Better Dig Two [Goyle]

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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2018 21:09:24 GMT -5

That's the first and the last time I wear white
Put me in the ground
Put me six foot down
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Time was closing on when the school as going to open, and Donna still had a lot that she wanted to do before then. Her husband had died on the twenty sixth of February and she was doing her best to appear like she missed Nick, like a good girl. SHe was trying to act like she was hurting, but it was a lie. Had she loved him, yes. She had loved Nick and for a while it had seemed like happily ever after, but things had soured when he had figured it out, that Kali was her daughter, and she couldn't have that. The position had come as a relief a reason to 'rethink' things. Or make it seem that way.  He secret had to be protected at all costs and she would do what ever it took to ensure that. She had given Kali the green light to do what she wished to the man, and had not really had a chance to check in with her afterwards.

She was shopping, and it was a simple thing. Her mother had begged her to wait, but she had a lot that she had to do, and a little amount of time. She knew that her actual job would start soon. She would have staff meetings, meetings with students, and with not only her bosses, but the possibility of the Minister as well. It didn't weigh on her, because she wouldn't have been given it if people didn't think that she could handle the job. Her long hair was in a half up do that she loved to wear, and she was wearing her favorite emeralds, gifts from her father when she turned a corner, adjusting how she was carrying some of her bags. She stopped to look in a window and then turned to look down the lane out of habit when her heart kicked into high gear. 

Sweet merciful Merlin. It was him, she didn't need to freak out but those butterflies had been battling for a while. Licking her lips she turned as he got closer and stepped in his direction. "Lord Goyle." She nodded her head to the man that she had once been betrothed to, the father of her daughter, and the first man that she ever loved. Her insides trembled and her chest squeezed. Those eyes that sat within Kallisto's face were reflected back to her. "It's been a long time. How are you?" She asked trying to be nonchalant, but it was never her strong suit. The last time that she had seen him, he was telling her that they shouldn't go through with their arranged marriage, that it was better for both of them, and she had been pregnant. She never told him, how could she when it was so obvious that he didn't want her?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2018 17:24:33 GMT -5

BETTER DIG TWO
Most of the people that he knew had left this alley as quickly as they could, after Wentzell had taken power. They had been there because they'd had no other choice. Their homes had been seized, their vaults frozen, and this was the only place that they could even hope to afford. He had been in the same position. His father was a Death Eater, but he had never taken the mark. He probably would have, in all honesty. Once he had graduated Hogwarts, he probably would have been ready to line up to get a mark too. Draco had been them all to it, after all. No one else had gotten to be marked while they were still in school. When they were done, he thought that he would have stood a chance, but that hadn't happened. The war had been over before he had ever even graduated. The lack of a mark hadn't stopped him from getting in trouble, however, but he had gotten off with minor punishment, all things considered. His father hadn't been so lucky, and they had lost their ancestral home.

And so they'd had to come here. It wasn't easy on his parents, his mother specifically was used to the finer things and hadn't taken well to Knockturn Alley. So when Wentzell had taken power, and everything had gone back to the way that it was supposed to be, people were quick to leave this place behind. Not entirely. It was still the best place to go for dark objects, illegal artefacts, and frowned upon potion ingredients in all of the United Kingdom, really. But they were quick to leave their filthy flats behind, and head back to the manors and the estates that they'd been forced to leave. But he didn't mind the place as much as the rest of them did. It was part of the reason why he had bought the Lucky Strike to begin with. There were parts of this area that he liked. Greg had never been like Draco. Even though the Goyles had money, it wasn't on the level of the Malfoys or some of the other families. He didn't feel the need to dress up all the time either. He didn't like to. He was always one to dress more casually as much as he was able to.

That meant that he fit in rather well around these parts. He wasn't walking around in dress clothes. It was unnecessary. It was just simple for him to be at ease here. He didn't have to think too much about what he was doing, and he didn't worry about impressing anyone. Though, he really never worried much about impressing people. Greg got by just fine. He was good with his parlor, and his life. He was never going to be a politician, or anything all that impressive, but honestly, he didn't think many people thought that he was even capable of successfully keeping a shop running, but the parlor was doing just fine. People were always willing to spend money that they didn't have, or now did have, on bets that only had a chance of going their way. It worked out well for him, and he did just fine for himself. It was also a decent place to spend a couple of hours. He didn't mind going to work because mostly he just had to keep everything running smoothly, and usually he got to do a far bit of drinking while he did that. In his opinion, that was just an added benefit.

