Test This Shit ll Octavius and Rogue {PS}

[OCTAVIUS RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE]

The sound of voices not too far off could be heard as Octavius and Raziel Lestrange exited the car and slowly approached their home. At the moment the two were on good terms with one another and had just got back from quite the day of errand running. Now, the types of errands the boys did were not what one would expect for two normal teenage twins. They had run about fetching food for Armel, teaching muggles lessons in not existing, and taking control of several small businesses. Now, they didn't really need control of these places, but it was still rather entertaining for the two to exercise their power every once in a while. Their shoes tapped quietly along the pavement as they approached the porch. Two figures stood outside side by side as they spoke to one another the first Octavius recognized as his sister and the second he couldn't remember ever actually seeing. He had smelled her scent around the house and on Bella before but until now they had never met. Then again, he still couldn't say that they had met even then as he approached since they had yet to speak. There was always so much hidden between two people, in their eyes, in their faces, and in the very way they move. His sister noticing his arrival had said her good byes went back inside and slammed the door shut behind her. Dark blue eyes traced the girl's figure, before locking with hers. She wasn't human, it was funny how they could tell so easily when someone was like them, and the rest of the world could be completely oblivious to them. Then again, that would be because they made them forget- heh these eyes could do more than tell that this woman before him was no more human than he was...

Thinking back on it Octavius couldn't really tell if the fact that they had come together had been for better or for worse. Were they the perfect balance on the board with one another, or was it just a matter of time before he tipped it and they fell to their doom. It was a dangerous and sly game they had been playing since day one. All it had taken that evening was one simple look. That one look that they shared between one another said so much in the silence that it was practically screaming at them. The eyes of two monsters were powerful things as they held the capability to control vast armies and wage wars amongst those who dare cross them, but now, now as they looked at one another Tavius felt an intensity he hadn't experienced in a very long time. His eyes full of intrigue as he made an advance toward her. Raziel noticing what was about to unfold told him not to get caught and moved past them up to his room in the house. It was the most peculiar thing, when he had looked at other women he had a lustful hunger yes, but nothing he had ever experienced had matched to the way he was feeling now. It was like his fangs were on fire as he stared at this woman, his eyes full of a daring mixture of lust, excitement, hunger, and power. He wanted her and it was clear, and from what he could tell in her eyes she did as well. When it looked as if they would pass one another, Octavius licked his lips, his eye teeth barely visible as he grabbed the girl roughly by her hair and pressed her into the wall. Both Octavius and his brother had been known for their violent tendencies, but Octavius made what he wanted very clear, and there for was dubbed the more violent of the two. His words just as bold as his actions, the monster of a man violently pressed the girl to the wall. His strong fingers sliding to mesh in with her hair as he forcefully kissed the girl, his blue eyes tinting a slight red from all the excitement of the situation. No, there had been no simple introductions of 'Hi', 'nice to meet you', 'we should hang out sometime', with Tavius. He went straight in for the kiss. Octavius was rough yet his every movement and every word had more meaning than any one person could bear to muster. If he hated you, you'd know it, if he didn't give a damn, you'd know that too- but now? Now he gave a damn, and it was written in his every movement and stung like acid in his every word as he towered over her and whispered into her right ear "I'm Octavius. What do you say we we go someplace else and get to know each other a little better?" Those were the only words he had to say, but he was sure he could see what he really meant through them. He wanted this girl, he wanted her covered in blood and sprawled out before him. This girl, was was something he could tell he'd have fun with.

