but this crown has grown so very heavy, and i have become tired of seeing blood red stains soiling ALL that i touch.
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but this crown has grown so very heavy, and i have become tired of seeing blood red stains soiling ALL that i touch.
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what scares you the most?
there are, of course, two ways to take the question asked. both are honest enough to loosen his tongue, but there's something unwilling in the way he sits, before he answers, like it would be wrong - or... align too much with the fear itself - to delve too deep. theseus is so young. she's growing up in such an uncertain world. sometimes he stays awake all night worried that he won't be there to see who she becomes. sometimes, he worries he will be, and his presence won't have been enough to make it any better for her. he chews on that for a little while longer before he says, with something of a smile, "heights. back at castelobruxo, i fell off of my broom during the final match of the season. i was keeper, and i got hit real good by a bludger - it hurt, and i haven't flown since."
𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚈 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚁 » currently not accepting !
「 ♡ 」 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 » on arturo de la rosa, damaris vector, fleur delacour, marietta edgecombe & pansy parkinson!
𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : diagon alley !
he should've just taken antigone up on the offer to watch theseus while he popped down to diagon alley. though she always jumped at the chance to accompany him and arturo didn't often tell her no, there was really only so much that he could take. last time, it had been the accidental tipping over of a barrel of beetle eyes - juice and all - that he'd had to pay the apothecary back for. this time- "i can pay the dry cleaning." he'd only taken his eyes off of her for a few seconds. long enough to turn around and grab a handful of napkins to try and stop such a thing from happening, but it'd been PLENTY of time for her to bump into someone else with her fortescue ice cream, and arturo was sheepish as he offered napkins and awkwardly pulled out his wallet to offer a little more, too. "here. you need 'em."
“ thank merlin. ” she smiles with relief at arturo, only realising that a certain level of boredom-induced dread had started to settle in once he'd offered freedom from it. polite instinct wanted to insist oh, i don't mind, but there's no one here to pretend for, so the truth has an easy path outwards. if he'd wanted to stay and watch the presentation, maybe clementine would've been inclined to be more polite, but equally, she knew who she was coming along with. “ didn't they use to have the lookers doing this? attract the crowds? ” it starts as a bit of a whine about getting older, the interns looking younger and younger each year, but inspiration strikes and suddenly she's teeing up, grinning wickedely, and this is a much more fun conversation to start. “ i suppose you got tired of it? ”
in this, they're alike; a good junior head would probably feel bothered by clem's relief, like her lack of interest in his department's presentation was a commentary on how she felt about his company, as a whole. instead, he just grins. the pomp & circumstance of his position - and his complete indifference to it, in the day to day - is something that hasn't changed since he was promoted. "like you said, they like to employ the lookers," uncharacteristically self deprecating for the purpose of a chuckle, he gives a sort of one shouldered shrug, as if it wasn't his decision that changed this years lineup, "'suppose i'm getting too old and grey. lucky for you, that means our freedom is pretty close." he ponders, a moment, wonders whether it's appropriate to go there & then thinks, oh, what the hell. what's this sort of fun between friends ? "lucky for me, too. it'll be great for my image for everyone downstairs to see i can still score a knockout in my senior years."

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : level two, ministry of magic ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 : @rebuildeds !
"we can fuck off back to the atrium after this," he promises, his words a whisper reserved for clem alone, spoken close to her ear as he closes appropriate distance between them, briefly, and then puts it back in place again. small mercies exist everywhere, one of them being that while there are appearances for him to keep up at the gala, his plus one won't be required to sit through this years presentation; a competent intern has been trusted in his stead, and the most arturo expects them to have to do is this. show their faces, clap politely, make himself available in case there's anything last minute, slip out the back once the lights went down. there's champagne with his name on it downstairs, and he's pretty happy with the company he has to share it with. "five minutes. tops."
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: closed for arturo de la rosa ( @iustitiias ) 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: nearby the healer's hut at the cadbury ren faire
to see her colleagues of the ministry wandering the faire in costumes was a delight to moira, she was someone whom enjoyed any excuse for dressing up, her colleagues were another story. "de la rosa! not chasing bad guys today?" her voice is chipper as she walks over to the auror and his daughter, basil hanging off her own hand with a bright grin on his face; just like moira, basil is a chatterbox and a persons-person, shown as he slips from his mum and begins to speak at five miles a minute to theseus. "are you enjoying everything so far?"
anything theseus wanted, theseus tended to get - even when it was her dad dressed up in the theme with clothes that he'd had to borrow from polyneices. they were spoiling her, no denying, but with everything that had happened of late ( the untimely death of a beloved aunt being right up there ), they were both content to do so. at least she'd decided that 'gracious' was a part of her princesses character, happily entertaining the others little boy as arturo turned to face her, proper. "we're all entitled to our day off," he says, easily, content with ignoring the fact that he so rarely took his own, these days. he doesn't seem nearly as put out by his next words as they'd imply, too much adoration for his daughter in his eyes for them to be taken as anything other than playfully exasperated, "and she just had to be here. i'm not a fan, but i'll make do. you?"
