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veni. vidi. vici.
all the gods are dead, except the god of war.
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evan rosier || seventeen
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i was born for glory. i was born for war.
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slytherin || beater || 7th year
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i am the aristos achaion of the new world.
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"Didn’t you hear me?" Evan asked, his voice suddenly not sounding as tired as before; the hope that was suddenly blooming in him was weird and dangerous, he knew, yet couldn’t swallow it. "I don’t run from anything." He would now either go down with his and enjoy the ride as long as it lasted, or would wait for her to drag herself away. He saw and felt how tired she was and knew that the chances of her leaving now were thin, as thin as his were of giving up. "So, if you go now, then go, but I," there he stepped one step forward. "Will stay right here, and I will not go." The very faintest thing of a smile was playing at his lips, even though his expression was still rather hollow. This was dangerous now, because she could now either stay as well, or hate him for tempting her this way and offering this.
Watching him like this – confused, tired, exhausted – made her feel uneasy. To see him like this seemed to be a constant reminder that she care about him, so much that her stomach hurt at the sight of him. “I don’t know.” She said helplessly. “I just want my life back. I don’t want to think about not wanting you even though I do, I don’t want to think about you hurting Mary, I just..” Her voice trailed and she pushed her lips together, losing all words. “Then run, run and don’t look back because I can no longer go on like this.” Her voice felt weak, just like her arms and legs and a part of her just wanted to collapse on the floor. She couldn’t stand this, the endless confrontations that were supposed to put an end to whatever this was, but only seemed to make everything worse. She was tired, tired of fighting with herself, with feeling angry, powerless.
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This wasn’t just hard, this was unbearable. The situation made him sick, he wanted to scream and yell and destroy or just die, silently and quickly, everything to let it end. Everything to make it stop. “Then what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say? I’m too tired to lie, this is wearing me out and I’m just fed up. I’m so fucking fed up. If I could make it stop I would put the whole fucking universe between you and me! As much as I want to be close to you I just want to run, and I don’t fucking run from anything! But this is not just a fight, no black and white, this is a goddamn million shades of grey and I’m so goddamn tired,” Evan eventually said, his voice had risen in between but eventually died down again. His formerly square shoulders were slumped and the dark circles under his eyes were prominent. That he was tired wasn’t just in reference to his emotional state, but his body was exhausted as well. On the brink of burning out, tired and stretched to it’s limit.
This was not something Dorcas had expected. She had expected him to be angry, nonchalant maybe, but not hurt. In silence, she looked how he moved backwards, how he spoke, seeming sincere. And she knew he wasn’t lying and she knew that she had been when she said she regretted everything. She didn’t, but telling him that would do no good, right? Especially not now. It would be better to just leave it like this, to let it go and give in to what she was supposed to feel, unlike what she really felt. And she pushed herself to say something sassy, to smash his heart in pieces for real, she couldn’t bring herself to do it, because she did still care for him — deep down. So she bit her lip, and looked at him, the fire having left her eyes, which were now tired and sad. “Don’t say that - please don’t.” She mumbled softly. “Don’t make this worse, just please don’t. I can’t listen to this, Evan, I can’t do this anymore.”
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"I wish you didn’t say that," the boy eventually sighed. Truly the boy, that he actually was. Or at least had been supposed to be if his life had been normal. Because fact was, Evan was a 17 year old boy only, that had gotten blood on his hands and was thrown from so much larger than life conditions, that he had accustomed to, into these for everybody else so normal things like a crush and the first heartbreak, and it threw him completely off the rail. “I wish you didn’t say that, because even though this is fucked up beyond anything, I don’t regret it. I don’t regret you kissing me to prove me wrong, or that I kissed you back. That we met on the astronomy tower, or that we talked about art and gods.” Suddenly he took a few steps back, the crack in her voice had a tight grip on his heart. “But because you regret it I will leave. I have lived like that fine before and I will live like that again. People like me don’t need love, I suppose.”
She waited a moment before she replied, her tone not completely cold, still having that little break in it. “I regret everything. I regret the good things, the bad things — I regret allowing myself to feel a certain way about you, I regret looking past the rumours, I regret, somehow and very strangely, that I hurt you.” Her voice trailed off and he tried to get herself together, but anger, sadness, confusion and more emotions were streaming her through her, making everything she said feel wrong, but so right too. Tears were silently leaving her eyes and she cursed herself for always crying so easily. “I regret every single thing, Evan. I wish I had never kissed you that one day to prove you wrong, because it fucked my whole life up.”
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Evan listened. He simply listened and let the words sink in, setting his jaw firmly. Suddenly his expression had calmed down significantly and his teeth ground together. "What do you regret the most? What you did to me or what I did to you? Do you regret me ever even touching you, kissing you or that it had an aftermath like that?" Because fact was, he actually didn't regret either. Neither touching her, nor getting so conflicted as painful as it was. It didn't slip his observant mind how close she seemed to be in tears and Evan felt a strange sensation in his chest. A reigning pain he hadn't felt before. Similar to nostalgia but aching worse.