It wasn't long after that the two could be found in a privately owned club the twins knew the owners of. They had often come there to catch a good meal, or even on certain occasions simply have a good drink and relax some. There was good food there, fantastic music, and some of the strongest drinks around- which was important when you were like the boys and wanted to even get anything so much as a buzz. Damn did it take it a lot to get the twins drunk, but it could happen if they really tried. Then again at the rate Octavius and her were downing drink after drink, he couldn't say he was very surprised that they had gotten drunk. The thing was when Octavius got drunk usually he seemed to get a little more laid back, that doesn't mean that he wasn't violent still- Octavius was always violent, just that he was a little more relaxed and thought out about what he did. That night they had danced, talked up a storm, and gotten down right crazy beyond all measures. So several a couple dead bodies, quite the number of drinks, and several hours later Octavius woke up in his bed beside the woman. From the looks of things they had to have gotten rather violent the night before- seeing as part of his bed was chipped off, his door knob was pulled off the frame, and even more interesting were the blood smears that covered not only half the walls in his room but stained the white sheets on his bed in crimson smears. Damn, it had to have been one hell of a night... A sly smirk pulled across the man's face as he looked the half naked girl over when she tried to pull all the covers onto her side she was sleeping in, and with one swift movement he pulled them back over himself. Looking at the clock the man realized that it would soon be time for breakfast and the fact remained that his father had always wanted the entire family to eat together- even if they weren't hungry. "So, dollface?" he smirked looking at the blood smears across her face, "What are you thinking?"

[ROGUE JINX MOORE]

Rogue | Jinx | Moore

The day had started off innocent enough, for the vampire. And, given that it was summer, she was somewhat more relaxed than normal. She just . . . felt so free, without the constant supervision of teachers or her father there to hold her back -- if only for a moment, anyway. This summer, her father had chosen that they stay in England -- hence the reason why she was on her way over to the Lestrange Manor, now. Despite it only being a few days into summer, Rogue had found herself haunting the Lestrange Manor more than her Uncle Jarvis' estate -- where she and her father were staying.

There hadn't been much to do, apparently, when she had reached the girl's home. Which was funny, really -- one would think that there would have been tons to do when your friends allegedly psychotic brothers were out . . . especially given the reputations of both girls. And, yet, all they truly did was sit about and act like muggle girls talking. On the other hand . . . did muggle girls speak of death in conversational tones and laugh while plotting the demises of others?

The vampire hadn't been there for terribly long when she explained to Bella she needed to leave -- she was getting hungry. Sure, she'd fed already once this morning, but that meant nothing -- Rogue was practically always hungry. Bella walked her to the door and, somehow, they wound up speaking a bit more. Honestly, Rogue didn't even know what it was about -- she had switched over to auto-pilot the second she'd told Bellatrix she wanted to leave. Just when she thought she was going to have to reiterate her wishes, Bella's mood seemed to change entirely. Suddenly, she wasn't looking at her anymore -- she was looking past her. Rogue didn't like that. Curious, she turned her head slightly in the direction Bellatrix was suddenly so fascinated with. Turning back to Bella, the other girl had out a `goodbye`and was storming off before Rogue could ask what the hell was up.

Okay . . . now to get some food. If only she could move her feet, though. For some ridiculous reason, she felt glued to her spot before the door Bella had opened earlier -- through which now entered two boys. Bella's brothers. So . . . these were the monsters? If her memory served her correctly, the Lestrange girl was on worse terms with one than the other. For the life of the vampire, though, she couldn't remember which.

The second the one had crossed the threshold, however, she suddenly couldn't give less of a damn which was which. Her eyes had traced his incredible body and met his own while he had done the same to her. He was different . . . so different from Bella and most everyone Rogue had met before. It both intrigued and irked her that this bastard was seriously going to stand there and make her feel as though he'd held up a mirror to her face. The air had grown heavy with the tension that seemed to spark between them -- most muggles would probably either be gasping for air or being placing bets as to whether it could be cut like a knife through butter.

There was so much in just one look . . . almost too much. Rogue could imagine this was what it had to be like when two monsters met. There were thousands of feelings screaming within her and pounding on the inside of her head; confusion, challenge, lust, hunger, rage, and curiosity. A lethal concoction that, looking back on, the vampire should have prevented to use of . . . especially between the likes of herself, and the man before her. She could only wonder what the scene had to look like to someone on the outside . . . probably extremely odd. It was almost as though the whole world had been erased and all that was left was her and him, wrapped up in a single moment up so much tension. Hell, she only barely caught the movement of the other brother chasing up the stairs -- she didn't care, though. She couldn't . . . not when presented before someone like this.

