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The mattress dipped behind her. Dorcas kept her eyes closed, noticing every little ache and sting that passed over her body. It was strange and unusual. She'd been hurt thousands of times by this man, he had her permission to do just about anything to her body, there weren't ever any limitations between the two but clearly he'd panicked tonight and Dorcas wasn't sure just why that was. Losing a little consciousness was no big deal but then she was unconscious so who knew how long she was out for. Perhaps it was longer than she'd thought, she wasn't really sure what she was thinking or feeling in the moment beyond the physical. It was hard to sort her thoughts and even harder to understand what it was that Rodolphus was apologising for. He never apologised, at least never with the actual word 'sorry'. Rodolphus apologised with sex, sex, more sex and occasionally replacing whatever he'd broken. Dorcas wasn't even aware he had the ability to be compassionate enough for another human being to actually be apologetic for something. He sounded genuine. That was even stranger. She'd have thought that he would have been confused by such words, "For what, love?" She didn't know what he was apologising for, so far it seemed like nothing was completely out of the ordinary so why would he ever bother apologising?

It was strange. She'd fallen asleep next to Rodolphus plenty of times before. Over twelve years together just screwing around had lead to him actually staying over almost ten years ago. Actually the first time they'd fallen asleep together had been on the floor of one of his holiday homes on a private island. Dorcas could still remember it, even in her hazed state. It was beautiful. The forest that covered the island was the best part and the beach - while she hated sand - was beautiful in its own way. Waking up beside him that first time felt natural, like a normal progression and yet they'd never really moved beyond that. He'd stay over from time to time. They'd screw around. He'd leave. He'd started staying later when he did stay at hers. He'd wait until she'd left for work before locking her place up himself and having his house elves sort out whatever mess they'd left from the night, and usually mornings. Falling asleep with Rodolphus was nice usually. It was relaxing and felt right, but tonight it felt comforting too, somehow it felt safe.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 414
Notes: <3
Outfit: OooOoOo!!!

Well he was good enough then! Depending on how much they had to drink for the rest of the night though, there was the possibility that Dorcas wouldn't remember if she hooked up with the guy in the toilets or not. If he didn't leave a lasting impression then it would be just as well not remembering him. If it was a decent impression then ... wait what? She was losing track of her own thoughts, he couldn't be both memorable and forgettable. Tersha would remind her of whatever embarrassment she got herself into, if Tersha could remember the night after her floaty drinks, if such floaty drinks worked and were strong enough. They needed plenty more alcohol, they needed all the alcohol. Dorcas was kind of crap at limiting herself, but Tersha was good enough to look out for her. She thought. She wasn't entirely sure. She couldn't remember a lot of nights out but she'd gotten home and Dorcas always woke up the next morning with plenty of stories from Tersha. Dorcas took a lot less to get drunk than Tersha usually but Tersha seemed a little more drunk than Dorcas, she put it down to her mum having shoved a tonne of food in to her mouth before she went out and the possibility that Tersha had a few drinks before she'd come out tonight. After dealing with her parents over Christmas Dorcas wouldn't have blamed Tersha if she'd been drunk ever since Christmas!

Sniggering a little at the interaction between Tersha and the bartender Dorcas took the cocktail that Tersha sent her way, a little of the liquid spilling out on to the bar. She took the umbrella out of the drink and clinked her glass with Tersha's grinning and taking a sip of her cocktail. "Bathroom sex!" She cheered loudly! She couldn't give a crap who was staring, unless bathroom sex guy was staring, in which case he could totally start getting his arse to the bathroom so she could have a little fun, but first she needed to get her drink on. She took a big mouthful. It was strong enough and tingled a little on her tongue. Was there champagne in this? If so she was going to be fucked a hell! Champagne was the one drink that went straight to her head. Tequila was the second only she always ended up just about naked after drinking tequila. The umbrella she had taken out of her drink she closed up and started aiming it like a dart. She flung it at a passerby then went back to her drink and Tersha as though nothing had happened, not bothering to see if her little umbrella dart had jabbed the passer by or not.

