Fall of the Empires {Jason}

[Fallen Lestrange]

With two little shelves full of books and a desk that always contained paper and pens for her sketches, Fallen knew how to keep herself busy in a rainy afternoon like this one. When she got home, or to this place she now called home, the girl put on her crappies house clothes, a pair of old tights with a thousand holes, and a The Ramones t-shirt.

She was lying on her bed and drawing something, allowing herself to let out a sigh, every now and then.

[Jason Sharpe]

"Its well known tomatoes are fruits." Argued Jase as he climbed the stairs. He'd been bored and he needed something to do so as usual the best person to talk to was youself.

Jason laughed. "I let you out and all you can do to entertain me is try and tell me a tomatoes are a fruit?" He smirked shaking his head. "You my friend need to get out more. Your conversation skills are lacking... badly." He said shaking his head at his other half.

"Well maybe if you let me out more i'd have more things to say. Seriously theres only so many things i can say that you don't already know. Your brain is my brain remember." He retorted jogging up the stairs to catch up with the real Jason.

Jason just shook his head and smiled. "Fine, i'll give you more freedom under on condition." He said stopping to turn around and face Jase. "No sleeping around or flirting, i have a reputation to uphold." He said before climbing the rest of the stairs to the thrid floor. As he reached the end he couldn't help but catch a glance of the girl he'd met in the pub. "So you deiced to stay and help the cause." He smiled leaning up against the door frame.

"Hey sexy." Said Jase from over Jasons shoulder giving her a little wink.

"Right i warned you." Snapped Jason turning to hug Jase who suddenly disappeared in his arms. "Sorry about that, he doesn't get out much." He shrugged.

[Fallen Lestrange]

She heard a noise from the bottom floor, but ignored it, for she was drawing a guy she met in a pub few days ago. Who knows if I'll see him ever again, she thought and sighed again, not letting herself get all dreamy about him. Focus Fall, or you'll loose your head, and when you do, there's no coming back.

As the noise became louder and started turning into voices, her interest grew stronger. She was peeking through her bedroom door but still couldn't see anything. When she was about to say something to the people in front of her door, she saw someone who she wasn't expecting. Hell, he was the last person she would have thought of coming to this house, to her room, and now he was here and he brought his double with him.

"Hey", she started awkwardly, but got interrupted by the 'hug'. "What the...?", she yelled, getting up and taking her brush in her hand and waving to Jason with it, because she mistaken it for her wand.

[Jason Sharpe]

He laughed and made his way forward with his hands up. "Oh don't hurt me with your magical paint brush." He smiled finally close enough to place a hand on hers to lower the brush. "Come on now. We're on the same side theres no need to fight." He said holding his arms open. "I'm unarmed, i was just going to check on the holding cell. It needs my expertise to make sure its strong enough to trap someone." He explained finally taking a glance around her room.

"You like to paint?" He asked moving to her desk to look at her paintings.

[Fallen Lestrange]

At first, she was hesitant to trust him, but then she decided that if he was going to kill her or something, he would have done it by now so she went from defensive mode to regular, awkward mode. "Well you should be frightened by my magical paint brush. I killed bigger guys with just one stroke so...". Now she was smiling too, and even though it was one of her awkward smiles, her body relaxed and her breathing got back to usual.

"It appears that I'm unarmed too." Her wand was nowhere to be seen, she probably threw it somewhere when she got up before. With a little trick that her Lord taught her, it flew to her hands neatly and she tucked it in behind her ear. "That's better."

"What are you doing her...", she was trying to ask him when he went to look at her paintings. She ran for it, getting as many as she could and taking them into her hands, hiding them from him and hitting him on the ribs in the process. "That's personal!", she yelled and murmured an apology.

[Jason Sharpe]

He shook his head with a smile. "Fear is a weakness that can't be allowed to interrupt what i want." He said. "Besides, wood? You'd have to catch me first and i could have you surrounded in a heart beat." He said giving her a little wink, not many people knew about his power but those that did often found advantages to it.

He shook her his. "Tut tut, you should never be unarmed. Someone might just catch you off guard." He turned to look at her right after getting a glance of the last painting before she pulled it away. "You really shouldn't leave them around if you don't want people to look at them." He said shaking his head, everything he had was locked away. He hated people knowing too much about him so he never let anyone close enough to figure it out.

"I told you, im checking out the attic to make sure its strong enough." He said dropping onto the end of her bed so he could sit down.

[Fallen Lestrange]

"Fear is overrated, yes, but it's good to feel a little dose of it, every now and then", she told him, smiling. "Our wands are made of wood too, and you don't consider them useless, don't you? What do you mean surrounded?" It didn't take her long to put two and two together. "So that's your power. It is awesome."

Her eyes became starry as she said those last words, impressed. "Aren't you unarmed too? Besides, I'm in the Death Eaters Manor, a place so well hidden that not even the minister himself with all his little minions could find it, and in my own room, so why should I be armed. I wasn't expecting anyone." When her eyes fell on her miserable muggle clothes, she tried to cover herself with her sketches.

"Like I said, I'm in my room and I wasn't expecting no one here", she now yelled, before controlling herself. "I'm sorry, I lost my temper..."

Fallen saw his eyes when they fell on his portrait and felt like she was about to blush.

[Jason Sharpe]

He shook his head. "Fear is a tool better used against people. Fear for yourself is not something you should wish for, by doing so you are only wishing for weakness. We all know where weakness ends." He said, the dark lord was one of the main people to use fear against people and he hated fear just as he hated weakness. He shook his head. "My wand isn't made of wood." He said making his ring sparkle with the live of his power.

