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Feb 16, 2022 12:06:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2022 12:06:27 GMT -7
Tove was bored to tears. She had just finished up her time in Romania and was in between for assignments, which meant being holed up in London for a few weeks while the Ministry finalized her next location. She didn't particularly care for cities, preferring the more quiant and quiet with the dragons. Sure, she would apparate to pubs when the dragons were all settled for the evening, she couldn't exactly forego the sense of secrecy in that aspect. Pacing the temporary living quarters, a small hiss sounded from the bed. Tove smiled softly, sitting beside the dragon chick. It would be paired the next assignment with a clutch that was recently discovered in the Norwegian countryside. It would be her task to take care of them and have them breed when the time was right in a few years. This was the start of the curating that she and the Ministry had been planning for the last year or so. She knew that it would be brief, but the familiarity of Norway would be a homecoming. She stroked the young dragon underneath her chin, causing her to purr. She had the classic trademarks of a Romanian Longhorn, the dark green onyx looking scales, and the small nubs where the horns would form were a glittering gold. "I'm going to leave for a few hours, but I promise I'll be back soon." The dragon hissed in protest, but Tove scooped her up and carried her to the small nest she had made in the expansive closet. Tucking her in, and with a flick of her wand the covers warmed, and the dragon nestled further. Tove closed the door, and flicked her wand again for a locking enchantment. She glanced at herself in the mirror, tucking a stray curl of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. She was wearing a pair of black tight fitted pants, and a emerald green corset. It hugged her curves in all the right places, and the sleeves and down the sides were emboddied in golden twine in vine like decoration. Her sleeves were slightly puffy and long, but off the shoulder. She wore a pair of gold stilletos, a long gold necklace with an emerald adorned at the end peeked right before her corset, and her ears adorned several pairs of golden earrings. Satisfied with how she looked she took her traveling cloak from the end of the bed, and grabbed the bottle of whiskey from her desk. As she left before apparating she cast an enchantment on her room, making sure no one was able to enter. The heels clicked against the pavement of Knockturn Alley. It was way too late for anyone to be milling about, most were either asleep or at the bar, but she knew a particular someone was likely around. One she hadn't seen in a few months and was due for a visit. She glanced at the closed door to Borgin and Burkes, knowing it was locked, she pulled out her wand and tried a few enchantments, smirking when one finally did the trick. She was going to have to give him a tongue lashing for not locking appropriately...he knew better than that, surely. Unless, he was waiting for someone...someone like her brother and knew he would be by. Shaking the thought she walked in, her heels clicked along as she made her way through the various dark objects toward the back of the shop. A smirk appeared on her red stained lips as she heard someone yelling from the back, a familiar voice at that. Tove sat on the counter, tossing her traveling cloak on the back of the chair beside it, setting the whiskey beside her she examined her perfectly pedicured nails, adorned in gold accents. "Now, is that any way to treat an old friend, dear?" Tove teased, not even glancing up, sensing that he had finally moved toward the counter.
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STUDYING ABROAD
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Feb 18, 2022 7:42:28 GMT -7
Post by Casimir Elias Karkaroff on Feb 18, 2022 7:42:28 GMT -7
March 2024 It was late, the owner of the store had long since left…but Cas was still in the back, carefully taking notes in his ledger as he walked through the tangled mess of their inventory. He did his best work in the evening hours, when there were no eyes to watch his movements for suspicious patterns or observe that he wasn’t strictly acting within the confines of Ministry law. But the winds of change would soon be sweeping through Borgin and Burke’s too, and Cas was determined to be ready. The old man was going to retire soon, and Borgin didn’t have any close relatives that had stayed in the country after the last wizarding war. Cas was due to take over soon, and he had much more than ‘business as usual’ in mind. The luck of the Karkaroffs was changing, but it wasn’t due to chance. No, the new generation had been working diligently for years to repair the damage done by their father and uncle, and to bring the family into a new reality for the wizarding world. Cas had always carefully directed his siblings to where they could do the most given their abilities, and he knew that he had his own place on the chessboard as well. And a Karkaroff taking ownership of Borgin and Burke’s? There was so much potential there. Cas hadn’t waited for the change to become official either. No, he needed to establish his reputation now and his network had already become quite extensive. Old friends from school, trusted colleagues from his time as a cursebreaker…Borgin and Burke’s had become much more than a simple pawn shop. But that came with its own risks. “Your shipment is already two weeks late,” Cas observed, his temper simmering under the surface as he stared hard at one of his contacts. The man opened his mouth, but Cas was quicker. “No. No more excuses. If these pieces aren’t everything you’ve promised, I’ll ensure you never find another fence who’ll take them.” His voice rose in pitch as he went on, his eyes hard and tone cold as he felt his frustration grow. Empty words meant nothing to Cas, and broken promises were a dangerous game in the black