of the morning before they’d finished their task, most of her fellow Death Eaters had taken off to one of the safehouse for a bit of a celebration. But Sinistra went home instead, intending on returning to the safehouse after cleaning herself up a bit. As much fun as she had, she wasn’t about to go sit around and have a drink covered in blood.

It took her about an hour to clean herself up and return back to the safehouse, only to find Evan retelling stories of their evening. A smile spread across her lips as she sank into the couch next to him, “Are you going to tell everybody that story? I’m getting a little tired of hearing it.” She teased as she settled in beside him, waving her wand to summon a bottle of whiskey and a glass towards her.

Pouring herself a glass of whiskey, Sinistra took a sip, raising a brow at Evan as he went on. “As if you don’t kiss hand every time you see him.” She continued to tease, “Although, I do have to admit, tonight was especially fun.”

-

Evan tutted, a small pout on his features as he took Sinistra in, “Really now, are you so keen to put the glory of the evening behind us, Sinistra? You could’ve basked in the visceral feeling of the chaos you wrought the blood you spilled,” he smirked up at her, his face still marred with the blood of traitors, “But no, you toddle off home and wash it all away,” he sighed and took a large swig from his whiskey. “So sad.” Others were just as bloodied as him, Lucius, Sylar... speaking of. “In the vein of ‘stories’ of I saw your dear fiance not long ago; have you both found paramours you can actually stand yet?”

That was to be his fate at some point, of course he’d likely find a French wife, possible even French nobility to further the family name and wealth, if she had an open mind all the better, if not he’d still make it work, and it would be perfect... Or she’d tragically pass after providing him an heir. “It’s an excellent story my darling that should be immortalised in song.” he added lightly.

“I do, for he is my Lord and Liege and commands absolute respect,” And he favoured Evan in return with opportunities such as these and others meant just for him. “Hmm, I believe the city will free the scar we’ve left for decades to come, and isn’t that wonderful.”      

Sylar had had quite the eventful night himself, and while it put him in a good mood, certainly, it didn’t give him quite the rush it seemed that it did Evan. It almost made him jealous - but this was the sort of thing Sylar did day in and day out, just another day in the office. Well, that was a bit of a stretch, but still - the catharsis didn’t seem quite as heightened for himself. But he grinned anyway, not one to pass up an opportunity to relish in a night of chaos and mayhem.

“As always, Rosier.” He agreed, lifting his glass of scotch up in a cheers, the light catching on a smudged fingerprint in blood on the side of his glass. He had kept himself cleaner than the other man, but it wasn’t to say he hadn’t partaken just as much. “For me, it’s the look in their eyes when they realize I’m not there to help.” Sylar chuckled, shaking his head in delight as he took a sip of his drink and changed his features to a well known Auror and member of the Order, before pitching his voice higher in a crude imitation of a begging woman. “Oh, thank goodness you’re here, sir! Please help us!” He rolled his eyes as he let his features return to normal. “Pathetic.”

-

When one had to hold up such a perfect reputation, chances for chaos of this level came few and far between; a threesome and murder in Paris didn’t hold the same weight as crushing blood traitors under his thumb on the streets of London. “Ahh, Master Sylar, how is your engagement to darling Sinistra coming along?” he asked teasingly, taking a large swig of his whiskey and another drag of his cigar, “And, more importantly, have you both found partners to go to when the energy of a fruitful evening has you full to burst?”

He snorted softly at the face change, “Such a useful skill and a truly wicked execution, I’m almost jealous. Hope is such a delicious thing to crush, you can literally watch the glow fade from their eyes, like a fairy’s wings after you’ve ripped them asunder.” he let out a low humming noise and lent further back into the armchair, spreading his legs a little more, “We did good work this eve, I believe the city shall remember it for years to come, a memorialisation in violence, I can think of no better legacy or earthly pleasure. But what about you?” he asked lightly, “What earthly pleasures will you seek on the back of this boon?”  

“Psh. Like I have any doubts.” Narcissa mused, a smirk on her lips. Narcissa knew that she was good looking. It was part of the Black genes. Although maybe it was the Rosier genes since there was no denying that Evan here was handsome too. Cissa just raised an eyebrow as she watched him refer to her house elf. “Did you jus call my house elf Sweet thing? He’s going to start thinking about his sanction.” Narcissa scolded, but clearly in a teasing manner. Narcissa could barely remember ever being annoyed at Evan. Which was a big thing, because most people annoyed her.

