Ethan Vanderhyde
Death Eater
Graduated Slytherin
Talk less, smile more - don't let them know what you're against or what you're for.
Posts: 220
Relationship Status: In Pursuit of: Meredith Mulciber
Player: Sam
Title: Intern - Level Five, Ministry Of Magic | Recruiter - Death Eaters
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Post by Ethan Vanderhyde on May 6, 2023 18:49:36 GMT
By all the gods - he loved a confident woman. Ethan was drawn to them, their strength, their sense of self, their command of a room , everything that had been denied to his mother. That energy was good for him, gave less importance to his own failings, gave him an elevated sense of worth and of purpose, especially when he was feeling low. Would he have so deeply fallen for Meredith, so been inspired by her to improve himself, without her being so above him? Euphadora's grin was enchantment itself, her words drawing him closer still. With any luck, the misstep he'd made earlier would be forgotten, and he wouldn't be one to dim her spirits again tonight. That in mind, at that teasing challenge of hers, Ethan really had no choice but to agree. It seemed that the witch really was unattached, and perhaps even looking for someone to spend nights like this with. The endless string of parties and clubs and fun was liberating, he imagined. And while it was difficult to picture himself becoming a regular among this mixed company, it was tempting to imagine a life where that was a real option. And while he and Euphadora were both, as it would seem, unattached, who knew what nights like this could evolve into... As long as your weekends remain free, no one from headquarters needing you either... "Couldn't stand to disappoint you, Euphadora." Ethan smirked, drawing her closer by her hips as they moved with the beat. "Count me in."As the music changed, growing faster and faster, his companion's thrill grew in turn. Ethan had to chuckle, her vibrancy and ability to be in this moment a pure envy, and while it seemed to be another muggle tune he'd never heard - he adjusted his tempo and his steps, maddeningly close in the tight space. Not that he was at all adverse to the need to keep his friend closer, to feel her body against his, but in part it was the elevated risk of elbowing another patron that kept him in tight, moving in rhythm with her. Her glass was dangerously close to running dry, and he thanked his lucky stars that the shots had so far done the trick for him. But wanting to keep it that way, and repay her efforts, he tapped the glass at the next moment he could be heard over the music, in the next change. "Ready for another? Don't forget it's my treat the rest of the night, if you'll take advantage of the offer," he teased.
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Euphadora Parkinson
Civilian
Graduated Slytherin
Posts: 95
Player: Lyra
Title: Reception - Ministry of Magic
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Post by Euphadora Parkinson on May 7, 2023 21:02:55 GMT
A thrill of excitement at Ethan's words sent a shiver up her spine and forced a beaming smile from her lips. She could make him call out her name all night long, that aphrodisiac that did more than alcohol would ever do, and with the way that his hands moved across her body she was certain he wanted it too. Perhaps a return to her old ways would be just the thing to snap her out of this fog she had been in lately. A shocking revelation had accompanied her pregnancy scare, the recognition that she had settled into something far too comfortable with Rabastan over the summer months. Despite reaffirming their commitment to a friendship composed of nothing more than conversation, drinking, and casual sex, the casualness of the arrangement had seemed to falter, at least on her end. Sitting in the cold, sterile room at St Mungo's with the news that she was with child, waiting for the healer to return with a pamphlet on a potion she would ultimately decide to use, Dora had time to do some mental maths while festering in her shock. The realization that her time had been spent most recently with Rabastan, that the ease with which she had found herself transitioning from sneaking out of his bed at night to waking to a full English breakfast in the morning was seconded only by the awareness that all others on her rotation had fallen out of use. Rumors still swirled of her promiscuity and yet she had gone months in an accidentally monogamous arrangement with a dear friend, followed by a self-imposed drought of sorrow and confusion. Tonight Dora would not only save Ethan from his own misery, but she would right her own sinking ship as well. Signaling the need for a fresh drink, Dora nodded to Ethan's remark. "I'm happy to take advantage of anything you'd like to offer tonight," she said with a suggestive smirk that felt right at home on her face. Ethan was handsome and wickedly smart. He was working in the law department after all. Who else could boast such a position of knowledge at his age? Sure, there were others their age with posh positions, but were they focused on making laws or simply following them? Ethan would be setting laws into place one day. That required brilliance she certainly could not comprehend but felt it needed rewarding nonetheless. Dora finished the last mouthful of clear liquid in her glass and, taking him up on his drink offer, suggested "surprise me?" She had no intention of leaving the dancefloor before she was ready, and gently passed Ethan her emptied glass as she kept on dancing, enjoying the next song nearly as much as the last.