His words made her head spin. All the guilt and disgust she had been feeling because of what she had done with Evan seemed to be awoken, this time bigger than ever before. Her stomach twisted. "Shut up," she almost growled, clenching her teeth together. "Shut up, shut up—shut up!" Her eyes were burning but she couldn't cry, she wouldn't cry, not in front of him. "Don't you think I know? That this is all my fault? I fucked everything up, I know! I was stupid and naive and I don't need you to tell me that it's my fault because I am more than fucking aware! It makes me sick to my stomach that I let you touch me, kiss me and that I did the exact same. It makes my stomach twist and my insides hurt and I hate myself for it so you do not have to remind me. So shut up!" Fighting against tears proved to be hard and there was a crack in her voice as she yelled. She felt her chest tighten at his laughter and his smirk. "Perfect. Fucking perfect."
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Even after Doe's hand long had left his face and the burn was already starting to wear off in his cheek Evan didn't move. He stayed still until she was through with her words. So eventually he turned his head to her, so slowly as though he feared to break his neck if he moved at a normal pace. "If I'm such a monster, why the fuck did you come back for more, huh? You haven't even seen my full potential and you're already scared. Run, little Doe, run before the big bad wolf is getting you and tears you down. Oh, and next time don't fucking lie about being fine with something, you were repulsed by my actions, I told you I killed and you stayed, so this is all your fucking fault! Don't tell me I'm pathetic when you are the one that acted like a child, biting off more than you could swallow." His eyes were hollow as his gaze pierced hers and suddenly a sick smile formed on his lips and a hoarse laughter fell from his mouth. "Fine," he gestured first widely and then shoved his hands in his pockets, "I'll leave you the fuck alone."
Dorcas whirled around and let her hand smack against his cheek loudly. Her cheeks were flushed red, her eyes almost shooting fire as she glared at him in disgust. Shaking her head, she spat at him angrily. “Heartbreak? Don’t fucking lie to yourself, Evan, you are a monster, you lack a heart. Stop acting so goddamn pathetic and just leave me the /fuck/ alone!” At this point she was almost yelling, frustrated because of the whirlwind of feelings rushing through her and the fact that his words not only angered, but also hurt her.
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The boy merely rolled his eyes, knowing that she was of course lying to not give him the satisfaction. With another groan he acknowledged her words and ran a wary hand through his hair. “I told you I was sorry, Doe! But you know what, fuck this. A half blood isn’t worth the— isn’t worth the heartbreak. Should’ve known.” Once Dorcas raised her middle finger though Evan let out a barking laughter. “Oh wow, so creative! Couldn’t you at least punch me and break my nose like McKinnon? The middle finger is a bit weak, don’t you think?”
"I have not been properly fucked since my summer vacation." She snapped back, narrowing her eyes. Her lips were thin and Dorcas had to suppress the urge to slap him for that comment, anger heating up her entire body when at the same time it felt like ice cold water streamed through her veins. "Killing a cousin, torturing a close friend – it’s all very similar, you dick. But I don’t expect you to know that, seeing you miss a brain that works properly." She huffed and turned around to walk away, raising a middle finger.
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Pretty pissed now Evan rolled his eyes at her and grit his teeth. "Looks like someone hasn't been properly fucked in a while, oh wait, that's actually true, seeing as it has been ages since I shook up your little half virgin hips," the Slytherin spat, knowing that hostility would be his downfall, but acting as usual on impulse. Act first, think later, was his thing. "For fuck's sake, Meadowes, you're acting, as if I killed a cousin of yours or something." Once more it showed how completely out of the realm and unreal the proportions of the male were, where had he been supposed to learn normality anyway?
"If I would accept your offer, I would probably use your alcohol to drink myself to sleep. Or death, which is at least better than the other things you’re talking about. Piss off, Rosier."
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"Your disadvantage that you're not talking to me, seeing as I could provide you both. And more."
"I am in desperate need of a sugar quill. And firewhiskey. Or just both, mixed together."
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"Why, are you so eager to get your sorry ass beaten up by me, Cresswell?"
"I can’t wait till a Quidditch game comes."
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I just want to be better than your
Your head's only medicine
I just want to be better than your
Your head's only medicine
A downward spiral just a pirouette
Getting worse 'til there's nothing left
What good comes of something
When I'm just the ghost of nothing, nothing?
And I'm just the man on the balcony
Singing nobody will ever remember me
Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees
Lunatic of a God or a God of a lunatic
Oh, their faces are dancing
They're dancing 'til, 'til they can't stand it
A composer but never composed
Singing the symphonies of the overdosed
A composer but never composed
Singing I only want what I can't have
I only want what I can't have
Heralded as a king before I had a birthday
With double digits
Fit the crown to my head but I was only a kid
Yeah, I was only a kid
#help me i hurt so badly rn#sO BADLY#EVAN AT ITS FINEST#i wanted to bold things that are especially him#but i ended up bolding the whole text#cries#music
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"SUCCESS is for the BRAVE! TRIUMPH awaits to those, that are brave enough to undergo through the trials and tribulations!" - Philip T. M.
(via the-random-quotes)
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Drabble || McRosier Death
Parings: McRosier, mentions of past McMalfoy and Doevan.
Warnings: Substance (alcohol&drugs) abuse, character death/sort of suicide.
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moodboard -- evan rosier
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Willa Holland for Genlux Magazine (Spring/Summer 2014)
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"Jesus, Evan, put a shirt on."
"Why would I do that when I can stand here and make you both jealous and uncomfortable at the same time, mate?"
Taken by Lucius Malfoy with a roll of his eyes. - Summer 1975.
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