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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 26, 2013 0:37:21 GMT
Brent wandered up the stairs a couple of moments after her, his feet dragging a little due to his own attitude, boredom mainly, and when he got bored he got annoyed at the easiest thing. Walking along the corridor towards Tiffs room, he sighed heavily, eyebrow raising as he noticed how clean the floor was, realising Phe must of cleaned up the blood that was gracing the floor, walls, and the door to her own room. Smirking softly, his hand padded across Tiffs bedroom door before he turned the handle and pushed the door open effortlessly.
Walking inside, he patted the hyena on the head as he passed her before perching himself on the bed. Arms out in front of him he stretched his muscles for a moment before moving his hands to tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head, his hand moving to ruffle his hair once the item of clothing was tossed on the floor -waiting for either Tiff or the house elf to pick it up- standing, the tall male dropped his jeans before perching back on the bed again, waiting for Tiff to finish in the bathroom so he himself could shower.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 26, 2013 0:47:27 GMT
"All yours." she insisted, fingercombing her damp hair out as her other hand clutched the towel up to herself. Eight months ago & she would have been able to leave it, her body being enough to hold it up, but she didn't have the curve left to support it anymore. Holding it up to her chest as she passed in front of him to get to the wardrobe, it slouched down her back a little to reveal the endless rivers of white scars that almost entirely covered the now broken & losing-feathers wings that had been tattooed to her back. At one point in her life, it had been a large, intricate tattoo, but at this point all that was left was the skeletal, haunting image of very bare wings, almost bat-like, now. One of her more memorable fights with Brent had been the to credit for that, the venom & various poisons that had seeped into the cuts all over her back had kept them from ever properly healing, & had began to rot the feathers off of the tattoo as if they were real wings. As she leaned over to grab a dress of hers that hung from her vanity chair, the wings attempt to flutter & straighten themselves, only managing to twitch brokenly as if she were a bird that had flown into a window.
She'd grown used to the scars, though - her entire body was covered in them, some of them slowly healed & some never would, she was a giant map of red & white scars, scabs that were beginning to heal & ones that she couldn't stop picking at. She set the dress aside carefully & found a pair of stockings, glancing up at Brent & letting her gaze travel over him hungrily before waiting for him to vanish into the bathroom so she could dress herself.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 26, 2013 13:30:12 GMT
Grunting softly, he didn't thank her but simply stood himself up before flexing and walking into the bathroom, the door shutting with a harsh thud behind him. The tall male walked over to the sink, his hands gripping the porcelain as he faced his reflection in the mirror, any signs of his scuffle with Ophelia now mainly faded, all that could be seen was a slight red mark where the gash had been on his jaw.
Blinking at his reflection a few times he sighed, his hands moving to ruffle his hair before he moved to step in the shower, the heat turned up high as he stood under the consistent stream of water. He took his time, washing every inch of every muscle of his body, his hands moving and tugging at his hair as he washed it clean. His hand rubbing the back of his stiffening neck as his fingers combed across his skin.
Exhaling heavily as he turned the shower off, he grabbed a towel from the side and wrapped it around his waist before shaking his head, shaking the water out of his hair in a somewhat dog like manner before he grabbed another towel, ruffling it through his hair and drying off his face. Dropping that towel he adjusted the one around his waist before walking to the door, padding his way back into Tiffs bedroom. "You can go to dinner." He started, eyeing her as he headed over to a drawer to grab some clothes. "I'll meet you down there."
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 26, 2013 13:35:24 GMT
She's only just managed to redress, the obvious signs of her general fatigue and lifelessness slowly beginning to return to her features, though it was obvious from the way that she held herself to hopefully that she was desperately trying to cling on to her little image of her former self that had been there for a few minutes earlier. Straightening her neckline on her longsleeved dress, she glanced at him through the mirror she stood in front of, eyes widening curiously when he spoke before she cleared her throat & nodded once, taking his invitation as a politely disguised demand to leave him be to finish getting ready.
She clicked her tongue, snapping her fingers impatiently at Illsa for her to follow, heading out of the room with the hyena trotting at her heels obediently before heading downstairs where a small cluster of death eaters were already sitting at the main table, some of them looking quiet & bored while others whispered importantly between each other.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 26, 2013 14:23:08 GMT
Brent stood over the drawer, fingering over items of clothes as he watched her, his gaze dropping once she nodded. Looking through his clothes, he picked out a simple crisp white long sleeved shirt and a pair of faded jeans. Taking his towel, he dried off his body before grabbing for his boxers. Dressing quickly he rolled the sleeves of the shirt up to his elbow and exhaled softly as he picked up his watch from the side table, slipping it onto his wrist effortlessly.