Just when the tension seemed to have swelled to an enormous amount, and it almost looked as though the monsters would pass each other without so much as a second look, Rogue felt and saw the man before her grab her hair and force her to the wall. The flat of her left foot hit the wall behind her, cushioning the impact for the rest of her. Her foot slid down the wall to kiss the floor once more, however, as it seemed there was going to be another scene of silence. Looking up at the man, she was well aware of just how much her eyes were betraying her -- not only had they become ruby around the pupil, they were also spilling out her thoughts and emotions. To the dimwitted bystander, it most likely appeared as though the girl was in trouble. After all, she was pinned to the wall by a man known for being -- what were one of the names Bella used? -- a bastard . . . not to mention he was a bit taller than her, as well. Rogue only had an idea of what she was getting herself into, right then -- she never could have truly known the entirety of it. All she knew was, she could handle him . . . and, honestly, she was beginning to think she wouldn't mind it.

Pressed tighter to the wall, she didn't so much as blink when the man drew closer and pressed his lips to hers. She knew she shouldn't have closed her eyes -- that was a given -- but . . . how the hell was she supposed to help it? Letting her emotions play puppeteer while her body acted like a marionette, she found her hands shooting up and wrapping around the man's neck. Her fingers played around a little, dancing and holding his hair, and one traced down his neck a little. No greeting . . . no introduction . . . hell, she felt all they really needed to know just then had been in the looks they'd burned into each other. Now, this wasn't something Rogue was used to -- in most situations, she demanded so much before whatever boy she happened to be with could even think of kissing her. But . . . now? She didn't think she could truly deny him -- not in this position, anyway. He'd caught her interest, and would probably keep it locked up in a cage away from her. It was around this time he had pulled back a little and he was speaking. Octavius! That was his name. It had a different ring to it when he said it, as opposed to when Bellatrix spat it. A smirk eased its way onto the vampire's lips, then, exposing the tips of her fangs. She dropped her hands from the man and let them rest along the wall on either side of her, tilting her head slightly so that she could look at him. "I'm Rogue. I say what the hell are we waiting on?" She replied, most of her intentions just as obvious as his. There was something about this man . . . the way he could make her blood boil and her emotions run amok. He was different than most, but similar to her. Oh, this was going to be interesting.

The rest of the day and beginning of the night had found Rogue in some sort of club with Octavius. She didn't know the club, or most of the people there. One might think she was a regular, however, given how she . . . interacted with most of the other guests. Tavius had gotten more than a few drinks in her and, after a while, it became rather evident they were both drunk. When Rogue was drunk, her behavior depended entirely on her mood when she started drinking. Given the combination of emotions she had had when she had begun to drink with the Lestrange boy, the outcome of her actions should have been easy to predict. She was lustful and violent, managing to spill plenty of blood but only once her twice her own drink.

A few dead bodies, gallons of blood, and hours later, Rogue could be found in Octavius' bed, lying half-naked beside him beneath the blankets. She could have slept away the rest of the day had the blankets not been ripped away from her. Cursing under her breath in Italian, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked over to the man. At least, she tried to look at him -- her attention was soon stolen by the rest of the damage done in the room. It looked like a couple of wild animals had snuck in and destroyed each other. There was blood just about everywhere -- on the walls . . . on the bed . . . a bit on Tavius . . . fuck, she even felt a bit of dried blood on herself. Irritated, she sat up and rubbed off the dried blood. God, she probably looked like a train-wreck. Her hair had come down rather quickly, and was lying helplessly around her face. And, as previously mentioned, she was half-naked.

She had been observing the rest of the room when Octavius had spoken. Normally, she would have smacked him right then and there for just calling her `dollface` -- just then, however, she was too busy snickering about the fact that the doorknob was missing. Smirking to herself while she pondered the man's question, she scratched the back of her head and looked around a bit more. Hot-damn, the bed was chipped, too? Giving a small stretch before she turned back to the man, she gave a small shrug and flopped back on the bed. "I'm wondering how the hell I'm able to remember what happened." She snickered, turning her head to face him once more. Looking past him to the clock, it was only then did it fully sink in where she was. Holy fuck. She was in the Lestrange Manor . . . in Octavius' semi-destroyed room . . . in the same house as Bella -- Rogue's friend and Tavius' sister, who hated his guts. Well, at least she was right . . . this was quite interesting, indeed.