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Ethan Vanderhyde
Death Eater
Graduated Slytherin
Talk less, smile more - don't let them know what you're against or what you're for.
Posts: 220
Relationship Status: In Pursuit of: Meredith Mulciber
Player: Sam
Title: Intern - Level Five, Ministry Of Magic | Recruiter - Death Eaters
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Post by Ethan Vanderhyde on Jul 15, 2023 20:11:10 GMT
Anything I offer?Ethan grinned at her words, at the look on her face, and could hardly believe his luck. That the friend who'd come to save him from himself tonight was still interested in him was a welcome surprise, and a night like this had to be what he needed to get over his failed relationship. He had had a life before tying his to Meredith's, and while that life had not been without its downs and struggles - it was a full life, with fewer responsibilities, with the freedoms and frivolity of youth, and Euphadora was giving him an opportunity to not only get back to that, but to do it better this time. Now that he was out on his own, on his own, he could give into temptation. The only one holding him back was himself, after all, and here Dora was, leaving little risk left to interpretation. Not too much of a fool to let that lie, are you?"Promised to keep me in your sights, didn't you? Then this is just our first stop, and you're coming with me out of here," Ethan countered, and took the glass when she emptied it. While he continued with cockiness confidence, there was enough of a joke in his voice to be able to play it off if she hadn't been serious. Or so he hoped. "Now to figure out - yours or mine?" Still smirking, he left her to the music and the dance, and stepped down from the charmed dancefloor. It was like returning to land after setting sail, and after a few unsteady steps - from the drink or the charmwork, he wasn't entirely certain - Ethan had rejoined the queue at the bar. He watched for the witch on the dancefloor, hungry eyes taking in the way she moved, more than eager for his memories of her to be refreshed, and soon enough was on his way back with drinks in hand. A strong martini, dirty, and the liquid courage of firewhisky for him. This time, he stepped up without hesitation, rising with the charm until he was on solid enough "ground" to trust his steps and return to Euphadora.
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Euphadora Parkinson
Civilian
Graduated Slytherin
Posts: 95
Player: Lyra
Title: Reception - Ministry of Magic
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Post by Euphadora Parkinson on Jul 16, 2023 22:48:54 GMT
Ethan took her glass and suggested they leave together when the time came, and Dora smiled in agreement. This had not been the ultimate plan for the evening, though she couldn’t honestly say she hadn’t considered it as she made her way through the nearly deserted Ministry hallway to berate him for overworking. Her last several months had been spent privately wallowing in perplexing misery, her typical appetite for men completely nonexistent. She was not without options if she had had the desire; Rabastan, among others, had sought her out a number of times but she regularly made up excuses to avoid his company until he finally stopped trying. Dora felt guilty for ignoring him, knowing that he couldn’t possibly understand her feelings about the situation. She hadn’t understood them herself, despite neither being ready nor desiring to have a child, but she was certain her unexplained sadness on the matter was not shared by her paramour, thus her shunning him was likely confusing. Despite her lack of desire these past some months, Dora finally felt ready, and Ethan was the perfect guy to bring her back to life. Alone on a crowded dance floor, Dora let the music overtake her. The little apprehension she had left before their arrival at the nightclub had completely evaporated with Ethan’s gaze as he watched her from the queue at the bar. She closed her eyes, noticing the weightlessness of the people around her even more as they brushed past one another in the air. Large hands touched her hips and Dora ignored them at first, not unfamiliar with being touched in a crowded space, particularly by men who often seemed to feel entitled to her body. As the hands lingered, Dora opened her eyes, smiling and turning to look at who she expected to be Ethan back impossibly quick with a fresh drink, but instead she was met with a man who towered over her by at least a foot, with shaggy blond hair that looked as though it would be more at home on a beach than a city nightclub. “Not interested,” she said, her smile now as fake as the one she wore most days at work, but the man seemed to either not hear her or not care. She moved to put some space between them, but his hands pulled her back to him and he leaned down in attempt to kiss her. This would typically be the point in the evening where Dora might signal to Violet for reinforcements, either simply by interjecting a new body in the mix and pulling her away or, if the bloke was persistent, playing up an interest in a relationship that did not include men. But she was not here with a girl friend, and surfer boy was blocking her view of Ethan and the bar. “I’m with someone,” she explained, trying again to create some space between them but it was of no use. She couldn’t hear what the man was saying over the music, but he was not deterred by her clear disinterest, nor was he letting go of her waist. She leaned back, her hand on his chest to create some separation between them as she looked for an escape route.
