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Post by dolohov on Mar 10, 2010 16:54:36 GMT -5
keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak thereBARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED , CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] tagged for antonin dolohov with 955 words. template by kleptomania ftw?! of caution.[/center] Ruffling her hair, pouting, smiling, winking, every action was calculated. Everything may have looked so easy, but it was easier said than done. Having ten people watch you, correct each movement, analyze and throw constructive criticism at you, was much harder to take than it would seem. Anastasia Rosalie Dolohov had been in the modelling industry for over ten years, and yet, she still found it difficult to give the photographers what they wanted. Some wanted sexy, others wanted innocent, sometimes both. People under estimated her job, thinking she got paid to look pretty, part true, however it was all about calculating angle’s, being given a vision and putting yourself in the picture, literally.
Slipping on her dress over her lingerie, Anastasia grinned at her assistant for the day, “Some day, huh?” An incredibly stressful and unusually long day. These days weren’t common for Ana, she usually got the job finished within an hour or so, depending on what the photographer wanted. The photographer she had been assigned to had been a right pain in the backside, continuously pointing out her flaws, trying to bring her down. Nothing could get Anastasia down, not now. Except…Turning to look at her reflection in the mirror, her hand caressed her cheek gently, afraid of causing anymore damage. Due to the make-up and a temporary spell, the bruise had been covered up for the last few hours, only now was it beginning to reveal itself. “Yes, I’m exhausted. Now I have to go home and look after a three year old,” The younger assistant exclaimed, wiping away the beads of cold sweat that formed on her forehead, “Do you have children?” The assistant continued, curiosity dripping from her voice. Thinking about the question as she allowed the golden loose curls to fall around her face and shoulders, she turned her attention to the other woman, “I wouldn’t call them children. I have a son who’s eighteen, and my youngest is fifteen. They never gave me much bother in their younger years, that was only because I took time off modelling to care for them. When they where old enough, my mother or the nanny used to keep an eye on them when I returned back to work.” Ana informed her with a smile as she grabbed her handbag and both left the changing room.
Leaning against the entrance door to the manor, Anastasia hesitated, debating on whether she should enter the premises or not. What if he was home? If he was, would he be in a bad mood? Would he hit her again? So many questions flooded through her mind as she looked down at the gold key. Chewing on her glossy lower lip, Ana pushed the key through the keyhole and opened the door quietly. She’d rather not bring any attention to herself, the quieter she could be, the less chance of her husband hearing her. Closing the door behind her, she glided towards with kitchen, trying not to let the heel of her shoes come in contact with the lavish wooden floor, avoiding the echo of the heels.
Looking down at the house-elf, Mrs. Antonin Dolohov arched a perfectly shaped brow, “I’d like a strong coffee,” She finally decided before lifting an apple and beginning to eat it. Taking a seat, she watched the house-elf, who over the years had become a fond companion of Ana’s, get on with it’s daily chores. It amazed her how those poor little creatures could work such long hours without a single complaint. Anastasia had freed two of her previous house-elves in the past, earning a long beating from Antonin, but somehow, she believed that a few cuts and bruises, that would fade it time, was nothing compared to the freedom of those poor souls.
Once the cup of coffee was handed to her, a smile formed on her lips and she took a sip, “Perfect, as always.” She complimented the little creature, who seemed to be delighted with the friendly words. How could they possibly be so grateful for something so small, after years of abuse and violence? The thought only made Ana think of her situation. Here she was, married to an abusive man, father to her children and she was still hanging around. Was that the right choice, or should she have left when she could’ve, took her children with her and fled. It was a question that replayed on her mind constantly.
Moving to her feet Anastasia look down at her house-elf, “Let me help,” She insisted, taking the knife off the elf and beginning to chop the vegetables. “Has my husband been home?” Her tone was casual, as if trying to make conversation, but really, she had just been curious to know if Antonin lurked in the manor. “Not that I know of mistress” A sigh of relief left her lips as she continued to chop, wondering if her husband, or any of her family for that matter, would return home.