Tag: Tersha Alara Knight
Words: 542
Notes: <3
Outfit: Awww!

A dream swept over Dorcas. There was no knowing how it started but where she was now was a nightmare. She stood in a field, surrounded by black, watching a little boy no older than seven playing catch with a small red ball. Up and down he threw the thing and Dorcas wanted nothing to do with the situation, but her dream wouldn't allow. She moved apprehensively towards the young boy. A thick mop of dark brown hair upon his head. She knew what he would look like before she even saw him, she knew in her gut just who exactly this was and that feeling of apprehension only grew stronger. He wasn't real, at least not like this. He wasn't here, it wasn't possible. Dorcas felt a little sick, she felt as though her heart was pounding hard, like there was a heavy pressure baring down on her chest. The boy turned, unaware of her presence, just tossing the ball up and down. Dorcas watched him, an aching taking over. Physical or emotional she wasn't sure but it was uncomfortable.

It felt like forever just watching this boy throw the red ball up into the air and catching it again. He had her nose and her cheeks, his chin resembled hers at that age too. His eyes were different, they were most definitely Rodolphus'. Deep and brown. He had his heavy brow too but her hair colouring. There was no denying that she was looking at her son. Their son. He was the child she never had. He would have been the first for both of them but she'd not been ready. She tried to rationalise it within her mind within her own dream. She'd done it before a thousand times. She was too young, it was right at the start of her career, she could never be a mother, she could never bring a child into the world as it was, there was no way she could have a married mans child, especially Rodolphus' child. Yet looking at him there was some kind of longing, somehow there was the doubt that she'd done something wrong. She pushed that feeling aside often enough but here was a place she could only feel, she couldn't rationalise her feelings away. Before she even realised it everything just ended and her dream was gone.

Dorcas was unaware of anytime passing. She was stood back in the field again, the little boy directly in front of her staring up. There was a silence between them as they just looked. The field was silent, there was a breeze blowing the tall grass but no sound. The sky was black but everything was bright enough as though the sun were shinning on a warm summers day. There was no other scenery and no other people. Just her and him, staring at one another. The child stepped forward, looking at her hand and taking hold of it. Dorcas watched him moving, unsure of what was happening. He looked up at her again, those familiar eyes piercing through to her soul, "Why don't you love me, mummy?" Dorcas' heart sunk deeper than it ever had before, "Why don't you want me?" His grip on her hand got tighter and she pulled away, her hand slipping out of his hold as she took a step back. He held a toy dragon under his arm that hadn't been there before and she backed away some more, the boy walking towards her. She backed away more and felt herself walk in to someone, a figure she knew before she even turned around.

Looking up she saw those brown eyes the boy had on the man they belonged to. Rodolphus was looking down at her and she backed away from him just a couple of steps, stopping before she knocked in to the boy. She turned to look at the boy, he wasn't her son, she hadn't had a child. She had only been pregnant for a few weeks, it wasn't even a human. This was just a nightmare, this was just her mind screwing with her and as she realised that she began to wake. "I didn't want to be a mum. You should never have existed." She told the boy as he faded away, leaving a familiar yet blurry sight above her. Her voice hoarse and unfamiliar as though it wasn't her at all croaking through those words. Something had gone wrong and her birth control hadn't worked. It had resulted in an unwanted pregnancy and she'd terminated it without a second thought. It was the right decision to have made. She'd confided this in all of three people and her parents and Rodolphus were not among them. She had no idea what his reaction would have been to news that she was pregnant, he'd probably have been furious at the time and demanded she be rid of it anyway so it was just easier to take care of everything herself and just leave him out of it. There was no reason for him to know.