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Ethan Vanderhyde
Death Eater
Graduated Slytherin
Talk less, smile more - don't let them know what you're against or what you're for.
Posts: 220
Relationship Status: In Pursuit of: Meredith Mulciber
Player: Sam
Title: Intern - Level Five, Ministry Of Magic | Recruiter - Death Eaters
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Post by Ethan Vanderhyde on Nov 25, 2023 23:13:35 GMT
He'd lost sight of Euphadora as he navigated back to where he left her. The patrons danced, levitating without care, and through the ever-changing gaps, Ethan caught a glimpse that made his eyes narrow. She was already in someone else's arms. How long had he been gone? Did time pass differently here, through an additional enchantment over the dance floor that he hadn't perceived? The pair was blocked again from view and he continued towards them; when they were once more in sight, Euphadora's attempt to push the bloke away was unmistakable, and Ethan picked up his previously wary pace. Tonight was about getting back to himself, wasn't it? To stop moping about feeling sorry for himself and do something?Haven't been in a fair fight since school, have you?
Nobody said anything about fair. And maybe it won't come to that. He could have some sense.He downed his drink, dropping it without bothering to see if the charms keeping them all afloat would do the same for it. It had been a good thing to feel the lightness his friend brought out of him, the feeling such a novel one when set against the melancholy he'd sunken into as of late. The feeling that followed, the short-lived bristling at seeing her with another man and thinking he'd been so casually snubbed, was stoked by the fire from his glass, rising into something he'd hidden from since the breakup. Meredith got to be angry, use her fury at him and their parents and act out however she wished to endure the pain at his perceived betrayal. He had failed, he had had a lapse in judgement that allowed her to learn the secret truth, and directing such anger at himself had helped...absolutely nothing, as always. But it lay coiled, pent up behind his walls, ready to do something. It'd helped get him and his mates, or his sister and hers, out of bad spots before. It'd saved him during the test with Bellatrix and the Carrows this fall, offering itself up to be tapped into so he could summon the curses necessary to keep his station. It could help tonight. With a clearer mind, he would have exercised greater caution. Remembered earlier worries about his not fitting in here reflecting poorly on Euphadora. The witch could handle herself, she was no stranger to defending herself with her wand. But was she thrown by the tight space, unavoidable bumps into strangers of all kinds, the disorienting, deafening music - or, simply, the unwanted presence of this hulking man, Ethan was close enough to see his hands digging into her sides - He took Euphadora's free hand with his own, and wedged himself between her and the man as the other had a moment's lapse, surprised at an interruption. Up close, he looked to be part troll, the straggly hair doing a poor job to distract from the fact. Quickly, eyes never leaving the brute's face, he handed the glass back to Euphadora and took his wand in hand, pressing it against the chest the witch had just held away from herself. "I'm sure she was perfectly clear," he said through the noise, "but in case you're too thick to understand - you leave her be, or it's me you're dealing with. Do we understand each other?"