Of course, he had a decent manager that could be in charge when he wasn't there. That worked out for him, because he didn't honestly want to be there all of the time. But he could admit that he was there… a decent amount. More than his mother probably liked, but she disapproved of most everything that he did. As did his father. After all, he was officially in his late thirties, without a wife or an heir. Greg just didn't think that was the end of the world. How hard would it be to find some pure bint to marry when he felt like settling down? He had walked away from the idea of arranged marriage a long time ago, and he hadn't looked back. Funnily enough, as he headed down the street, that was the woman that caught his eye. Donna. He was meant to marry her nearly two decades ago now. He hadn't--and last he heard, she had married some foreign bloke. He didn't remember his name nor did he care to. "Lady Donna." He said, with a nod. He went with the more casual greeting, as was his nature, but it was also a necessity since he didn't recall her husband's name. "Well enough. How are you? I hear a congratulations is in order?" He paused for a moment, an amused smirk forming on his lips. "My invitation must have gotten lost in the mail."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2018 13:59:24 GMT -5

It had been a very long time since Greg had been around her. Something that she was well aware of. She kept it that way, slipping out back doors or side doors when she could. A few times even using the floo if in a public area. For a while it had been because she had been hurt, and after she had given birth to a daughter it had been because she didn’t trust herself around him. He had always made her weak, it was one reason that they had slept together when they had, one reason that their little affair had begun. Their betrothal had only sweetened the deal for a lovesick Donna Parkinson, but him calling it off, and saying that he couldn’t do it kind of broke her. She had gone there to tell him he was going to be a father, but his words, that face, it all kind of broke her heart.

She had no idea what he had been up to, or he had been doing. That guilt was already bubbling up. He should know, he should know that he has a child. She wanted him to know everything, but this wasn’t what she wanted to do yet, this wasn’t the place or the time. Giving him a small curtsey with a smirk on her face she nodded to him. He offered his congratulations and she smiled for a moment and then held up her hand. ”I am, sadly, a widow now. My husband turned to be quite the liability, both politically and rationally. I am naught but Donna Parkinson, as I ever have been.” Her eyes held that same warmth and fire as they ways did when she was around him.

”As for your lack of Invitation, my late father or my mother was likely to blame.” She said easily giving the excuse. Having him there with Kalli and herself would have made for more trouble than she wanted to deal with, but it seemed that the truth had come out for Nick, and it had cost him his life. Lifting her head she looked up into his blue eyes and gave him that smile. The one that only he had ever gotten, a real smile that came from the heart. ”Didn’t miss too much though. “ She said before laughing. ”Well save for my dress.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2018 15:15:02 GMT -5

The Goyle family was not a part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. He didn’t honestly know why--and he knew that it had probably been a big deal to the Goyles at the time, to have been excluded from such a list. But it didn’t much matter to him. Actually, it had just made it easier for him to walk away from an arranged marriage. He knew that he probably should get married, and make sure that he had an heir or two. But it just wasn’t something that he worried all that much about, and that was why he had walked away from that arranged marriage to begin with. Greg thought that he had been doing Donna a favor, really. He didn’t consider himself to be husband material. He wasn’t all that considerate, and he had to say that he liked being able to spend his nights in the Strike. It had been a smart purchase for him. Not because he made a boat load of money off of it--he made enough, but he enjoyed it more because he got to drink and lounge around while he was technically working. It was the kind of multitasking that he liked.

He didn’t think that was something that he would have gotten to do if he got married. There would be expectations then. There would be things that he was supposed to do. He would have to be a husband, a father, and he wouldn’t get to spend five nights a week at his job drinking whiskey and watching people lose all of their money. Greg hadn’t known what he was walking toward, when he walked away from Donna and the arranged marriage that had been set up between them. He hadn’t had the Strike then, hadn’t known that he would buy it. He had just known that he wasn’t husband material and he liked Donna. He thought that she should at least have the chance to find someone that actually wanted to be a husband--someone that knew how to be a halfway decent person. He hadn’t heard much about her, though admittedly he wasn’t one to keep up with gossip over the years. The only recent news that he had heard had been about her marriage, which he had not been invited to. That didn’t bother him. Greg wasn’t sure that he would have gone even if he had been invited.

