It was hard not the miss the discomfort that came with each time they met. An odd concept considering the time they had spent together, but that was none of his business. To much of ones surprise, he only cared for indulging, the thought of the one not something he focused on. "Who isn't a mess underneath." He winks at Micah, taking a sip of his drink.
If Antonin was being honest, he was about done with the night as well, he had done his duties, whatever that might have be, and with the night winding down, his presence was no longer required; at least in his opinion. His hand reached out for the joint, occasions like this, he didn't see the harm. "And what do you plan to do with the rest of your night?" He had no desire to bring anyone home, getting his fill for the night. Though, it did prompt him to an idea of seeing them another time.
Micah let out a breath of a chuckle when he winked at them, dark eyes slipping heavily down to watch his mouth while he continued to sip at his drink. "M'messier than usual. My mess's usually right out in the open, where everyone can see it." A nice jumpsuit and some pretty flowers could only do so much for so long. Evidenced by the joint they pulled back to their mouth.
As soon as they were finished with it, he took it from them. Smoke spilled from their lips, Micah smiling and letting him have it. They were always open to share. Without hesitation, they took his drink from him in turn and took a long, slow sip. They were thirsty. It was too bad alcohol wasn't really going to help.
One shoulder lifted in a loose little shrug. "Same s'always, probably... Go find another high somewhere, someone t'fall against, more someones t'fall against..." their mind seemed to wander a little at the thought, Micah glancing away from him for a moment, biting their lip around a shameless sort of smile. When they returned to him, they handed back his glass. "What're you doing later...?"
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Placing the cool glass against his lips he took a sip of his drink. He never really thought much of Mulciber as a whole, but he knew one thing. They were fun to play with. There weren't emotions attached to them after all. There were no strings and that meant tonight was just to touch someone.
The rap of the knuckles was enough for Rodolphus to open the door. It didn't matter too much if anyone saw them, at least to Rod. He drew them in, tugging at the jacket they wore. "Inside, now."
Synopsis: The thread above continues below the read more. Micah and Rod have some no strings attached sex.
Micah: It didn't take long for Rod to open the door, and the man moved before Micah had time to lift their head and register him. Swaying a little, they followed the tugging guide of his hand, blinking theirself into the present. He looked thinner, his face looked a little empty. They were sure theirs probably still looked that way, too.
"Needy, yeah…?" they chuckled under their breath, letting their back find the door and slipping their arms up around his neck. Pulling him in, they crashed their mouth to his in a deep and eager kiss, moaning into it for him. They didn't need to talk. They knew what he wanted them for.
Rodolphus: It had been a year and a half since he had felt human. Nothing he had done while he was out had made him feel like he was anything but a hollow shell of what he used to be. He needed something, and that something was crashing against his mouth, deep and eager.
Rod didn't wait long, wrapping his arm around them, scooping them up to take them to the bedroom. There was no need to break the kiss along the way. The only reason the kiss ended was to put Micah on the bed. From there he started peeling away the lawyers that Micah had on.
Micah: Micah let out a surprised little moan before wrapping their legs around Rod's waist. Shifting theirself in his arms as they kissed, they managed to shrug out of their coat before they reached the bedroom. Their head rushed, dizzy and breathless when he pulled away to set them down. It gave them a moment to breathe before moving to help Rodolphus get their clothes off.
Pulling off their shirt revealed all of their scars and tattoos. They had a couple of new ones since Rod had last seen them, including a daisy just above their right collar bone. Craning theirself up to kiss him again, their hands immediately moved to pull his shirt off as well. Close together as they were, they could already feel the heat between them, coming off of his skin.
Rodolphus: It always impressed Rod to see how effortlessly Micah was able to move. There was always such grace involved that he just couldn't grasp coming from them. Rod had already started the button on his shirt before there were hands helping him. It gave him time to look over the skin of the other. The daisy was new, it was cute. His eyes scanned over them, taking in every inch of their form with hungry eyes.
Once his shirt was off it was clear how thin he was. His ribs poked out of his sides now where there used to be muscle. Overall he was much thinner, a ghost of who he was before. Rather than focus on that he kissed them back, moving onto the bed himself, pulling them down with him, so Micah was above him.
Micah: Their hands found his chest the moment that his shirt was out of their way, feeling firmly at his body, eyelids heavy as they took him in. His bones were prominent now, that was new. They slipped their arms around him, kissing him hard enough to distract theirself from the thought, their nails scraping into their hold on his shoulder blades.
The world seemed to spin again, Rod pulling them whichever way he wanted them. Finding theirself on top, they leaned over him, their long dark waves falling around the both of their heads while they kissed. Their knees squeezed at his hips as they gave a little circle of their own down against him, whimpering into his mouth when it made their crotch tingle. Their hands slipped down between them to pull at his belt, and then his trousers.
Rodolphus: The nails against his skin distracted him from the way the fingers felt against his bones. It didn't hurt but it was a cruel reminder of where he had been. Before the thoughts of it could linger he pressed himself into the kiss, deepening it as he did so. He focused on their taste. Smokey, just like he remembered.