market. He had ambitions, a fierce desire for influence and power that could give him the freedom he’d never had before. A pureblood’s life was limited unless they could do something with it, and Cas was not going to waste his shot because he trusted the wrong person. “One more week,” he growled, and he watched carefully as the man exited hastily by the back entrance and left Cas standing in the dimly lit room in the back of his shop, breathing heavily and fighting to get his temper back under control. The sound of the door opening forced Cas to center himself again. The store operated with unusual hours, made even more so by Cas’s frequent guests in his… informal business. Smuggling was, after all, best done in the late hours of the night when all the decent folks had gone home and were in bed. Cas ran a hand through his hair then began to walk languidly towards the front of the shop. He raised an eyebrow at the careful way Tove had arranged herself on his countertop – but then again, she had always been quite talented at presenting all the best parts of herself. It was maybe an unfaithful thought to have about his longtime friend’s sister, but then Cas had always done things a different way than most. “How should I treat my old friends?” he asked instead, sidestepping her question with one of his own and leaning against a section of his countertop. He didn’t glance over at her immediately, instead idly running his fingers over a pocket watch he’d left lying on the counter, flipping it open and closed distractedly. @tove
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Feb 18, 2022 9:03:44 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2022 9:03:44 GMT -7
Tove smirked at the sight of Casimir as he made his way toward the counter. Yet, he stopped short, it was almost enough to make her laugh. So, they were playing that kind of game tonight. She certainly enjoyed her time with Casimir because of it, he made things interesting, which was why when she had the desire to be...particularly naughty...she always tended to seek him out. The fact that he was good friends with Bjorn never phased her. It wasn't like this was the first time she slept around with those that were close to him. It certainly wouldn't be her last, either. Besides, what her brother didn't know wouldn't kill him. Although, that would be a fight she would love to see. There was a devilish streak inside of her, one that was deep rooted as a Krok, and even though she decided to stay out of the family business, that didn't mean she didn't enjoy to let that devil out and play. Tove wondered who he was yelling at in the back when she came in. There was something about him being angry that stirred something in her. Almost like a challenge. Most would run away from it, but it was like a moth being drawn to the flame with her. All she could picture was what that anger would be like in the bedroom. Merlin scold her, she was getting ahead of herself. They were just starting the game, she had to patient. After all, neither one of them liked it to be easy. Uncorking the bottle of whiskey, Tove tossed it at him, not bothering to see if it hit him or if he caught it. She crossed her legs, the left over the right, before tipping the bottle back with a long drink. There was something about whiskey that just had her. Again, likely a pirate thing...although, there's was more rum, than whiskey. Regardless, she loved the feeling of it as it swept across her body. Setting the open container beside her, she raised a brow at Casimir, a gesture that meant if he wanted to play she certainly was open to it. "I suppose it depends on who this friend is." Tove stated in response. She knew that Casimir had others that frequented his bed, she wasn't born yesterday. He had to know that she also had others that frequented hers. She was wild, untamed, and she liked keeping it that way.
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STUDYING ABROAD
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Feb 18, 2022 13:47:01 GMT -7
Post by Casimir Elias Karkaroff on Feb 18, 2022 13:47:01 GMT -7
Cas kept his gaze firmly fixed on the pocket watch. It was a cheap-looking thing, with a faded design and scratches on its hinges that showed how frequently it had been used over the course of years. Still, he’d learned throughout his career not to be deceived by appearances, and that the true value of the watch would stay hidden until you begun to wind it. Artifacts, and people, could be tricky like that -- it took some digging to find the treasure. Tove was the same way, a fact Cas knew both from personal experience and as a general rule. For those that had grown up in their kind of world, weighed down by expectation and tradition, they’d learned to always use a mask. No one was genuine, really, because they all had too much to lose to risk exposing themselves to anyone that might cross them later. While some masks looked nicer than others, they were all used to hide the true nature of their owners.
And, as he snuck a glance sideways, Tove’s was certainly quite lovely. Quick to smile, mischievous eyes, and never a word out of place as she teased out the answer she wanted from an unsuspecting target. But she was still a Krok, and had no doubt learned a trick or two from her older brother on how to play the game and get what she wanted. Cas and Bjorn had known each other since the very beginning at Durmstrang, and he even remembered the skinny 11-year-old girl who had looked like a breeze might blow her away as she demanded the attention of her brother and his gang of friends. Cas hadn’t been too involved then, just like he’d kept his distance from his own younger siblings as they started at Durmstrang. It was the only way to teach them to stand on their own, after all, and learn how to be an asset to the family. Yes, Tove had always presented a beautiful mask to the rest of the world, but it was still just that. Surface-level, showing off what she thought they needed to see. And Cas wasn’t so easily fooled.