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Euphadora Parkinson
Civilian
Graduated Slytherin
Posts: 95
Player: Lyra
Title: Reception - Ministry of Magic
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Post by Euphadora Parkinson on Dec 17, 2023 22:13:14 GMT
Ethan seemed to have come out of nowhere and she gasped at his sudden positioning between herself and the man who couldn’t seem to take a hint. He handed her the drink he’d left her to retrieve from the bar and Dora took it hastily as her eyes widened at the sight of Ethan’s wand. This was not how she was expecting the evening to go, certainly not what she had planned as she made naughty innuendo with her friend on the dance floor and imagined their naked bodies intertwined in his bed. An unexpected surge of excitement and arousal coursed through her as Ethan rose to her defense. The shaggy haired troll of a man looked nonplused as the newcomer interjected himself between the brunette and him. The threats, verbal and otherwise as Ethan’s wand pressed into his hulking chest, were not well received and the man swung a massive fist towards Ethan’s face. Dora screamed and stepped back, stumbling into a couple behind her who seemed to take no notice of the confrontation unfolding nearby. The music continued to blare, colorful lights and intoxicated clubgoers dancing around them, unbothered by the commotion.
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Ethan Vanderhyde
Death Eater
Graduated Slytherin
Talk less, smile more - don't let them know what you're against or what you're for.
Posts: 220
Relationship Status: In Pursuit of: Meredith Mulciber
Player: Sam
Title: Intern - Level Five, Ministry Of Magic | Recruiter - Death Eaters
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Post by Ethan Vanderhyde on Jun 3, 2024 3:03:44 GMT
He was feeling something rather than sorry for himself, all right. The pent-up anger, as it released, had a heat that was as novel as this night had already been. Euphadora was safely behind him, and his world narrowed to their circle - and he should have known, he should have known that the troll would act as one. For all of his dueling accolades in school, Ethan was too well-bred to win a fistfight. Instead of going for his wand, the towering man's fist connected with his face, even as he attempted to dodge. Through the crash and the ringing he heard a woman's piercing scream, and his face was on fire, lightning strikes with every frenzied beat of his heart. He blinked fiercely until vision returned, seeing stars from the swirling lights or the pain, and was proud to have kept his feet if nothing else. The impulse to laugh roiled in his gut in the wake of the shock of the pain, adrenaline reverberated through his limbs, and he felt everything as his eyes focused on the dopey, smug look on the other man's face. The shine of his blood on the man's knuckles. Why had he kept this vice so tightly shut? To protect what was left of the waning honor of his family's name? To not embarrass himself, his father, any further? He wouldn't win with his fists, but Ethan shoved the other back anyway before impulsively coupling a fitting punishment with a jinx that sent him swinging to the rafters with a howl. Had he ever thanked Severus for that one? He tasted metal through a split lip and, breathing heavy, allowed himself the flash of a grin through the grimaces as he untucked his shirt, pulling it up to wipe at his face. It came away red, petals on snow, and fell with a new heaviness as he let it go. The altercation felt much longer than its mere moments, and while his world expanded - the thrumming music, the digit he kicked away, the sticky heat of the dancefloor - the intensity of feeling did not lessen. No one was coming at them, everyone around too self-involved or liquored up or minds gone far, far away - yet. But he spun for Euphadora, taking her by the hand in silence and making a hasty exit. Off the floor, past the coat-check, face turned away as they slid past the doorman, into the exhaust-filled night of the muggle street again. "Apparition point at yours," he instructed, as the witch hadn't yet been to his, and pulled her to him for them to disappear. He would apologize later, he would have their things delivered - but they needed to go.