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Post by ruissexy on Mar 11, 2010 11:48:16 GMT -5
Antonin had been all around the Ministry that day. He was flipping through files, trying to discover the mudbloods and half-bloods that stood upon the wizarding world. He had just broke out of Azkaban and he was feeling utterly tremendous. He owned Greyback's manor and he was living the life. He was finally done with the bloody ministry papers and he was going straight out of the crowded area and back to a more peaceful area. He moved over to one of the fireplaces in the foyer and in the blink of an eye, he stepped inside and muttered the place he had to move on to. The Greyback Manor.
He reached. The place was looking rather dark and dreary. He undid his work tie and hung it among a nearby armrest. He sighed, moving into the dark living room. He glanced around. "ELF!" he roared, grumbling. In a second's time, a tiny little elf appeared at his feet. His dark eyes glanced down at it. "Master calls?" [/i] the elf stuttered with a terrified voice. Dolohov knelt down to the tiny little elf's height. "Oh, yes, he does. Move that fucking ass, if you even have one, and get me a newspaper and some brandy." he smirked. The elf moved back and ran into another room. He stood back up, looking quite superior again. He wondered where that bloody wife of his was. He hated how men looked at her. She was his for merlin's sakes, and his only. He heard a few voices coming from the kitchen. This made a smirk stretch itself across the man's face. Anastasia was here, he thought, proudly. He moved into the kitchen quite swiftly, and closed the door behind him with a small slam. An elf gasped and moved back a little. This made him smirk even more. "Evening dear," his cold voice announced. Marrying this woman was tremendous. She was terribly beautiful and sultry. He moved toward where she sat and stood behind her. His two hands reached down to her shoulders. He began to rub them quite easily. He then leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Miss me?" He kissed her neck. His dark eyes then glared toward the elf and motioned it to leave immediatly. He let go of her shoulders and moved over to a chair in front of her. He sat himself down. The elf he had seen previously came in with a cup of good brandy and a newspaper. He glanced down at the elf, accepting the cup and the Daily Prophet, "I expect you to be quicker next time, elf, understood?" he ordered, quite coldly. It quickly nodded and ran off. He smirked quite darkly and turned to face his wife. "Your looking rather dashing." he complimented on her sexiness. He picked up the newspaper and began to read it. "Had a good day at work?" he emphasized on the last bit with utter disgust. A model? Was this woman serious?[/blockquote] |
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Post by dolohov on Mar 11, 2010 12:39:41 GMT -5
keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak thereBARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] tagged for antonin dolohov with 955 words. template by kleptomania ftw?! of caution.[/center] Looking down at the knife slicing through the vegetables, Anastasia’s mind began to silently analyze everything. It was strange how she had ended up with such a life. Being such an independent and fiery female, no one ever expected Anastasia Channing to fall into such a marriage, such a routine of life. When her father had paired her with Antonin, she was positive her father knew of the mans’ violent ways. Perfect for Ana. Being abused when growing up had made her a stronger person, it had given her the strength and courage to be who she was today. However, never had she expected to fall out of one abusive house, and jump straight into another.
“I’m feeling rather tired…” Anastasia muttered under her breath, causing the hose-elf to scurry over in her direction, “Mistress must rest. We shall finish the supper.” It insisted, attempting to take the knife from Ana’s hands, “No, I’m quite capable. I want to help, it gives me something to do.” The young woman tried to convince the little elf, who still had it’s doubts about leaving his mistress alone. Anastasia was only thankful that she had been able to keep her elves when she had moved homes. From her old manor, which was being refurnished and such, to this wonderful and enchanting place. She had been accommodating this place for so long, and yet it still didn’t feel like home.
Hearing the familiar voice distracted Ana from her chopping, resulting in a small slice on her index finger. Wincing she immediately looked down at the sight of crimson red blood. Instead of doing anything about it, she just stood and watched as the blood quickly trickled onto the counter and down her hand. Feeling the pressure of a pair of hands on her shoulder, Anastasia didn’t flinch. She allowed his lips to come in contact with her neck while his hands gently rubbed her exposed shoulders. “Evening,” Ana managed to speak out clearly, no hint of emotion in her tone. How could she be loving? How could she return his kisses? Not when there was a visible bruise on her left, rosy cheek.
