- Messages
- 466
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Formerly BlackOak/Ebony Mix 15" Core of Vampire's Blood and Bloodwood 14" Essence of Acromantula Web
- Age
- 10/1949
It had been a long while since Arnost had come here, to Carrow Hall. A year had not even passed since Thorine's death, and still, Arnost could not deny that he still loved her. He still loved the dead. He was no longer grieving as severely as much as it did before, causing him not to think straight and even caused him to be unable to raise any of his children. He was then like a robot, but at least he was feeling then. Arnost was not even feeling now. Every day was hazy, and his blackened heart was no longer existent. He would never love anyone as much or as fully as he did her. True love knew no bounds, and that was where Arnost thought there existed a flaw in that concept.
There was a bound. Life and death. That fine line kept him separated from her, and Arnost would do anything to snap that line again, just to be with her. However, there was still that problem with staying alive as well. Arnost had grown reckless for the past few months, and almost gotten caught over in Russia where the death toll rose, and the Aurors almost captured him. Arnost escaped, barely. He roamed many countries, before heading home to the Zhefarovich Manor. Sure, he became Duke of his family, able to fulfill any job of the family except Head and Patriarch. Arnost was proud because that helped fix the broken bond of brotherhood between Asparuh and himself. Both were able to have a full conversation without killing one and another.
However, Arnost had spoken to Asparuh in private over how to deal with his personal problem. Asparuh told him this: "Go back and reminisce in the memories you have made. Remember the evil and passion you have made with Thorine Dolohov. Until you face the truth, only then will you be able to move on." That could have been him saying that if he didn't straighten up then he would have to be taken care of but it was still a brotherly bond. That was why Arnost was here today. He wanted to see his daughter Vixen once more, and he wanted to raise her in the fashion Thorine wanted. Ivaylo was being properly cared for by the Zhefarovich family, and it was about time Arnost stepped up to be the true father Vixen deserved.
It was not in Arnost's intentions to take Vixen from Carrow Hall. In fact, he wanted her raised there. Arnost glanced up around him, the Hall, nothing has changed. Arnost stood in the chambers of where Thorine had slept. Black robes fluttered as the tall Death Eater walked, with his eyes down upon the bedsheets. His fingers traced some of the lining, as he walked around the bed and to where Thorine used to rest her head. His hair tied back touched his back as he continued to stare down, moving slowly with the owner of the body. How Arnost missed such times he had. He didn't have as much time as he wanted to have, but it was enough to make him remember.
Arnost had sent out a letter to Nastasia Caliburn for permission to see Vixen. Wherever they were. Arnost didn't hear any sounds in the house, so he assumed they weren't here. Arnost let out a sigh as he turned from the bed. "My love, if you can here me now, I wish I had the strength now to live without you. It seems like torture now, as I learned to love and have it taken away from me," murmured Arnost more or less to himself. Arnost went from the bed chambers, passed down the hall and soon arrived to the living room. There, he waited for his daughter and that relative of Thorine's to come. Arnost kept his cold gaze out the window, the sun slowly setting. If only fate had been kinder to the two of them, and taken Arnost instead of Thorine. Thorine would have had time to find love again, but Arnost would never. He refused as well. If he couldn't have Thorine, he wouldn't have anyone.
There was a bound. Life and death. That fine line kept him separated from her, and Arnost would do anything to snap that line again, just to be with her. However, there was still that problem with staying alive as well. Arnost had grown reckless for the past few months, and almost gotten caught over in Russia where the death toll rose, and the Aurors almost captured him. Arnost escaped, barely. He roamed many countries, before heading home to the Zhefarovich Manor. Sure, he became Duke of his family, able to fulfill any job of the family except Head and Patriarch. Arnost was proud because that helped fix the broken bond of brotherhood between Asparuh and himself. Both were able to have a full conversation without killing one and another.
However, Arnost had spoken to Asparuh in private over how to deal with his personal problem. Asparuh told him this: "Go back and reminisce in the memories you have made. Remember the evil and passion you have made with Thorine Dolohov. Until you face the truth, only then will you be able to move on." That could have been him saying that if he didn't straighten up then he would have to be taken care of but it was still a brotherly bond. That was why Arnost was here today. He wanted to see his daughter Vixen once more, and he wanted to raise her in the fashion Thorine wanted. Ivaylo was being properly cared for by the Zhefarovich family, and it was about time Arnost stepped up to be the true father Vixen deserved.
It was not in Arnost's intentions to take Vixen from Carrow Hall. In fact, he wanted her raised there. Arnost glanced up around him, the Hall, nothing has changed. Arnost stood in the chambers of where Thorine had slept. Black robes fluttered as the tall Death Eater walked, with his eyes down upon the bedsheets. His fingers traced some of the lining, as he walked around the bed and to where Thorine used to rest her head. His hair tied back touched his back as he continued to stare down, moving slowly with the owner of the body. How Arnost missed such times he had. He didn't have as much time as he wanted to have, but it was enough to make him remember.
Arnost had sent out a letter to Nastasia Caliburn for permission to see Vixen. Wherever they were. Arnost didn't hear any sounds in the house, so he assumed they weren't here. Arnost let out a sigh as he turned from the bed. "My love, if you can here me now, I wish I had the strength now to live without you. It seems like torture now, as I learned to love and have it taken away from me," murmured Arnost more or less to himself. Arnost went from the bed chambers, passed down the hall and soon arrived to the living room. There, he waited for his daughter and that relative of Thorine's to come. Arnost kept his cold gaze out the window, the sun slowly setting. If only fate had been kinder to the two of them, and taken Arnost instead of Thorine. Thorine would have had time to find love again, but Arnost would never. He refused as well. If he couldn't have Thorine, he wouldn't have anyone.