Kindred Spirit || Rodolphus & Alecto

Lately everything around him was a swarm of misjudgments. Italy had been eye opening for him. While he still had the watchful gaze of his peers and, unfortunately, his betrothed, Rodolphus was able to take time out of the vacation to be who ever he wanted. There was no bothering over wooing women, half the country did that for him. This was Sicily! What ripened teenage virgin didn't want to go away on a romantic vacation to Italy and be wooed by some gorgeously tan Sicilian? Save for the virgin bit, even Rod had fallen victim to this intoxicating whirlwind of passion. Joram had been more than in his element over the winter break and it had definitely put a smile on his face. But what was more, the Mortelles had opened their home to so many people. People which happened to include his brother and his girlfriend. At some point Rodolphus had found himself looking in at them from afar. As they lounged in the library, her head rested in his lap, each with a book in hand, Rod noticed something he'd seen very rarely in all the years he'd known Rabastan and Integra. They were smiling. Genuine, happy smiles were cracked across their typically stony features. The site alone made even Rod grin a little. The two of them were at the top of his most important people list and it made his heart melt a little seeing them so content and safe. 

But Italy also gave him plenty of time to escape with the youngest Mortelle. Joram. While Rod still wanted to keep what relationship they did have private, he'd been unafraid to fully express just how much the boy meant to him while they were away. It was romantic and perfect, and Rod felt that the bond the pair had was far beyond friendship and casual sexual encounters. It became clear that Rod wanted nothing to do with other people. Girls, or boys. And that he very much did not want Joram to go chasing after anyone else. Joram Mortelle was his. Even if he couldn't shout that from the roof tops, he no longer felt he needed to. And that was a breath of fresh air for him.

Once they were back in school though, everything was different. Rod felt as though everyone expected him to be the same old man whoring Rodolphus that everyone loved or loved to hate. In so, a mask was put up the second the got back to grounds. No one would ever have to know the real Rod. And in turn, the real Rod wouldn't ever get hurt. So when he was found on this night, sauntering down the hall with a roll in one hand and meat and cheese in the other as he was cramming the items together, no one batted a single eyelash at him. When he flopped down onto the sofa in front of the fireplace, and propped his booted feet up on the table, no one even took notice. There weren't many people there anyhow and honestly, that didn't bother him. It meant he didn't have to try so hard.

Strangely enough, even when the female Carrow came in and flopped beside him, Rod still didn't feel as though he needed to be someone he wasn't. He'd always like Alecto. She was feisty and he appreciated that. Of course there was a messy business about her marrying his brother and that would hurt his dear friend Integra, but Alecto was smart, they'd all find a way to weasel out of it. So instead of scoffing at her like he would almost anyone else, Rodolphus gave her a joking little half smile and raised his fingers toward her head. "Bang. You're dead." A laugh slipped out next as he leaned back into the plush cushions. "Why? What was so terrible about today?"

Rodolphus nodded lightly at her little rant. It was amusing the way she spoke so candidly, yet so shrouded, about the impending future of their lives. He even gave a bit of a chuckle to the remark. Of course he turned his head to look at her and had a quippy remark just waiting to be placed. "Yeah... Don't suppose you need good marks to be a house wife like you and I." This was in no way a jab at either of them and was a pure innocent joke. Rod knew very well what her position was. He did really like the girl. But certainly not for his brother. While Rabastan was hardly a push over any more, Rod just didn't think he needed someone who had the intention of calling the shots and running the show. Rabastan would be best suited with someone who wanted to work along side him. Team up with him. Integra had proven herself when Rabastan had nearly died last November. Rod couldn't recall a day the pair had been apart.

Alecto could never, and would never care for Rabastan in the strangely nurturing way Integra did. But that was alright by Rod. Alecto was who she was, and Rodolphus would forever admire that about her. It wasn't something he was consciously able to do at all times. Her unabashed display of self confidence actually made him jealous. That would never been shown on the surface though. Even now he took a deep breath and laced his fingers behind his head with a smug grin on his lips. His eyes were dazed and pleasantly occupied with his amusement within her. "The classes can't all be that bad...There's always...No...That class is a bore. What about...No, the professor smells weird..." Shrugging his shoulders he looked back at her with a half smile. "I give up. You're right, they all suck."

Rodolphus gave her his signature chuckle and turned to look back at the ceiling. She'd got him thinking though. Surely he'd be expected, not by only his family but Bellatrix and her family as well, to join the ranks to the Death Eaters. And it wasn't that he didn't want to or have any intention of it, just that he wasn't sure he'd live up to their standards. What if he wasn't cut out for this business? Sure he had the attitude and the motivation, it was the talent he wasn't sure he had enough of. "I suppose we'll need to be handy somehow though, huh?" There was another light chuckle before he sat up stretching and yanked open a drawer on the table before them with a smile. Boy did he love Joram. In the bottom of the drawer was a bottle of rum with a note reading "I thought you'd look here. xoxo Joram." He pocketed the note trying to hide it from her and then leaned back with the bottle offering it to her first in a gentlemanly fashion.

With a very sly grin, Rod leaned into her ear and whispered. "Sucked him, fucked him, and turned him upside down....But it wasn't a house elf." The same grin held solid on his face when he pulled away holding a finger to his lips. His coy little habit of keeping Joram a secret was only so that the only person on this entire planet that made him feel what so many senseless girls claimed was "Love", didn't get hurt. If one breath of a harmful word hit the air around Joram, Rod was prepared to rip out their throat and force feed it to them with his bare hands. No doubt Joram's little incident in the Great Hall a few months ago, during which the pair were painfully outed, had reached just about everyone's ears by now.

Still, Rod felt the need to keep that life private from everything else. Unfortunately, being tied down in any sort of relationship, made itself painfully obvious when he was no longer whoring about with every living human on campus. Alecto having been one of those delicious and most desirable conquests. Seeing her now rose a small bubble of yearning in him and his body scooted just a hair closer as he took the bottle. The second the instinctual move was made, Rod wanted to retract it. She was a beautiful lover and the nights he'd flirted mercilessly with her were... admit-ably hazy but never the less he considered them highly enjoyable. The fault here now was his conscience. Previously, Rod though himself to be completely devoid of the mental blocker. But as it was he really did have some sort of moral capacity. And it was now yelling at him to remember Joram. But the move was made and he couldn't take it back now without looking like a total ass whole.

So he stayed put, making a mental note to be more wary of his actions in the near future, lest she get the wrong idea. Taking a swig from the bottle he listened as she prattled on about truth or dare. It was silly and adolescent but he was familiar with the rules. Girls just adored playing this game and when the prospects of bedding them was in the picture, he definitely played along. In this instance however he was playing more out of curiosity of what she might say or do. "Alright, that seems fair enough. Good luck keeping your alcohol down, darling. I drink like a fish." There was that devilish smirk of his again coming out to play across his handsomely chiseled features, accentuating those cold smoldering eyes of his.