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Euphadora Parkinson
Civilian
Graduated Slytherin
Posts: 95
Player: Lyra
Title: Reception - Ministry of Magic
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Post by Euphadora Parkinson on Jun 11, 2024 22:41:12 GMT
The altercation blurred before her. Ethan’s wandwork was swift and before Dora could process everything that had happened, Ethan was pulling her away from the dancefloor. Looking back over her shoulder, she watched as the trollish man swung inverted from an invisible rafter, the crowd slowly parting as dancers finally took notice of the blood that dripped steadily from the hanging man’s now four-digit hand. The only sound that could be heard as she moved further away from the scene was the music pumping through the crowded space, but she could see the man’s face contorted in pain. His yowling frown almost looked smile-like from her upright position. Dora let out a nervous laugh as she looked forward again to Ethan guiding her through the maze of people with a steady pace that she recognized as urgent yet not running. Dora understood instantly what was happening, and she downed as much of her drink as she could before abandoning the glass on the last flat surface she passed as they left the club and returned to the relative silence of the London alleyway. Pulled against his body and given instructions for where they were headed, Dora prolonged their departure for only a moment with an adrenaline-fueled kiss. She could feel her heart pounding and her skin tingling with excitement and knew that there was no disapparating without first claiming her white knight. Claim staked, she broke the kiss and restated “at mine” before a ‘pop’ was swallowed among the sounding horns and rumbling motors of the busy street adjacent the alley. ***
Dora stumbled as she pushed open the front door of her flat, pulling Ethan inside and to her again. How long had it been since they’d had a proper snogging session like this? In the early days of Meredith, at the latest. He had not seemed to have lost his skill in the time since proclaiming monogamy. She managed a few words between kisses as she replayed his heroic rescue in her thoughts. “That was so…” Dora made an expression that conveyed her attraction better than her words could have in that moment and then kissed him again. Groping blindly for the door without breaking from his lips, she shut the outside world away and turned the lock. She hadn’t been expecting guests when she left for work this morning. In fact, she’d not hosted any real company in several months. Ender had spent as much time with her as he could, even given his busy work schedule and renewed relationship with Taryn. It was more than she deserved as she had repeatedly refused to explain to her brother what had happened to send her into such a spiral, and had made Narcissa and Violet promise not to say anything to him about it. Dora cried secretly the first few times Ender had suggested seeing his new/old girlfriend in place of staying in with her, and then spent the evening alone berating herself for being selfish of her brother’s attention. It got easier as the weeks went by to be on her own, but eventually she had to return to work if she had any expectation of keeping her job at all. That was where much of her socializing occurred now, at the Ministry building, though she did not flutter off to the various departments with parchment-thin work-related excuses like the social butterfly she had been previously. And certain departments she avoided altogether, opting for sending the internal memos by owl instead. But of the scant chit-chat and false smiles she put on for her friends while at work, very few had been welcomed to her home since summer’s end and it showed in her housekeeping. Taking a moment’s breath from the allure of her rescuer and pulling her wand from her pocket, Dora flicked her wrist in the direction of her record player. An album slid from its jacket and set itself onto the turntable before the arm positioned the needle gently on the record. Music soon filled the small space as Dora guided Ethan past the dining table she was currently using as a sewing table. Scraps of fabric and pieces of pattern paper laid haphazardly amid spools of thread and pincushions. An unfinished dress for a friend’s impending wedding hung on a nearby form. Dora moved past the mess and into the space that was simultaneously both her lounge and her bedroom. Normally she would have been embarrassed about the small pile of clothes and sporadic shoes that had been discarded across her floor, but thanks to the liquor that was currently clouding her head, she simply kicked them out of the way unfazed. Her bed was unmade, littered with a handful of books she'd recently finished, but she pushed Ethan onto it and followed him down onto the mattress, taking his earlobe in her mouth before trailing kisses down his neck. Oh how she had missed this. Drinking. Dancing. Kissing. She felt alive again for the first time in a long while. He tasted of whiskey and metal and smelled of sweet, earthy sweat. It was familiar yet different. A good kind of different. A necessary different.
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Ethan Vanderhyde
Death Eater
Graduated Slytherin
Talk less, smile more - don't let them know what you're against or what you're for.