The boy had gone completely now and instead she was looking at the ceiling in her room, bleary eyes unable to focus on anything. Memories started to flood her, she'd been gripping at Rodolphus' arm, trying to hit him away. She remembered not being able to breath and that was it. She'd gone. She had no idea what had happened but she assumed it wasn't great. Her throat was sore and her head was pounding. She knew he'd taken things too far but how long had she been out of it? Surely it wasn't more than a few seconds, though he'd seen to it she had a top on, she noticed, though she couldn't think why he would do that. It didn't make sense. He'd seen her naked thousands of times, was he suddenly embarrassed because she'd lost a little consciousness? She was breathing, a lot sore, but definitely breathing, so what was the big deal?

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 1,003
Notes: <3
Outfit: OooOoOo!!!

Dorcas had Ariel laying in the middle of the queen sized bed on her belly. It was probably about time to head downstairs and interact with others and Dorcas supposed it wouldn't be so bad. She'd have Ariel to keep her company for a while and provided she didn't poop, she'd keep hold of the girl for as long as possible. As soon as she pooped Ariel would be handed off to someone more experienced in handling the rear end of an infant, Dorcas disliked the smell and, quit frankly, the sight. She'd seen some grizzly situations in her life time, she'd seen decapitations, impalements, disembowelments but nothing compared to the site and smell of what that small kid could push out of her arse. Yet another reason Dorcas would never have kids, they were just straight up disgusting, and as she got older she was only going to get in to more messes. Hell, when she was mobile she was going to be shitting herself, pissing herself and throwing food and drink everywhere. It would basically be dealing with Tersha on her 21st birthday every day. Dorcas knew for certain she couldn't handle that kind of crazy no matter how cute the kid.

She slipped her heels on and tickled Ariel's back as she took an interest in what Dorcas was doing, pushing her upper body and twisting to the point that she rolled over on the soft mattress. For a second she looked stunned but it didn't last long, the little warrior found her feet and tried grabbing at them, her chunky little thighs not holding her back in the slightest. She was precious and Dorcas knew she'd do just about anything for the little chubster that was attempting to gnaw on her foot. "Yeah, none of that," she said to the child that was paying her absolutely sod all attention, "Daddy-Dor won't be happy if you cough up some kind of cotton ball." She took hold of Ariel and stood up, ready to face whoever was downstairs. She was fairly certain Geralina wasn't there yet or her mum would have called up and apart from that Dorcas wasn't sure there was going to be anyone else joining them, apart from Dorian's brother or whatever he was, she supposed Ariel's uncle technically, but how much did the guy even know about Dorian or Ariel? Dorcas was a bit sceptical of the bloke. None of them had ever met him until after River had died, were they sure they had the right bloke?

Dorcas left her bedroom with Ariel, leaving the door slightly ajar behind her, not bothering to close it because she just simply wasn't in the habit of it any more. When she'd lived with her parents she'd even gone so far as to learn a few locking charms to keep unwanted people out, looking back now she knew they were simple little charms that could be unlocked with a simple alohamora or some other kind of flimsy unlocking spell. The spells on her home these days would take a hell of a lot more to get through than a little wave of a wand. "When you're old enough to eat you'll be able to appreciate poppy-Dré's roasts, until then I'm sure daddy-Dor's got a bottle for you and some toys to scrunch." She told Ariel as they walked the hallway and stairs, Ariel jamming her fist into her mouth like it was the most delicious thing on the planet. A roast would taste a damn sight better than human flesh ... probably. "Come on," She said, hearing a scuttling heading off in the direction of the kitchen as she hoisted Ariel up a little more, figuring her mother had been listening out for her and run off to the kitchen before Dorcas could catch her in the act. Dorcas had no clue why her mother was listening out for her, perhaps she worried she was going to drop Ariel or something, but Dorcas felt she was at least moderately capable of looking after the little stinker.

