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A cave. What must have been Inferi. A little island with a potion, and below it a locket. The prize protected by layer after layer of defense. Something terribly important to the Dark Lord, so utterly central to his attention that he would dedicate time to form a hiding spot that seemed nigh on impenetrable, and obscure to boot. And it was there, this possession of the Dark Lord’s, waiting underneath a basin of poison, surrounded by a sea of Inferi.                                              -- alphaleonisblack, The Beginning of the End

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He shifted several times, chewing on his bottom lip until it grew as red and swollen as if the two of them had been snogging instead of dueling.  And finally he sighed and grumbled, “Bugger.  I guess I can’t just kill you and pretend I didn’t know.  That wouldn’t be very nice of me.  Maybe one of the other ones but now I feel like I’m me and not the other me and so I sort of have to… oh bollocks!”                                    -- the-hotter-carrow-twin, A Slight Misunderstanding

She’d made sure that everyone knew she would be there, even if only for the few minutes she could stand. Still, she’d walked in with her head held high, a true Ice Queen. She’d heard the whispers as she’d entered, saw the heads that turned. She hadn’t been seen for a month. Not since her last meeting with Abraxas, not since… The last time she’d taken Calming Draught. The very thought of it made her crave it, want it - anything to help her get through this night. Still, she would have none. One more night was what she’d been telling herself for a the past month of nights. If she could get through this night, she would get through the next and the one after. She would survive. It was what she did best. Through her mask of ice and stone, no one would be any the wiser.                                                     -- forever-toujourspur, Funhouse Mirrors

Back and forth.

Back and forth. 

Back and forth went the swing. And with every back and forth, Marlene’s head swirled and she thought she could see stars, even though the night sky was completely clouded. 

Back and forth went the swing, and right kow, back and forth went Marley’s life.

Oh, she was drunk. She was so drunk she didn’t even remember the bottle of cheap vodka in her hand. She lifted it to her mouth out of pure habit, even though it was long empty. Marlene didn’t even like pure vodka. But the effect was always the same, and she couldn’t live without that numbness that clouded her mind and kept away her thoughts, her feelings, and her dark, dark demons.

Dispair was everywhere inside her soul, invading it, killing it. And the only way to escape it was with that cheap, destructive bottle of a killer substance.

Marley rested her forehead on the cold chains of the swing, feeling the world spin around her as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. Her make-up was a black mess of melted mascara and eyeliner, her hair hung around her face in pale, wild locks that hid away her destroyed expression. She was a spoiled beauty, ruined by the alcohol and the pain and yet so beautifully tragic. She was the mermerizing image of a burning forest, so hot and bright. So destructive. Hell on earth. 

She could feel the vodka climbing from time to time up her throat, but Marlene kept it in her stomach skillfully. After all, she was an experienced drinker and self-life ruiner.

Oh, the irony of being in such pitifull state while sitting on a game that somehow symbolized the whole sense of innocence of a child. Perhaps, tomorrow morning, a little boy or girl would sit in that very swing, and pretend they could reach the skies, dream of making the full round with the swing, but with their parents always ready to catch them. Unaware that the night before, a grown up woman, impure, destroyed, depressed, had sat on that hard red piece of wood and stained it with her demons.

Marlene sighed under the weigh of a thousand years she didn’t have and never would.

Darkness, it appeared, would never completely leave her alone.

In the dead of the night, her forehead still resting agains the iron and her hands hanging idly at either side of her body, Marlene heard a set of cautious footsteps to her right. 

With her clouded judgement and depressive state, Marlene was in no mood for company or harrasment.

AAAAH! you’re so sweet and i just wanna hug you forever. you were the best first rp partner anyone could ask for, and i’m rewriting canon so regulus never disappears. *slams gavel* it is done. 

//For some reason, in my head, when I see your name on the dash or in the ooc, I just picture this pure cinnamon roll that must be protected at all costs. I’ve never seen you be anything but sweet and friendly and just such a joy to see in the ooc.