It didn't take long before he could fell himself hardening against his trousers. The little circle had a moan fall form his lips into their mouth as he blindly worked at their trousers. He wanted their skin against his, it was so close and he needed it. Needed them on top of him riding him.
Micah: "Fuck," they mumbled, the word smeared between their lips. Forcing theirself to pull away from Rod, they sat up so they could peel off their pants, too wet and sticky now for the faux leather to be comfortable. Getting them off, they let them fall off to the side of the bed and dropped their hips back down flat against Rod's groin. They could feel the obvious shape of his bulge now, pressing up between their thighs.
Panting softly, they leaned back down to kiss him again, distracted by the pleasure of grinding theirself slowly back and forth against him.
Rodolphus: Rod watched, taking in the curves of their body as he slid his own pants off. His eyes fell to their lower half before growing wider. That was new. That was very new to him in fact. “Fuck;” he muttered softly.
His own mind was fuzzy as he took in the feeling of them grinding against him. The kiss was messy between hot breaths of moaning before lips locked again. Rod managed to get his boxers off as he settled his hands on Micah’s hips.
Micah: Micah found theirself smiling against his mouth, grinding just a little harder down against him at the thought of that look he'd had on his face while they'd leaned in. Their body had changed a little since they had last touched each other, it was good to see he was enjoying it as much as they were.
They shifted theirself on top of him, giving him room to take off the rest of his clothes. Feeling his hands on their hips, they pulled away to catch their breath. Looking down at him with their eyes dark and heavy, they continued to rock theirself on top of him, enjoying the way his length felt sliding up against their lips, brushing occasionally against their clit. Their hands found his shoulders, keeping them steady. "Fuck…" they shuddered, their thighs trembling. "Fuck… Feels nice…"
Rodolphus: Never had he expected one of his favorite toys to have gone and done something so impressive. He found himself grinding against their movements, wanting to feel every inch of them all over again.
As they rocked he moved one hand to roam over their body. He brushed his fingers over a nipple before following their body down. Eventually he found his way to their clit, pressing the sensitive button in slow circles. As much as he was enjoying the feeling he gave a pat to their ass with his free hand. "Feels better inside I bet."
Micah: Micah’s breath hitched when Rod began to move against them, returning their grinding with motions of his own and making them rock just a little harder. Their fingers curled against his shoulders, they let out a breath of a laugh as they shuddered again on top of him, harder this time.
“Yeah,” they answered, their jaw falling slack around panted breaths, positively dripping over him with his attention to their clit. The way it made pleasure throb through them was still new to them, maybe something they wouldn’t get used to. It was so good they didn’t really want to. “Bet it would- Put it in me-“
Lifting their hips with the guiding touch of Rod’s hand, they reached a hand under theirself to take hold of his cock, big and slick in their grasp. Giving it a squeeze, they stroked him slowly, coaxing more precum from his slit as they guided him up between their lips to line up with the source of their wetness. Just the feeling of his head pressing at their hole was enough to have them twitching against him in anticipation.
Rodolphus: Rod took note of the way his fingers brought out stronger rocks and the shudder that happened. He wouldn't bring them over the edge just yet, he wanted to hear them moan. He could feel the way the wetness grew the more he paid attention to that button that was oh so new. It wasn't his first rodeo around a pussy after all.
He moaned out with the squeeze of his cock as he moved to rock against their entrance softly. He brought their hips down on his length, filling them up with his length till they were pressing against his skin again. "Such a good kitten," he purred as he started to rock under them. "Ride me.." he panted out already a little breathless and they hadn't even started anything yet.
Micah: Rod immediately pulled them down onto his cock, Micah head tipping back with the motion as he hilted inside of them, biting their lip around a high-pitched moan. The hand that had been guiding his cock firmed against his groin, slowly slipping back up his body. Their head was spinning in a way that made his voice sound like it was ringing through their ears, through their entire head.
"Yes, sir," they answered, letting out a breath of a giggle as they lifted their hips and dropped theirself wholly back into his lap again. It sent a jolt of pleasure up into them that was impossible to ignore. "Fuck, yes sir."
Rolling their head forward again, they met his eyes through heavy lashes as they leaned down to kiss him again, and began to bounce in a steady rhythm on top of him. Both hands found his chest, squeezing at him and holding him there as they moved.
Rodolphus: The sound of the moan sent warmth through him in a way he hadn't ever expected. It was so nice to hear them, it made him feel human again. Rod's eyes closed as he felt them starting to lift, a moan falling from his lips. It had been a while since he had felt anything, and this was drawing every sense of pleasure back to him.
It was the last sir that he opened his eyes again. Swiftly he took a handful of Micah's hair, pressed his lips hungerly against their's. It wasn't as nice as it was last time, their hair. As much as he wanted to linger on the thought his mind was not there, he was busy rocking into them. Panting softly he moaned into the kiss, hungry for more.
Micah: "Ngh," they grunted into his mouth, grinding theirself down around his cock with the next downward stroke of their hips. They pressed theirself back against him, squirming their hips hard and needy when he pulled so hard at their hair, sending waves of pleasant tingles across their scalp, down the back of their neck, right down the back of their spine. It was still a mess, Azkaban had wrecked it but it still felt impossibly good to have their hair pulled and yanked around that way.
