Who: Sirius and Alecto What: Alecto beats the voices from him... possibly literally When: Evening Where: Alecto and Teddy's house Rating | Status: F is for **^&*^^*& you Sirius | Incomplete
This had been disastrous hell. It all was thanks to that foolish, impudent child Rabastan had been talking with that night. Then again, the description fit that fool as well… But he had commented so harshly about her. Saying she was only good for a drunken lay. And while Alecto may have stormed from the saloon, not allowing her emotions to show, she had been quite stung. Those words hit so close to home with her. She never once spoke to anyone, not even her own beloved brother. Surely not to Regulus, though that man probably had figured out more than the woman would ever have wanted him to know. So much of her life locked inside her mind and kept behind high walls were all for a good reason. To Alecto, no she was not more than a drunken lay. Battered and damaged goods tossed aside like cheap waste. Addressed like a common harlot and home her entire life by that foul creature who claimed to be her father. Looked down upon as the child of a foreign woman. A woman who had wanted to remove herself from the society in which she had been married. The daughter of a man who had put his own wife to death, and though he did not know it, in front of his two children.
Since then, all she could hear was the sense of this. How she did not deserve to be the woman at Regulus’ side. Truly, it was a common fear back home when she was young. Walburga had gone to great lengths to ensure she understood how Alecto would never deserve her son. But here, she was safe from that. There was no real competition and no one to make her look any less worthy. Except for herself. And that was where the fear began to sink in. Fenrir. A flash mistake born entirely from the rush of having a male to live with that was not her own brother. An aggressive man who caused just enough pain to make it addicting. No more need to inflict it herself, as he had been pleased to do so. But by falling victim to the glorious rampage, Alecto had ruined herself. She was no longer pure and beautiful. No longer the princess who would have been the one to stand by the prince. She was a mongrel. The dredges. And the moment Regulus and Rabastan had someone less pitiful to stand with them, she would be forced to her knees as the lowly creature she had become.
Never in her life has she feared Regulus. As a child, she enjoyed the company of the elder Black far better. Where Sirius was charming, mischievous and boisterous, Regulus was something of a stick in the mud. Never a threat though. She never feared Rabastan, either, though his mental state was a bit more worrisome as his family showed a distinct lack of propriety when it came to the selection of the eldest LeStrange boy’s wife. Bellatrix Black was hardly a woman fit to leave her own room without constant watching, let alone wed a man. Perhaps by pure miracle, or the fact that public functions were the only time they were actually together, was it that Rodolphus seemed to have survived that wedlock long enough to be imprisoned. All the same, Rabastan was no more threatening to her than Regulus had been. But now, she feared them. At home, she was still pure and polished. Here, she would deserve the worst of treatment for becoming what she had.
And she suddenly felt herself waiting for it. She did not think it would happen. Not until Rabastan merely laughed as her image and reputation was torn to shreds, even if verbally by an unknown child. While Regulus may have followed, how long would she find herself graced by his kindness. Blacks were never fabled as kindhearted individuals. They were not the kind who let emotions and attachments get in the way of rights and duty. So how long would that fuse burn before the inevitable fall out? She hated thinking about it. She dreaded seeing their faces. How they could easily damage her, beat her, batter her--not once with a wand in hand. It would not be difficult for either boy to do more damage than could be fixed. So how long before the hammer struck?
With the knock at the door, Alecto stopped musing as she waited for the tea to boil. She sighed heavily through her nose. The woman was hardly in the mood for company, but it seemed she would have to at least check to make sure it was not someone of importance in her life at the other end. With the clicking of tiny paws following her, the woman walked over, arms across her chest, to the entry. When she opened the door, her eyes went from mildly curious to immediately annoyed. Oh. Just Sirius. She sometimes forgot he was even around. Granted, he was kind enough to attempt exchanges when she was unpleased with the disappearances of her brother and Fenrir. And it was nice to reconnect with an old friend from their innocent years as children, but he was still very much the man who turned his back on his brother and their possible engagement had they been older. He was still the first of many in her life to leave after her mother did. And he would not calling her “Allie,” which was nothing more than his kind voice digging fingers into that old wound and ripping it open carelessly.
