Who: Circe Dolohov and NPC!Antonin Dolohov. (Small bit with Fenrir Greyback) What: Circe is going to discover Antonin has a new commandment from the Dark Lord. When: Backdated to night of the 5th into 6th. Where: Dolohov Manor. Rating/Status: PB-ish for threats and conversation topics/Complete. Mod Note: This will be the plot kick-off point. Please be ready for what's going to happen from here.
“I-- I can never go home again, can I?” The words left Circe Dolohov’s lips in almost horror as she stared into the eyes of the man she loved. “Everything I’ve ever known---my family---everything will be gone?” Coming to terms with what Fenrir was offering to her was a little difficult. Now she had expected some change, she didn’t think leaving a very powerful wizard for a powerful werewolf would have no consequences, but Circe had never been forced to give up anything in her life before now. Being with Fenrir while Antonin was away in prison and then on missions never forced her to give up the life she was accustomed to thanks to Antonin’s sacrifices. She never questioned the matter in which she was provided luxury by her husband. Now she wondered---what sort of life would Fenrir expect her to live in? What sort of life would he provide?
It really was the first time and openly so, it occurred to her that her life would really change, that she would have to choose between the two men she was with. It wasn’t a hard choice between the men. She wanted nothing more than to be with Fenrir Greyback, well she wanted Rufus, and part of her had never accepted that he was no longer that man. She never fully understood that he chose the life as Fenrir for a reason. She always saw him and always would with a blind eye because she loved the man or rather, the boy he once was. But giving up her life for one she couldn’t know would be as stable? Would be in the same place? Would he make her sleep like he did his pack?! She was not the sort to sleep in—degrading places and he moved so often it was always harder each time to find him unless he wanted her to.
Was she changing her mind?
Circe looked up at him again and shook her head at him in response. “No. I could never change my mind about being with you, Fenrir.” She answered as she reached for him and placed her hand in his, threading their fingers together. She wasn’t sure how it would work, but she knew well enough to be cautious. Even if Fenrir would never hurt her, his pack was raised from their smallest age that he took them, to hate everything about her. She was a witch, one of a powerful family now thanks to marriage, one he hated. What was to say they wouldn’t do something while he was gone? What was to protect her when he was out of reach?
But as she looked up at his eyes again she saw nothing but strength and confidence, something she always leaned on him for. It eased her fears a lot to see that he was so confident that everything would work out properly. Maybe he was right, he had a tight leash on his pack, she didn’t know of any attacks by them that he hadn’t ordered first. Perhaps she was just hormonal and worrying?
Circe felt herself pulled close and she accepted, her arms going around him as she hugged him. This was the man she loved, more than anything. Why was she so worried? He would never allow her to become injured. “I love you.” She said to him as she buried her head against his neck and took in his scent. It was different from her husband’s there was a strong difference, not like Fenrir could distinguish, but something about his smell was intoxicating. Probably because he oozed pheromones and any female would be drawn in by that.
Something changed however, she felt Fenrir stiffen and then she felt that hair rising feeling of eyes on her back. She knew it was too late. Antonin was home sooner than expected. It could be the only reason for this reaction. It was as if every muscle she was against in his body was tight. It made her panic.
Almost instantly tears began to flow out of fear but she used it, creating a stronger flow from thought, before pushing Fenrir away from her and nearly sobbing as she threw herself into the arms of her husband. “Antonin!” She said in a broken voice as she held onto him as if she loved him. She knew it would hurt Fenrir but she had to make it appear real, at least for Antonin not to suspect anything. Circe greeted her husband with a deep tear-filled kiss before parting from his lips and holding onto him.
She heard him ask what was wrong and it took Circe a few moments to answer. Mostly because she was coming up with something but it looked as if she was merely working around the tears, “I went to get more ingredients for William’s pain potion from the apothecary and a creature it---if it hadn’t been for Fenrir---he brought me home to ensure nothing further happened…“ Circe broke off into more tears as she clung to Antonin, stroking his ego by adding, “Now you’re here, all I need is you. None would dare enter your manor with you here.”