Picking up the pace, their bouncing got harder and faster on top of him until they were nearly pulling theirself off of him with every thrust before shoving theirself back to fully take his cock again. With the way their bodies were rutting together, it was harder for them to kiss him without making a mess. Giving up the effort, they let their lips brush against his jaw instead, letting him feel the warm puff of their breath against his skin while they panted and moaned for him.
Rodolphus: He didn't know how much he this till right in this moment. Rod kept doing his bet to pull all the fun sounds he could from their mouth. He tugged on their hair harder, bringing them down into a deeper kiss for a moment. It was difficult to keep it up but damn did he enjoy the taste of them.
With the pace increase there as no way to keep their lips connecting. He dipped his head back against the bed more, letting Micah's lips fall where they wanted as he panted. Each sound drove him mad with pleasure, but he finally gripped their hair harder, pulling them down. "Sink your teeth into my shoulder," he ordered. Pain was always something he understood and it was always nice up against the pleasure he was feeling.
Micah: "Hhhah-" Micah shuddered, shuddering and squirming on top of him with the guiding grip he had on their hair, pulling them so their face pressed hard against his skin, into his shoulder. They were dizzy with pleasure but they understood his order, with anyone else they might have hesitated to do it, but they knew Rod well enough by that point to know how serious he was. How much wanted it, how much he would enjoy it.
Nodding, they nuzzled theirself against his shoulder before letting their jaw fall open around it and sinking their teeth into his flesh. They didn't bite him hard enough to draw blood, only to bruise, but they kept a hold on him with their teeth while their body bucked with their fucking.
Rodolphus: He needed this. The mingling of pain and pleasure would send him closer to his peak but he needed the feeling. It echoed in his bones and with anyone else he wouldn't have asked. Micah had been at the brunt of a few nights before, much rougher than this one. He had left his own marks on the other more than once in various fun ways.
"Fuck…" he groaned out feeling the teeth against his flesh, all while Micah was still tight and warm around his cock. He bucked his own hips to meet their thrusts, before worming a hand to press against their clit once again. He started with the pad of his thumb, giving pressure with each rock of their hips.
Micah: The sound of Rodolphus groaning pooled into their middle along with all of the other pleasure he was pressing up into them, stinging into their scalp, huffing against their skin. They were already twitching and shuddering on top of him when he reached down between their legs again to toy with their clit.
"Rod-" they gasped, losing the grip of their teeth in favor of pressing their forehead hard down against his shoulder, their moans shaking in their throat with every desperate rutting motion between them. "Fuck- Gonna- Gonna make me cum-" Squirming and squeezing around his cock, they didn't need to move their hips anymore, simply letting their weight fall back to meet his thrusts.
Rodolphus: Rod knew exactly what he was doing. Each twitch he felt race though him and each shudder only made him work harder. As much as he would have loved for this to go on all night he knew he was too close tonight.
He was on the edge himself, the squirming and squeezing made his mind fuzzy with pleasure. “Cum for me,” he panted. “Don’t hold back.” He kept rocking trying to push Micah over the edge before he followed.
Micah: "Won't-Won't- I won't- I'll-" their breath hitched hard and Micah bit firmly at their lip, whimpering in pleasure. Their body tensed harder on top of him with every thrust, Micah's hands grabbing and scratching at Rod's body. At his shoulders, his chest, his sides, his arms, like they didn't know where to put their hands. "I'll-"
Searing hot pleasure seemed to jolt in their clit, right into the pit of them, releasing the tension that had been building in their middle. They moaned for him as they came undone around him, their orgasm rushing wet between their thighs and squeezing them harder around him. They kept up the squirming of their hips through it, feeling wave after wave of pleasure washing over them. Orgasms were so much different now, so much better. They could keep milking Rod for everything he might give them even as their vision whited out with pleasure.
Rodolphus: He knew how to draw them over the edge, and he was greatly enjoying the process. Each scratch added a layer of pain that was sending pleasure through his own body. He could only wish that Micah's nails were sharper to dig deeper into him.
What he hadn't expected was the feeling of them squeezing his cock as much as they did. He rocked one last time, harder into them, before letting his own orgasm rush over his body. His head fell back, eyes closed as he kept Micah locked against his hips pouring himself into them. Heavy breaths fell form his lips as he panted trying to catch his breath.
Micah: Rod continued to buck up into them for a few moments before barrelling hard up into them one last time. They could feel the way he throbbed and came inside of them, slicking their movements and adding to their dripping. Tensing, they circled their hips down against him until they felt him relax. Then finally, they relaxed too.
Panting softly, Micah let their body lay limp against Rod's chest, their eyes slipping closed with their face pressed to the side of his neck. When they started to feel less breathless, they mumbled, "alright, Rod…?" Just checking in on him. They didn't know what might be different with him, after Azkaban.
Rodolphus: He panted against them, starting to relax under them. It wasn't often Rod felt anything, but right now he could pinpoint exactly what it was. He felt alive. Something he hadn't felt in over a year now. He wasn't hollow for a moment. It was strange to fell it but that was why he had called Micah after all.
