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[ 09:05 PM ] amycus >> alecto : can i come home?

they leave the scene in silence. midnight hoods casting dark shadows behind them as they quickly disappear into the setting darkness, hands stained red with blood. what they have left in their wake will be a mortifying surprise for the neighborhood's muggles in the morning ( and most certainly, something for her and marlene to clean up ). pitch black eyes are lit up with excitement, the thrill of the kill making her blood pump faster through her veins. her heart flutters under her ribs in a hummingbird’s melody, and her breath is a little bit strained, a little bit uneven. but the smile that she fires her partner in crime is nothing short of cold, lacking any real emotion. “ so where was the compassion tonight, carrow? “ she says, breaking the silence. voice comes out soft, a little sing-songy, a childlike innocence purposefully laced within its tones. “ at this rate, you’re going to make me look like the nice one. “ there’s a pout, feigned disappointment flashing past her face. it never reaches her eyes.

           leaving HER hurts him more than anything else, worse than anything his family could have ever done --- a pain unlike any other. yet he’s doing it again, and again, and again. ALWAYS leaving, always hurting, always regretting it as soon as it’s done. so tonight, he doesn’t want to tell her. wants to remain where they are now, HAPPY --- together. the way it should always be, the pair of them practically attached at the hip. he tries to pretend like nothing’s wrong ( as if he could ever HIDE from her, he knows that she can read him like an open book ), tries to act like the soft sound of waves hitting the shore can fill this silence, that he won’t have to tell her eventually. so they sit like that for a while. perched on the pier in silence, their arms locked, the stars reflected in the waters below them. it takes him another couple of minutes before he can MAKE himself say the words. “i got a job.” head turns toward her, matching eyes locking with hers. she was the first person he wanted to tell. she always is. “it’s in bulgaria.” a pause, a shivering breath, follows. “it won’t be like last time... i’ll visit. more than you like --- we can still get that flat we always talked about, it’ll ---- “ he trails off. he’s usually not a man of many words, but he feels the need to explain himself. can’t believe he’s doing this AGAIN, so soon after he left last time.

Love, Amycus

      " what awards show is this for again? “ he asks, newspaper flipping down so that he can properly see his sister. there are so many, these days. he can barely keep up. nor does he show up, but that’s just on a matter of principle. she surely knows by now that he’ll always support her, even if it’s from the shadows. all that spotlight... it’s his worst nightmare. “ got a speech ready? i mean, it’s doubtful that anyone else stands a chance. “