warning: — mentions of drug use — mentions of death — mentions of idk prob other bad stuff
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' before the blue of night meets the pink of sunrise, there is a transition of lavender. it's a gradient of color that stretches its fade through time, and that gives each moment a unique and exquisite existence. ' — jarod kintz
Dusk painted the sky a handsome blue as Lestari gazed up gently, droplets of rain tapping against her eyelashes. The air flushed her cheeks, a grazing red juxtaposed to the distinct paleness of her lips. She stood alone, under the lamp, eyes now screwed shut, betraying her stoic will to give away nothing.
In Harpocrates' image, she glanced over to the slender figure, as if gathering herself. The streetlight behind him casting an ominous glow, he was the first to move.
"In 4 hours you have spoken to no one." He commented, feeling a relatively warm gust of spring breeze in contrast to the wet conditions just outside the awning. His eyes darted from her cheeks, to her dripping hair, to the clock above his head and to the right.
"Your man, Wattana. He's determined a route home for us." Riddle glanced to the man by his side, Abraxas ever the right hand man.
"If you're done crying, Sinaga, we'd like to inform you the nanny has gone missing, the children have been obliviated, and one of your men are severely injured—," The Malfoy heir rejoiced in watching the girl through his narrowed eyes.
"—Yes, yes. Obliviated? I would've thought you'd have painted the garden in their blood. And, crying? Do you think so lowly of me?" Displayed on her face was only pure loathing, of which the pair weren't sure where to place the blame for.
"The Dark Lord's wish, wiping their memory." Abraxas raised his brow, only encouraging that feeling of her being little, relative to her company.
"Dark Lord," She repeated lowly, with a hint of disdain, "You're awfully familiar with memory spells, aren't you Riddle?"
Tom's stolid countenance didn't waver as he observed her momentarily, opting to take his time giving her the luxury of a response, "I've dipped into a bit of research since Hogwarts, if that's what you mean."
"You know what I mean." Lestari fought the urge to roll her eyes as she joined the pair under the awning, "We're on a time crunch, if the nanny's let loose. Be cautious of anyone we encounter, this is uncharted territory and I cannot promise you protection beyond what I can do with my own hands."
"Your group have taken over the vast majority of Europe and recruiting the Soviet Union didn't tickle your fancy?" Abraxas huffed, digging his red knuckles into his jacket pockets, "Rather lax, isn't it?"
