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They came to him under the heavy grey clouds. They held him down, they stopped his every escape. The angels of dusk were out to get him, and they'd found their man. He could hardly hear over the thudding of his heart, over so many thudding hearts as adrenaline braced them for the worst. But he...

Richmond did not care for what she said about Azkaban. He laughed, once more, before hissing his reply "I'm sure they will be the most comfortable years of my life." He didn't fear Azkaban. He didn't fear a life spent alone inside the un-breachable walls. He had spent an eternity on his own...

Richmond's mind was partially elsewhere, partially assessing his escape. He had slowly been turning his talon ring around, trying to touch it against the ropes. His only chance was to cut through them silently and quickly enough to avoid detection. Only then could he make a run for it. But his...

Richmond stared up at the woman from his new position on the ground. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, but definitely no more than he could handle. "You're an Auror," he guessed, not knowing what else she was supposed to be, or rather, who she actually was. "You obviously know me," he...

Richmond's lips twitched in delight. Now his victim was fully aware of his presence, now another witch knew of his existence, and would suffer for it. He engulfed the distance between them in a fluid sweep, so close, now, his taloned finger lifting itself and reaching out to stroke and cut at...

[adminapproval=7476152] Bleak darkened clouds hung above the streets of waning light, filtering out the last remnants of the sun in favour of the hurtling gloom they spun upon the world below. In the murky blooms of light, he moved, a faded glint of hope sparking off the leather he donned so...

Richmond was so unsure of what to do, that he instinctively raised a hand, stroking down Barbie's face, his touch was soft and loving. She was looking at him, her eyes burning into his. He felt as though he knew exactly what this was about, exactly what had happened. The less they spoke, the...

Richmond had been out. Many people would have instantly looked revolted that he had been allowed out of the house, but lately, he had calmed down, settling into family life, the idea of a child of his own. He had been to the station to pick up Helene, who had just finished another year at...

Richmond found himself calmed by the fact that it was his, but also a little stirred. Could he cope with being a father again? He'd messed it up pretty good the first time. He glanced at the pregnancy test once more before throwing it into the fireplace, taking out his wand and burning it...

Richmond allowed himself to continue the stare for another few seconds, before he closed his eyes, sighed and shook his head. "You should have told me." He said in that strangely soft voice, watching the floor. "You should have let me know what was going on. And.." He avoided eye-contact...

Richmond did not yell. He simply turned, lowering the test, holding it out to Barbie. He spoke no words, but the expression on his face, was questioning, his eyes were clouded with confusion, bewilderment, dread. He was well and truly lost for words. Nothing came to mind to express what he was...

Richmond helped Barbie shift the remaining boxes, and now, only one remained. It was one of the larger ones, but Richmond didn't mind- it wasn't like he was too weak to lift it, or anything. And, just as his fingers curled around the base, lifting it into his chest, as he walked to the...

Richmond was not feeling particularly observant, that day.. Which was a shame, seeing as the one thing that could blow his mind, had just been slipped behind a box. However visionally unobservant he may have been at that point in time, he heard her insult to him; a highly untrue one, at that...

Barbie was not the only one who was late: Richmond awoke from a strange dream about the pope, and turned in his bed, hoping to get a couple more hours of sleep. Unfortunately, the memory struck his brain- he had planned to help Barbie with moving all her boxes over to his house.. He hadn't...

Richmond renewed his smile. He, at last, had a name to put to the face. It was all the encouragement he needed. "Richmond." He replied in that same, early morning voice. He swiftly got to his feet, taking a couple of steps away from Barbie before he looked back. Had that night meant anything to...

She moved his hand away. Richmond accepted this, sitting back, slightly, on his feet. He watched her as she moved, spoke and suffered. He did nothing to help her, now, nor to hinder her. He simply watched. Her comment made him smile. Not in that same way he had in the darkness, before things had...

The sun began to rise, penetrating the gloom which hung over the alley. The morning light was a green sort of colour, illuminating the cracks and crevices in the paths, silhouetting the man standing not far from a ruffled looking woman whose eyes were sealed shut in sleep. Richmond Vanetta cast...

They both knew where this was inevitably headed, and Richmond was not going to deny it. She refused to tell him her name. Fine, he would not give her his name, either. Of course it was immature, of course he should know better.. But Richmond was allowing himself to be stupid, for the sake of...

In the back of his mind, Richmond could hear just how childish and stupid this conversation was, but he hadn't exactly sought it out. Most conversations that he had, nowadays, were brief and ended in one of two scenarios. However, he could just tell that this one was going to be different. This...

Richmond allowed the insult she fired at him, and he thoroughly enjoyed her offended reaction to his. A cold laugh, emanated from his cruel lips. He had no intention of apologizing. Ever. "What's the matter?" He hissed in a voice that would send a chill down anyone's spine. "Too harsh?" He began...