, burn up in the light [ATLAS]

[scarlett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/ea5ncojpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » DRINK MY SOUL. Scarlett was about to leave. The Ministry was getting very crazy about their rules on magical creatures, especially werewolves. Not many people liked werewolves to being with, even she did not, but this whole craze was just making things worse. She had taken a vacation, and she was off to, well, who knew. No one suspected her, because she was a Zabini. Simply her name gave her enough innocence, but Scarlett could not risk running into the "guard wolves' or any of that. She needed to leave. Atlas, however, who had already know that she was going to leave, had told her to meet him in Hogsmeade one last time. Scarlett knew it was risky. Everything in her mind told her not to. All the common sense she had, all the walls she put up, and even the fact that she wanted to see him was a signal that she shouldn't. But, she couldn't help herself. There was one tiny part of her that was taking over and convincing her to see him one last time, instead of running off like she should have. And so, Scarlett ended up in Hogsmeade. It was winter, and it was a day that not many students were roaming about since it was break. The streets themselves were practically deserted, because everyone was afraid that someone would accuse them. Those who were not afraid were the type of people that could find far better places to shop in. She had picked up a small present for Atlas, a watch. It was nothing extravagant, but still something. Scarlett was walking along the streets as the snow fell, completely prepared for the weather. Though she planned to go somewhere warmer, things changed, and there was no harm in being more prepared than she needed to be. That was why she was not wearing winter robes; who knew if she would need to hide out in the muggle world? Wearing huge robes that were, to be honest, not even close to being in style in the muggle world was not the best way to fit in. And now, all she had to do was wait. 358 words, outfit, i love you dana

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[dana3]

His hands were shaking, just slightly, as he buried them into the pockets of his heavy winter coat. Atlas wished he could attribute it to the cold, but the light sheen of sweat that shone on his forehead told otherwise. He didn’t even know why he was wearing the damn coat; the Hogsmeade streets were all but empty, and the windows were shut tightly against the bitter cold of winter. There would be no curious glances his way if he made his way through the street in only light robes. But… The poisonous word trailed at the back of his mind, and although he didn’t need to, the seventh year Slytherin drew in his heavy coat more tightly around him. Being a Dens snatcher meant that he needed to be as human as possible, even though his prey—his kin—would know him for what he was. If he could deny the most harmless of his werewolf traits, then perhaps… perhaps the guilt that accompanied him whenever he made a snatching would also be denied.

Atlas hurried along, his breath rising in puffs as he lengthened his stride. Nervousness lent him purpose, and with his chin tilted up just slightly, Atlas looked the part of a haughty, pureblooded Lestrange son—from a distance. Up close, he was pale, his face hollowed out and thin, making the sharp, rigid lines of his face even more prominent. Atlas still had his bulk, the cording of muscle that layered his bones, but there was something fragile about him now, something easily breakable. He wondered if his friends—however little there were—wondered when he would shatter.

The snow fell in small flurries of white, and Atlas shielded his eyes for a moment. He caught scent of her, and he scanned the streets for any hint of movement. Then, there she was. It had been forever since he’d last seen her, and the last time he had, they’d left each other reasonably hot and bothered. The memory stirred his blood again, and Atlas made his way toward her, his hand returning to his pocket, where he brushed the small gift he’d hastily picked out—a necklace, nothing too fancy—and the familiar handle of his wand. “Scarlett,” he said as soon as he was within hearing distance—which, being that they were both wolves, was fairly far away. His voice was low and raspy, not unlike how Greyback must have sounded just before he made a kill or a change. The rattling of breath in his throat reminded Atlas of the man who had changed him, and the boy suddenly felt sick. Atlas cleared his throat, and continued: “Thanks for coming.”

[scarlett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/ea5ncojpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » DRINK MY SOUL. Scarlett's thoughts were wandering. She was waiting to sense a werewolf, any werewolf. If she sensed one other than Atlas, she would immediately apparate to Canada. That was one of the few places that was far away that she was appropriately dressed for. She could not risk getting caught. For some reason, however, she trusted Atlas. She trusted him enough not to even question whether he was trying to get her caught. But that was not in a good way. In this case, Scarlett believed that he wanted her body so much that he would not risk turning her in; and though he was a Lestrange, she did not take him for the type to go against his own pureblood kind to do that. Soon enough, Scarlett sensed Atlas. She turned around abruptly and starting sauntering in the completely opposite direction. Anyone who was watching her closely would find that quite odd, but at this point she did not care about that. “Scarlett, thanks for coming.” she heard, just as she turned around. It was a very faint whisper, but she had heard. "You're lucky that I came," Scarlett muttered, without the intent of making the statement double as a sexual innuendo. Even though, in all honesty, that was exactly the type of statement she would make if they were talking about it in that sense. Soon enough, Scarlett and Atlas met somewhere in the middle. "Hello, Atlas." she stated, pretty much restarting the conversation because now she could actually see his face. She was feeling kind of awkward, for once in her life. She wasn't sure... should she hug him? Should she shake his hand? Or just get along with... whatever business Atlas had? "I don't have much time, so let's get on with this." Scarlett said, though in all honesty she did not have anything better to do. After this meeting, she was running away. Or so she thought. less words than before, outfit, i love you dana