Once he walked away, she sighed, feeling the tension of him being so close to her quickly fade., “I’ll miss you when you’re in hell,” She whispered to herself. Once Antonin left her side, the house-elf returned to her side, “Mistress allow me to help,” It cried out, staring at the blood that covered his mistress’ hand in horror. Bending down, Ana smiled softly, “It is absolutely fine, nothing to worry about. What you can help me with is there is a lot of shopping that needs to be put away, and if you wouldn’t mind helping the other elves I’d be grateful,” She said, ignoring as Antonin as he spoke to the elf, who nodded frantically at her and her husbands’ words. Feeling a pair of eyes on her, Ana turned her attention away from her bloody hand to look up at him, “Thank you,” The blond muttered, and then sighed awkwardly as he brought up her job. Oh how she knew he despised it, one of the reasons why she did it. “Oh it was fine. It was a lingerie shoot, so it didn’t take that long,” She admitted, and then tilted her head slightly, “How was your day?”
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Post by ruissexy on Mar 11, 2010 14:11:37 GMT -5
Lingerie shoot. this made him grow a bit more tense. He gripped the edges of the paper a bit tigher. Mind you, he had not glanced at the front page yet. "I hope you did not have to go nude during this photoshoot, Ana," he shot, coldly, not taking his eyes off the newspaper. How was your day? It was rather boring in his opinion. Looking through papers was certainly not Antonin's thing, but however, his job did earn him lots and lots of galleons. "My day went quite well, actually. New wonders around the Ministry, you know. Lah-dy-dah-dy-dah." he trailed off.
He then glanced at the front page. The front headline made his cold blue eyes grow a bit wide. He gripped the edges a bit tighter this time, gritting his teeth. Greyback, an Order Supporter? he read on. Helena Greyback, a sixth year Hufflepuff, was seen in the Leaky Cauldron having a drink with one of the Order members. Could it be that she's planning on becoming one of them? The Greybacks won't be happy with this one." he growled quite loudly, slamming the paper down on the table. "Where is that girl!?" he roared. "I can't believe we're sharing the same house as her!"
He calmed down when he noticed that none of the children were home. When she did come back home, both of them were going to have a very long talk. His eyes grew a bit calmer. He took a sip of his brandy, but then ended up chugging the whole thing down. He slammed the cup down and glanced at his lovely wife. "Your finger's bleeding a terrible rate, darling," he said. "Let me aid in healing it." he muttered a curse, causing the blood to clot once and for all. He placed his wand back in his pocket, placing his hand on hers. He held her hand and pulled her up within one pull.
He suddenly pulled her against the wall, growing very aroused. He kissed her lips softly. "Oh, how I terribly missed you, dear," he pecked her neck a couple of times, too. He let go. "I'll meet you in our bed chamber." he grinned roguishly, moving out of the kitchen. He then noticed an elf standing near the stairs. "ELF! Do you not have anything better to do? MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!" the elf suddenly sprung from it's spot and tumbled off. He sighed, moving up the staircase. The bloody elves were becoming such a burden. He entered their bed chamber, moving toward their bed. He began to unbutton his shirt. |
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Post by dolohov on Mar 11, 2010 18:00:48 GMT -5
keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak thereBARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] tagged for antonin dolohov with 955 words. template by kleptomania ftw?! of caution.[/center] Anastasia looked at her husband, debating on whether she should answer the question. Was it even a question? Going with her gut instincts, Ana smirked, “There’s a lot of things I have to do when it comes to modelling. If the photographers want nude, I shall give them nude. Coming to think of it, a lot of photographers love nude. One in particular…” Although she feared her husband, almost as much as her father, there was nothing wrong with pushing his buttons every now and then. “Oh, sounds…” Utterly depressing and crap, “interesting.” She trailed off with a grin.
Too engrossed in her own thoughts, Ana was completely oblivious at Antonin’s irritation, that was until he spoke allowed, immediately grabbing her attention. Her grey eyes looked towards the newspaper, the one she had already scanned over in work that day. There was an issue on Helena, possibly betraying her family, not that it mattered to Anastasia, but clearly got to her husband, “I don’t see the reason why you should get worked up about it. You know the prophet, always typing down lies. And even if it was so, let the girl do whatever she wants. She’s not our daughter.” Although Ana adored Helena, treated her as her own, at the end of the day, she wasn’t her daughter and it certainly wasn’t someone she could control.
