Professor Aurora Sinistra (serpenthandler) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-08-04 00:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | - retired: aurora sinistra, - retired: phoebus avery |
Who: Aurora Sinistra and Phoebus Avery
Where: Astronomy Tower
What: Um. Phoebus being a dumbass.
Why: See what.
Warnings: Slapping.
Rating: PG-13/R
Phoebus Avery had had a little too much wine. Or at least, that was what he’d chalk it up too later. He knocked once and opened the door to the Astronomy Tower, startling the blond woman at the window. “Aurora,” he said, walking up to her. “You look lovely this evening.”
Aurora was startled by the door, in fact she almost jumped, but when she turned around it was not who she would have hoped it was barging into her tower. “Phoebus, thank you.” She said with a polite smile. “Is there something I can help you with tonight?”
Phoebus smiled and looked up at the stars. “I was just reading the stars.” He said easily. “They seemed to tell me that there was some heartache in the future for you, and I wanted to see how you were.”
That made Aurora laugh. Heartache? The stars had not spoken to her of any such thing. She was happier than she had been in years. “I think your eyes may be rusty.” She said, dismissively. “Or you’re reading far many years too late.”
Avery turned to her and persisted. Aurora was unattainable, a challenge, hidden away in her not-so-ivory tower, and he wanted to prove he could conquer her. “You don’t honestly think you come first?” He said, with a bark of laughter that resembled a large dog. “If you came first to him, he wouldn’t have spent years away from you. He would have been by your side, not kept you here.”
Aurora snapped, angry. “I do not expect to come first,” she hissed. “Barty is a loyal servant of the Dark Lord. The Cause will always come first, as it should for all His servants. All I want is to be an appropriate helpmeet and companion where I can.” Despite her words, it chafed a little, but she could hardly blame Barty for his steadfastness. “I would not love him half so much if he were a traitor.” Confident that particular strain of conversation was over, she turned to her teapot. “Would you like some tea?”
Avery smiled, a wicked smile. Women always went to the tea when they were attempting to resist him. “That would be lovely.” He said waiting for her to turn back to him before kissing her hard, a demanding kiss that was designed to make her blood heat.
Aurora’s blood heated, but not the way Avery wanted. She pulled back and slapped him hard. “How dare you?” She hissed angrily. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
Phoebus was shocked. “I should have known you’d like it rough.” He said with a laugh. “it’s always the smart ones.” He licked his lips. “You don’t honestly think he’s faithful to you, do you? He’s surrounded by younger women throwing themselves at his feet with gifts of blood traitors. You simply make him look good.”
Aurora growled and pointed at the door. “I would rather be a relic from an old love than a traitor like you.” Aurora said, pointing to the door. “Get out. His faithfulness or not is not what matters, but he would never be so...base...as you suggest. Now get out of my sight before I remove a servant of the Dark Lord from this earth!” Her voice had dropped to that dangerous hiss again, her fingers itching for her wand.
Ego injured, Phoebus turned on his heel and left his room. It would be an interesting year indeed. Obviously straightforward would not work. He would have to ingratiate himself to her, fill in the spaces where Barty lacked, when he was busy, until she turned to him in a moment of weakness.