#cbitus

ᵗᵉˣᵗˢ ᵗᵒ bach , amelia VIVALDI . ( @cbitus )

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"Fuckin' lawyers," Butcher spat as he found one of Vought's finest blood suckers. "I don' think there's anythin' more cunty than another 'uman bein' who decides to 'elp the freakshow supes outta the shit storms they get themselves into. Killin' innocent people on the street, not to worry love," he pinched his thumb and forefinger together and rubbed them, "enough dosh an' all that grief an' pain will just disappear."

He was coming in strong but that had always been Butcher's way, if he wasn't swinging the crowbar then he slung around his thoughts just as effectively on anyone who was within ear shot. It seemed that this time Amelia had just been unlucky in encountering him while out and about in the city. He might have been there for a myriad of other reasons, stood in his slowly tattering trench coat, boots with old blood stains and cut up knuckles looking as thugish as humanly possible.

@cbitus . wild padawan is sent to guard Amelia

It was Fish's first solo assignment, which would have been far more exciting if it didn't involve being a glorified babysitter. And sure, she knew that Jedis often offered security services when needed, usually to Senators or Representatives. And in these troubled times, knowledge could be a weapon as deadly as a blaster, which made the Bach archives an easy target for the Separatists. She knew that. But she would have preferred being on the front, fighting alongside her Master.

Frustration, of course, was not an emotion Jedis were supposed to feel. She could almost hear Master Obi Wan lecturing her about it. Fish was only a Padawan, though, and it was a familiar feeling for her. So many things frustrated and annoyed her! Still, she made an effort to look as composed as possible when she approached Lady Bach.

@cbitus . Amelia goes through a whole lot of trouble to meet the Worst Possible Man (not a man)

The room was covered in blood, though the Horned One noticed that it had all been done very neatly -a tarp protected the nice, wooden floorboards. He whistled appreciatively. He had appeared with no fuss and no smoke, and stood as if He had always been there. Nonchalant. But his aura was suffocating, filling up the room like a thick cloud -unescapable, coating the mouth with each breath.

With the tip of his foot, he nudged the dead body on the floor. He seemed interested for a split second, and then bored again. "Slit throat," He commented, "you have done your homework, little Rosa. 13 men, 13 months... you sure went to a lot of trouble to see me." He shook his head. "So much blood, so much death. So much despair. I'm flattered."

mindless no longer, he thought while his gaze lifted to the winged mountain, proud and strong - and unrivalled.

amelia would be lead to the newborn head of the sacred twenty eight ( by an old wizard who could not hide the sour expression on his face as he approached ) not inside the mansion; more often than not the young lord would be found outside, in a garden of ash and bone, no rows of carefully planted hedges and flowerbeds; no statues of marble and polished stone. where the dry grass turnt ash grey, where the stench of sulfur and gore became overwhelming, this was nagini's queendom. not even the obnoxiously luxurious house could fully obscure the winged mountain.

and while the emerald she-beast hissed and shifted, not yet entirely used to the presence of other humans, slytherin's heir remained pressed against the sharp scaled snout for a moment or two longer.

❝ you came. ❞ a sallow ghost of a smile touches handsome features. the invitation of their lord was not one easily declined without dire consequences, still rhaegar was joyful as if nothing had changed since their graduation last week. ❝ i hope my passionate discourses with professor baxton make more sense now. ❞ the gargantuan dragon's head followed her rider as he stepped forward, and a pale hand find it's place tracing her snout. ❝ i suppose i owe you a lot of answers. ❞

❝ are you so self absorbed you don't realise the position you've put me in? ❞

her   expression   was   kept   neutral,   bored   even   as   @cbitus   spoke.   noémie   found   her   nagging   to   be   something   akin   to   a   mosquito   near   her   ear.   grating   and   annoying.   putain   de   merde…   noémie   couldn’t   even   bother   the   basic   respect   of   pretending   that   she   cared,   her   eyes   straying   to   her   nails,   analyzing   as   she   waiting   for   a   pause.   the   question   almost   made   her   laugh—   almost.    ❛ 𝑦𝑜𝑢   𝑑𝑜   𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔   𝑔𝑜   𝑜𝑛,   𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡   𝑦𝑜𝑢.ᐣ   𝑦𝑜𝑢   𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘   𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒   𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩   𝑡𝑜   𝑚𝑒.   𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟   𝑖𝑡   𝑎   𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔   𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.   𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒   𝑜𝑓   𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒. ❜   she   gives   a   wink   as   her   lips   curl   with   amusement.   she   often   had   her   fun   pulling   at   the   frayed   edges   of   the   tightly   wound.

He  didn’t  need  him .  He  missed  him,  but  he  didn’t  need  him .

More  and  more  often  would  he  wander  away .  More  and  more  often  would  he  seek  the  comfort  of  the  forbidden  forest.  At  least,  he could  breath  there,  he  could  do   his  research  without  everyone  judging  him,  calling  him  crazy,   for  simply  trying  to  rescue  his  sister.  However,  that  time,  there  was  something  different  about  this  forest ;  a  noise .

Harry snorted, shaking his head and glancing over at her, “What- you shag me to avoid having a real conversation?” he drawled. The familiar sarcasm as self defense rising to protect him from probable hurt- although his expression softened when he looked over at her. “Where was it going then?”