“Oh Evan.” Narcissa just laughed, shaking  head. Oh he really did amuse her. She raised an eyebrow at him next. “Oh no. Im fine not joining you thank you very much.” She mused, shaking her head. “I have no need to have that ghastly mark marring my pretty skin.” And she had no intentions of getting herself involved. “Anyway, you, Bella and Lucius get up to another chaos without needing to add me to the mix”

-

“Remember what dear Aunt Druella said: ‘doubts are the poor mans spectre.’” he chuckled, she really was a battle-axe of a woman, though Evan, perfect pureblood such as he was, had always been one of her favourites. “He is my sweet thing.” Evan smirked, “Staff work for you as is their duty, but staff who love you will go beyond their station my darling, and elf magic can function in ways that our own cannot.” His little darling had proven so useful to him, sharing her abilities and skills to further his own goals, “That and you know I do so love being adored.” And the smallest of kindnesses caused adoration in the little creatures.

Evan sighed, “Pity, still if keeping a beautiful home and steel-grip on society is all you require for happiness dear cousin then why not.” He wouldn’t deny her, “Ahh yes, Lucius,” he smirked, “I’ve noticed he becomes so very, energetic following a job well done, I assume you enjoy the result of such energy when he returns to you.” he chuckled lowly, “He’s a sight to behind in the moment, dear ‘Cissa.”  

Despite being close with her cousin, there were times when Bella was skeptical of Evan’s nightly affairs. Sure she enjoyed creating a bit of chaos and mischief every now and again but she was needed here by the Dark Lord’s side more. Things were growing on their end of the war and she didn’t want to let herself get too distracted by the carelessness of the other muggles in the world. As long as Evan knew the dangers if he was to ever get caught nor did he allow anyone to be able to follow a trail back to him, she didn’t care if he was spending his nights wherever he wanted.

Rolling her eyes at the glass in her cousin’s hand, the brunette allowed the short embrace between the two of them, “Of course because we wouldn’t want to upset them.” She replied sarcastically as she gestured for him to take a seat opposite her. As she rested an arm across the back of the loveseat she had taken to, Bella quirked an eyebrow in his direction as he recalled his choice of location this time, “Paris? That’s where you decided on for the night?” She had of course visited the city of love many times with the Lestranges to visit family and deal with their French affairs but she couldn’t recall a time when she visited the city for any torture or fun. “And what is it that made it oh so fabulous to you?”

-

His senior cousin was utterly devoted to their Lord, he didn’t hold it against her. Evan understood and of course was also loyal to the man, The Dark Lord promised him chaos and madness and war and he’d delivered in spades. But, he enjoyed moving further afield, satiating himself in other countries, in other ways. He was an expert in the art by now and had never been traced, he doubted he ever would be. Though the thought wasn’t born from arrogance, he was careful, and he was clever, they both knew the Dark Lord wouldn’t allow him such freedom otherwise.

“Quite so,” he grinned, “After all, while they can and shall do our bidding I’ve discovered they’ll go the extra mile for a master, or mistress, who truly loves them.” Elf magic was powerful and underestimated, his darling house elf had secured him entry to places he’d otherwise be barred from and hidden things in a way no witch nor wizard would ever find. “Indeed, the city of love, light and culture, my ancestral home.” he sighed happily, a low chuckle following at her question, “Hmm, a threesome in the evening with a viscount and a duchess and a murder in the small hours with a mudblood who had designs above their station.” his grin was predatory though his words were light.  

A rule since day one was that Lucius didn’t bring work home. No matter what, who or when it was, he was to come home like any other day and move on. When he got home, he was to not tell Narcissa anything that could even think about incriminating them moving forward. While the world may be aware of how shitty of a person Lucius was, he was smart enough to never tie himself to a crime- and excluding Narcissa out of that was one of the ways. Granted, she had also made it very clear that she didn’t want any part of the nitty gritty and would much rather pretend like nothing was happening anyway. So, that’s how he ended up with Evan again. Both men were covered in blood, and Lucius couldn’t tell it was his wand or himself that was vibrating from the night’s events. It hadn’t seemed that long ago since the last victims, but it seemed like every cell in his body was made new just from the simple experience. Evan was having his own come to Jesus meeting which always made Lucius laugh. They had grown up together and now to have things like this tucked under their belt almost made him laugh. Starting shit in Hogwarts to literal muggle torture. What a circle. Lucius wiped the blood from his eyebrow that was threatening to blind him and he laughed in Evan’s general direction. ‘ I’ve always been one for the quiet ones. They are so unaware that they can’t do anything. ‘ He joked. He gently tossed his matching mask to the side before leaning against a table, careful not to make anything too obvious that they were here. ‘ The all powerful provider. ‘ Lucius agreed, smirking over at his friend

-

Evan had no such rules, merely a perfect reputation to maintain, his kindness, his looks, his fashion and his charity. It wouldn’t do to be found out by anyone who’d then need to be disposed of. Well, he’d likely enjoy the disposing but as the old adage went ‘don’t shit where you eat.’ “Hmm, you’re almost good enough to eat all worked up like this Luci,” Evan teased, “Am I correct in thinking my darling cousin is in for a most energetic evening?” Despite the closeness he and Lucius had shared in their school years, Evan was pleased the man had found his dear Cissa, they were a handsome pair; that didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease, it was simply in his character.