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[OCTAVIUS RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE]

Quite the number of words had been shared that night, and in a way Octavius felt like he knew the girl better than anyone. She was brilliant in so many ways and just like him in so many more. They had only known each other one night, any yet they seemed to have become so very close. Though if it was the last thing he did, he would make sure that it wasn't the last time they would be seeing each other. When he was with this girl he felt something so very different- something rather dare he say entrancing. It was like when he looked into her eyes it was almost dangerous to look away- a lot like how it was with him. It was like every look that they seemed to give one another was a challenge to see how far they could push each other. A scratch here, a scratch there that eventually became deep gashes. Painful to the touch, they were, but it was the best kind of pain- filled with love bites that went beyond breaking the skin, and a good clawing. It felt good to be around someone so very similar to him. The knowledge that she could heal just as well as he could kept the man rather excited- he had found himself quite the new toy, and one that would be a lot harder to break. Heck, one that thought it could break him. Sure she was strong, but Octavius was beyond strong- they were a perfect match their violence matching one another's, their hate and lustful desires appearing on demand. Would he destroy her, or would she destroy him? Wasn't that a thrilling thought, actually losing to someone other than his brother. That had never happened to him before, and a part of him refused to allow the possibility of defeat to even exist. He had to win, it was almost like a game- a sick yet thoroughly enjoyable game that the both of them seemed to enjoy.

Octavius chuckled slightly at the look on her face, once she realized where exactly she was. Yes, she was in his house- the same house that her ignorant bitch of a friend Bella lived in. How she could stand such a girl, when Rogue was so much more of a thrill, Tavius didn't know. Heh heh, wait until his sister found out- though by the looks of his room the rest of the family had to have heard something, then again it was a rather big house and Octavius' room was at the very top of it, so the possibility of no one hearing also existed. Either way- his sister was going to be pissed, and that thought alone would have been enough to put a smile on his face, but now he had something for more entertaining to do that. With a smile the man looked over the girl in his bed. 'Rogue, what an interesting name.' the man thought as he moved dangerously closer to her with a chuckle. Cornering her on his bed and coming only inches from her face, the man smirked as their eyes met once again. A deep thrilling look that could make ice turn to flame ran through his eyes as he looked down at this woman, her eyes equally as dangerous as his which only thrilled him more. His nose gently caressing the side of hers as he moved closer, his mouth taking over hers. His fingers slipping between her hair and taking a violent hold as he kissed her passionately. Pulling back a little, his grip on her remained tight as his teeth purposely caught her lower lip coming out of the kiss. Biting it gently at first but quickly biting harder so that he was drawing blood. Kissing her again, the man thoroughly enjoyed the crimson that spilled from her mouth to his. Pulling back, his grip loosening slightly as he spoke, "Time to get up, we've got twenty minutes before we have to be down for breakfast." Roughly he grabbed her hair again and forced her head to the side, his mouth coming uneasily close to her again. His lips ran up her jaw before licking a streak of dried blood off her cheek and whispering into her ear almost triumphantly, "Bella's going to be pissed." his words came out like a sickening acid as he mentioned his sister. It was quick, one moment he was on top of her whispering into her ear, and the next he was in his closet and then over her again with a towel, but that was the beauty of being a monster- one moment you could be chasing after someone and the next obscuring the path before them. Throwing the towel at her he smirked, "The bathroom is the first door in the hall to your left. Can't miss it." he chuckled darkly before walking out toward the balcony in his room, and lighting a cigarette. "I'm going to try and clean up some of this blood." he chuckled again opening the doors to his balcony letting in a cold morning chill. It had apparently been raining before they had woken up because the elegant balcony and the ground outside it was drenched wet and he could still smell the rain not too far away.

