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This is Alecto Carrow. I'll get back to you as soon as possible.
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![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) aumuses June: Truth is a terrible weapon...
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Jun. 4th, 2009 @ 11:59 am
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The truth is often a terrible weapon of aggression. It is possible to lie, and even to murder, with the truth. -Alfred Adler
( Cutting for disturbing content. )
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aumuses March: Abstinent
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Mar. 31st, 2009 @ 10:31 pm
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aumuses December: New Year
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Dec. 26th, 2008 @ 02:03 am
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A new year. A new time. One where impurity could be controlled, stemmed out, culled, easily and without reproach. That is what they were working for.
Of course, Alecto didn't often think of it on that level. She had her tasks, and she performed them as required, and as pleasing - to her, and to her Dark Lord. She had her information to collect, her lessons to teach, her instructions to give. And that was something she did not object to, this arrangement. She was doing what she wanted, and what was wanted of her, and what was needed, for the better wizarding world they were building.
But sometimes, she did consider the overall layout of things. When she was given people to teach, but not break and not kill, for example. There were reasons for an assignment such as those. They were tasks that dealt not with the pawns to herd a player in the right position, but with players themselves, and it was an honour. A privilege. A sign that the faithful, those who followed without hesitation were not merely fed scraps - they were rewarded for their service.
As was right. As would settle the new order of things they were going to establish. As soon as those who were inferior were taught their place, and those who were worthy all joined their ranks. All learned their lesson, one way or another.
And this time, this turn over, they would.
New year. New chance. New goals. Make sure that the boy was cut off, destroyed. Bit by bit. All in the time their Lord commanded.
But maybe, just maybe she'd get a chance for a nice little chat with Miss Lovegood. Or possibly her mother. That might have some interesting effects - especially if timed just right.
A new year. A new time.
Surely everybody would see that.
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aumuses September: Not over my dead body.
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Sep. 30th, 2008 @ 08:54 am
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| » aumuses August topics: Where there is love, there is pain.- Spanish Proverb |
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Alecto enjoyed watching couples in the park.
Couples lying to each other. Couples fighting. Couples breaking up.
Sometimes the words were very sloppy. They missed the mark and fell flat to the ground, unheeded, and the people went their separate ways. Those were not that interesting.
She could always tell when there was love, though. Then words, gestures, even looks could cut the other person. Better than knives, sometimes as good as some spells, really. A few times she'd seen the stunned anguished face of somebody seemingly in as much pain as that left by the Cruciatus curse, and those were the times when she'd sit up and commit to memory the situations.
She was stocking up, after all. It was all a lesson. Sometimes, she already knew, the lessons had to be kept physically unharmed, or healably so. And still they needed to be broken.
And she would be able to do it, of course. Because many lives were touched by love, or what they believed to be that. The feeling of dependence on other people.
She'd take that feeling and use it to bend minds. To break wills. To cause pain.
Just as she could see done over and over again, so many times. Roughly, finely, quickly, excruciatingly slow. So many ways to to rub - or stab - the raw, open places left by 'love'. So many chances to observe people hurting.
Just as she wanted.
Aug. 26th, 2008 @ 01:08 am
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| » aumuses July topics: Haunted lyrics |
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I'm lost
And the shadows keep on changing
Alecto Carrow would not have admitted to anyone, even herself, the relief she'd felt when their Dark Lord returned. The exaltation - yes, most definitely. The boldness, yes. But the relief, no.
It was not the relief of fears that he may really have been gone disproved, no. She hadn't had those fears.
It was the relief of having a direction again. Of being called forth to do something that mattered more than the exploits of one person.
She'd been lost. Now that he was back, she had the steady pull of a compass's arrow again. Infallible. Perfect.
And the shadows and lights that kept making things confusing steadied once more. She was his loyal follower. Valued for what she did. Part of the world that they were building.
No, she never would admit relief to anybody at all.
But while the pain of it she could tolerate, she still hadn't liked the disorientation. And yes, she was working hard now to make sure it never came again - and enjoying every step of the way.
Jul. 17th, 2008 @ 03:12 pm
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alecto is in my opinion a rather
alecto is a large species
alecto is a new original design
alecto is said to be a maker of grief
alecto is as powerful as she feels
alecto is near at hand
alecto is a member of the race known as the furies
alecto is rather small for a brown flit
alecto is based entirely on the theory of form following function
alecto is a maker of grief
alecto is the one who weeps on the right; megaera is on the left
alecto is pregnant and that this new life may hold the key to humanity's destiny
alecto is about her hair
alecto is silent
alecto is the fury of sorrows
alecto is my responsibility
alecto is here
alecto is now
alecto is an evil
alecto is most often appeased to avoid pain
Jul. 15th, 2008 @ 06:45 pm
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| » 50drabbles 18: Gloves and 39: Stilleto |
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18: Gloves:
Some think the black leather gloves are elegant; some think she's wearing them to conceal the Dark Mark; or so that she doesn't leave fingerprints, or because blood doesn't show.
They fail to see that the quality leather allows a nice, painful grip - on hair and skin - or that they are often enhanced. Thin blades can be concealed quite successfully, for one thing; both for drawing, should she need it, or at knuckles and elbows, for... surprise moments.
She's not one to hide her affiliation.
And many who saw her without them lived to regret it.
Or didn’t.
( Stiletto )
Jun. 15th, 2008 @ 07:33 pm
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( Cutting for disturbing content. )
Muse: Alecto Carrow
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 373
Jun. 15th, 2008 @ 04:21 am
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| » aumuses: Nothing more exhilarating? |
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There's nothing more exhilarating than pointing out the shortcomings of others, is there? - Clerks
( Oh but there is. )
Alecto Carrow
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Jun. 12th, 2008 @ 04:56 pm
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