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i was busy. what's up?  [ he asked, arms crossing over his chest.  ] 

@sIytherinheir 
            
            you're late... ( he sounded disappointed, like it was nothing new. ) as usual..

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( his touch firm yet not harsh and it was enough to remind her of the boundaries she was toeing. yet, the moment the cold metal of the necklace touched her skin, she felt her composure slipping. it wasn’t just the chill of the jewelry—it was the significance, the sheer intimacy of carrying a fragment of his soul against her flesh. it burned through her restraint, awakening a need she could no longer ignore. without a second thought, she stepped closer, her lips finding his in a kiss that was both hesitant and desperate, the warmth of her mouth brushing against his briefly before she pulled away. her breath trembled as she dropped into a deep bow, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. )   as you wish, my lord..  ( she whispered, the necklace’s presence on her neck both a gift and a curse she was all too willing to bear. )

@corvusbld 
            
            ( almost impulsively, tom was quicker than the speed of lightning to grab her wrist and pull her around just until she was facing him, his grip firm, but not painful, cold fingers around her warm wrist just tight enough to feel her pulse and stop her movements. he hadn't thought of this before, but now, he had the perfect solution. he let go of her wrist to stand up and pick up the locket of salazar slytherin, and ever so slowly, he was behind her, clasping the precious piece of his soul around her neck, letting it tick right above her heart. ) give the diary to malfoy, and the cup to bellatrix black.

( she rose from the chair, the delicate fabric of her dress sweeping the floor as she moved with measured elegance. her steps were slow, deliberate, until she stopped behind him. both hands rested lightly on his rigid shoulders, fingers pressing just enough to feel the tension beneath. )   if this is something my presence can resolve, what’s stopping you?   ( her gaze lingered on him as her thumbs grazed the lines of his strained muscles. )   you’re carrying so much tension,

( his answer cut through her like ice, the words she had dreaded to hear settling heavily within her. the faint smile she’d held vanished, replaced by a flicker of agony that slipped through despite her efforts. but, aware of his gaze, she swallowed her disappointment, inhaling deeply to calm herself. after a few breaths, she gathered enough strength to mask her hurt, bowing her head slightly in submission. )   as you wish, my lord,

@corvusbld 
            
            ( he considered this cognitively, yet his face bore no symptoms of his thoughts as he turned to glance her, lips pressed into a thin line, as if anyone else besides himself touching her was something that greatly disturbed him. pondering this for a few seconds, he finally gave her his answer. but then again, the task of slipping veritaserum into the drinks of those who were already suspicious of him would prove more difficult than a few pretty words from odette. ) if necessary, yes.

do they really have to lay a finger on me?   ( the question slipped from her lips, soft yet heavy, the first words she’d spoken properly all evening. her eyes shut tightly—not only against the jarring sensation of apparating but for the deeper revulsion that churned in her stomach. the mere thought of another man’s hand on her, anyone else daring to reach her, filled her with such loathing that nausea rose, swift and unbidden. it was terrifying, the way she felt; even the abstract thought of any touch but his left her unnerved, her body drawn tense with an instinctual recoil. )

@undyings   (  . . .  )      [       her   eye   twitched   at   the   mention   of   her   other   sister   ,    andromeda .   after   having   given   him   the glass   of   whiskey   ,   catrina   took   a   moment   to   study   him   ,    analytical   eyes    not   so   subtly   trailing   over   his   relaxed form .     ]           yes ,   / unfortunately /   .   it   was   horribly  disappointing   .           [        catrina   hardly approved   of   the   pairing   ,     and   her   sister   was   a   fool   for   even   considering it .   andromeda   knew   better .   she   had   abandoned   their   family   ,     chosen   love   for   a   mudblood over   her   own   flesh and blood .     but     catrina   hardly   wanted   the dark   lord   to   start   focusing   on   that   .    while   her sister’s   actions   had   tainted   their   family name ,    and   catrina   was   beyond   furious about   it ,    she   still   loved   her   sister .      ]      is   this   why   you’re   here   ,   my   lord .  to   go   over   my   siblings’   questionable   life   choices   ?   because   I’m   sure   the   details will    bore   you . 

