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Post by frae vinxon. on Oct 21, 2007 2:13:06 GMT -5
The night air was cool in the common room, there was no wind and the air was still. She could see her breath forming a cloud in front of her, though she saw right through this fog .. she saw elsewhere .. her mind was elsewhere, it had been for a while now, in her classes and even in her sleep. She always had that blank look in her eyes, as if she was watching you but not really seeing. For some reason that had intensified, and only she knew why. Nobody could ever relish the thought of cold blooded murder, nobody could ever define it until it had been so, fresh blood upon your hands ... the feeling of power and dominance, just that thought put that pure venom upon her lips. She licked her dry lips, as if hungered for another taste of what she had already experianced .. another chance .. the chance she wanted.
She sat against the cold couch, the warmth of the material was not seeping in to her cold skin, pale as ever and it was almost as if it was glowing eerily in the dense light of the slytherin common room. She had taken to sitting here, day in day out .. she had not slept in days and yet did not look any different for it. She looked the same as ever, beautiful and cold ... her cold heart out lived any other around this place. It was strange how nobody had suspected her, nobody suspected the most uncaring, merciless student Hogwarts possesed. They had sent out searches, she had seen in the newspaper and heard from outsiders that the Ministry was trying to work out what had happened. The truth was they were all in fearful uproar, such actions had not been seen for near twenty years, and they wanted .. needed to know who was behind them, but they would not figure it out, those who knew about her, who were not supposed to know .. died. It was always the way things had happened.
Her impassive eyes stared into the fire, she shivered slightly, though did nothing to move closer to the fire, the warmth did not feel the room, instead of moving out the heat seemed to be subsiding around the fire, warming that which was already warm, but then the Slytherin's had long ago gotten used to the cold weather. Her blonde hair fell around her shoulders, her brows were furrowed, she was either frowning or thinking, but nobody really knew a majority of the time. She could be doing both, but no ... this particular time she was lost in thought .. things needed to start going faster, she was growing impatient. And she knew for a fact that the likes of Zach and Melia would be growing impatient also, this particular trio never liked things slow. Recent events was only the puch to get the ball rolling.
She finally made a movement, frae who had been sitting like a statue, not moving for at least half an hour sat up a little straighter and ran her hand through her hair, something of a smirk gathered upon her lips. Thats what she needed .. a meeting between all of the Death Eaters, she would see hwo still remained loyal, even in these short hours loyalty was futil, for any lax of that and her cover could be divulged ... and they didn't want that. At that meeting they could decide what was to be done. That was it. But when? And more importantly ... where?
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Post by Matthew Malfoy on Oct 21, 2007 11:39:58 GMT -5
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The common room looked the same as ever, even down to the same icy chill that no fire could banish. He slid unflinchingly into it, flicking his longish blonde hair out of his eyes. Matthew Malfoy was back.
Where he'd gone was a complete secret, one he would tell to only two souls. One was his sister, the other sat on a couch, waiting. His green eyes pierced the darkness, possessing a coldness, a wickedness that had not been there before. The altercation with his father had changed him for good, he was a very different person that he'd been. Life had been a party before, now there was only one purpose
His footsteps echoed loudly against the stone walls, his brown boots announing his presence as easily as a trumpet. Clad in only jeans and a tight fitting blue button down shirt, he looked deceptively young and innocent. But anyone who could read the new Matthew Malfoy knew he was far from innocent. Blood stained his hands and he could hardly wait to get them wet again.
Settling into the couch beside Frae, he slipped his arm around her thin shoulders and did his best to ease her shivers. He'd been able to in the past, but even that seemed ages ago. And yet the spark for her still remained in his impassivly cold heart. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, deciding that words would be futile for the moment. Only silence was golden now. |
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Post by frae vinxon. on Oct 23, 2007 2:22:58 GMT -5
There was one person she hadn't seen in ages, one of the only people apart from Melia who she actually cared about not seeing, for he was among those who she actually called her friends. Matthew, it was not only she who had not seen him for ages, but also his sister, as she had asked her if she knew where he was. But alas, he seemed to have dissapeared. Thus, causing her to become more bitter than she generally was. She continued to frown into the fire, its deceptive flames tricking her eyes... making shapes of those she knew to be dead. Things had to start going quicker, her boredom was growing with the whole act, and while she knew that the key to her aim was to act deceptive and quietly, she wanted action ... she wanted blood loss ... she wanted murder.
Footsteps echoed in the cold common room, her eyes glanced up to see the figure of Matt walking towards her, he was different .. she could tell with him. He didn't appear it, but she saw it in his eyes. A coldness that had not lurked there before, a chill that radiated where his gaze was left. There had always been that cold determination in his eyes, the same thirst to proove oneself that every Slytherin held ... but this was something more .. macabre. Something alot like hers, though the intensity of it she was not yet sure of. Though it was doubtful she would not find out, she and Matt told each other everything .. they always had, ever since their first year. However the one thing she kept to herself was the relationship she had previously had with Adam .. but he would never know that .. she and Adam had made a silent pact that none would know but them, the one thing they both agreed on.