Taking the last step Dorcas looked towards the kitchen, she could see to the dining area and half expected to see her mums head pop out from around the corner but it didn't, Em was keeping to herself. Dorcas listened as she walked to the front room, hearing Dorian talk to someone. As she entered the room she took in the sight of the two men, their body language and the tone of Dorian's words as he finished talking. Her eyes drifted over the stranger she'd yet to meet and her mother's voice sounded in her mind, reminding her to be polite. She smiled, putting on that sweet, trusting smile she'd become an expert in, of course those that knew her knew she never smiled like that unless she was putting on a show for whatever reason, but this was a reason to put in a show, "Hi, Merry Christmas," She said, then turned her head to Ariel, "Wanna coo a little 'Merry Christmas'?" She asked, knowing full well that Ariel was far more interested in her fist than anything else but her big blue eyes were definitely looking in Julians direction, whether it was because of him or the shiny decorations that happened to be behind him Dorcas didn't know, nor did she really care much at the moment.

Tag: Julian Astraeus Blackthorne and Dorian Michael Humbert and Emily Jane Meadowes and André Daniel Meadowes and Geralina Amara Drake
Words: 900
Notes: <3
Outfit: Not as sexy as the jammies

Usually a ball sort of thing, or gala whatever, was not Dorcas' scene. Tersha yes, her parents, from time to time, but her? No bloody way. It involved dresses and being fancy and whatever else you had to do to schmooze amongst the sleazy that all harboured their own ulterior motives. These people were not her people, these people were mixed but ultimately there would be an over whelming presence of the elite arseholes that wanted to support Minister Galanis in her career, paying her off and using her like a puppet to formally spew the words they forced into her. Forced was probably too strong of a term, she accepted money for it, most politicians were easily bought, some were a little more difficult and even fewer actually had some kind of integrity. Those politicians were a rare breed and usually total dicks. Some people worked in the Ministry with the intent to raise above the ranks to take the position of Minister, or major Minister suck up. Others did jobs just for money, others did thing because they wanted, because it was always what they'd wanted. Dorcas fell in to the always wanted to group. Or at least since she was twelve. She had no intentions of getting promotions, running the Auror department or ever becoming Minister for Magic, that would be bloody insane and she knew she'd balls the job up right royally, but she was a good Auror and she would stick to that.

Convincing Dorian to take her to this thing was easy, though it really didn't actually require any convincing, just good timing. Waiting around the corner of a hallway in the ministry, Dorcas had waited until Dorian was heading from the opposite end of the hall, on his way in to a meeting he couldn't afford to skip. She'd hurried a little along the hall, slowing down just as he was going in and placed her hand on his upper arm to get his attention, she then told him her mum and dad would have Ariel on the 14th and that he'd be taking her to the Minister's gala to make sure she didn't get too drunk. After that she'd just carried on her way, a little quicker than normal. It was kind of true, she'd probably need someone to make sure she didn't get too drunk but that wouldn't be until after she'd done some snooping on the current Minister for Magic, who was surprisingly opening up her home to the public. A bold and probably stupid move to make considering her position but Dorcas wasn't going to look a gift unicorn in the mouth. She was going to take advantage of the Minister's tactics to gain popularity and snoop around whatever manor she called home.

The event was somewhat of a formal one and so Dorcas had actually put a little effort in to her appearance, buying new shoes, a dress and even getting her hair and make up done, much to Tersha's surprise when Dorcas asked her for her hairdressers name. After Dorian greeted her warmly at his door the two set off and disapparated when they reached outside of the building with little talk. He complimented her or something but she wasn't after that, she knew she looked hot as hell and Dorian was just being polite. If he ever decided to really compliment her, then he could do that by pushing her up against the nearest wall and having his way with her. He was way too much of a prude, he'd never be up for that, but Dorcas didn't care who he'd dated in the past or whose brains he'd screwed out, she'd still pounce him in a heartbeat. He was hot, crazy hot, and she so wanted to see what scars he'd acquired in the line of duty and what kinks he was in to. She was willing to bet he could put that belt of his to some very creative uses and if he couldn't think of anything, she'd certainly have a suggestion or four and given a little extra time she was sure she could come up with another four.