But it was good that she finally found that person, he supposed. That was why he had walked away from the arranged marriage to begin with. For her to find someone that would be a better husband than he would. So he was surprised when she said that she was widowed, and the surprise showed. “And how did you deal with that liability?” He asked, with raised eyebrows. He wouldn’t be surprised if the death of her husband had come as no surprise to her--whether she did it herself or got someone else to do it for her. Neither would shock him. She had always been one to deal with things her own way. If she had considered her husband to be a problem, he wasn’t at all surprised if she was the one that had him dealt with. “Condolences, by the way. I was sorry to hear about your father.” The words were more genuine than his well wishes toward her marriage had been. If he recalled correctly she had been pretty close to her father so losing him couldn’t have been easy for her. “I guess I’ll just have to use my imagination…” He grinned. He was sure that his imagination wouldn’t quite do it justice, but he could certainly give it a shot.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2018 6:25:39 GMT -5

Her fingers twitched as she stood and looked at him, her bangs hanging gracefully from her left arm, they were grounding her a little and keeping her from doing or saying anything stupid, keeping her from hurting the situation any worse than it already was. She wasn’t all that impressed with what was happening in her head, and in her heart. She had let him go a long time ago, but the tight feeling in her chest was not a welcome one. He didn’t love her, and she was almost certain that he never had. He was of a breed of man that didn’t welcome those feelings and even if he had them he would not embrace them. Not because she was who she was or anything, but because it was a weakness. Her father was like that. He had tried to teach her brothers that very same ideal, but they had not learned it.

She had been all about him, over the moon that her parents had arranged it. He was a handsome man, even if others didn’t see it then, she had. She had seen the fire and the potential to be more. She had seen the ache to be more. She wanted to be there with him and fulfill their dreams, she had wanted to take over the world, one day at a time, and the sex hadn’t been bad either. She had her shop, and word had it he owned one as well. Not that she would go into the better parlor, it wasn’t a place for ladies.

He asked her how she handled the situation and she knew how easy it would be for her to just say ‘your daughter took care of it’. How easily she could just drop that bomb. She wasn’t sure how to even tell him. This wasn’t a cozy up and work into it kind of situation. This wasn’t a earn his trust and make him fall in love with her before telling him. Kallisto was in the market for a husband and Greg was still single. She didn’t want to have to tell their daughter that he was her father Kallisto wanted to marry him. ”The way that the Parkinsons always deal with weakness. Before he knew it, it was done and I was a widow. Kallisto did well.”

’”Thank you.” She said before nodding he head. It was still something she was struggling with, an ache that just wouldn’t go away yet, but she knew it would fade in time. ”We made sure that it was easier at the end for him, so he didn’t hurt too much, thankfully. I am sure that Michael will endeavor to fill Father’s shoes. “ She before tucking hair behind her hair and struggling to push those thoughts and images from her before sighing and blinking away moisture that had sprung there. She was done crying.

”I a sure that you will, Greg. You always did have an active imagination Her voice held warmth and the same invitation that it always had, with a hint of something more, a hint of teasing and inviaton . ”Of course, with all of the work that I put into it, it is rather sad to see it just boxed up. Though if my memory serves, you did once say that the only proper place for any gown, was on the floor.”


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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2018 14:03:20 GMT -5

Coming into Knockturn Alley always meant that there was a chance of running into somebody that he knew. They weren’t all trapped living down here anymore, but it was still the best place to go in England for the more… questionable items--and with the change in power still in their favor, the stock in the shops down here were the best that they had been in years. Greg didn’t pay enough attention to politics to really know if either of their new ministers had gone to the effort of actually making illegal items legal, but he did know that there weren’t raids in Knockturn shops anymore, and that was something. It didn’t affect him or his parlor personally, of course, since he didn’t sell anything, but it definitely made it easier to track down items that were harder to get his hands on during Durant or Shacklebolt’s reigns. He had no complaints on that front.

There were some people that he could come across in the alley that he wouldn’t really want to bother with at all, and others that he didn’t mind seeing. Greg was not much of a people person. Running into acquaintances and having to deal with small talk could be annoying at times, depending on who it was and what he was doing, at least. If he was at the parlor keeping an eye on things, sometimes he was more tolerable of most company because they were spending money in his establishment--and also simply since they provided a nice distraction from any of the actual work he more than likely was avoiding. It worked out well for him. But when he was out and about, he didn’t necessarily want to be stopped just to talk to someone that he more than likely hadn’t missed.

But he didn’t mind running into Donna. Not really. A long time ago, they could have gotten married, but he had done them both a favor and had gotten them out of that. He didn’t want to deal with an arranged marriage--or any marriage. He knew that he wasn’t husband material and he didn’t want to subject Donna to that. She seemed to have done well enough for herself with her choices anyhow. “Kali took care of it?” He asked, finding himself chuckling. That didn’t surprise him, really. He had met the witch on more than a few occasions when she’d come into the parlor and dealing with her sister’s husband seemed well within her capabilities. “Oh, I’m sure he will.” His words a little dry. It wasn’t anything against Michael. He was sure the bloke would do just fine--whatever. Greg just thought all of those expectations given to the heir were laughable. Salazar knew that he didn’t check any of those boxes of what an heir should be.

