@rosekillermicrofic | Rosekiller | Date: 8 July 2024 | Prompt: Sunset | Word Count: 521

@rosekillermicrofic | Rosekiller | Date: 8 July 2024 | Prompt: Sunset | Word count: 521

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Evan sat on the wooden bench, contemplating the dives that Regulus executed with his light broomstick. The sky was closing to a sunset. Regulus had made both Evan and Barty promise that, they would come to see the yearly selections of the Slytherin quidditch team. The few chosen young students were poorly trying to plunge into the air. Some of them went an extra mile by trying to copy the curves performed by Regulus.

Evan sighed. He was sitting all alone in the middle of an abyss.

'Where the hell are you?', Evan asked himself, imaging a tall torso of Barty.

"Oops."

The voice caught Evan off-guard. It was shrill, as if someone was chocked to draw out that voice. Evan turned behind like a spring.

"Someone's bored?", Barty said, maintaining the shrillness. He scrunched his nose and squatted beside Evan, pulling up a sock from his breast pocket.

"Where were you and what the hell is that?", Evan raised a brow, eyeing the sock.

"Look", the piping voice instructed inside the sock.

Evan peeped into the stretched opening of the sock. A hairy twig like creature jumped out.

Evan gasped, not for the creature that leaped out but for the creature itself. It was a tarantula, with a palm sized body and tentacles spreading like the fingers. It was a handful.

Evan looked at the tarantula that he sized inside his palm, confining it from escaping, then he looked at Barty and then again he turned back to the black creature.

"Where did you find it?", Evan said, without lifting his eyes, already been attracted to the spider.

Barty, who was looking at Evan rather than at the spider, felt like been caught in an illusion. And the trick was the sun rays, the golden tint, that glided through his eyes, highlighting their brown into a hue that matched the sky in the west. Evan looked beautiful, as if he was made to look like that.

"Barty?"

Barty woke up from his fantasies with a sudden jurk from Evan, he was perplexed. "What happened?"

"What do we name it?", Evan asked.

Barty thought, but he already had names ready, "Blood-poison. Or Scarlet-thirst. Or Famertiano."

"What's Famertiano?", Evan asked, scrutinizing the brown fur of the tarantula.

"Nothing."

"Okay then. Famertiano", Evan pressed his lips in a thoughtful manner and ultimately concluded. "Anyways, where did you get this from?"

"I bought it at the cost of winning an arm wrestle with two seniors from Ravenclaw. This is the prize I got. For you."

The last two words seemed to have an effect on Evan. His eyes softened and even though he didn't reply anything back, Barty could comprehend those sun kissed eyes, they were saying love.

"Do you think Famertiano would be able to pull up a melodrama in Regulus's bed?", Barty asked as he a swaying figure in the sky caught his attention.

"I don't see how he could fail, if we teach Famertiano how to execute the melodrama", Evan replied in a single song voice, already hooked up by the thought of mischief.

"Let's plan, should we?"

"Plan A?", Evan asked with a smirk that lifted the corners of his mouth.

Barty saw that beauty, the dark beauty in him. And he knew it at that moment that Evan was not a thing meant for prize, he was a treasure, hard to get, and ever harder to lose.

@rosekillermicrofic | word count: ~570 | 7 June | Prompt- Smirk. Evil.

Evan sat by the tranquil lake, whistling a tune of a foreign soundtrack. Seductive yet bruising.

He watched the water striders pacing one after the other as he stopped whistling and tried focusing into the water deep beyond the noticeable surface.

As the ripples distracted his deep insight, he found himself admiring the pale face of a familiar tawny haired Slytherin that reflected recently over the silver frame of the water.

Bartemius.

Evan spun around like a loose spring. The brown haired boy crouched down and pushed himself closer to Evan.

"You noticed me", Barty acquiesced. "How?"

Evan turned back and gestured to the symmetric ripples sketched over the lake. "After all you can not camouflage, can you?"

Barty laughed and then dead panned," You can never be funny enough, can you?"

"Atleast I am sane."

"Insane people are attractive", Barty winked as he shot his elbow under Evan's arm. "Anyways, what were you whistling?"

"I don't know", Evan huffed.

"That makes you insane, but not attractive", Barty winked again.

Evan breathed. Then he eyed at Barty with heinous motives. "If I throw you, I am sure the lake monsters will eat you to death."

Evan didn't need time to react. He gashed the soil as he plunged his grip over Barty's collar. The soil skidded down with some force. And Barty skidded with it, only held back by the collar grip. "EVAN DON'T", Barty fretted.

"Try it."

"Attractive you said, huh?", Evan laughed.

He pulled Barty over the stable soil near to him. Then he reached out with both hands to straighten the creases on the collar. He smiled ear to ear.

"Are you insane?", Barty said, still catching his breath.

"Attractive."

"There are no monsters in the water, Rosier. The monster is you", Barty snapped.

"Siren", Evan admired.

"Where?", Barty gasped and scrutinized the water.

Evan smirked. He swayed his hand once again in the air and placed them at the perfect crook behind Barty's neck. "Inside me."

Then he felt the shudder. The eruption. This time, the eruption was not in him but in Barty.

Barty reflexed his arm behind him in a swift move and succeeded in locking Evan's arm, that was holding him, in a tight grip over the soil.

Then, as Evan approached to seize Barty with his free hand, Barty swung his left arm over his opponents throat. Then he pushed the boy over the soil, mudding the white shirt with a brown tint.

Evan turned red as he struggled to wriggle out his rival's strength, but in vain.

Barty strangled the body further by shoving him into the soil. Then he crept closer, until he had his knees locked around the Rosier boy like a cage. Bounded. Barty sunk down lower still. Their faces strewn with mud approached even closer, only left unmet because Evan had forced himself against the soil. He didn't want to meet Barty's evil eyes.

"We are all monsters, Evan. Some of us play, some kill and others steal", Barty whispered. "I might steal your heart just like the way you played with mine."

James would casually learn "Je te laisserai des mots" without knowing it's meaning just because he found the melody to be brilliant.

But when he actually plays it for Regulus, he(Regulus) is in tears. Regulus couldn't suppress the extreme urge to hold James tightly in his arms and look at him in the eyes so that his eyes could speak the forbidden words.

In the same room, Sirius was sitting beside Remus and Remus too thought that the song was beautiful, even though he didn't understand the lyrics. But Sirius knew the meaning of each word in it. When James looped the words "embrasse-moi quand tu voudras" , he felt a foreign feeling veil his heart. In that moment, he just kept looking at Remus and his scars , knowing completely that he would never last a moment without comprehending them.

When the song ended, both Regulus and Sirius were overwhelmed.

Only Heaven knew what they promised to themselves while looking at the man opposite to them.

...shutting up his inner thoughts about Inej.

Kaz Brekker is bad at

To my dear writers....

Jesper would have loved Kaz Rietveld.