The walk to the minister's home was kind of what Dorcas had expected, and if the minister thought she was opening herself up to the public then she could think again. This was just a chance to show off, she wasn't appealing to anyone in the general public because no one could relate to this, instead it was just painfully obvious just where their tax money was going. This was going to be a disaster and Dorcas hoped she got to witness all of it but not before she found some dirt on the minister herself, and her intentions. She was trying to come off as a minister that cared but Dorcas didn't buy in to it. She was a pain in the arse, always snooping about and Dorcas disliked it and didn't trust the woman, as she'd made painfully clear by telling her to 'bugger off' on more than one occasion. Working in the Magical Law Enforcement department meant she didn't have to answer to the minister on anything, and the woman getting herself involved with cases, wanting to know all the little details or even just the bigger ones, was enough for Dorcas to be suspicious of her motives.

The home itself was nice. It lacked the warmly touches that she liked in a home but she didn’t have to live there so she didn’t give a crap. She grew up in a house cramped and cuddly, with faces beaming at you from every wall. You were never too far from a snuggly blanket, even in summer and there was always the smell of something delicious on the air. Just about the only thing her mum could make successfully every time was brownies, beyond that her mother was rather flat when it came to cooking but her father was some kind of food genius. This place looked like it was purposefully on display and the only aromas came from the flowers on display and probably something a little artificial behind it. Nothing homely in the slightest.

Dorcas had left her cloak and cardigan at the entrance with a lovely woman that looked far too cheery to be working this dumb event and made her way with Dorian to the back garden where she listened to the speech the Minister gave, attempting to seem like one of the people while showing off this mansion of a home. Hardly going to work. Dorcas was just bored shitless listening to some pansy arsed speech but at least the home was open. "Oh for Merlin's sake," She mumbled, rolling her eyes and grabbing a flute of champagne as a server brought a tray around. She turned her body in towards Dorian, "Someone's trying to make up for that leaked memo and doing a piss-poor job at it too." What a shit-filled memo that had been too. Talk about taking drastic measures. The Minister was brutal in her attempts and in the back of Dorcas' mind, she couldn't help but wonder if that memo was leaked on purpose to enforce the idea that the minister was actually attempting to clean up their world, despite the ragingly obvious flaws in her plans. Surely there wouldn't be enough idiots in the Wizengamot to agree to the proposals and actually follow through with any.

Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert
Words: 1,246
Notes: <3
Outfit: Snoopy!!!

Dorcas settled herself against the bar, quirking her brow at Tersha, getting relaxed far too easily. "Threesome but miss uppity doesn't seem interested in the slightest." She said, rolling her eyes. What kind of a psychopath was that woman? Who the hell could pass up on such a fine and perfect human being? Honestly the woman had no sodding clue what she was missing out on. She'd even felt Dorcas' arse! How was she not begging for it?! Clearly she had no standards. She was dating or whatever, someone a bit beneath her but it wasn't as if he was so far beneath that it was strange but it was noticeable that she could definitely do better if she wanted, and maybe by the end of the night she would want to do better because Dorcas was fairly certain that in about eight minutes, that bloke would "need the toilet" which would earn him a scowl and possible telling off, of which he'd naturally get defensive and make his lovely little whatever seem like a raging maniac when in reality she was probably spot in. Dorcas didn't much care, whatever happened between that couple was their business, she was just after a little fun. "I told him to meet me in the toilets in five. He should be there in under ten." She smirked, "Remind me, unless he's something I'll regret in the morning then keep me distracted." Of course Tersha knew the drill, she didn't need reminding.