He smiled as it fell into place. "I'd say. It definitely has its advantages." He agreed before shaking his head. "Im never unarmed." He smirked opening his jacket to show the neatly hidden knives and daggers. "I'm covered in weapons. This..." He said pulling out a muggle paperclip. "... is my favourite. People never expect to die that way."

"You should know nothing in this house will ever be private."

[Fallen Lestrange]

"If you say so", she said, admitting he won the dispute. "Like I said, fear is overrated." Fallen was one of the people on whom the Dark Lord used fear on, and she knew very well what was Jason talking about. Her eyes widened as she realized that he used his ring instead of a wooden wand. "That is just magical." Stars were again in her eyes, impressed, inspired she was. "Maybe I should do that to my paint brush. Or even better, maybe I should try to draw with my wand. That way I wont have to change anything!" It was easy for her to get distracted and move from one theme to another, getting all caught up in everything, with passion and stars in her eyes, because she was that kind of emotional person.

"Many advantages", she responded, nodding her head. "Like catching teenage girls off guard in their tights and in their bedrooms." Her tone was sarcastic, smile on her face faded. "Yeah, but it's till cool, even if I feel threatened by it at the moment." As her eyes widened, she left her drawings on her bed and went to check out his collection. "And I thought I'm usually well armed, but you could take me blind folded and missing two legs and a hand!"

"I know that, but you are the first person who entered my room, like ever so...be nice, okay?", she said, her voice becoming softer.

[Jason Sharpe]

He nodded. "Lives too short to live in fear. A life lived in fear isn't a life worth living." He said turning his back to her to look out the window. It was amazing how much of the earth he had traveled in the past few years, all on the Dark Lords orders of course but he saw a lot none the less. He hated being tied to one place for too long but the dark lord needed him on the inside and so he had no choice but to comply.

"My wand snapped in battle." He shrugged. "I specialist turned it into a ring for me. This wand is the only one to work properly for me." He admitted, he didn't know what he'd do if it wasn't for the wizard he stumbled across by accident. "Hey, you can't blame me for looking if you keep your bedroom door open. Any guy would." He smiled running his hand through his hair. "Don't be afraid, im a lover not a fighter." He smirked giving her a little wink. "Well thats not strictly true, but we're on the same side. Thats got to count for something."

"You never know when you're gonna get cornered so you might as well have enough weapons to kill hundreds." He said closing his jacket again, he really didn't like people touching his weapons. "I am nice, you haven't seen me get nasty." He said giving her a wink.

[Fallen Lestrange]

She nodded too. "True. But I also think that in some life risking situation, the smart thing to do is leave. Not to cowardly run away, just leave. And I think fear helps you decide when to go." The guy, Jason, was now looking out her small window, with a weird look on his face. It was like he got lost there somewhere, for a moment or so.

"Well, I don't think you can call it a wand now that it is a ring. A wand is supposed to be...well, a wand and a ring is no wand, if you get what I mean.", she said, smiling awkwardly. "Not any guy. Most of you would consider the option that a male lives in here, because what normal girl would choose a girl right under the cellar but you did not, right?" and then added, "You're a lover? Yes, you do look like one, you look like a player to me."

"I had my brush, so you couldn't call me unarmed, no, not really", she said. "And I have this." The girl took something from her hair, something sharp and poisonous. "My wand. I remembered that I put it there when my hair was interfering with my drawings. So do you like your portrait, lover boy? I'm sure that I would love your nastiness. Bad boys are kind of my other weakness."

[Jason Sharpe]

"I never run, not even to save myself. If i lose the fight then life is no longer worth living." He said shoving his hands into his jacket pocket. "If you live for the fight, theres nothing else left to stick around for if you lose. At least you die fighting... like a warrior."

"Do you lose your right to be called a human if in animagus form?" He asked looking down at his ring. "This ring is my wand in a different form. It always has been and always will." He said thinking back to the day it snapped, a part of him felt like it died at the thought of never being able to use his wand again. No other wand ever worked as well as this one.

"Not any guy no. Most guys don't use their senses." He said looking around the room. "This clearly isn't a guys room and i sensed that." He said tapping the side of his head. "A player? Bit harsh considering you know nothing about me."

"Oh very scary." He smirked a brush wasn't exactly the most scary of objects but then again neither was a paperclip but a paperclip could instantly kill someone if thrown properly. He raised an eyebrow and looked over at the paintings. "I've never been the subject of someones drawings before." He smirked. "I must have made quite an impression on you."

"Being good is sooo overrated and incredibly dull."

[Fallen Lestrange]

"I can't tell if you are incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. I'll go with brave because it's sexier." she told him and gave him a wink. "Live for the fight? Yes, it keeps me alive, but I would wish to stick around for some more, at least to go on with the fight. But I hope that when I die, I would die like a warrior. Still, I don't know why are we talking about this at all, we're both young and it's not our time to die yet."

"Oh, aren't you wise? You have a point there, I never thought of that like this. Probably because I never heard of a case like that. I am interested in hearing more about it someday."

She frowned as she realized how cocky he was. "Guys like flower wallpaper and rose sent candles in their rooms, just so you know. My room could totally be a guys room as well!"

"I saw your playerness in your eyes. Is that even a word? I don't think so, but it is in your eyes!"

The girl was obviously feeling very awkward about his presence or it was her natural weirdness that made her tell things like that. "I dreamed about you. Don't know if you impressed me that much, but I tend to have these strange dreams..."

"I know. It's so much funner being bad. You know what they say. Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go wherever they like, and it's the same with bad boys."

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