Posts: 220
Relationship Status: In Pursuit of: Meredith Mulciber
Player: Sam
Title: Intern - Level Five, Ministry Of Magic | Recruiter - Death Eaters
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Post by Ethan Vanderhyde on Jun 23, 2024 2:29:15 GMT
As they left the club at something just under a run, Ethan belatedly began to worry. In fights that he'd been in during school that Euphadora had witnessed, he hadn't...known what he now knew, been as free as he now was, had practice with trained killers. He'd always been quick with a curse, but more level, moderated to the scene, able to explain most things away to his Head of House with a laugh, for there must have been some sort of misunderstanding. Tonight, he hadn't hesitated to draw blood, reacting to win - and what would she think? Euphadora was breathless as he was, eyes dark and wide as she looked up at him, lithe body already pressed against him as he prepared to Apparate them away before he was caught. She kissed him in the alley, and, blood pumping with new adrenaline, Ethan returned her attention without pause. He hadn't forgotten the soft fullness of her lips, the taste of her under the alcohol, and the throbbing pulse in his cut lip would have to wait. He smiled against her lips as she broke them apart to whisper their destination back to him, and they disappeared in a blur - to reappear in a blur, a flurry of chasing her lips, her hips, as they floundered to her front door. Ethan was barely cognizant of anything outside of her - the feel of her under his hands, his mouth, the lush length of her midnight hair and the sweat on her neck. Whatever spark of worry he had had outside the club was long banished, and pushed further away as she struggled to speak, instead locking him in with a look that had him going more than words ever could. This was urgent, what was happening between them - urgent and eager as he'd been for the fight and unable to break from that mode since, he had a partner matching his enthusiasm, and in the brief absences of her lips on his, he hardly noted the clutter of her home, the music that now filled it, in favor of following the siren to her bed. Long-limbed and wrapped around her, he carefully sidestepped around the dress-making form before falling back onto the mattress, books and clothes bouncing in his wake. He had barely a moment to settle in before she was atop him, his earlobe caught in her teeth, and his neck stretched as she laid kisses down it. In some great laugh from the cosmos, he was back in Dora's bed, after he'd used what he had learned from her to open Meredith up to such pleasures. Don't think of her - you're mad to think of anyone else when she's here."Goryhell - I need you, Euphadora - " After sliding his hands under her top and pulling it up and over her head, he flipped their positions and rid himself of own. He felt the heat of her against him, skin-to-skin, and tangled a hand in her hair as his lips crashed into hers.
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Euphadora Parkinson
Civilian
Graduated Slytherin
Posts: 95
Player: Lyra
Title: Reception - Ministry of Magic
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Post by Euphadora Parkinson on Jul 15, 2024 6:16:05 GMT
There was a dire need for him that only intensified as she felt his enthusiasm for her growing from her position atop him. The sweat from the nightclub had cooled in the cold Welsh air and made his skin taste salty as she ran her lips, tongue, and teeth across his neck. Her skin shivered with excitement as he proclaimed his need for her – a mutually shared longing – and her lips left his body only long enough to be freed of her top. She gasped with delight as he tossed her small body about, switching their positions on the bed so that his strong frame now towered delightfully over her. Looming. Threatening her with anticipation. By the gods, she couldn’t wait for him any longer. Raising himself away from her to tend to his own shirt, Dora bucked her hips to spur him on as her hands began to work on the button of his trousers. Ethan pulled his shirt off and flung it into the abyss, and only a small flash of darkness across his light skin warned her of an unwanted familiarity. She ignored it with willful ignorance and pulled him back to her with a happy moan. They were reunited, his hand in her hair and his bare chest pressed to hers as their lips met with fervor. Fueled by his words and the swirl of drink dancing delightfully through her head, Dora found space enough between them to undo his trousers, take him in her hand, and thank her white knight properly. Every taut pull of her hair, nip of his teeth against her skin, and shudder of hot breath on her neck only made her own longing more insufferable. “Take off your trousers,” she demanded finally, helping as she could from her back. Their bodies shifted and she moved toward the edge of the bed, Ethan still between her legs as her hands found his unfastened waistband, only to see the same swath of ink on his arm that she had grown familiar with over the last several years. No longer a blurred flash of easy to ignore nothingness, Dora could see plainly the same distinct snake, coiled and twisted, erupting from the same grotesque skull. Her reaction was visceral as she retreated further onto the bed, pulling her half naked body away from him and backing into a corner like a frightened mouse. Her head spun with the action. “No! No, no, no, no, no, no. What is that?” she cried out in confusion and terror, knowing all too well the answer. “Ethan, what did you do?” In some cruel twist of fate, the first man she had brought back to her bed since summer was marked by the same brand as the last. No matter the painstaking efforts she took to rid herself of grief since her last conversations with Rabastan, she was forever reminded of him and how she had spoiled not only his reputation but their friendship as well. Ethan was supposed to have saved her from that misery, as she had wanted to save him from his, but as she looked at him stood in her darkened apartment, a Figures of Derilium song playing to muffle the would-be sounds of their amorous activities, all she could see was the ghost of a former lover.