[ROGUE JINX MOORE]

Rogue | Jinx | Moore

What the hell had she gotten herself into? The man she was lying in bed with was almost too much like her. Again, it felt as though whenever she tried to look at him he merely held up a mirror and chuckled. From what she had witnessed and, hell, even felt, he was just as violent as her . . . not to mention blood-thirsty. God, they could probably wipe out entire towns together -- maybe countries, if they got on a roll. Now that was a fun thought. Marking that with a mental tab, she made a note to mention to him later on -- because she was positive she would be seeing him on more than one occasion once more . . . whether he wanted to see her again, or not. Though, she had a feeling he might. How often was it, after all, that one monster met another with such similarities between them? Most likely not very.

Rogue had either been so deep in thought or just too far gone from last night that it wasn’t until she felt the man’s mouth on hers that she realized he’d moved. A-yup . . . she was cornered again. Once again, there was another exception, here. While she couldn’t stand being cornered, most of her truly didn’t mind it when it was this man doing the cornering. As he pried his lips away from hers, she felt his teeth sink into her lower lip . . . and felt the blood escape. Now, Rogue wasn’t so certain that she believed in love -- especially that `at first sight` bullshit. She had justifiable reasons, though, too. For one, could something like her even bear the capacity to love, if such a thing existed? She was willing to bet that, no matter how much she cared for a person, she would never take a fall for them -- instead, she’d be more likely to feed them to the wolves just to save her own skin . . . if it was necessary. She did believe in lust, though -- now, that, she could prove existed. It was when that man pressed his lips to hers once more, letting her own blood flow into his mouth, that she couldn’t help but wonder again . . . about what she felt. She quickly threw those thoughts out the window, however, thinking that they were probably just fleeting.

Breakfast? Rogue couldn’t help but scoff at the word -- along with the fact he was telling her that `they` had twenty minutes before `they` both needed to be down for it. Oh, he was funny. Unless they served fresh blood in a glass with blood in a bowl and maybe salt as a side, she doubted she’d actually stay for it. Then again . . . she was in the Lestrange household. And given Octavius’ similarities to her, they just might. Or, at the very least, they might serve steak . . . or just raw meat. Either way, Rogue couldn’t help but think that both choices sounded moderately delectable.

It was somewhere between him licking the blood from her cheek and discussing Bella that he had, in perhaps the blink of an eye, gone from hovering over her to throwing a towel at her and giving directions to the bathroom. Catching the towel as she sat up, the vampire gave a small stretch before sliding off of the bed and standing beside it. Looking down at herself, she found herself in a bit of a debate. Given that she was wearing just her bra and underwear, should she really be walking down the halls of this place without something else to cover herself up? On the other hand . . . what the hell did she care? Reaching a conclusion, she quickly wrapped the towel Tavius had given her around herself. Moving towards the door, she didn’t give so much as a sarcastic remark as she made her way out into the hall.

On her way to the bathroom, she couldn’t help but keep her pace slow so that she might soak in the details of the manor. Sure, she had been there before, but she had never been up to the top floor -- namely just the first floor . . . it wasn’t often she found the need to come to the Lestranges’ home, after all. Now, though, she supposed she had a reason. She had stopped for just one second, having heard footsteps, when she spotted Bella . . . and Bella spotted her. Could there have been a more awkward moment . . . in history? Rogue didn’t look nervous or even embarrassed as she looked to what she considered to be something of a friend. Bellatrix, on the other hand, had the sort of look on her face that could fit a thousand questions and obscenities and still have room left over for a few Unforgivables. “Rogue . . .” Her name sounded more like a question . . . and Rogue had no intention of answering it. “Bella.” Now, that had been more of a greeting than she would have liked . . . but, still, it was something. Before Bella could shout or ask a question, Rogue had slipped into the room she hoped was the bathroom and locked the door.