Wrapping an arm around their back he gave a soft mhm sound. Actual words came later once he felt he had his breath back. "Not always, but enough for now," he admitted softly. Azkaban haunted him, even now. "Don't move, you're warm." It was one of the only times he hadn't felt cold in the last week. He wanted to savor it for a bit longer.
Micah: A soft, slow breath left their lips as they felt the warm weight of Rod's arm slipping around them, holding them where they were. They didn't want to leave, anyway. Despite the fact it wasn't very funny, they out a breath of a laugh at his words, nuzzled their head gently against his chest as if to comfort him. "Won't move… Gonna stay right here. Place lingers, yeah…?" Letting their eyes slip closed, they let theirself enjoy the moment. There were few things more comforting than a warm body pressed against them, the huff of someone's breath against their skin. They drank up every bit of physical attention anyone would give them.
Rodolphus: There was a small amount of comfort with the nuzzling. It was honestly more cute than anything. Reminded him of how his cat had nuzzled him. Now that he thought about it, Micah really did have cat like qualities. "More than I'd like to admit," he said softly. Rod wasn't known for feelings, he didn't have many of them, but the unease and overall atmosphere of Azkaban lingered. "When did you alter your appearance?"
Micah: "Yeah…" their voice trailed off, they sighed softly through their nose. They didn't see a reason to talk about it anymore, there was no reason they had to think about the prison when they were there to distract each other. They smiled when he asked his question. "Couple months before they locked me up." Rod had been busy involved with the war efforts, they hadn't minded. They didn't belong to each other, just like Micah was used to. "You like it…?" they gave a little circle of their hips just to tease him, knowing he might be oversensitive still inside of them like he was.
Rodolphus: Rod hadn't had time to enjoy the new equipment before being locked up himself. Which was honestly a damn shame considering how fun it had just been. He gave a soft moan but gripped their hips to stop them moving. "Mhm I do like it," he grinned. "Wish I had more energy to go longer." He had started to go soft already, despite being oversensitive.
Micah: Micah giggled and stilled the moment they felt Rod grab at their hips, nodding without lifting their head from his chest. "Don't worry on it… Know what that's like." They had already been out a couple of weeks theirself and they still felt tired right down to their bones. It didn't stop them from getting right back to their old habits, but Rod didn't need to get back to his so desperately. He had other things to live for. "Gonna need t'use your shower, after this."
Rodolphus: He really did want to go more with Micah, but he also knew it was not going to happen. He eventually got soft enough he pulled out of Micah himself. Rubbing their back he nodded a bit. "I don't mind that, already set up for you. I got stuff for your hair if you want it." He also had their chips to ready and warm still. "Thank you for the bite."
Micah: They made a soft sound when they felt him pull out, lingering for another long moment to enjoy the way he was rubbing their back. Then they sat up, stretching their arms and letting them fall loosely tucked on top of their head. “Could use it, yeah…” they hadn’t had the chance to fix it properly since Azkaban. They were resisting the urge to spend money they didn’t have to get it sorted by a professional.
“You’re welcome,” they purred, and then finally slipped away from him. They felt dripping down their thighs and chuckled under their breath, then made their way to Rod’s bathroom.
There weren't many people at the reception that Alastor didn't expect to see, however Micah Mulciber was on the list of unexpected invitation holders. He did notice them as he was working the door, although he wasn't the one to check their invite. He couldn't help but to notice how nice they looked, and wondered where they had gotten ready.
A few hours passed before Alastor was able to leave his post and go get something to eat. He wasn't looking for a meal, but simply something to snack on to help keep him alert. Working his way through the crowds, he found himself at a table full of cheese, and he was quite delighted. Picking out a few things and placing them on a small paper plate, Alastor turned to return to his post, nearly knocking over someone else in the process.
"Sorry mate -" Alastor started, a hand reaching out to steady the other. He immediately retracted, realizing it was Micah beside him, and his stance straightened slightly. He was still unsure of Micah's opinion of him, and didn't want to do anything to make things any worse for them. "Oh, Micah. Nice to see you." He said awkwardly, clearing his throat before speaking again, "You look really nice tonight. Your hair is very pretty." @micahmulciber
Micah had been wandering around the reception for hours by that point, taking frequent breaks out into the garden to consume various drugs as the night progressed, somehow managing to feel a little less like they wanted to squirm out of their own skin with their head so high into the clouds. It all left them feeling rather hungry, so they found their way to the pavilion and all of the snacks they had to choose from.
They were hovering in front of a table where a good selection of Greta's cheeses were on display, nibbling a little cube of cheddar speared to the end of a toothpick, when they felt a sudden jolt that immediately brought them back to the present. Moody let go but Micah shifted their weight, rocking forward and backward on their feet before settling again with only the smallest sway in their shoulders to show for it. Blinking at Moody and taking in the way he postured at the sight of them, they chuckled under their breath.
"S'alright," they brushed off his apology the same as they would anyone else. They still had a lot of thoughts and feelings around Alastor, but after being allowed to spend a night in his flat and to know where he lived, they were a little less wary. It was hard for Micah to dislike people, especially when they were kind. They still didn't understand why he was treating them with so much kindness, or why he would have saved them from a fate they rightly deserved and accepted. "Nice t'see you too. You're working security, yeah...? Saw you by the gate."