Evan reclined on the plush sofa, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other. His Death Eater mask sat beside him and he’d flung off his cape as he strolled inside; for all it was meant to hide he’d been particularly vicious tonight and most of his shirt and a good portion of his face was smothered in blood, the war liquid now cool and congealing but he felt no rush to change or clean up. 

No. He was basking in the afterglow. To torture, to rip, to kill with such ruthless proficiency, oh there was nothing else like it. “A job well done I say,” he said lowly, voice lazy, satisfied, “I have to say there’s nothing to match the glorious sound of a cut-off scream. It’s second only to broken hope, like when I told the father I’d spare his daughter if he barked and crawled around the mongrel he was. I don’t know what was more satisfying, that he did it, or the look on his face when I slit the girl’s throat in front of him.” He laughed and took a drag of his cigarette. 

“I tell you, when the Dark Lord promises one a fun evening, he delivers in spades, remind me to kiss his hand in thanks at the next convening.”

“I mean…..that is quite true” Narcissa mused, a smirk on her lips. She was quite picky about whom she chose to be around. It was mostly because because she couldn’t stand most people in their world. Family was a bit of a different subject. But even then, she couldn’t stand some of her family. It was a shame that some of those she loved most she technically could not see anymore. It sucked. Evan though, was okay, she supposed. “And I suppose you’re not so bad company” Everyone was less decent company than she was though. Narcissa prided herself on being good company.  

“You should let yourself go more. No wonder you’re so upright” Cissa teased, a little grin on her lips now. She loved the banter than she and Evan had. It made her forget some of the shit that was going on around them. “I mean I am very capable of getting my own ingredients” And she also had a great husband that got some too. “Oh Evan. Why must you be so violent. You’re sounding like Bella”

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“Hmm, only quite?” Evan cooed, smirking in return, “Really Cissa, what would dear Auntie Druella say if she heard you having any slight doubts about your beauty?” he teased. Of course Aunties Walburga and Druella simply adored Evan and he took pleasure in being the favourite nephew, especially when Sirius and Regulus had been such letdowns. “Hmm? Oh we both know that’s an outright lie,” he clicked his fingers and the house elf appeared, “Sweet Thing, could you bring me a wine? Rosé, chilled, thank you.” his blinding smile had the little creature bowing low and vanishing with a crack.

“I’m the finest company English society has to offer.” he chuckled, “And being so make me a little uptight from time to time and thus,” he spread his hands, “I find ways to execise my passions discreetly. Would you deny a many such comforts to exalt your husband or beautiful self?” he asked, smiling as the elf returned and placed the glass into his hand, “Thank you Sweet Thing.” As the elf vanished he continued, “Oh I should love to sound like Bella, she and I have explored some wonderful depravities together. I do wish you’d join us.”    

Where: Informal Living Room, Lestrange Manor Who: @exanrxsier​

Giving the strong influence the movement currently had on the Wizarding World, Bella felt as though she never had enough time to spend on herself. Not that she truly minded, of course, as she was doing her best every day to make sure they were moving closer and closer to the Dark Lord’s goal in life. Soon enough they would have no problem showing the world just how much needed changing and it was only then that she would find herself truly relaxed. But on days like today when she had no previous missions to attend to or social gatherings to oversee, she took her mornings easy with a bit of breakfast and coffee arranged for her in her room. It was only the appearance of an elf to alert her of a visitor that she even ventured downstairs, not even surprised to see her cousin standing in the room. “Truthfully I don’t even know why the elves bother presenting you,” She mused, moving into the room before taking a seat on one of the loveseats. “You make an appearance almost every week at roughly the same time, it’s like clock work.”

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Evan was on the tail end of an evening out in French, the Pure-Blood society of his ancestral homeland was a favourite haunt of his lately, the gossip was always fresh, the people were beautiful and so much more open-minded plus... Paris was such a densely packed city, it was so easy for a one little person to go missing and then he could have a whole different kind of fun with a hapless muggle or mudblood. And then he returned home with the rising sun.

He strolled into Bella’s home as though he owned the place, politely requesting a glass of mimosa from a house elf and pulled off his outer cloak; beneath he wore leather pants and deep purple waistcoat with no shirt, his arms and a good portion of his chest bare. As the lady of the house walked in he was sipping his mimosa and smirked, “The little darlings so enjoy the role, I’d never dare take it from them,” he pouted, sweeping up to Bella and pulling her into an embrace, “Darling Cousin, I just had the most fabulous evening in Paris, you really should step into French of an evening, and I do mean step into.” he chuckled lowly, taking another sip of his drink as he pulled back.