Amycus Carrow

This wedding was rather dull if he was honest. The colors, the ceremony, the people...it all just left Amycus bored. Wandering around the catering he figured he could make poke fun at the soft and squishy caterer. It was all fun and games but he did so much love making him fluster.

A grin stayed plastered on his face as he watched eyes scan him. “Amycus Carrow,” he explained as he eyes the other once more. He knew that suit the more he was able to study it. In his line of work he visited the shop rather frequently. He chuckled softly before shaking his head. “The only way I’m fucking someone in their suit is if it didn’t crawl out of a dumpster.” Even then he preferred no clothing during sex.

Fletcher hadn't been invited to the wedding but the threat of being caught and thrown back out wasn't enough to keep him from showing up anyway to see what he might be able to fit into his pockets. Once he'd succeeded in sneaking in through the back gate Fletcher lit a smoke and then immediately found his way to the pavilion where all the refreshments were being kept. He was never one to turn down the opportunity of free food. Lingering in front of a table full of various cheeses and a table full of intricate little tarts, he shoved as many of the treats as he could into the pockets of his dress pants. There was one very small, very pink caterer present though it didn't seem like he was going to say anything as he watched Fletcher take several of his perfect little tarts and shove them haphazardly away for later. He paused only to pop a handful of little cheese cubes into his mouth before continuing as he had been. Hearing footsteps and feeling the usual prickle across his skin that came when he was being watched, he muttered gruffly to whoever had approached him, "take a photo then, or fuck right off. Merde."

This wedding was rather dull if he was honest. The colors, the ceremony, the people...it all just left Amycus bored. Wandering around the catering he figured he could make poke fun at the soft and squishy caterer. It was all fun and games but he did so much love making him fluster.

If Amycus truly believed that Antonin would back down, the wizard had a thing coming to him. His mouth opened, his tongue searching out the other, battling for dominance, gripping tighter at the back of the neck of the other's. He didn't know how long the kiss lasted, pulling back that his teeth scraped harshly across their lower lip, breaking the skin.

Dominance wasn't something that Amycus did. Anyone who knew him knew that he was far better at taking orders than giving them. Even during the kiss he happily let Antonin's tongue take the lead rather than fighting for his own. As teeth scraped his lower lip he grinned with the taste of blood and sting of pain that came with it. That was more like it.

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Amycus was growing more and more bored by the second. He wanted to leave or break something, maybe both. He had been eyeing one of the more expensive things in the manor to see just what kind of sound it would make if it were to shatter against he floor. It could be put back together, probably, but he was itching to cause something.

Anytime there weren't eyes on her, Greta could feel her expression shift into a sour look. Luckily there weren't often eyes on her as she was simply catering and not an actual attendee. She preferred it that way, things like these were never her thing. She'd never really gotten along with her Slytherin classmates, she thought that perhaps it was because she was from a different country, but that wasn't actually it. No, they were all mostly too full of themselves or too worried about what others thought of them. It was exhausting. Seeing a head of bright red hair, Greta's smile turned on, slightly more genuine than usual. No, she wasn't really friends with the Carrow twins, but at least she knew that Amycus wasn't boring. "Pick your poison, got lots of options." She held out the tray of hors d'oeuvres towards him. - @karmacarrow

There is this saying about ideal hands not being good, and when it came to Amycus Carrow it was completely true. He had been idle too long and now he had to do something. This wedding was the most boring event he'd been to in a while. Where was the fun, the pizazz, the life?

Antonin found it entertaining that Amycus figured he would scare people off at Alecto's bar. He understood how much that bar meant to the witch. "I don't think asking her a simple question, quietly, would harm anyone." The smirk remains on his features. "Unless, you really don't want to hear that you sister calls me Daddy." There were times where he had fucked Alecto in that very bar when people were gone, or in her office, with people in. He liked a good adrenaline chase.

With his head tilted he furrowed his brows for a moment. "Oh you never know who is listening in," he mused. At the comment he righted his head before laughing once more. The other man must not have figured out that the twins talked about everything. He knew more about other men than most thought, but he loved it. He loved those sleepovers with his sister where they spilled everything. "Even if she did, it would take more than that to bother me." As soon as there were nails digging into his skin he couldn't help but lean into the pain. Now this is what he was talking about. Being up close he slipped an arm around the other's back. His other hand moved to grasp Antonin's moving it to the front of his neck. "It looks far better here you know. Too bad you are all talk and no show."

Playing this game was dangerous, maybe that was why Amy liked it so much. Hearing the words was a little fuzzy, he got distracted by the growl. He barked out with laughter shortly after though, the words catching up to him. "She would never call you that, that is a good one." He almost doubled over in laugher from it.

There was a spark in his eyes, one that held on the edge of madness and corruption. He knew the words he was able to get out of the twin's sister, the sweet noises she would make. The laughter didn't bother him, it only fuelled. "She's working right now. Should we go ask her?" He had no qualms showing up at Alecto's bar and ask her, maybe even allow him to hear how it sounds coming from his sister.

It was a well kept secret, but Amycus didn't care what people told him about his sister. Why? Well they would always talk and no topic was off limits really. "Her wrath if you scare off some of her customers. The bar is her baby and if you fuck with it, not my fault she'll gut you like a fish." He would laugh as he watched though. It would be a fun time.

A darkness flashed within Dolohov's eyes, beckoning the other to start this, a wicked smirk etching into his features, knowing in a few moments, they might not like what he had to share. He closed the space between them, leaning his head in to whisper in Amycus' ear. "I can tell you who looks real good on her knees." He growled. "She has a such a pretty mouth." A beat. "Don't worry, she already calls me daddy, especially when she's coming around me." Antonin pulls back, creating some distance between them. "If you really want to know how well endowed I am, you should ask your sister."

Playing this game was dangerous, maybe that was why Amy liked it so much. Hearing the words was a little fuzzy, he got distracted by the growl. He barked out with laughter shortly after though, the words catching up to him. "She would never call you that, that is a good one." He almost doubled over in laugher from it.