Taking off the towel and slipping out of the little clothing she had on, Rogue drew the water in the shower as hot as it could be. While she waited on the water, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. God . . . she looked almost as awful as she had thought. Which was actually not bad -- if you expect the worst of things all the time, you’ll rarely be disappointed. Rogue had figured that out a while ago. Shaking her head a little, she stepped into the shower and pulled the glass door to it shut.

A short while after, Rogue emerged to porcelain jungle filled with steam. Using the towel to first wrench out some of the water in her hair and pat a bit of herself dry, she then wrapped it around herself once more. Picking up her things, she exited the bathroom. Her steps were quicker than earlier as she made her way back to Octavius’ bedroom. It was only when she had reached his door that she wondered what the hell she was supposed to wear -- her clothes had been partially torn last night, if she remembered correctly.

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[OCTAVIUS RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE]

No birds could be heard chatting to one another in the distance as Octavius made his way on to the balcony, but rather the noise of something far more sinister. The sound had been so very far away and yet it seemed as if it was right next to him screaming in his ears the way the two were screaming at one another in a far off home they called their own. No human ears could hear the words this couple spoke to one another as the monster of a man rested one of his hands on one of the elegant stone carvings that surrounded his balcony. Off in the distance a woman's voice cried shrilly as violence erupted in her house hold. Octavius knew just the house, it was far far away, and yet there Octavius stood listening to the couple's harsh words being spat at one another. This family has always had problems, drug problems, emotional bullshit, verbal abuse, and even the occasional physical abuse- as was happening at that moment. They screamed at one another for a while before the threats came- threats that were so childish they made them smile. It was almost pathetic the way that they threatened one another. Why threaten? Why not simply take the other person out, no warning, nothing of the sort, just death. Sweet sweet, death. Their threats pathetic themselves as Octavius could come up with far more interesting ways to kill someone than simply using the unforgivable curse. Their threats were almost funny to the deranged man as they beat each other's faces in.

Cold air rushed past the man on the balcony and swept through his room as he finished off his cigarette, smoke coming from the flesh that could neither create it's own heat nor experience the chill of the cold. He could walk but naked through a snow storm and still have as much life in him as ever. The cold didn't phase him, and in a way it was almost like he couldn't feel it at all. It was the sun that phased him, now the man could walk around in the sunlight but only for so long before his flesh would start to feel as if it was burning him from the inside out. He had stayed in the sun too long before, and the worst visible thing that happened to him would have been the terrible sun burn. No one could really tell that there was anything wrong with the man if it wasn't for his uncontrollable anger that had made him want to peel off his own skin with a dull butter knife. Though speaking about being naked, that was exactly what the dark man was as he leaned against the elegant balcony railing listening to the couple fight as they smacked one another around. He was outside but naked and to tell the truth the man couldn't give a damn. He was happy for once in what he could remember to be a long time. Finally he had found someone just as violent as him, and their passion for a good blood show even seemed to match. Listening to the sound of the couple arguing as one threw a pan at the other, the man chuckled, though only moments later a new voice tested against his ears as his eyes went to the door.

Bella. Ah, how she thoroughly enjoyed pestering him, perhaps it was to try and find out what made the man tick, though that was quite simple to find out because just about everything pissed Octavius off. Even just the sound of his little sister's voice made him want to smash a chair across the room- which he did. He had taken a white chair he had beside a bookshelf in his room and threw it so hard in the direction of Bella's voice that the railing shattered along with the chair as they both fell to the second floor with an almost earsplitting crack and shatter as they landed on a glass vase that had only recently been bought. Laughing, the man listened for her voice again, and when he hear her downstairs he knew it was time to clean up the mess. It was quick and simple, almost too fast for one person to have cleaned up all the blood from the walls and replaced the bedsheets in five minutes, but that was exactly how long it took. Then again, I guess one could say he has had practice with these kind of mishaps before, so he pretty much knew what to do. No, he had never met someone like Rogue who could dish out just as much pain as him before, but at the very least he had spilt blood on his walls before. He had actually managed to spill blood in the living room once and had to clean it up before anyone got home to notice, of course his brother could smell it still but it wasn't like anyone else could.