"Y'like it...?" they asked him, smiling prettily. "They're orange blossoms. Smell just lovely." They leaned their head toward him, inviting him to smell for himself.
When: Lucissa wedding ceremony
Where: the gardens, after midnight
Who: Narcissa & Micah @micahmulciber
It had been a perfect day. The ceremony and reception had gone beautifully, and every single detail that Narcissa had planned had gone off without a hitch. She was happy. Truly. Lucius made her happy and finally getting to say that she was his wife made her happy. And yet as the night had gone on a sense of melancholy had taken over some of that happiness. She had spent so long planning, so long waiting that she wasn't...quite sure what she would have tomorrow. Things were going to change for the better, but still...she was allowing herself a few quiet moments away from the well wishers and prying eyes.
Glancing up when she felt a presence approaching her, she was surprised to see Micah. She hadn't seen them since before they had been sent to Azkaban. She had been meaning to reach out, but what did you say to someone that had provided her with certain...potions that allowed her to get through her most difficult times? It was complicated. It made her feel guilty and less than, even though she told herself there was nothing to be ashamed of. And yet...here she was.
"Micah. Thank you so much for coming. I hope that you are enjoying yourself."
Micah had been keeping a passive eye on Narcissa as they'd made their way around the reception that night. Being the bride, it was no surprise that they were hard pressed to catch her alone at any point. As late into the night as it was when they finally caught sight of her standing alone, they were surprised it had happened at all. Still with a smile, they finally shuffled their way over to greet her. Smiling wider when she saw them coming and giving a loose little wave of a hand, only lifting it half way.
"Heeeeeyyyyyyy, Cissa... Had t'come, say hello at least," they drawled, leaning forward when they reached her and giving the lightest bump of their head against the side of her own, not wanting to mess hers up or anything when they did it. One of the little white orange blossoms transferred from their hair into hers as they pulled away. "M'having a great time," they told her despite the fact that existing in such a space never ceased to make them feel uncomfortable right to their core. They were too much of a mess to come close to anything as perfect as Narcissa's standards. "And you look... Wicked lovely."
"Brought something for you," they bit their lip around a more shameless sort of smile, pulling a little tin out of their jumpsuit. "Wedding present... Could you use a little break?" They weren't sure if Narcissa would need the kind of break she could take with them, but they understood the pressure that came around marriage and weddings from when they had been an heir. Their parents had tried and failed to find an appropriate partner who wanted them, and they hadn't wanted anything about it anyway. In some ways, they were lucky.
Antonin didn't know what to make of the wizard and their magic. He knew with the right training he could have made something great of them, but now, with their return from Azkaban, he wondered how much damage had been done.
The wizard stood out in the back, having a cigarette when the other appeared, taking a moment to indulge in his drink before speaking. "Look at that, you do clean up." A tinge of teasing in his tone. "Micah." He greeted the other.
"Mmn...?" Micah blinked at the sound of a familiar voice, smirking when they recognized Antonin despite the slight discomfort he put in their middle. They had always been a little afraid of the serious death eaters. The ones who believed in what they did, who they didn't know so well personally. But fear had never stopped them from flirting, before. "Y'think so...?" they chuckled low and sultry in the back of their throat, glancing him up and down as they pointed out, "promise m'still a mess underneath."
"Needed a break from all of the... Everything?" Micah had needed a break from it all, theirself. Despite the fact they were still a part of the same society, invited to all of the same gatherings, they always felt distinctly out of place in spaces like this. It was uncomfortable to be around so much luxury, not so much as a single rose out of place in the decor. They took another long hit of their joint as they thought about it. "Might get out of here, soon. Think i've had enough."
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Alastor held back a smirk as Micah spoke. They were right, Alastor didn't know them, and had no idea what their situation was. However he did know that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had gotten multiple complaints about somebody matching Micah's description, somebody that had been spotted sleeping on the streets and potentially dealing drugs. No, Alastor didn't know Micah on a personal level, but he knew enough. He knew they needed at least a little bit of help. A little bit of guidance.
"Maybe I am mad." Alastor agreed, head nodding slowly, "You're not the first person to call me mad, y'know? It's starting to catch on as a nickname." His eyes rolled slightly at the thought, he didn't give a fuck what others thought about him, but being called mad on an almost-daily basis made him question whether or not it's true. "I think only a madman would invite an ex-convict over to their place and expect it to go well."
His arms were folded across his chest, but Alastor realized it was quite an intimidating stance. He relaxed slightly, moving his arms down to his sides. "You don't need to trust me, Micah, just accept the help. I won't even stay home, I'll give you the place to yourself. Just come take a shower, have a nap and something to eat."
Micah knew that they deserved to he judged that way. They deserved worse. They were a former convict, and it was mad that anyone would consider trusting them alone in their home, let alone Alastor Moody. But the fact of the matter was that the only reason they weren't still a convict, still safe behind bars where they couldn't hurt anyone else, was because he had specifically pushed for their release. "Suits you, as a nickname. Only a madman would," they agreed with him, pointing out for him again how outrageous it was that they were having the conversation they were having. "Would've thought you were smarter..."