He didn’t miss a beat as she tossed him the bottle of whiskey. Cas had had much worse thrown at him in his years as a cursebreaker, and after he’d missed that pesky little curse in Rio – well, he’d learned his lesson after that. His eyes lingered on the magnetic motion of her legs as she languidly crossed them and leaned back on the counter before letting his gaze slide up. After a moment’s hesitation, a moment to calculate what it might cost him to play this game, Cas brought the bottle up and took a long drink. He’d left his exciting life behind for the most part when he’d chosen to retire as a cursebreaker and take up a position in London. It was what the family had needed from him, a proper head to take care of business, and he’d been looking for that same thrill of excitement ever since. Sometimes he found gleams of it in the Order, sometimes from his side business with Bjorn and Leo and all the rest.
But there was something inexpressibly different about Tove and the forbidden flavor of her visits. Something that kept him playing the game when his interest should have burned out a long time ago. He’d never committed to anything in his life besides his family, and she knew well enough that his policy wouldn’t change for her. But this unspoken arrangement between them worked, and it kept his life colorful in the middle of Knockturn Alley’s endless gray. Cas gave a dry laugh under his breath at her evasive comment and set the bottle on the counter between them. “I might start by pointing out that she’s sitting on the merchandise,” he replied, tapping his fingers on one of the display cases as he leaned casually on the counter besides her. He raised his gaze to lock eyes with her. “What would my friend suggest I do about that?”
@tove
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Feb 19, 2022 6:54:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2022 6:54:11 GMT -7
Casimir was one of the few that Tove would revisit to sleep with. She often grew bored of the mundane, so she would spice things up as often as possible. Hence, another reason why she enjoyed working with dragons so much. There was never a dull moment, every hour was different than the last, and their firey spirit made it all the better. Hence, why she kept revising Cas...there was always something new, something different than the last time, pure untamed and wild. They played their game, took their time, building on that tension from their last encounter. For as long as Tove can remember Cas had been around. Bjorn and him going off with their group. To which Tove was always inclined to follow, whether they caught her or not was always a toss up. Sometimes she would go by unnoticed, watching them sneak around, doing things they should not. He was one of the few that Bjorn trusted enough to know the family secret. It was hard to see behing that mask that Cas wore himself, often she could see glimpses behind it, but very seldom did it fully come off to show who he really is. Which was fair. She did the same. They knew each other well enough that they didn't need to, but by habit it seemed that it stayed that way. Everything was surface level, nothing very deep...which for when it came to sleeping around with someone with no strings attached was easier for Tove. When they first started this, affair, it was Tove who initiated. She knew that Cas would only see her as Bjorn's little sister, and nothing else. It was by happen stance really. They had both been drinking, Bjorn and Cas were working out business negotiations, and it was Tove's last few days before starting her apprenticeship with the Beast Division in the Ministry. There was certainly an age difference between Cas and her, but that never stopped her before either. She had flirted around with Cas for years, but he never returned it, until that night, when Bjorn decided to take a business call. It could have been a few minutes or it could have lasted hours for all they knew, but they continued the merriment. Then she took the reigns and full blown kissed him, no skirting around the subject. The mere thought of the first time they slept together drove her wild. There was something about the urgency, the thought that they may get caught that drove that night. Something they could never truly replicate again. And, yet, that never stopped Tove from paying Cas a visit either. It was her way of initiating, making the first move, afterall he would never be able to tell Bjorn that it was him who began this affair. Tove watched his eyes travel her, and she did her best to still her quickened heart. Cas was beyond handsome, he could have any woman he wanted, which she knew. He had to know that she did the same. There was never an agreement otherwise. Glancing down at the counter she sat on, she looked at the jewels beneath the case. She knew better than to trust anything in this shop, whether they looked innocent or not. However, she did have a knack for shiny things. "Ah." She drawled out almost in a purr, smirking, watching as he took a drink, meaning he was in fact ready to play this game. Casimir's hand was close enough for her to grab, but instead, she traced her nail along his skin, adding, not averting her eyes from his, "I would say that is very inconsiderate of your friend. In fact, I would wager that this friend may need some sort of reprimand for such...bad behavior." Removing her hand, she grabbed the bottle by the neck, unlocking her eyes from his, and took another drink. She sat it back down between them, glancing at his lips for a brief moment, knowing full well what they were capable of, before looking at his eyes once more, almost as if to say, Your move.
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