Back Around → Tiffany Lestrange

[Brent Yaxley]

Brent had been away for a good fortnight, just over, it'd been eventful, he'd been with a group of other death eaters, cleaning out a small village in the Welsh highlands. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere, living rough, sleeping in the woods and being on night duty to ensure no one came across them when the blood started being spilt. It'd been a fight and one of the lesser known death eaters someone unimportant as far as Brent was concerned, had actually lost his life. They were barely legal, as far as his opinion went the 'child' shouldn't have been there anyway. 

Walking through Knockturn, Brent stopped off at Beard Trimmings to have his stubble put back to normal and his hair cut to a good length again, cleaning him up properly. He'd sent Tiff an owl, telling her to meet him for lunch (he'd started coming around to being a little nicer to her, after all he had to spent the rest of his life with her). 

Heading towards the only place that sold edible food, the young male walked inside, taking a table in the corner. He was somewhat bruised - battered - the rough fortnight had taken its toll on his appearance. Though, he'd tidied up before heading to Knockturn, having been home at his mothers, so he'd at least showered and put on fresh clothes. A leather jacket covered his arms, only letting the bruising of his knuckles and the black eye he sported. 

Sighing, Brents fingers drummed softly against the table as his eyes flicked blankly over a menu, already quite sure of what he was going to have. 

[Tiffany Lestrange]

Tiffany was there in moments, running a hand through her hair & looking more than a little relieved when she caught sight of him through the dusty window & headed inside. She hadn't admitted it out loud to anyone, but she wasn't sure if he was going to be coming back, this time. Most search-and-destroy missions were so simple, quick, and miniscule that it wasn't normal for a Death Eater casualty. Injuries, sure, occasionally, but never a death - not on their end. She'd heard they'd lost someone & it made her blood run completely cold. Her first thought had been Soleus, but he'd owled to assure her that he was comfortable, and safe. He never did reply to her owl asking about Brent, which hadn't exactly sat very easily with her. 

The bed she always threatened to kick him out of seemed unbearably empty, then. 

She settled across from him, reaching up & pulling the long, gray ribbon from her hair, letting the high pony fall down around her shoulders. Fiddling restlessly with the piece of material for a moment, she finally cleared her throat & spoke first, her tone very hushed, not wanting anyone nearby to listen in.

"I'm glad you're not dead." she practically whispered, not meeting his eye.

[Brent Yaxley]

Glancing up as she sat down at the table, Brents expression didn't change, his mouth stayed in a flat line, although he did acknowledge her presence with a slight nod. His hand moved from to slide the menu across the table to her, having fully decided what he wanted whilst he'd been waiting for her.
Bringing his hand up to run his fingers through his hair, the male let out the softest sigh, his gaze moving to look around the room before he let his hands rest against the table, the finger of his left hand picking at a scab on his right knuckles.

"Ha." He replied, before staying silent for a moment as he pursed his lips lightly. "Not getting rid of me that easily, don't worry." His voice was a little huskier than normal, probably from the outdoor living with bitter winds and cold weather.

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ooc. sorry didn't reply yesterday, I can't think straight properly, so sickly maaaan D: 

[Tiffany Lestrange]

She exhaled in a huff the breath that she didn't realize she'd been holding. The hint of smugness was more than welcome at this point. She finally seemed to understand the way that her mother would strut angrily around the house when Rodolphus was gone for too long at a time, the way more glasses than usual would be broken in the house, her bedroom door always open instead of closed as normal. It wasn't love that held her to the man she waited on to come home at night, it was something heavier, darker.

"Had some trouble, though." she commented, referencing both the bad news Soleus had given her, and the black eye that her fiance was sporting, along with the other smaller scrapes and bruises over what of his flesh was visible to her from where she sat. 

Squirming in her uncomfortable, hard seat, she settled in a bit better & then wound her ribbon around her fingers anxiously. She'd hardly spoken a word since he'd been gone, taking a few 'mental health days' and not leaving her dorm or house. Her professors, who were slowly becoming worried that she may end up snapping & taking out half of her Thursday evening potions class in some sort of psychotic breakdown, were perfectly happy with her taking some time off for herself. 

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ooc. that's alright! are you feeling any better?

[Brent Yaxley]

Brent sat back in his seat slightly, letting his back flatten against the back of the seat. It felt good, being able to relax for a short while after how hectic the previous fortnight had been. His hands moved, the fingers of his right hand crawling over the scabs of his left, the end of his nail picking at a small scab, just carefully, and not hard enough to rip it away from his flesh.

Shrugging, he set his jaw for a moment, though he'd taken note of what she's said, and responded a little bit, he seemed to think about it for a short while, his tongue dampening at his lower lip before he opened his mouth properly in order to speak. "Just a child, no great loss to us. - Collateral damage if anything." He answered sounding honest, like it was what he truly believed. "They were just slowing us down anyway." The male leaned forward as he closed his mouth again, his elbows resting against the edge of the table as he let out a heavy sigh.

"What've you been doing whilst I've been away?" He asked finally, doing quite well so far at feigning some kind of interest in small chit chat.

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ooc. still not perfect but getting there now, thanks!

[Tiffany Lestrange]

She wondered, for a moment, who it was, but knew better than to think of it in a personal way. She looked up guiltily at his next question. Pacing? Worrying? she thought to herself, fiddling with her fingers as a nervous habit. 

"Not much of anything. Studying, mostly. I've got exams, of all things, to worry about." she reached up & scratched her neck, her sleeve falling away enough to reveal one scarred up, thin hand, her ring looking almost loose on her finger. "I'm sure Godfrey'll be glad Soleus came back alive." she muttered, almost venomously, as if it was offensive for the girl to even dare worrying about him.