Floaty cocktails would be bloody marvellous, of course Dorcas was starting to doubt they were real if they were taking a while to make, Tersha had been at the bar long enough for Dorcas to have her arse felt up, potentially broken up a couple and told her all about it, whatever this bartender was up to was probably not the sort of drink that Tersha wanted, however to make them thing they were floating maybe it would be bat-crap crazy strong and make them feel all lightheaded and floaty. It was probably as close as they'd get to floating tonight, unless they got on a couple of brooms, now that would be a bloody marvellous night! Possibly life threatening. Dorcas couldn't remember the last time she'd ridden her broom drunk but it had apparently not worked out well and she was lucky enough to still be alive. Something about a head injury, a collision with a building of some kind, an attempt to get herself to St Mungo's by getting back on the broom. It was all higgledy piggledy and Dorcas was sure Tersha and a few others had made some crap up just to mess with her because she'd been so drunk with no recollection of the night at all. "I didn't really pull my jeans and knickers around my ankles and tell a muggle couple to 'suck my love rug' while pointing did I?" She asked thoughtfully as though contemplating one of life's greatest mysteries. Dorcas wasn't even sure if she'd ever even heard of that term before she was told she'd apparently screamed it at an older muggle couple that were rather displeased with the behaviour she was exhibiting. No doubt they'd been mortified after if that were the case.

Tag: Tersha Alara Knight
Words: 542
Notes: <3 Why do you let her out in public!?
Outfit: Awww!

There was a moment of unease. There wasn't any straight forward chatting, there wasn't complete and utter certainty between the two and in fact, it felt fairly obvious that something was being withheld. What that would be Dorcas could not fathom. Her mind went to her parents being dead but if that were the case then it wouldn't be his place to inform her of something like that, heck, she didn't know whose place it would be really, probably someone from work, she could even see Dorian volunteering to tell her because the chances were she'd hex just about anyone else that brought her such news. She imagined she'd be quite a pain in the arse to approach about such a matter and Dumbledore wouldn't escape her anger so he'd better hope he had something better than that to talk about, though it would explain that slight moment of awkwardness but Dumbeldores words were slowly revealing what had him a little on edge, if you could even go that far. Reckless was something Dorcas was used to. She preferred to be well prepared for just about anything and sometimes some situations just called for a top-of-the-head plan and when she did that the term 'reckless' was certainly something that could be used. She tried to keep only her own life at risk or that of whoever she was chasing down but sometimes things got a little out of hand and others got hurt through her choices. She was able to let go of any regret she felt over such situations, if she even felt any at all these days. Sometimes things just had to be done, reckless or not, but the fact that Dumbledore was using such a term suggested to Dorcas that it wasn't just reckless, what he wanted to ask, but down right ridiculous. At least he wasn't telling her that her mum and dad were dead so right now she was feeling up to just about anything.

Dorcas took a good sized mouthful of her drink as Dumbledore carried on. He was giving her the option to pull out but as much as he was saying it, it seemed like a whole other story. If she was the only one he could ask this of then it wasn't something light or something she could actually say no to because she was the one he needed. She felt unsure about what he could possibly only need her for but then he said it, he asked the question he'd been hanging on to and she was surprised. Her eyes widened for a moment as the question sunk in slowly to her brain and she got a grip on what was being asked. Slowly a smile crept over her lips and a small laugh pushed its way up from her chest before she laughed even harder. Shaking her head as she looked to the fireplace and then back to Albus. "Reckless?" She laughed, "You mean downright suicidal. Of course I'll become a death eater if that's what's needed." She'd stopped laughing but her amusement was still present across her features. She took a deep breath, muttering "Reckless." under her breath, shaking her head and then taking a sip of wine. She supposed she should have seen this coming. Albus had personally trained her to block her mind, to keep others out and control what she allowed them to see. Had he always been preparing to ask this of her or was it something that just so happened to fit in nicely to his plans? Dorcas had no idea, she really should have seen such a question coming but she figured she kind of didn't want to. It was going to be a bitch of a task to undertake. "And what's the plan? I just ask Rodolphus to introduce me to He-Who-Must-not-Be-Named and ask politely for a Dark Mark and all his top secret plans?" Dorcas took a gulp of wine, a feeling of anxiety starting to set in but she ignored it, if she was going to do this then she was going to need to do it with confidence - real or fake.

Tag: Albus P.W.B Dumbledore
Words: 693
Notes: <3
Outfit: Show times!