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when: june 1st, approx. 11:00pm where: arturo's home ! who: @iustitiias
cautionary tale: you can light the match and throw it at something you love, convince yourself it is for everyone's own good, but what do you do when that fire is done burning and nothing has turned to ash? you end up on their doorstep, apparently. perhaps knowing better, but ignoring that thought all together. lit only by the porch light stands kaela - in her arms is the gift bag received earlier that day. when the front door finally breaks open, she smiles ( a far cry from how she was the last time she found herself in this same spot ), reaching for the bottle within her bag. "some guy bought me some birthday gifts and i'm in the spirit of sharing, if you'll have me."
maybe it was chance that theseus was staying with her dad, tonight, and he had tomorrow off. maybe he'd just decided on a whim to get his place in order, a swish of a hand here & a bit of elbow grease, there, all to be able to say that for the first time in a while, his house was in an acceptable condition for guests to visit. he'd bought a bag of ice for the freezer / lit one of those ridiculously named yankee candles, in the living room / changed his bed, for good measure. maybe he'd been expecting it, all along. arturo can't quite bring himself to admit it, not even to himself, but maybe he'd been hoping. maybe that was the point. there was 'being nice' and 'being romantic', and the difference lay in that grey area between whether he was being a good friend because they were amicable exes or whether he was being a good friend because they were amicable exes. he wasn't fully sure which it was, but when the moment comes to answer the door, he isn't slow to do it because he's busy elsewhere - it's cause he got stuck at the mirror in the hallway, making sure he looked put together. "some guy, huh ?" bemused and playing it cool, the fact that he pushes himself close to the wall and opens the door that much wider for her to pass says it all, "do you think he had that in mind ?"
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" sir, no. that is not where that … sir! you need to pick that up. " stern tone appears to fall on deaf ( or ignorant ) ears, because the person roshana is attempting to reach only continues to walk further away, refusing to spare the litter they’ve just carelessly discarded on the floor a second glance. jaw clenches tight, teeth grinding together & she opts to let this one go. it isn’t even five yet. the night is still young; best to save that energy for the chaos that’s bound to start once game finishes. " the bin was right there. " exasperated words are spoken more to herself this time, casting a sigh in the direction of the trashcan mere inches from where offender had been standing. it was going to be a long weekend. her own fault, if she thinks about it, for volunteering to work, but what else was hana going to do? events like this drip in everything dirk would’ve adored & it leaves too bitter a taste in her mouth for her to truly enjoy. reaching down, she all but snatches up rubbish. in her haste, shoulder bumps into another person. " shit. sorry. — don’t blame me. blame the … " long, deep breath in. don’t be rude, be professional. " … people who were apparently never taught to tidy up after themselves. "
catching the tail end of roshana's rather one sided conversation, he doesn't take any offense when she proceeds to shoulder jostle him. it's his own fault for reaching down for that enraging piece of rubbish in the same moment as her but without making his presence known, and when he pulls back - rubbing his shoulder where the pain lies, but only to smooth it out - he does so with enough of a friendly smile in place to communicate that all is well with them. " bad day, " it's not really a question. she seems to be struggling and he knows what that's like, even if he doesn't have to go through the same troubles as usual by virtue of being on one of the charity teams. " you've got a lot more coming to you before the day's done, my friend. if you took to drinking on the job, i'd get it. "
and it truly is quite a remarkable gift. ⸻ the ability of somehow always managing to place one’s self at attention’s not - so - sweet centre, though never for the right reasons. trouble loved a macnair, all but following them around at every corner and disownment apparently didn’t give andie an escape. if anything, she seemed to fall victim to it most of all, drawn towards drama like a foolish moth heading straight towards flame. " oh, we’re good. you don’t have to apologise. i’ve got a pretty impressive track record when it comes to awkward situations. you’d have to do way worse than this to even make the top ten. " it isn’t as if she’s completely blameless either, her own crime of stolen pyjamas still shoved at the bottom of bedside drawer. one hand reaches out to gratefully accept drink, already taking a sip, while the other briefly settles on arturo’s arm to offer a reassuring squeeze before falling back down at side. " i’ve grown up with pretty thick skin. it takes a lot more than that to unnerve me. " or something along those lines. gaze drifts towards the aforementioned twins, then back to date, flashing a smile. " besides, at least it keeps things interesting, right? everything here looks so pretty. i can think of worse places to be public enemy one in. "
" really ? " one brow quirks upwards the same as the corners of his mouth, at that, visible relief & clear amusement reading plain across his face, " what features at the top three ? " he finds that hard to believe if he's being honest, but his curiosity is genuine enough, well meant enough that it's clear he's not here to JUDGE. he couldn't, even if he wanted. arturo's lived a lot in the last few years & this might be up there, for him, but the end of his and kaela's relationship has proven there will always be something much worse around the corner. speaking of that particular devil - andie's hand on his arm is the temporary salve he needs to stop glancing in her direction, though it won't last forever. he'll text, eventually, asking her to cut it out - but for now he's grounded in the moment, his answering smile small, but bright. " i'll give you that one. the malfoy's know how to throw a party, " and waste MONEY doing it, but he thinks andie will have that thought without him having to say it aloud. they're kind of alike in that sense. " we're already on the shit list. you wanna dance, make it worth our while ? "
𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : malfoy manor, wiltshire ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 : @hoggleswart / andie macnair !
" i think i owe you an apology, " and it isn't much, really, but until they get out from beneath the thumb of the upper echelon, the best he's been able to do is grab one of the cocktails from a server platter so that he can present it with a sheepish smile. that feeling is unfamiliar to him, honestly, though it's not everyday that he manages to write himself into the karkaroff twins bad books - it was probably always gonna happen, at least someday, but merlin, he wishes that he hadn't gotten andie caught in the crossfire. hence the drink. " i knew she wouldn't act right, but i should've given you a better heads up, " or any heads up, really, though this is another thing that arturo neglects to add, " mikaela doesn't mean any harm by lookin'. nikolai, on the other hand... "

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A Time to Kill (1996) dir. Joel Schumacher
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