SHADOWS OF SORROW [S.S]

27 - In the Shadow of Answers

Sebastian's lips felt like poison. Like a sin that she was supposed to retreat from but playing with fire was always her way of testing the limits and boundaries of the world. He was addictive, a salvation, intoxicating and impossible to let go of. Amaya's head was spinning with arousal at every stroke his thumb made on her skin, his hand on her throat with a strength that might just minimize her ability to breath. And she liked it... Kissing along her jaw, pulling her hair a little to force the witch to tilt her head back, made her moan lowly, eyes closed to feel the sensation of him all over her. His nails softly scraped along her scalp before pulling away, out of breath, face flushed, and lips swollen. "She'll be back any second." It took Amaya a moment to understand his words, the pooling heat between her legs, the soft burn of bruises along her neck like a veil on her brain. "You've been counting?" She whispered, voice hoarse from his still lingering cold grip around her throat. "Vaguely... I lost track eventually. Preoccupied you know." Sebastian smiled at her in a mischievous manner, eyeing the flush on her face, the bruises along her exposed skin and couldn't help but let his fingers graze them softly. She didn't seem to be in pain... she rather enjoyed the roughness, but he would make sure to always keep a Wiggenweld potion on hand. "Let's continue this another time. My room will get boring after all. I heard the library has a certain thrill to it." Amaya's whisper against his lips forced a shiver down Sebastian's spine, the heavy metal door flying open without any warning, just the way Cressida said. Riva was ruthless. "Time's up." She announced, Amaya retreating with a devilish smile, joining her best friend at the door. Sebastian, his back still pressed against the bedpost, took a moment to breathe in and out properly, the lack of satisfaction forcing his muscles to twitch randomly in certain spots.

The girls didn't wait for him as they made their way back to the Common Room, joining the friend group at the sofas she left them at earlier. While they were gone, Sebastian's wand apparently has been spun a lot of times, Ade's eyes closing halfway as she suspiciously eyed her cup. "Zane did you switch my cup for the one with rum?" Hillcroft gasped sarcastically, laying their hand upon their chest in mock hurt. "I would never. Can't you taste the difference?" - "Not anymore... I'm too drunk." She groaned and her head fell back against the rest, making everyone laugh. Poppy was still sitting upon the carpet, talking to Cressida who apparently chose to switch seats. "How was it, oh almighty queen of Slytherin?" Garrett smiled up at Amaya, offering her to sit next to him as everyone around them was rather busy with their own conversations. They might have quit playing after all. "Intrigued?" The witch smiled as she sat down next to the Gryffindor in a sideways manner, one knee bent upon the cushion and her arm resting on the headrest to face Garrett. "A little. But-" He gestured to his neck, his eyes fixed upon Amaya's. "That already tells me a lot." The Gryffindor snickered as the witch hit him jokingly, offering her a muggle cigarette since Sebastian was still nowhere to be seen. "Your watchdog doesn't need to know. I'm as silent as a grave." She didn't hesitate as she retrieved one from the pack, holding it between her lips to get out her wand. Garrett did the same, leaning over slightly to use the small flame the Slytherin summoned, to light his own cigarette as well. "We talked like three quarters of the time, so don't let your mind wander concerning these" Amaya answered after some time, pointing at the small bruises along her shoulders and neck, the familiar smell of London pubs settling upon the Common Room. The smoke, sweat and stinging scent of Whiskey and rum... The vibration of the music was still thrumming in the dense air, laughs and singing to be caught within.

Sebastian didn't come back.

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"I'd say we have about a month... Maybe less, maybe more. It's hard to calculate because all the Loyalists have retreated to the Coast-Mines in the Southernmost East of the Highlands. Your attempt to destroy the drill together with Lodgok had a sad twist to it, but it bought us time. I can imagine you're still grieving over his death..." Fig folded his hands as he sighed and looked at the Slytherin, slumped in a chair opposite to him. She didn't catch a lot of sleep before coming here. Gwendolyn had to stomp on her and screech, letter dropping upon Amaya's face, for the witch to wake up. It was around 7 o' clock in the morning on a Sunday. No one was roaming the halls as Amaya had made her way to Fig's office because except for her, everyone got to sleep in and regenerate their body and mind after that Common Room Party yesterday. With a heavy sigh the witch pressed the heels of her palms onto her lids, rubbing them ever so roughly that her sight was blurred for a second. "It's been some time and of course I am still sad, but I can't grieve everyone we lose on our way Professor. Lodgok was a great help to our plans, and I will forever be grateful but the rivalry between him and his brother, Ranrok... It was too heavy, too dark. No matter the time or situation, it might have ended like this either way." Amaya lowered her hands into her lap, pulling her feet up and resting her head against her knees instead. She was here almost every second day, this office didn't feel like a space of authority anymore, but familiar, especially when they didn't tend to Fig's desk but the armchairs in front of his fireplace. A demiguise was shimmering in the first rays of the sun through the windows and Amaya made a mental note to come back at night and fetch the moon. However by Salazar's scales it even got here.