Looking at the clock on the man's wall, Octavius decided to go downstairs and take a shower while Rogue was in the shower next to his room. Quickly the man cleaned up and was quietly heading up the stairs toward his room when he spotted Rogue at his door, so with a playful smirk the man snuck up behind the woman and picked her up into his arms towel and all. "Miss me?" the man asked as he opened the doors looking down at her still in his arms. Closing the door behind him the man chuckled and ran a clawed finger lightly across her cheekbone before looking down at her. Looking into her eyes the man suddenly dropped her- on to his now clean bed, but none the less dropped her. It was purposeful and in a way teasing as he looked down at her, "You planning on wearing that towel all day?" he chuckled darkly before snatching away and throwing her some of his clothes that he thought would probably fit her well enough so that they weren't falling off. It had been a red dress shirt, a pair of black dress pants, and one of his hoodies that he thought would suffice until she could get some of her own clothes.

[ROGUE JINX MOORE]

Rogue | Jinx | Moore

Vampires, Rogue had noticed, were often compared to cats. This was mainly due to their general grace and pride, she supposed. But, Rogue was a bit more like a cat in another way -- she hated water. Sure, she would be fine while showering and all. After a while, though, she would just find herself really pissed off. She didn’t know what it was, she just didn’t like it. Needless to say, as she trekked back to Tavius’ room she was still thinking about the whole clothes issue. Perhaps she should just finish drying off with the towel and spend the rest of the day nude? Or, maybe just shift to the form of a cat or something? Honestly, both options didn’t sound too bad to her -- she didn’t mind being naked, and she didn’t mind spending the day in the form of some sort of animal. Though, perhaps changing forms would be the wiser of the options, given there were other people in the Lestrange home?

Now a step or two back in the man’s room, she was still in debate when she was picked up. Fending off the urge to scream like no tomorrow and beat at whoever had dared to touch her, she casually looked up to the man’s face. Oh. It was just Octavius. A small smirk crossed her lips at his words and she rolled her eyes slightly. ”Oh, yes -- as a matter of fact, I was.” She replied with a small shake of her head, sarcasm leaking through her Italian accent. Had she missed him? No, not really -- she hadn’t been away from him long enough to notice. The feeling of one of his clawed fingers tracing the skin on her cheek was nice . . . something she wanted to slap herself for thinking. She was Rogue, after all . . . and the word `affection` was not in her vocabulary. Thankfully enough, before she could go on a mental lecture to herself, Tavius made up for his actions by dropping her to his bed. It was only as she flopped onto it that she noticed he really had cleaned up the room.

Looking back to the Lestrange at his question, Rogue gave a small shrug. ”Maybe.” Her words meant nothing, evidently, as he snatched away the towel regardless and tossed some clothes at her. Sitting up on the bed, she casually looked over the clothes. ”Clothes are fine, too, though.” She added with a sigh, sounding almost disappointed. After casting a brief smirk in Tavius’ direction, Rogue climbed to her feet and began to get dressed. As she did so, she couldn’t help but wonder . . . was this just another fling, or would it be something more? Normally, it would sicken her to so much as consider a permanent partner -- but, then again, what were the odds she would meet someone so much like her again? Even so, was it a good thing or a bad thing for such monstrous beings to not only exist at the same time, but to be together?

Just thinking of all that they could do together put a devious smirk on her lips. Images flooded her mind -- of pillaged towns, ransacked homes, blood-drained bodies, and darkened days. To most, it was the perfect nightmare -- to Rogue, it was a pleasant fairytale . . . one she wouldn’t mind living. The mere possibility of them being able to cause so much destruction was enough to put a small spark in her jade eyes. As she buttoned up the shirt and shrugged into the hoodie, her pale hands moved to her hair. Nope . . . still wet. Normally, she would have gone to dry it but, frankly, she just wasn’t up to it. Simply parting her hair, she left it as it was. As she moved to sit back on the bed, a small sigh fled from her lips. Octavius had mentioned something about breakfast, hadn’t he? Oh, she couldn’t wait to see how that played out.

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