Arching a brow as Antonin stated the obvious, she kept her eyes on the cut. Like a lot of people, Ana wasn’t keen on blood, it usually made her feel weak. For someone who bled a lot, the sight of the crimson red liquid was not something she enjoyed gazing at. Not protesting, like she had with the elf, Anastasia looked up at her husband as he focused on the wound. Once it was healed, she was on the verge of pushing herself to her feet when her husband’s hand clasped around her own. One moment she was sitting on the chair, the next she was on her feet with one simple pull. Now she felt like a rag doll.
Suddenly, she was pulled against the wall with her husband’s lips placed against hers. Reaching up, she placed a delicate hand on his cheek, assuming it was more of just an affection. Apparently not. Hearing his demand, Ana sighed to herself. Leaning against the wall, she watched Antonin walk away before turning her attention to the elf who had quickly returned to check his mistress. Over the last years, her house-elves had been faithful, every time something had went wrong or Antonin had become too violent, the elves would always be the first to come to her aid. “Everything ok mistress?” He asked curiously, and all Ana could do was nod. “Yes, everything is fine. Could you continue with supper? I wont be long,” Or that was what she hoped.
Shortly after, Anastasia slipped into their bed chambers, her eyes quickly scanning for Antonin. Pushing a loose blond curl behind her ear, Ana found her voice to speak, “Must we do this now. I’m rather busy.” She admitted walking towards their bed and sitting at the edge, her eyes diverted towards the floor, not wanting to see the reaction of Antonin.
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Post by ruissexy on Mar 13, 2010 12:49:49 GMT -5
He heard footsteps coming from the corridor. That must have been his wife. By the moment she stood by the doorway, he had already taken off his shirt. His muscly chest was quite bare now. “Must we do this now. I’m rather busy.” the man raised a brow, but then let out a cold chuckle. "You thought we were having sex tonight? Oh, no, dear. I'm rather tired, you see." he replied. He moved into the bathroom. Why did this woman think he wall about sex? He sighed, ruffling his blonde hair, glancing at himself in the mirror. He was still the young man he used to be, however, he had a few bags underneath his eyes. He would demolish those soon.
He unzipped his pants. He moved out of the bathroom with nothing but his underwear now. He softly smiled at his beautiful wife. He sighed glancing outside the window. Non surprisingly, it was raining outside. He loved this kind of weather. Sunny weather made him feel depressed. He moved over to the record player in the corner of the room. It began to play some depressing waltz. "Please love, take a rest," he motioned towards the bed. "Your looking ever so restless." he turned around. A small smirk stretched across his face. He moved towards the curtains and pulled them close to each other.
He then moved over to the door and closed it. He sighed. "So what's for dinner tonight?" he asked, just like any other average husband would do. He moved toward the bed and sat upon his back, staring a the ceiling, with both his hands on his chest. |
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Post by dolohov on Mar 14, 2010 5:14:47 GMT -5
keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak thereBARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] tagged for antonin dolohov with 955 words. template by kleptomania ftw?! of caution.[/center] Hearing Antonin’s words, a small smile crept upon her lips. Why had she always assumed sex? Because she couldn’t think of another reason to follow her husband down to their bed chambers. But then he gave her a reason. Ana’s eyes lingered on the male as he moved his way towards the bathroom. When he disappeared, she trailed her fingers through her golden curls. So, he was exhausted walking around the Ministry all day? Well taking the time to visit her children and then head to work had made her extremely tired too, she had needed more rest than he did, she was sure of it.
When he re-entered their bedroom, Anastasia eyes immediately where drawn to the fact that he was missing was less bit of clothing than before he entered. The depressing sound of the waltz filled her ears as she moved to her feet, kicking off her heels. They might have looked good on, but they left her feet in bruises. Then while she was at it, she pushed the straps off her shoulders and slipped out of her black dress, revealing her lingerie. Now feeling a lot more comfortable, Anastasia climbed onto the bed beside her husband who lay staring at the ceiling.
As she lay on her side, gazing at Antonin, he made casual conversation, “I’m not sure. The house-elves always make a selection of foods anyway,” Ana said with a small shrug and allowed her eyes to close over, “You know, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about Blaze. He seems pretty unhappy about this whole arranged marriage business. Is it really necessary?” She asked softly, running her fingers over her husbands shoulder.
