the dark of our hearts // thad

is mind wandered quite often when it had come to his past. The memories he had with his siblings growing up; and the relationship he had shared with his sisters when defending them against their own- utterly insane- father. Thaddeus would play upon all of that as soon as he had stepped foot into the cottage that had freed him of all that. Once he had come to a complete finish with school, he had quickly moved out of the Lestrange home making an attempt to keep what had been left of his sanity. The abuse, rules- the vindictive behavior from the man he called father- he was bound not to have an ounce of sanity left whatsoever. But, something had changed him slightly. Something that had meant a little more to him than holding up his family name. Rose Weasley. Yes, Rose.

Thaddeus wasn't one for hiding things from his father for fear of loosing everything to that man; but with Rose, now that was different. Deep within the small redheaded Weasley had grown on him- she had made a mark on him that no other woman had and it was mere to impossible with wiping her from his mind. She was beautiful and.... He loved her. But because of his faults and misplacement, Thaddeus had been found in the wrong place at the wrong time. A setup thanks to his very own friend who had refused to see the two together knowing that it was wrong and going against the name. But what was he to do? The woman he had been setup with wouldn't leave; and he did find it quite odd that her timing was on queue.

But, aside from that, Thaddeus had bigger things to worry about right now -- There he sat, his hands folded neatly in his lap as he had found a place to sit in his open family room. His fingers gently stroked the side of the chair as he had read Rose's letter over a couple more times. After not speaking with her for a couple months -if not more- Thaddeus feared what would happen. But why? Why on earth did he have to care so much for someone like her. He was a Lestrange and she... Well, she was a Weasley. Who on earth ever heard of such a thing. - A small knock came at the door sending Thaddeus clear from his chair. The loud noise startled him greatly as he ran his fingers through his dark evenly cut hair. Reaching slowly, he grabbed the knob and opened the door. There next to the morning glory's stood Rose- beautiful as usual. But, he refused to compliment. "Come to gather your belongings?" No. He was more so hoping she would come back tp him. He didn't wish for her to leave- although, he couldn't hold her back.

There she stood before him- the very thing he had risked his life for just to see. And now, he was falling behind once again and loosing what he had cared deeply for. It was an absolute mess with him- in fact, his entire life was at the moment but he couldn't allow for that to get in his way. -- He watched Rose closely as she had entered into his summer home. The same place they had shared a few moments of pure intimacy. "Yes.... Just come right in." His sarcastic tone lingered in the home as he too stepped forth and followed her before closing the door behind them. If he had a choice and a possible way, Thaddeus wouldn't allow her to leave after this. And this part of Thaddeus was strongly unusual; the boy had never cared about anything only himself.

He stood there cautiously watching her. "Yes, of course. And by request, I wish that you would stay longer than only to retrieve your belongings and be on your way." Thad took in a deep breath before continuing over to his liquor stash. His hand grasping firmly around, an already, partially filled glass. Reaching to the other side of the bar, he grabbed a bottle with his free hand filling the glass to the brim. With a steady hand, Thaddeus raised it to his lips and pressed gently as the cool, yet warming, liquid touched his lips. The thoughts of the setup ran through his mind as he brought back that moment he had caught him and another locking lips on a sofa. How she had found him was beyond thought. But the guilt laid heavily even though it shouldn't have. It was a setup.

"You're clothes are there." He pointed to the small oak table near the two. "Rose..." Thaddeus placed his glass down and slowly continued to stand close to her. He wanted so badly to reach out and grab her- to hold her in his arms once more and assure to her that he would stay far from those friends that had stood him up. But, the hard part was getting her to believe that it was all a setup and that he truly didn't push himself on the woman. - Thaddeus had a horrible reputation with women and doing wrong in relationships, but something about the Weasley girl forced him to change even though he hated admitting it. "We must talk... You have to hear me out just this once --and, if you don't wish to believe me then don't. But, I can't loose you." Thaddeus quickly grasped her hand, placing it to his chest- which was a complete first. Any other woman he would have allowed to leave and never come back. But the hold Rose had on his was strong and he couldn't fight it.

Thaddeus gave a slight squeeze to her hand, gritting his teeth. "It was Micah who had set me up, Rose. Why? Because he can't stand to see me with you. But, I won't let you just walk out of here and not listen to me." He took in a deep breath closing his eyes briefly. "I want you to know I never slept with her. I had never allowed myself to go any further than that kiss that she had forcefully laid upon me." His eyes were hard, he wanted her to listen. He wanted her to see that he wasn't lying to her. He had no reason. "Belive me, Rose Weasley."