He came and sat beside her upon the couch, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, as if trying to ease her shivers. The trick was that his skin had become as cold as hers, thus at the moment it did nothing. He kissed her cheek, she tilted her head up and kissed his lips, leaving her head on his chest. Her eyes fixed on his blood stained hands, she wondered but did not speak aloud, there was no need for it, for if he was going to tell her anything then he would say it whether or not she asked. She resumed her staring at the fire, the spark for him still was in her heart, but she always showed emotion different than others, and the fact of love, lust and romance was no different.
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Post by Matthew Malfoy on Oct 23, 2007 14:35:14 GMT -5
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He savored the contact of their lips, resting his chin on her head and closing his eyes. For a moment, all was right in the world. So she wasn't angry, that had been the one thing he'd feared. She, above all, he had missed most in his absence. This girl who knew everything about him, the only one with the power to break him.
He glanced down at his bloody hands and clenched them into fists, resting one on her thigh and closing the other around his wand. Muttering a soft spell, he watched the skin return to its normal pale pallor.
"My father is paying for what he did."
He said simply, giving her a hint of the cruelty that lay within him. A love of causing pain, watching a proud man become broken. But then, Draco Malfoy had always been a coward, easy to make him fall to his knees and beg like a little bitch. His eyes hardened as he stared into the dancing flames, the memory of his poor mother haunting him ceaselessly. Draco had murdered her with poisons to marry the blonde bimbo he had for a mistress. Family be damned.
Forcing himself to return his attention to Frae, he pulled her a bit closer and waved his wand again. Three shimmering roses appeared in his hands, one black, one red, and one white. He presented them all to the beautiful girl he held in his arms.
"I missed you."
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Post by frae vinxon. on Oct 27, 2007 1:12:50 GMT -5
Frae was angry alright, she was angry with him for leaving her without warning, and then for coming back and then she was angry for her not wanting to yell at him. It would be pointless, in fact one could say it would hurt her more than him ... he was the only one with the power to bring the stronghold around her mind crumbling into numerous pieces around her feet. Besides ... she could yell at him all he wanted, the fact was it would get her nowhere, if he had something to tell her then he would say it regardless of whether she had wanted to hear it or not. So she concealed whatever anger she felt, hiding it all within her eyes. They were cold and impassive, but they were where you could see any emotion she felt, but only if you looked hard enough. Few could even look her in the eyes, and one who could had been Matthew, despite what she felt she did not want to ruin that with him, she would be content to wait in her impatient silence, until he told what he so wanted to.
She watched his hands, watched the blood dissapear off his hands, as they returned to their normal colour she moved her hand to the one that rest upon her thigh and rested her own hand upon his, her fingers entwining with his. But still she didn't speak, she just rested her head upon his chest, her eyes no moved again tot he fire, its heat diminished as the time ticked by in the silence that they sat in. But one thing had definatly improved, it was good to finally be back in Matt's arms, after all this time of her not thinking she owuld ever see him again, yet finally ... finally here he was .. yet she was not saying all she needed to say, all she wanted to say to him.
She heard his voice, but most of all she heard the way he spoke it, that ruthless longing for more pain, for more blood. The same thing she had been feeling before his arrival, there was nothing like the sensation of killing, that was one thing. Frae knew what had happened with Draco and Matt, knew that he had found his father being 'consolled' by a blonde bimbo merely hours after his mothers funeral. But she could only guess what Matt would have done about it, she looked to his hands again which were clean of the blood, ah yes ,... she had always been able to put two and two together.
He waved his wand for a second time, this time three roses appeared in his hand, glinting in the dim light. One was black, the second red and the third was white. They were stunning. She took them as he handed them to her, and looked up as he spoke. 'I missed you.' She tilted her head up and again caught his lips with her own, kissing him softly again.
"I missed you too."
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Post by Matthew Malfoy on Oct 27, 2007 13:17:57 GMT -5
Matt held her close, listening to her whisper the words he'd so longed to hear. I missed you too. He was no fool, she was angry at him and she had every right. He had left her without warning and hadn't even sent her a letter in the month he was away. She would understand when she learned what happened. He kissed her again, his free hand caressing her face lovingly.
"I won't say I'm sorry I left. But I do ask forgiveness for not saying good-bye."
His breath was warm against her skin, now that he was close he was unwilling to put any more distance between them. His hand moved from her cheek to twine itself in her soft hair and stroke it. No doubt she'd been up to no good in his absence as well, keeping herself busy. Matthew knew what she was, knew what she was meant to be. The only question was if it would end them or not.
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