Still, their eyes remained narrowed and fixed on him while he continued to talk. They were just as closed off as he was, but the fact he had his arms crossed and his feet planted firmly under him made them think he might be lying. It took them a moment to register just what he was offering at first. Blinking, they let out an incredulous breath of a laugh. "Come off it..." As if he would just give them free reign of his home, completely unsupervised...
But Micah was familiar with Moody's reputation. As wary as they were of him, they knew that if he was telling the truth, as mad as it would be if he was, he would be putting more trust in them than he would put in most. Moody was a specifically private person, constantly aware of the potential threats around him. They decided to call him on his bluff.
"Don't need it, m'telling you. But... Alright." they answered after a long moment, their expression relaxing into another gentle smile that didn't reach their eyes. Slipping their left hand from their pocket, they held it out and open to him in a way that gave him a good look at the metal they had in place of their missing fingers, glinting softly in the light from a nearby street lamp. "Give me your keys, then."
Rabastan did not dwell on his own undesirable emotions, satisfied to dismiss them once Micah diverted their eyes. Self-pity did not suit a Lestrange, and thus he was unwilling to sink into even a resemblance of despair. It was better to divert those feelings towards anger and a thirst for retribution. Looking at Micah, it was hardly an effort to focus on such things. They bore the scars of Azkaban. Rabastan could see the weight that plagued them. It plagued him too, abstractly and incessantly.
He was no fool, knowing that any news of his brother would not be pleasant. One did not enjoy a stay with Dementors, after all. But that did not mean that the reality stung any less. Heard him. Rabastan drew between the lines and clenched his jaw before downing half his drink. The thought of Rodolphus's suffering was repulsive. The knowledge that nobility was forced behind steel bars like a caged animal, was so rage inducing that it made him want to commit bloody murder - screw self-control and the appearance of innocence. He was just about ready to snap.
Just as these thoughts began to whirl unpleasantly, Micah apologised. Rabastan turned to them blankly. "For what? You are free. Drink up and live your life."
"... Dunno," they answered him after a long moment, lifting one shoulder in a lazy little half-shrug. Tearing their eyes from their bottle, they looked back at Rabastan, took in the blankness of his expression. It had always been like that with Rabastan, he never seemed to want to linger in any sort of emotion. Like he somehow never needed it. "Wish I could help you, I guess..."
That was how it had always been between them, though. Rabastan helping them out, trying to make them better so they might be less disappointing, less of a mess... Of course they weren't capable of anything that might come close to returning the favor to him. Turning away, they tipped their head back and gulped down the rest of their drink. They still couldn't properly taste it.
Dorcas was loyal to a fault. She was the one who held grudges against the kids who had been mean to her siblings, the one who remembered the slights that her friends went on to forget and forgive. But she didn't think any of them would ever forget what Micah Mulciber had done to Mary. What they had done was unforgivable. None of them would forgive.
She hadn't seen them in a long time and was glad for it. If it were up to her she would never see any of them, the former Death Eaters that she thought belonged in a pit in hell but instead, they all were wandering the streets. What had the world come to? They had tried to kill people. And yet...and yet they were free.
It made her sick.
It made her ashamed that her first instinct after seeing them was to go back into the Cauldron to see if her parents were still hanging around. But she didn't need protection from Micah Mulciber. She kept telling herself that. "I don't think that's any of your business," she replied cooly. "Where are you coming from? Hurting more muggles?" She questioned. It hadn't escaped her notice where they were coming back from.
Like their surname, the rest of her words dropped one by one into their middle, making them heavier and heavier with each one. Where are you coming from...? Hurting more muggles...? Their smile tugged a little wider despite it, though it still didn't reach their eyes. They deserved to have people think of them that way.
"S'none of your business," they sort of repeated her words back to her, unable to let go of the lie even with the dark lord dead in the ground. Their fear for him seemed permanently ingrained into their being by that point, as if it were a part of their very soul. They couldn't trust that he was really gone for good. If he ever came back and heard that they had lied to him, that their heart was never really in it...
She was in their way, but they couldn't bring theirself to push past her. Instead their back casually found the wall behind them, their hands tucking deep into their pockets. "You going...? Scared I might follow you...?"
"A whole day of fun sounds like a day well spent to me." Alecto mused with a smile. Her day had not been as fun. Whilst she did adore working at the bar, being here for the full day, and into the night, like she had been today, it wasn't that fun. But, she probably would clock off soon, and that wasn't too bad. She also enjoyed when her friends came in. So, maybe being here for most of her day wasn't as bad as she originally had thought it would be.
"Since you asked so nicely." She murmured with a laugh. There was only a few people that she would actually get onto the floor with, but Micah had always been one of those people. But Alecto was one that always looked after her friends. There were not many people she let in, but she did like to treat the ones she did let in. it also meant that they would come back and spend time in her bar. That was everything. To have Delirium be successful meant the world to her. Especially when so many people didn't think she had it in her.
"Hi." She murmured, shifting under the table so slide in next to Micah. "You left room for me?"