Of course, the Goyles weren’t Twenty-Eight, so those expectations were a little laxer than they would be otherwise. Still, he knew that he didn’t really do what he was supposed to do. Greg jut found that he didn’t care all that much. “Only when it counts.” Greg answered, with a grin. Just maybe he’d picture what that dress might have looked like, but he thought that wedding dresses were generally over the top and too much material for his tastes. He was sure she’d looked good--that was just common sense, but she’d look better without it, that much he was sure of. “A sentiment I still support.” His eyes moved over her briefly, making no attempts to hide the action, before his gaze moved back up to look at her.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2018 18:38:46 GMT -5

It was a simple thing, her life. She wanted for little and she gave everything she had to her family and her work. She didn’t mind being single, there were times when she wished that she had. Marrying Nick had been a mistake but that was one that she had taken care of quickly. Her daughter had helped with that. She was so much her father’s daughter that it worried her at times, scared her that they were so similar and so different all at the same time. She wanted so many things for her daughter, but most of all she wanted to keep this a secret. She didn’t need anyone to know about her child, the scandal alone could ruin them all, but sooner or later she had a feeling that the truth would need to come out. To save her, to protect them all. It had been for the best and she had to tell herself that, even if she was wondering the entire time what it would have been like to be Lady Goyle all these years.

She would have been the talker of the two. The face of the couple, but even when they were together before she had been the flower and he the gardener. She was a Vane after all in part, being vain wasn’t a thing that didn’t happen for them all. She wanted him just like she did then, he was still so fucking sexy and she just couldn’t stop wanting to smile. Giving a small smile she looked up at the man and couldn't help the warmth in her eyes. ” I wasn't aware that you two had met. How did you find the girl?” an attempt at being subtle but she really wanted to know what he thought of her, to get his opinion on the child that he had sired. She knew that he wouldn't give any untoward opinions in a public place, so she could ask and not fear what he might to say. ”But yes, she did. I have found her to be rather resourceful. She enjoys her work. Quite like her father. “

She had probably been a bit obvious there, but Greg didn’t know so he couldn’t think twice about it. She had to keep a clear head. Telling him now was not an option. The smirk came to her face easily and she couldn’t help but laugh, tucking her long hair behind her ear. ”Well, should you ever wish to see such sights, you do know how to ask. I’ve never been shy when it came to showing you my wardrobe.” If he wa willing she was not going to turn him down, not after all those years, and how much better than half the men she had been with he was.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2018 22:21:09 GMT -5

better dig two

So if the ties that bind ever do come loose
Tie them in a knot like a hangman's noose
He knew that it had likely been a slight, way back when, for the Goyles to not have been put on the list of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. To this day, he didn’t know why that had happened. As far as he knew at least, there wasn’t any soiled part of their bloodline. They were purebloods through and through, but just had not been put on the list. Maybe there was something that what’s-his-face had known back then, when he had been making the list. Maybe people had just bribed him to be put on it, and the Goyles hadn’t played ball. Maybe he’d done it to be an asshole--or maybe Sacred Twenty-Nine just didn’t have a ring to it. Greg didn’t know, and he didn’t care all that much either. He didn’t think that they needed to be put on some list. Greg knew the sort of expectations that were put on those families and he was relieved as hell that he didn’t have to worry about any of that.

His parents would have liked it if he was in a bit more of a rush to get married, obviously. They still wanted an heir and their family wasn’t exactly massive like some other families were. That was something that he was supposed to do, regardless of being on some list, but at least he’d gotten to skip a lot of the other expectations put on members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Hell, even if he’d been on that list, he likely would have ignored all of it just like he did now. He owned a betting parlor and did whatever he wanted. His parents didn’t love it, but he was an adult. He made his own decisions. And he was much better off than most people, since he didn’t give a damn what anyone thought. A lot of people could do with caring a little less. Salazar knew that it would do them some good. But if they wanted to drive themselves insane by worrying about every little thing that happened and what every person thought of them, that was their choice.