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Ethan Vanderhyde
Death Eater
Graduated Slytherin
Talk less, smile more - don't let them know what you're against or what you're for.
Posts: 220
Relationship Status: In Pursuit of: Meredith Mulciber
Player: Sam
Title: Intern - Level Five, Ministry Of Magic | Recruiter - Death Eaters
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Post by Ethan Vanderhyde on Aug 25, 2024 20:11:19 GMT
Earlier jests of where they would end up tonight could be laughed away - as clothes were strewn around and their activities progressed, he knew without a doubt that they had both needed this night out, and to be here together now. It was an inevitability that began with her showing up at his desk unannounced, each seeking something in a partner they knew could take care of their immediate need. Knowing not of the ups and downs of her autumn, so deeply entrenched as he'd been with his own, Ethan could only take guesses later on. For Euphadora took him in her capable hand, thoughts of anything outside of this moment and her bed ceased, and he was all too eager to obey her demand when she was ready. He moved back to stand and do as she said, grinning at the way she kept her legs around him even here - and the witch screamed. Not with pleasure, not anymore - Dora screamed in fear, her panicked no's reverberating through the flat as she cried out. The abrupt turn had Ethan's muddled mind spinning and he hastily concealed himself, doing up his trousers as Euphadora cowered among her pillows, far from him as she could be while remaining in bed. He gasped for breath, as heavily as he had when she'd had him, only now in a panic of his own. "Dora - Dora, calm down, just calm down - " He held out his hands in a desperate plea, trying to make sense of her words and sudden change. And her terror - of him? The last thing he would have expected, and the shock of pain from her looking at him like that - and her eyes tracked his left arm. Fast-beating heart dropping through his ribs, Ethan paled, leaden arm falling to his side. This was hardly the life change he had expected to explain to his old friend this evening, and with neither of them in a state for a productive chat on such serious matters, he scrambled. Two things were certain - she knew the Mark, and she knew to fear it. "It's just me, Euphadora," he promised, nervous edge to his voice while he dropped it, trying to settle first himself, and then her, from his undignified stand at the foot of her bed. "It's just me - stop, please stop, and we can talk - nothing's changed - "
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Euphadora Parkinson
Civilian
Graduated Slytherin
Posts: 95
Player: Lyra
Title: Reception - Ministry of Magic
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Post by Euphadora Parkinson on Sept 16, 2024 4:04:31 GMT
Wide-eyed, terror plain on her face as she gaped at him, her muddled mind working hard to fight through the drink and make sense of what was happening. She shook her head in disbelief, pleading silently for the haunting figure looming at the foot of her bed to disappear, but he persisted. Her eyes were fixed on the tattoo, and she could not pull away to look at anything else even as the Death Eater called her name. The shelves that enclosed her bed seemed to press in from either side and the cool plaster against her bare back signaled no escape but through the man in front of her. And yet she could not look away to find some other exit, to find some relief from this nightmare of her own making. She was trapped. Could he see her heart pounding furiously in her chest? Was it thumping as loudly over the music as she heard it in her ears? The room swayed but her gaze remained intent on the serpent until Ethan shifted and his arm dropped. Finally, calico eyes looked up at his face and for the briefest of moments she had expected to see far-set blue eyes glaring back at her from under dark, slicked back hair. Instead, she found Ethan’s long face and hazel colored eyes that stared at her with concern. He wanted to talk. She laughed nervously. “No. No, this isn’t you. You weren’t supposed to…” She made to crawl toward him and the room spun violently underneath her. Hand outstretched, she reached for him to steady herself as her feet hit the carpet but he was suddenly taller than she’d expected. She recoiled and moved away from him toward the bathroom, hands trembling. She felt her chest tighten; the lightheadedness intensified. This all too familiar feeling was only exacerbated by their earlier beverages and Dora wanted to hide and cry and die and scream.
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