Silver Mask. (Tom/Alecto)
Title: Silver Mask.
Rating: G
Word Count: 625
Characters: Amycus Carrow, Alecto Carrow, Tom Marvolo. Others mentioned.
Prompt: 013. Dance
Summary: The Carrows hold their first masquerade ball and Amycus tries to wager on whether someone will show up.
Warnings: Alternative Universe of lumos_founders.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.
Masquerade balls had become one of the most popular social events over the years, perhaps because one could never be entirely certain of who was on the other side of the mask. But as the Carrow siblings prepared for their ball, Amycus was certain of one thing. "I don't know why you're so flustered," he drawled, leaning against the wall as Alecto checked her reflection for what must have been the thirtieth time. "He won't be here."
Alecto glared at her younger brother before reaching for her mask. "You don't know that for sure. He comes to the parties every now and again."
"Care to make a wager on that?"
"No," Alecto snapped. Amycus shrugged in reply as he slipped on his own mask and tapped his head, changing his hair to a much darker black. The doorbell sounded and he gave a mocking bow. "Would you care to receive our first guest or is that honor to be mine?"
"Let the house elf do it."
The room was filled with swirling couples, a dizzying array of colors flashing from the gowns and masks that adorned the faces of every person in attendance. Alecto, who had stationed herself in a corner that overlooked the room, was nursing her third drink of the evening as she tried to identify her guests. She knew most of those who were there, the real trick was figuring out who was who. Amycus did not count since she knew the outfit he was wearing. Nearly as easy to pick out was the tallest woman in the room - Esmeralda Selwynn very rarely could pass unnoticed no matter what color she turned her hair. Strange, however, was the fact that she was not with a man who resembled Rookwood in the slightest, but chatting with a woman in a glittering green and silver mask whom Alecto could not identify.
As she was trying to figure out who her brother was dancing with, Alecto noticed a man approaching her. His appearance was not overly noticeable, simpler black dress robes with a silver mask that only covered the upper half of his face, but the way he walked caused the others to step around him. But it was his eyes that caused Alecto's breath to catch in her throat as he took her hand and bowed over it, lips barely brushing the back. "May I have this dance, my lady?"
Alecto, who had politely or not so politely turned away men the entire night, accepted with a nod, not quite trusting herself to speak. As the man led her to the floor she could not resist hissing at her brother as they passed, "I told you that he would be here." Amycus looked up in surprise at the silver-masked man.
"You made wagers about whether or not I would attend?"
"No... Amycus just doubted that you would come."
"You asked, so I came." The man's eyes glinted red as he smiled down at Alecto. "Every now and again I must play at being a gentleman. The reactions are most amusing."
"Is that why you don't try to act differently?"
"People would recognize me if they just looked at my mask... the eyes, you see."
"You could change the color of those as well."
"I would rather they stayed this way."
"Why?"
"It's a mark, I earned it and I will keep it. No one else has eyes like this."
Alecto was silent for a moment, staring at the eyes that gleamed out at her. "I find them attractive." Immediately she was grateful for the mask that covered her entire face, it kept him from seeing her blush.
He kissed the tip of the nose of her mask before twirling her out. "I know."
Rating: G
Word Count: 625
Characters: Amycus Carrow, Alecto Carrow, Tom Marvolo. Others mentioned.
Prompt: 013. Dance
Summary: The Carrows hold their first masquerade ball and Amycus tries to wager on whether someone will show up.
Warnings: Alternative Universe of lumos_founders.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.
Masquerade balls had become one of the most popular social events over the years, perhaps because one could never be entirely certain of who was on the other side of the mask. But as the Carrow siblings prepared for their ball, Amycus was certain of one thing. "I don't know why you're so flustered," he drawled, leaning against the wall as Alecto checked her reflection for what must have been the thirtieth time. "He won't be here."
Alecto glared at her younger brother before reaching for her mask. "You don't know that for sure. He comes to the parties every now and again."
"Care to make a wager on that?"
"No," Alecto snapped. Amycus shrugged in reply as he slipped on his own mask and tapped his head, changing his hair to a much darker black. The doorbell sounded and he gave a mocking bow. "Would you care to receive our first guest or is that honor to be mine?"
"Let the house elf do it."
The room was filled with swirling couples, a dizzying array of colors flashing from the gowns and masks that adorned the faces of every person in attendance. Alecto, who had stationed herself in a corner that overlooked the room, was nursing her third drink of the evening as she tried to identify her guests. She knew most of those who were there, the real trick was figuring out who was who. Amycus did not count since she knew the outfit he was wearing. Nearly as easy to pick out was the tallest woman in the room - Esmeralda Selwynn very rarely could pass unnoticed no matter what color she turned her hair. Strange, however, was the fact that she was not with a man who resembled Rookwood in the slightest, but chatting with a woman in a glittering green and silver mask whom Alecto could not identify.
As she was trying to figure out who her brother was dancing with, Alecto noticed a man approaching her. His appearance was not overly noticeable, simpler black dress robes with a silver mask that only covered the upper half of his face, but the way he walked caused the others to step around him. But it was his eyes that caused Alecto's breath to catch in her throat as he took her hand and bowed over it, lips barely brushing the back. "May I have this dance, my lady?"
Alecto, who had politely or not so politely turned away men the entire night, accepted with a nod, not quite trusting herself to speak. As the man led her to the floor she could not resist hissing at her brother as they passed, "I told you that he would be here." Amycus looked up in surprise at the silver-masked man.
"You made wagers about whether or not I would attend?"
"No... Amycus just doubted that you would come."
"You asked, so I came." The man's eyes glinted red as he smiled down at Alecto. "Every now and again I must play at being a gentleman. The reactions are most amusing."
"Is that why you don't try to act differently?"
"People would recognize me if they just looked at my mask... the eyes, you see."
"You could change the color of those as well."
"I would rather they stayed this way."
"Why?"
"It's a mark, I earned it and I will keep it. No one else has eyes like this."
Alecto was silent for a moment, staring at the eyes that gleamed out at her. "I find them attractive." Immediately she was grateful for the mask that covered her entire face, it kept him from seeing her blush.
He kissed the tip of the nose of her mask before twirling her out. "I know."