“She’s… assertive. Beautiful, unsurprisingly. Seems smart.” Mostly, she had seemed very interested in him--and he could say the same about her, but he wasn’t going to say that to her sister that he had once been betrothed to. That was just a stupid thing to do, and he wasn’t that dim. “That is… interesting.” Knowing that she had killed someone before was definitely intriguing to him. Apparently there was even more to her than what met the eye, which he supposed had been pretty obvious to him even from first meeting Kali. She was definitely different than a lot of other pureblood women. But he knew that he should turn his mind away from such thoughts and focus on the current beautiful Parkinson in front of him. “Oh, you’ve definitely never been shy…” It was hard not to smirk at that--there were far too many good examples of memories coming to mind that proved just that.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2018 22:59:03 GMT -5

It had been a long time since they had been alone together, and even then this couldn’t be considered that. It had been a long time and she had changed. She had once been a young girl who foolishly thought herself to be in love, and she had paid the price for it. Marriage had not been what he wanted and she had ruined her own life willingly, to protect his. Or so she thought then, but now standing here before him, she knew that that was all a lie. It had been her. She had been doing it to be selfish. If he married he could have taken the baby, he could have taken their daughter from her. At least this way she had had the brilliant girl in her life in one way. She knew that sooner or later she would lose her, she would get married or she would move, but she was mistress of her own life until she married and she had the head on her shoulders to do so much.

She had never shied away from time with the Goyle man, his status his looks, had never detracted to what she saw inside. An ability to be so much more than what he had been given. Had he followed the path that they had been set on, he would someday, achieve them. Things change however and their lives were not what they had been set to be. They had not become the people that they had set off to become. It was the way that things worked. It wasn’t always easy, but they moved on and got their lives on track.

She had not done as well as he it seemed, but they were both business owners and they were both independent. Mayhaps it was a sign that they were indeed meant to be together, maybe it was just fate working out the kinks, but either way she was glad to see him. ”Parkinson traits to the bone, I’m afraid. Those from her mother and her father.” She was close to her sister, they got on famously and it wasn’t something that she wanted to change.

She laughed and bit her lip for a moment. They had had fun once, she missed that, seeing somehow not so guarded. ”If memory serves, that was something you quite liked. I’ve never liked being shy though, I like to show what’s on my mind.” She said looking into his eyes, mischief and teasing showing in them. ”Like at the anniversary party my parents had.” It ha been one of her fondest memories for years.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 20:45:22 GMT -5



If the ties that bind
ever do come loose
If forever ever
ends for you


He knew what it meant to be a pureblood. He knew what was expected of him, even if he was from a family that was not a part of the sacred twenty-eight. His parents wanted him to get married, to find a wife that could provide the Goyle line with heirs. That was something that they still wanted, even now, and something that he knew he should probably get around too before too long. But it wasn’t something that he had been interested in back then. It wasn’t something that he had wanted and he had liked Donna. He didn’t care about a great many people in his life, but he’d cared about her in his own way. And to him, the best way to care about her was by giving her a chance to have a far better husband than he could ever be. In his mind, that made perfect sense.

To this day, he couldn’t say that it had been a bad decision. It hadn’t been. She’d had a fair better chance of a decent marriage with someone that wasn’t him. He hadn’t been ready to settle down back then. Hell, he wasn’t ready now. Clearly, that was proof enough that he had made the right decision. He didn’t know if she saw that, per say. He wasn’t great with words--Salazar knew that he actually spoke far less than the normal person. He didn’t like unimportant chatter. It was useless. So, he hadn’t actually said that was why he had ended the brothroal or why he had talked his parents into it. He had just told her that he had. That it was off, that they didn’t have to get married. He figured that she’d… work her way to that answer on her own. That she’d realized that he did it so that she had a chance of actually finding a husband worth a damn. He wasn’t that man.

Clearly, she hadn’t found that man either, though, if Kali had to kill her late husband. It was an interesting development, to say the least. He liked a woman that could do her own dirty work. It gave him more of a respect for Kali and he had to say that he’d respected her plenty already. But he knew that he shouldn’t go down that line of thought any further, especially not when he was talking to the witch’s sister. Another woman that he respected… over and over again, though that had been years ago now. It was something that he wouldn’t mind repeating. Donna had somehow gotten more attractive with age. He didn’t know that was even possible, because she had been something to look at back then--but now… well, he knew he was also far better off not thinking about that either. “Gotta admit I’m curious just what was worth killing him over.”

He didn’t know if she’d actually tell him. He just knew that he was curious. Hell, killing people wasn’t all that big of a deal to him. He’d killed on a whim before, but he didn’t think it was a whim that had Kali killing her sister’s husband. Greg smirked as she spoke again, but raised his eyebrows at her like he didn’t quite remember what she was talking about. He did, of course, but this conversation was far more interesting if he got her to actually talk about it. “You’ll have to refresh my memory there, love.”
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