"Nnnoooooo..." Micah whined, but there was no point in complaining about it anymore, Alecto had made up her mind. They shifted theirself a little as she climbed under the table with them, sliding down so they lay flat on their back, their knees bent and pointing up at the underside of the table. She tucked herself to sit beside them and they smiled almost vacantly up at her, liking how she looked from that angle, like she was somehow so much bigger than them.
"Only hear what you want t'hear," they teased her, scolding her just a little. She really should be working instead of under a table with them, but that didn't mean they didn't like that she was. "Left room f'you, anyway..."
The fabric on the skirt of the dress she was wearing looked lovely. Without thought or hesitation, Micah let a hand fall loosely to one of her thighs so they could play with the fabric between their fingers. Rubbing the texture back and forth, paying attention to the way it felt different to feel it with their metal prosthetics. More like static, a suggestion of the thing, than the actual sensation.
Severus snorted - he couldn't help it, somewhere between a laugh and further annoyance. "It will make excellent kindling, I'm sure." He drawled, pocketing the ridiculous thing without another thought.
He eyed Micah at the question, wondering what they were getting at. "Why is my company of any interest to you?" He asked silkily, the hint of a suggestion in his words. He didn't really think they had any ulterior motives, but he had to have his fun too, didn't he? "Seems like your night got better for it, if you ask me."
"Get your coin out of it, first," they answered with a giggle. Severus could do whatever he wanted to the frog after they'd given it to him, it was his now. But it did have a significant amount of coin inside of it, too much to want to lose in a fire.
"S'not, really... Just making conversation..." Seeing the way Severus glanced them over, Micah raised an eyebrow, understanding what he was getting at when he made his comment. Letting out a breath of a laugh, they reached to push some of their hair back from their face, fluttering their lashes prettily and looking him in the eyes.
"Offering t'make my night better, Severus...? Didn't know you were interested," they teased, biting their lip around a smile. They knew very well that he wasn't actually.
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Gasping, Dirk put a hand over his chest, “I should hope not, the world’s full to actually respectable people, not just folks like us.” He stuck his tongue out in play- personally he felt the world was a lot more exciting around the less stuffy people.
Dirk cocked his head slightly, noticing the other’s change in body language (though it was a tricky thing, given the lack of light). He couldn’t think why a floating umbrella could be problematic in Diagon Alley of all places, but he waved his want and the troll flew gently back into his hand; he snapped it shut and held it like a cane, not caring for how wet he was getting- a drying spell would sort him out in a jiffy. “Well, if you’re sure. But remember, there’s always enough room for two under an umbrella,” Something his mother likes to say.
“Ohhh,” Dirk stretched the word out, wondering a little what could keep them out so late- he supposed it was none of his business, but he’d always been the curious sort, “Well, if you’re ever stuck and can’t get outta the rain,” Dirk reached into pocket and business card out, holding it towards Micah, “Look me up.” It wouldn’t be the first time he’d given someone a leg up that needed it and- looking at them, soaked through and twitchy, Dirk figured they might need just that in the near future.
Micah let out a soft breath of relief when Dirk immediately took the umbrella back, though they were surprised when he snapped it shut instead of putting it back over his head. Now he would be just as soaked as they were, soon enough. The tiniest shiver went down the back of their spine, right into their hips, the lingering memory of a specific kind of cold passing through before Micah shook it off again. "M'sure, m'sure..." they mumbled, shuffling a couple of steps back away from him though there was still a lazy, casual sort of smile on their face.
"Yeah," they nodded when he seemed to understand. They weren't going anywhere they needed help getting to. Their head perked as he reached for something, though they hesitated to take the card from him once he had it out. He wanted them to look him up, to keep them out of the rain. It was a kind gesture. They seemed to drift away for a long moment there, staring vacantly down at the card in his hand with a bit of a sway in their shoulders.
"... Right," they answered, blinking theirself back to the conversation at hand. They reached absentmindedly with their left hand to take it from him, their metal fingers brushing slightly against his with the motion. They took another look at it before slipping it into one of their pockets, not paying mind to which one. "Oh, but, wait, just a second..."
Searching a few other pockets, they eventually found what they were looking for and without hesitation, they clapped it into one of Dirk's hands with a loose handshaking motion. "Fair trade, this way," they said with a chuckle, letting him go. "See you around, yeah...? Maybe..."
Then they turned and shuffled away from him, letting their feet wander them to the next place. The little yellow origami butterfly they'd given Dirk was slightly wrinkled, but still good.
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“That’s what she said!” Dirk snorted, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” Shaking his head at his own sense of humour, Dirk listened to the other’s concern, “Oh there’s an easy fix to that-” he whipped his wand out and with a quick charm to keep the umbrella over Micah’s head, he stepped back into the rain, “See? Only water.” He chuckled, his spiked hair started to plaster against his forehead. “Oh this ain’t gonna run, I was in a potions mishap back in Hogwarts, the stuff got turned for good; it could be fixed, but I like it.”
“Hmm, I like to think so, everybody needs good friends.” He said with a shrug, “Well, want me to walk you back to where you gotta go? S’not as bad as a few years ago, but you gotta be careful walking home at night. Besides, if you stay out in the rain all night you’ll catch a cold!”
