#wain: marlene mckinnon

[rosyreggie]

WE ARE IN NOIRE — CHARACTERS PT III: THE MARAUDETTES

Victoria de Angelis as MARLENE ALEXANDRA MCKINNON, “CREATION”

Sofia Bryant as ANNEMARIE LUCINDA MACDONALD, “PRESERVATION”

Katherine McNamara as LILIAN JOSEPHINE EVANS, “DESTRUCTION”

[remvsjohn]

@redemptioninterlude​ ([ PERSEVERE ] ): 

sender, having received a particularly bad wound, tells receiver they're fine, but ends up collapsing later on. ( marlene ) re: marlene mckinnon

---“i’m fine.” 

he didn’t believe it; he couldn’t. the darkness contrasted so starkly with beams of unforgiving light that he couldn’t even tell what blow came from whom. they didn’t even have a goddamn assignment. light footsteps in drizzle of light rain, just as impossible to dodge as the ambush along what was once a quiet city back street. were they order? death eaters? he couldn’t tell, nor could he assume any fire was friendly, and the anxiety was so high that as they escaped the fray his limbs and blood felt heavy.  c o l d.  dead with the weight if consequence. gravity pulling him to collapse as the adrenaline started to wain. defensive magic came easily to him. much easier than that with intent to harm, murder. he’d heard a faint argument, gruff voices too harsh against such a calm ambience, and then the skirmish erupted. heavens only knew how he even managed to find marlene at all betwixt the violence. perhaps she would scold him for running away, or tease him as a coward. all remus knew was he had no intention of becoming a headline (or an obituary) that evening. 

his arms fell around her frame - so small, so uncharacteristically fragile in that moment - as he apparated them away to his shoddy apartment above a pub that should’ve been closed down decades prior. he couldn’t tell what was mud, soot, or blood, nor to whom any of it belonged.

“alright, let me get you a jumper, it looks like your blouse didn’t take too kindly to-” he had stepped away, busying himself to find anything that might bring her some comfort, awkward in knowing that she’d never visited the shithole in which he currently lived. no knickknacks found home on any shelves, no bit of personality graced the cracked walls. no, everything was ready to go in a moment’s time. there was no time or energy for settling in, and the fruitless labor would’ve only upset him.

but then he heard it. the soft thud against dulled wooden floor. it’s too heavy and yet too light all at once. his stomach turned sour, the color left his face to flee from whatever terror reality was bringing. his pause was only a moment in time, and yet the eternity wearing against his knitted brows begged to differ.

                                       “no no no no no no-” 

marlene had collapsed onto the floor, and remus soon found himself on his knees as well, frantically attempting to assess the damage. had he done this? was this his fault?

                                      “talk to me! have you been splinched? what’s happening?”

his left hand found the softness beneath her jaw, cradling hear ear above his palm, fingers falling amongst strands of her hair. he wanted to meet her gaze - marlene was a siren with words, but her eyes would tell the truth. beautiful, bold, terrifying truth.