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Post by Flynn Aeolus Drake on Jan 23, 2020 15:59:05 GMT
Sometimes I feel like giving up but I just can't, it isn't in my blood Sera. Oh, yeah, hadn't she already told him that earlier? Flynn vaguely recalled. Or maybe one of her friends had called her it in front of him. Merlin, she had a nice arse. Flynn let her push his jacket off of his shoulders and pulled his lips from hers long enough to utter a single word. "Flynn." He tugged the bottom of her dress up, hoping it didn't have an awkward zip or buttons and would just come right off over her head. They could always leave it on, but that wouldn't be nearly as fun. 'Rip it.' The devil on is shoulder didn't care if she might like the dress or not, it gave its advice regardless. Flynn slid the dress up higher, kissing her lips, her neck, her shoulders. 'Just rip it off.'_______________________ tag: Seraphina Alala Devereaux words: 173 notes: <3 outfit: Bring the beat back. template by izzy[googlefont="Clicker Script"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"]
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Post by Flynn Aeolus Drake on Jan 21, 2020 13:08:47 GMT
Sometimes I feel like giving up but I just can't, it isn't in my blood An hour later, after more drinking and tearing up the dance floor, Flynn kicked open the door to the room he had rented in the Starlight Inn, the brunette in his arms, legs around his waist. He carried on kissing her until it became apparent that he needed to see where he was going in the dark room. House elves didn't leave a light on these days? "Fuck." He laughed as they crashed into a dresser and he lowered his company to the floor, pulling his wand out and shooting a flame to the nearest lamp, then the next. He dropped his wand onto the dresser and kicked the door shut behind them. "We should trade names." He was kissing her again, and the bed across the room was bloody huge, as it should have been for the price he paid to rent the room. Everything was fuzzy, and his head was spinning but it felt amazing, especially with her hands all over him. _______________________ tag: Seraphina Alala Devereaux words: 202 notes: <3 outfit: Bring the beat back. template by izzy[googlefont="Clicker Script"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"]
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Post by Flynn Aeolus Drake on Jan 12, 2020 12:26:55 GMT
Sometimes I feel like giving up but I just can't, it isn't in my blood The music was blaring, the crowd was hyped, and Flynn and his mates automatically merged with the sexy brunette and her friends on the way to the bar, forming one bigger, badder, sexier group of trouble. Shots with hot chicks was always a good idea, and his midnight snog did not disappoint. She was well up for it! Flynn, in a haze of alcohol, stepped right up for the first shot. He took a little bit too much pleasure licking the salt from her neck, "accidentally" missed the shot glass a few times before he finally hit the right spot, and then took his time taking the lemon from her mouth with his teeth, making all the tipsy eye contact. He spat the lemon on the floor and slid his hands around her waist. "Fuck the shots!" he shouted over the music, and pulled her in for another snog. _______________________ tag: Seraphina Alala Devereaux words: 187 notes: <3 outfit: Bring the beat back. template by izzy[googlefont="Clicker Script"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"]
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Post by Flynn Aeolus Drake on Nov 22, 2019 13:02:45 GMT
Sometimes I feel like giving up but I just can't, it isn't in my blood Flynn had only just about got the word "one" out when the girl closest to him had grabbed him and kissed him. He wasn't unhappy about it, far from it, it was welcome. A midnight snog with a stranger on a crowded dance floor was his style, and he couldn't think of a better way to ring in the new year. His mates were all either kissing their other halves, or cheering and hugging and dancing, and as soon as his lips were free, Flynn let out a loud whoop into the crowd. "Happy New Year!" he bellowed, whole body giving in to the beat of the music. He had no drink to ring in the new year, and he wasn't nearly drunk enough for his liking. He needed more. He needed to get shitfaced before the night was through. Pale blue eyes fell on the hottie dancing next to him. She had no drink either. "Shots!" he called to his mates, leaning down to talk into hottie's ear. "Come on, let me get you a drink," he called over the music, reaching for her hand. _______________________ tag: Seraphina Alala Devereaux words: 224 notes: <3 outfit: Bring the beat back. template by izzy[googlefont="Clicker Script"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"]
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Post by Flynn Aeolus Drake on Nov 9, 2019 13:38:45 GMT
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Post by Flynn Aeolus Drake on Nov 9, 2019 11:32:27 GMT
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PERSONALITY Boggart: Spiders. He shares the same fear as his little sister, so the pair of them facing a boggart together would be completely useless, neither able to support the other through their fear. Mirror of Erised: A family. More than anything, deep down, Flynn wants to be a father. He knows it, but he struggles to get there, and struggles to settle down. There would be at least four kids running around him. Patronus: Hyena - Flynn's happy memory is actually of his father. He remembers being very little, maybe five years old, and going fishing with his dad every weekend. He and Llian would have so much fun, and it was a time before everything went wrong, and dark, a time he wishes he could go back to.
Flynn is a paradox of unimaginable proportions. He has the capacity to be either the greatest force of good, or a wicked little shit. There's no in-between with him. If he's not on one course, he's on the other, and he fluctuates wildly between the two. When he's good, he's generous, loving, would go to the ends of the earth for his loved ones, includes them in everything, doesn't drink, stays clean, excels at his job because it becomes his main focus and he earns a shit ton of money from the good periods.