"Pffft," Micah let out a huff of a laugh right along with him, biting their lip around a shameless little smile as they answered, "s'what they all say." They gave a little wiggle of their eyebrows before relaxing with a quiet chuckle.
They seemed to freeze when Dirk took out his wand, gave it a wave and set his umbrella floating up over their head. Their hands in their pockets, Micah began to fidget, tapping their fingertips against their sides where he couldn't see them. "Wicked," they said for the explanation of his hair color, but they tried to step theirself back out from under the umbrella. "But really, running or not- Keep your umbrella. Take it back." Micah had their wand on them of course, but they didn't know the magic they would need to stop it hovering over them, theirself.
"M'usually out at night. Not a problem for me... And m'not going home or anything, anyway." There was a bar a couple of blocks away where they were hoping to maybe stumble into a stranger. A stranger who wouldn't mind taking them home for fun and a couple of hours crashed out on a couch or bed. "Get out of the rain soon enough, promise."
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Alastor had instinctively taken a small step back from Micah as they jolted awake, not wanting to be too close incase they began thrashing or something. He stood, staring intently, wondering if perhaps he should bring them to the hospital with the way they were acting. Maybe something was wrong, maybe they had overdosed. But after a moment it seemed as though they began to pull themself together, and Alastor relaxed slightly.
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He was offering a place to stay, a place that wasn't a park bench, and yet they were refusing? Alastor understood that Micah may have some fear, it made sense considering what had happened that night. But he certainly hadn't had any ill intent with his offer.
"Micah." Alastor said their name authoritatively, "I'm off duty. I'm not here as an auror, or to intimidate you." He clarified, wondering if Micah truly believed he was trying to kick them off the park bench because it was part of his job. "I wanna help. Get you off the street and cleaned up a bit, yeah? C'mon."
Micah leaned loosely over to one side, reaching for what was left of their joint under the bench but also taking the opportunity to settle their feet more firmly to the ground, getting ready to push theirself to their feet. They flinched at the sound of that tone in Alastor's voice, hesitating only a moment in the motion before continuing as they had been, twisting the end of the joint shut before stuffing it into their pocket. Their left hand stayed hidden deep inside their coat.
"Doesn't matter what you're here for," they answered him casually. Standing up, they swayed a little where they stood but they returned that tone of voice with a slight glare, looking over the auror as if unsure what to make of him. They weren't entirely sure. He made them uneasy. "What're you talking about...?"
"Talking like i've got no place to go. You don't know me." They were sure that Morganite hadn't had their disownment reported anywhere. "And anyway..."
"... You're mad f'you think i'm just going t'trust you. Like i've got any reason to trust you..." lost fingers aside, Alastor Moody was a man of the law. And somehow he'd been responsible for setting them free. Just like Dumbledore, it seemed like he wasn't above betraying his own morals.
They were an unlikely pair. Yet Hogwarts had somehow brought them together. Micah's energy was quiet and pleasing. Rabastan could identify with it. But looking at them now, he could see the turmoil that gripped his friend even through the mask of drugs. He would bring the world to its knees for the sins committed against their pureblooded kind. Rage fuelled him, more-so that the bitter torment of having both brothers ripped from his life. Nothing would make Rabastan stop fighting.
He permitted Micah's touch, smiling briefly in acknowledgement as they turned on the bench. The question caused him pause. Lamenting his woes seemed inappropriate, since Micah had just endured a far greater agony. But he had never been one to mask his words, only ever speaking frankly and bluntly. "I've been better," he admitted, though a roll of his shoulder promptly dismissed the selfish notion. "But that is irrelevant. I care only for your fate, and for the fate of the others locked away unjustly. I think only of the cause and what we have lost."
Not needing to be told twice, Rabastan left briefly to obtain drinks. Passing a bottle to Micah, he sat back down and took a large sip, eyes fixed on the other wix as he measured his words. "Did you see Rodolphus before you left?"
It was nice to see that smile on Rabastan's face, even if it was gone as quickly as it came. Even if his admittance a moment later made them feel just a little colder than they'd been. "It's not... Must've been hard for you... Must still be..." They didn't agree with the rest of it, their eyes slipping away from Rabastan to settle somewhere down between them. They had deserved to be locked away.
Their eyes followed him as he got up to get them drinks, their eyes slipping closed while he was gone. Resting them so they would maybe sting a little less when he came back. They righted theirself when they took the bottle from him, smiling as they took a long sip. It wavered a moment at his question Micah swaying a little in their shoulders.
"No," they shook their head. "Saw him a second before they closed my cell... Thought I heard him a couple of times. Tried t'ignore that..." most often the only sound of other voices to be heard was a constant screaming, and they hoped that it wasn't anyone they knew. It was hard for them to imagine Rodolphus ever breaking in such a way.
They wanted to be able to tell him more. As long as they had known Rabastan, they had understood that he and his family cared for each other deeply. It was something they never had for theirself, but something they wanted more than they could articulate. They knew that it must hurt for them to be apart.
"... Sorry..." they really were useless. They stared down into the bottle, not entirely sure what it was despite having only just drank some.