@elegxntdesires 
            
            ( frankly speaking ,, her younger sister /was/ an asset to the cause ,, but only because she was the perfect guinea pig. tom often used the safety of the youngest black to mold the other two black sisters into doing as he pleased. ) and the other one's off with a mudblood by the name of ted tonks, is she not? ( once again, he was proving he knew everything— nothing happened that he did not know of. she may be good at manipulating, but he was better. )

@undyings    (  . . .  )      [      catrina   tilted   her head   to   the   side   ,   the   corners   of   her mouth   still   tugged   up   but   this   time   into   a   smile   that   seemed   tighter   ,   forced .   it   didn’t   quite   reach   the   darkness   of   her   hardened   gaze   .   as   venomous   as   she   was   ,   threats   to   her family   were   not   taken   lightly   .   if   it had been   anyone   else   making   them ,   she would   have   already   told   them   that   she’d   tear   out   their   tongue   .     ]     yes ,   that   would   be   a   shame .   [    the   Black   sister   spoke    carefully   ,    with   a   subtle   change   in   her   tone .     ]      for  cissa   would   be   an   asset    to   your    cause   . and   we   can’t    afford   to   lose   anyone   else   loyal   to   the  cause   ,   can   we   ?      [        as   always ,     she   twisted   words   to   gain   the desired   effect   —   to   make   him   realise   that   what   he   was   threatening ,   would be   a   dire   mistake .    she   was   rather skilled  at   manipulating   in that way .    at   his   last   comment   ,   catrina   grasped   the   floating    glass   of   whiskey ,   handing   it to him   ,    a   gleam   appearing   in   her   gaze .    ]    all   in   good   jest   .     [       she   spoke   calmly ,    eloquently   ,   as   it   was   how   her   mother   brought   her   up .  in   that    way   ,    she   was   different   to   her sister   bellatrix .   but   no   less   deadly .     ] 

( her fingertips ghosted along the rim of his whiskey glass, hovering just long enough to hint at a question without speaking a word. her gaze, steady yet somehow softened, stayed on him, conveying both curiosity and a hint of mischief as she finally lifted the glass to her lips. the faint warmth of the glass contrasted with the coolness of the liquid, her careful sip leaving a faint, delicate stain of rose-colored lipstick along the rim—a quiet mark of her presence.
            she set the glass back before him with a slight, almost bashful look, as if the gesture had been entirely innocent, though both of them knew otherwise. )   he’ll be in your presence tomorrow,   ( her eyes flickered to the place where her lips had left their mark, lingering there before drifting back to meet his gaze. )   if anyone is to fail you, it will never be me.. you know i’d go to any lengths – even the ones i haven’t yet imagined..

@corvusbld 
            
            ( the remaining whiskey slid down his throat easily, and his melodious voice filled the air once more. his thumb bestowed a gentle pressure on her pulse point, the rest of his fingers wrapped around her small wrist. ) i think you know why, odette, ( like honey, her name flowed from his lips, and paired with the eye-contact he maintained with her and the way he sensually fondled her wrist, it was enough to charm her. he did not specify the reason why he chose her, he left it open for her imagination to do the work, for her imagination to drive her insane with the number of infinite possibilities. ) there is a man, at the ministry of magic— his name is matthias. i want you to bring him to me... ( his dark brown eyes stared intently into her eyes, capturing her gaze until she was drowning in it. this was the first task he was giving her, he wanted to see how she would perform, this was her test. )

( the brush of his fingers against her skin felt like a reward hard-earned, one that sparked an electric thrill she’d carefully suppressed for days. she’d silenced her pride, restrained her sharp edges, all for the chance to stand in his presence—though she could never say she was content to simply follow. no, the way she submitted held a quiet defiance; she wasn’t just any follower, and he knew it. she’d made herself indispensable, biding her time until he would see what she already understood: no other would match her devotion, her nerve.. one way or another, he would relent, allowing her to draw him into the flames she’d kindled just for him. ) and yet, you chose me for something so… special,   ( her lips, painted a daring red, curved upward in a slight smirk. her skin tingling beneath his touch. )   out of everyone, my lord… why me?

@undyingsㅤ*ㅤ!! 

// yee

/           please! 

* sure

@corvusbld / end here ??

( from the moment she was old enough to scheme, she knew how to get what she wanted. the dark mark was only a gateway, a stepping stone to something far greater. as she extended her arm, offering it to him with a steady, unflinching confidence, her gaze lingered not on his face, but on his hands. she studied each precise movement, each calculated turn of his fingers, memorizing the way his power manifested even in the smallest gestures. this was more than a mark—it was her first taste of the life she intended to claim from him. )