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Atlas saw her approach, and his throat closed painfully. For a moment, Atlas couldn’t breathe, and he thought he saw small bursts of light pop in his vision. He felt gaunt and weak, and his head swam; when had been the last time he’d eaten? Then, she spoke, and there was a double entendre hidden in her words, and Atlas tried to crack the cocksure smirk he’d had when they spoke last. He wondered if the smile worming across his face looked grotesque, as if he’d been trying to pull a grin from numb lips. “Yes, yes, I’m honored,” he quipped back in a raspy, but—to Atlas’s relief—thoroughly sarcastic tone. “Next time you come, I’ll be sure to be waiting with streamers and balloons.” His hands still shook, and Atlas dug them deep into his pockets, trying to cover up the tremble with activity.

He tensed when she impatiently drove the conversation forward, and he wondered if she really had better to do. The head snatcher had given him something of an ultimatum. This would be the first snatch that Atlas would do alone, without the comforting presence of his best friend. The thought had frightened him then, sitting in the office of the head Dens snatcher, but now, when the deed would finally be done, Atlas felt downright terrified. He’d hoped that his first solo mission would have been snatching some old man—preferably the one who had Changed him in the first place; there would be no hesitance when that day came—but with Scarlett it was different, as it had been with Perrin. In that case, Atlas knew the victim of his snatch, the person at the end of his wand. The thought of being so close to snatching himself, when he was just like them, chilled him to the marrow of his bones and left him with sleepless nights and blank stares at whomever he spoke to.

“I… got you something for Christmas,” Atlas said awkwardly, pulling the necklace out of his pocket. He hoped that she wouldn’t notice the box trembling within his fingers. He didn’t have to pretend to put the awkward pause in his voice; this would be the first time he’d given someone aside from his immediate group of friends a present. “Here.” He offered to the box to her, stretching out his one hand, while keeping the other firmly grasped around his wand, hidden deep within his other pocket. His resolve was beginning to weaken, and he hoped that she’d take his gift soon, so that all of his courage—what Atlas called courage anyway—wouldn’t desert him.

[scarlett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/ea5ncojpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » DRINK MY SOUL. Scarlett could not help thinking that he looked different. A bit thinner, perhaps. His face was more... pointy. Gaunt. He obviously had not been eating, which she thought was understandable. After all, the ministry was on the lookout for wolves. He probably did not have much of an appetite and probably got very little sleep. At least, that was what she figured. “Yes, yes, I’m honored. Next time you come, I’ll be sure to be waiting with streamers and balloons, Atlas had said, almost smiling at her unintended innuendo. It was only then that she realized the full possible meaning of the words she had said. Oh, teenagers. Scarlett's brown gaze focused on his eyes, almost an attempt to reassure her "authority" over him. She knew that confidence meant keeping your head up and your eyes focused. She had trained herself to do so before she had even gotten to Hogwarts, and that was what made her different. She had the practice, the practice that made the act seem like a reality. The snow was falling down on them a bit harder now, Scarlett noticed, as she waited for Atlas to state the purpose of their meeting. He was wasting her time, and she was starting to get impatient. “I… got you something for Christmas. Here.” Scarlett blinked. Was he serious? Did he really want her there to... exchange Christmas presents? His present had been more of a last minute thing. She had forced herself not to put more than ten seconds of thought into it. There had to be something else. Maybe his parents knew about him now. Or maybe he had other bad news. Or maybe, he had fallen in love with her. At this point, all Scarlett could do was wait awkwardly to find out. Scarlett raised an eyebrow as she accepted the present, before pulling his present out of her pocket and handing that over to him. "I, surprisingly, got something for you too. Here you go." she stated casually, before handing over the box that contained his watch. "Thanks, I guess. But... is that the only reason you wanted to meet me?" Scarlett asked, really hoping that he didn't waste her time. Sure, it was nice to get a present, since she didn't get too many of those, but still. It was not worth it for her to compromise her safety for whatever he had gotten her. And knowing guys, well, she guessed it was some kind of jewelry. 411 words, outfit, i love you dana

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