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Post by ruissexy on Mar 15, 2010 12:03:47 GMT -5
Her words. It just ran through him. She sighed as she caressed his shoulder. This was one of his biggest weakness. When she teased him in such a way, it made him grow so weak and so soft. He glanced at her. "Hon, I can't-" he stopped. Oh bloody hell, the look she was giving him made him grow even more weak. He sighed again. "I-I'll have.. a talk with Lisa's father, then. But, still, my son will not go off marrying someone without my acceptance and the girl must be decent!" he growled, turning away from his wife. "Yet again... I've been thinking of someone. Even though, a few minutes ago, I almost changed my mind. But you know, the Daily Prophets always writing rubbish nowadays... I've been thinking, perhaps, Helena Greyback?" he turned back to her.
He paused for a few minutes, but then got from his place and began to pace around the room. "But of course, It's Blaze's choice. I can't have my son marry one he won't be content with." he ran a finger though his hair. He felt so stressful. He opened their wardrobe and pulled out a pair of pants and a button-up shirt. He slowly started getting dressed. "There's a meeting tonight," he muttered. "At the Ministry." he put on his top hat. "And I'm one of the spokes people." he pulled out a bow from the drawer and fastened it on. "But that's later... let's move onto you dear, is work stressing you a lot these days?" he asked, staring at himself in the mirror. |
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Post by dolohov on Mar 15, 2010 12:38:12 GMT -5
keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak thereBARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] tagged for antonin dolohov with 955 words. template by kleptomania ftw?! of caution.[/center] Anastasia had grown quite aware of her husband’s weakness, having been married for eighteen years, she had learnt something about him. Listening, Ana smiled softly, thankful that he she had this kind of advantage over Antonin. She had been well aware of Blaze’s discomfort with the idea of marrying Lisa. Yes, Ana liked Lisa, but at some sort of degree, she believed her son deserved better. Some like….Helena? Looking at her husband through grey eyes, a small smile came to her lips. Helena Greyback had almost been a second daughter to Ana, the girl was beautiful and brought up well. She was pretty sure Blaze would agree, after all she had caught him occasionally sneaking into the young hufflepuff’s room. “Good choice,” She complimented with a small smile. “Yes I like that. I’m sure Blaze would much rather prefer that.” Ana said, glad that she had managed to get her son out of that mess.
Then Antonin moved from her side, causing Ana to turn her attention back to him. Pushing herself up with her elbows, she arched an eyebrow, “Those are very wise words love, “ Ana considered them herself. Was she content with Antonin? He was the father of her two children, gave her a roof to live under, the majority of the time presented her with many luxuries, and although she didn’t show it that often, she loved her husband as much as one wife could. “Must you go? Can’t someone else stand in for you?” She asked, slightly disappointed, she’d rather not stay at home alone. Lying back down, she rested her hand on her tanned stomach and closed her eyes over, “Work is always stressful. Today the photographer had been quite the asshole. I think he enjoyed purposely picking out my flaws.” She grumbled softly, deciding to be honest with him.
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Post by ruissexy on Mar 16, 2010 11:13:18 GMT -5
He was quite glad his wife was on the same lines as him. Of course it was Blaze's choice. He would certainly have a talk with that boy later on. "Thank you," he replied, when she complemented on his choice of wording. He sighed when she asked him if he must go. "Yes, I must, my dear... but.. really, I am feeling rather tired... and perhaps someone else could take my spot," he began to reconsider. "But no, I'll go." he softly smiled at his wife. He pulled on his button-up, gray coat and sat down on the bed.
He glanced toward his dear Ana. "My dear, if you really don't want me to go, I shan't." he softly smiled, caressing her cheek, and placing a soft kiss upon her lips.
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Post by dolohov on Mar 16, 2010 11:29:24 GMT -5
Looking at the ceiling, Anastasia listened to her husband reconsider it. Then he decided to stick to his word. The guy was like a bloody light switch, he just kept switching his choices. “If you must,” Ana spoke rather dryly, wanting to make her obvious displeasure evident. ‘Work, it’s all about work’ She thought to herself as her fingers tangled with the bed covers. Ana turned her head at he perched himself on the bed. Antonin was an attractive man, with incredibly good taste, so a lot of the time she just spent admiring him.
“Yes, stay.” Anastasia whispered to him before he kissed her softly on the lips. Moving her hand to his bow, she pulled him closer to her, deepening the kiss.
[sorry for the sucky post, it’s rushed >.<]
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