And then the money kicks in, and it all goes downhill. He drinks, he plays, he gambles, he throws it away on all of the things that he shouldn't, and he enjoys it thoroughly. His home life suffers, his demons take control, and his work suffers, meaning he makes less money, has to sort himself out, and so the cycle begins again. When he's bad, he's very bad. He has anger issues when he drinks. He crosses the line from fun drunk, to "raging maniac" after a certain amount of alcohol, and he is a very intense person, so expect lots of deep and meaningfuls when he's in this mode.
He's drawn to the dark side. Really, truly drawn to it, and though he fights it and recognises that he has family in the light, and he needs to stay good for them, the temptation is always there. It's a wonder he hasn't become a vampire by now. It probably isn't for lack of trying. He's one of the most curious people you will meet. He has to know the ins and outs of everything. As a kid he would take his toys apart to see how they worked, even if it meant they had to be thrown away afterwards, that curiosity had to be sated. Not intellectual in the slightest, Flynn was never interested in studying, he is incredibly street smart, and has the gift of the gab. A silver tongue, so to speak, that helps him earn a bloody amazing wage when he puts it to use in his journalism. He's hard to ignore, and hard to deny, and good or bad you will have a smile on your face when he's around. He is infectious, charismatic, charming, funny, sexy, naughty, your mother will love him, but please don't take him home to her. He is the devil in disguise.
HISTORY Mother: Evelyn Drake (nee MacMillan), 57 years old, pureblood, Gryffindor Alumna, figure skating instructor Father: Leonidus Drake, 58 years old, pureblood, Slytherin Alumni, Death Eater Siblings: Llian Eros Drake, 40, brother, pureblood, Ravenclaw Alumni, Dragonologist Geralina Amara Drake 30, sister, pureblood, Hufflepuff Alumna, Hogwarts librarian Partners: None Others: Amarina Fawley (nee MacMillan), 59, pureblood, maternal aunt Farquhar Fawley, 58, pureblood, uncle Freya Fawley, 28, pureblood, cousin Elissa Fawley, 26, pureblood, cousin Noelle Fawley, 24, pureblood, cousin Gabriel Ollivander, 32, pureblood, soon-to-be cousin-in-law Isabella Ollivander, baby, second cousin
Flynn Drake, the dreaded middle child, was always a handful. He was a live-wire as a child, and always curious and full of life. He was daddy's blue eye, the favourite, until daddy left. Flynn had just become a big brother to little Geralina when their father disappeared and never came back. Mum said it was because dad was bad, he'd done bad things and couldn't be a family with them any more. Flynn didn't like that. His dad couldn't be bad. He wouldn't accept it. It must have been the new baby. Maybe dad was fed up of having a crying, needy baby around the house, so he ran away to get away from her. Flynn would crawl underneath Geralina's cot and shake it as hard as he could until mum came in and shouted.
When they were a little bit older, he would pick on her in different ways. Steal her pocket money out of her piggy bank, wrestle with her teddies until their heads ripped off. Blast his music over the telly when she was watching cartoons so she couldn't hear her favourite shows. It became such a normal part of his routine that he forgot the reason he had started doing it. He didn't need a reason, it was just the way things were now. And Llian was crap. He was good and smart and quiet, and he made Geralina laugh. All Flynn ever did was get shouted at.
Luckily, he followed Llian into Hogwarts when Geralina was only four, so he got away from all of it for most of the year, and he loved the castle. He was place in Slytherin, just like his dad, and he made mates who were quite similar to him. They got up to a lot of shit around the castle. A loooot of shit. No secret passage was sacred, no potion not tasted, no prank not pulled, no class not ditched, no girl left un-snogged (and more). It was the best time of his life, and he thoroughly abused his freedom. Then went home on the holidays and picked on his sister a bit more.
It wasn't until he got a bit older that he realised how much of a horror he was to his family, and why. It wasn't their fault that his dad left. He knew that now. He was sixteen, smart enough to figure it all out for himself. His dad had joined the Death Eaters, and mum had wanted to protect her kids. He missed his dad every day. Vocally. It was no secret, though Flynn had lots of those. He began trying to make amends. He was nicer to his sister and his mum, he tried to be friends with his brother. And slowly, slowly, it was working. He graduated from Hogwarts with abysmal grades because he just wasn't interested in studying, and managed to talk his way into an internship at the Daily Prophet.
He worked his way up from there. He moved into his own place with his girlfriend at the time, then she cheated on him and he kicked her out and found that he didn't like living alone. He found another girlfriend to fill the gap, and a new home, and so the pattern went, new faces and new houses coming and going every few years. Flynn didn't mind it, he had a gypsy soul, though he did hope that one day he'd find the right one and have a family, a house that he liked enough to stay in. He found that he earned great money writing for the Prophet. He could charm people on a page as much as he could in person. His relationship with his sister was stronger than ever (she is actually pretty cool), and though he wasn't Llian's biggest fan, they got along in small doses.
His dad got in touch with him a few years ago. Just a simple owl saying hello, and the word proud was thrown around a bit for good measure. Flynn, for all his worldlyness, fell for it hook, line, and sinker, and wrote back straight away. He told his mum, who nearly had a heart attack and made it clear that he should cut contact with that bastard and never write to him again. Flynn ignored her, obviously, and he writes to his Death Eater dad every now and then. Leonidus wants to meet up, have a drink, strike up some kind of real relationship. Well, we all know what Flynn will say to that.
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