Standing in front of the mirror, he ran his fingers through his hair, straightening it out and styling it a little before he headed for her bedroom door, closing it silently behind him as he walked towards the stairs, heading for the dining room. Walking in the room he raised an eyebrow at a fellow deatheater heading for the seat beside Tiff, basically telling them to back off. Once the retreated, taking a seat a couple of chairs down he took his place beside Tiff. "I've seen more life in a morgue than there currently is in this room." He muttered, turning his attention towards her. "Half of these lot are halfwits and I'm surprised they even make it out of one fight alive, never mind anything else." His voice was low, avoiding conflict because he was smart enough not to start a fight between death eaters.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 26, 2013 14:27:39 GMT
Her lip twitched at the corner a little as she dropped her gaze to her lap instead of trying to stare ahead, the tiniest hint of a smirk on her features before vanishing entirely. "That's why they hide out here." she muttered back. It was true for most of them that there would be no better protection for them than to stay in Lestrange manor. The setup here could guard even the most reckless of their ranks.
"Pretty." Alecto Carrow was crowing at Illsa, who had put her ears back & began growling under her breath as soon as the woman drew too close. Tiffany let herself get distracted in the scene for a second before looking at Brent properly & taking in his apperance for the first time since he'd joined the table.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 26, 2013 14:38:35 GMT
Scratching at his arm, Brent sighed a little as he looked around the table in a bored manner, only letting out a soft 'mhmm' as Tiffany responded to what he'd said. Using his hand he pushed his sleeve up his arm a little further, the fabric tightening around his muscle as he did before it settled once more around his elbow, exposing his forearms. His dark mark showing in all its glory on his left arm.
Turning his head as he heard Illsa growl he looked at Alecto. "Sit down." He spoke harshly, ordering the other death eater to take their place at the table and leave the animal be.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 26, 2013 14:51:12 GMT
Tiff immediately had to look at her lap again to keep from snickering, biting down so hard on her lower lip that it turned white in the pressure. She wasn't about to start laughing at this table, she didn't have that sort of death wish. Looking up at Brent with wide, adoring eyes, the hyena immediately fell silent & rested her head against her front paws. The sight was both amusing & infuriating for the brunette. She didn't get to look at him like that - if she tried she certainly wouldn't get a pat on the head in response for it.
Her gaze fell on Brent's arm as she looked away, eyes trained on the mark. It was prominent as ever, though no longer as dark & crisp as her own. His had been through more & definitely been there quite a bit longer. It was magical, it would never need to be freshened up or replaced to continue doing it's job, so it was an easy way to tell the years that the other members had been in rank, just by glancing at the state of their mark. She always left her sleeves long, both concealing her scar-pocked skin & unfortunately, her mark as well.
When the food was on the table, Tiffany was just slowly beginning to lose the hint of hunger she'd had earlier. Frustrated with herself, she moved jerkily, angrily, unable to conceal how frustrated with herself she was getting lately. She'd never get any better at this rate.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 26, 2013 16:42:37 GMT
Letting his gaze turn back towards the animal for a moment, Brent gave a slight nod of approval before turning his back to her, his body once more facing the table. His fingers drummed against the faded wood for a moment as he had a brief word with the death eater to his left, Tiff sat on his right.
As the food came to the table, Brent picket up his goblet, taking a drink of water before reaching forwards to pick up food before placing it down on his plate.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 26, 2013 17:01:38 GMT
She took a deep breath, trying to force herself to get hungry again. She could shallowly pick up the scent of the food in front of her but couldn't use it to make her mouth water, couldn't build up a craving. She knew that she'd regret forcing it, knowing she'd feel sick, but on the other hand, she couldn't starve herself.
Grabbing her fork angrily she stabbed at a broccoli & eyed it on her fork for a long moment. Upwards at the table her father's plate was loaded with the stuff - his run-in with scurvy a year back hadn't been pleasant. She took the smallest bite from the piece, before setting her fork down again with the remainder still on it. Starving it was, then. In the short-term, it seemed a better option than forcing this down.
She let out a small noise of relief when Soleus took his seat just over a few & immediately tried talking to him instead, until he was swept up into a deep conversation with Dolohov & had to put her on the back burner.
"Fuck sakes." she hissed under her breath, using the back of her hand to knock her plate away from herself dismissively.
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