“What do you want,” she stated. The tiny bubble of a whine at her ankles indicated Doamna was not quite okay with this moment. She was normally very friendly, but she apparently did not like something about how Sirius was standing. And really, neither did Alecto.
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The last couple of days had been interesting to say the least. When he’d first been ashamed of himself for still dating a mudblood, he’d been surprised. But the more the little voice nagged at him, told him how worthless and filthy he was making himself? He found himself believing it. It took a whole forty-eight hours for him to have completely ignored the fact that he was still technically in a committed relationship and gone off to snog Ginny in a broom closet. A task that had required walking directly passed the woman he loved, which he did without even acknowledging her presence.
His jaw still hurt from that, and he rubbed it idly as he skipped over the stairs and up on to Alecto’s porch. Alecto. At once, during their younger days, it was spoken that they would one day be married. It wasn’t long after that, his parents realized that he would never shape up to be the heir they so desired, and started focusing more on his brother. Now? Now he regretted ever messing things up with his family and ruining such a perfect pureblooded union.
Sirius frowned at the tone in her voice. “Now, Alecto, is that any way to greet an old friend?” His frown easily transformed into one of his signature smirks. He reached out and trailed his fingers across her jaw. “Things could have been so different, Allie.” His voice was soft, a slight of him trying to be seductive thrown in for good measure. “You and me … we could have been perfect. Could you imagine?”
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Alecto really never thought about their old union. He had abandoned that life long ago, so it didn’t matter. And now that she was here and living in this fucked up place, she didn’t care. But there he was, looking at her almost longingly… amorously? How disgusting. No, she was not impressed to see him. She was tired and her brain was hurting from the unwanted amounts of negative thinking. When he commented about not sounding like she was greeting someone she was friends with, her eyebrow slowly arched, but her face remained blank. She was not in the mood for this. Yet he was trying to be so coy and charming. And not much of why this meeting was even happening. Did he not have a mudblood to go bother? Not that she should judge him, that voice reminded her. Not a werewolf, after all. Yet, her face still remained like stone. She simply kept her icy eyes on him as Sirius seemed to run through his thoughts. She waited, not entirely caring what was on his mind. She had enough on hers, and did not have time for whatever foolishness he was chasing. What was it this time, making sure she was still okay after losing people? Did he hear about how Josh spoke to her and thought she would be too weak of a woman to not move past it. But you haven’t, that voice reminded her.
She was about to tell him to leave when he reached for her. She froze, positive he was just messing with her. Sirius never touched her. And he certainly never spoke to her like that. No one spoke to her like that, and for good reason. She was not some child who went weak at the knees because a voice was dropped. She was not wooed by a smile. If anything, this was all just insulting to her. Infuriating. Her eyes finally narrowed at him. She quickly moved her hand to catch his by the wrist, her thumb pressing into the pressure point slowly and firmly. Alecto kept the eye contact as she ran through exactly how she wanted to express her thoughts. Yes, in some manner they would have worked. In the manner that it would have been expected. And they would have gotten along, if only because she enjoyed watching his passionate fits as a child with twisted amusement.
But they would have been anything but perfect. Her thumb pressed harder on his wrist as her eyebrow returned to a relaxed state. “Do not, just once, pretend as though you can waltz to me like this and expect me to fall at your feet like your filthy girlfriend because you have decided that it is time to act like a proper Black.” She finally dropped his hand roughly, but refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her touch the very spot his finger traced. No, he would not get that from her. Play it safe or you will pay for your words, Alecto Carrow, the voice cautioned her. He is still a pureblood male and has every right to scold your actions however he sees fit.
She watched him quietly a second longer. “Just what game are you playing at, Sirius. You are not fooling me by pretending you are any sort of a gentleman. I am not a fool who will catch you when your amorous pursuits come to naught. and while I may be rather fond of your family, it does not mean I wish to sample the selection.”