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[center The look Faustus had on his face in that moment was worth a million words. And yet, he spoke not one of them. He had to choose carefully how to approach this next. Well, for one, he’d have to heal him once he got him out of that circle. Which, by the way, the temptation of leaving him within was almost too great.

Perhaps it was his lack of patience when it came to mortal beliefs. He had to work on that. At the very least, not act on it.

Stepping forward, he cast the toe of his boot through the border, smudging it away and one of the trapping symbols along with it.

He crouched before Silveus, palm extended. “Let me see your hands.”

There would be more time for answers as they went. “I highly suggest packing only what you believe you will need for now. My brothers can fetch anything else of importance before this structure succumbs later on.”

If he were younger and less restrained, he might not have been above floating in that moment, but spoiling in another’s pain wasn’t really his style when he wasn’t seeking vengeance. After all, Silveus was his charge now, it seemed.

“I guess you can consider this lesson number one. Don’t fuck with a trapping circle. You’ll always get burned in the end if it’s done right. Also, we’ll take this fellow with us.” He indicated the cat.

“He was kind enough to help me, so I will offer him a home in return. Which is the second lesson of the day. Expect nothing without cost. Plus, he’s pretty damned cute.”

Cuter than this uppity half-blood, anyway. Logan must’ve had his hands full with this one, considering his fiery disposition. Fates help him if this was what he had to expect going forward. Some real talk was very much in their future. Especially considering where they were going, there were rules.

Ugh, and then there was his heritage to consider. They would certainly have to explore that further given that he would have to officially become part of the coven at some point. Before that ceremony, there would be much preparation ahead to look forward to.

He couldn’t imagine how he must’ve been feeling. To not know something like this about yourself, in the wake of possibly the worst tragedy of one’s life? Definitely got the rough end. What had [i he] done in his past life.
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 1y 129d 8h 29m 40s
Okay. The cat walked out of the circle. He cocked an eyebrow at Faustus. Right, so he was supposed to stand in there, and then... what? Get trapped? Sure, sure. It was just salt, after all. He'd watched his brother-in-law lay it down right before his eyes. There was nothing magic about it at all.

"Well, if I do have magic, then of course I'd want to go with you," he said. He was a logical man. If he had magic, then he needed help figuring out how to use it and everything. He didn't, of course. Magic didn't exist. He had never seen a seal anywhere on his body, and Logan had never been anything more than mundane. A wonderful man, yes, the perfect husband, but magical? Hardly.

Silveus eyed the salt. He knelt down and touched it, lifting the particles to his nose. It was salt, for sure. Ordinary table salt. [i This is ridiculous.] He shouldn't even go through this test. The whole setup was absurd.

[i If I do this, he'll go away and leave me alone forever,] he told himself. He took a deep breath and stepped over the border of the salt.

It didn't feel like anything. Any more than stepping over a line of salt ever felt like anything. He shrugged, making eye contact with Faustus. [i See? No problem,] he thought. He stepped over the salt on the other side.

His toe stubbed on something. He continued forward, carried by his momentum, and smashed into a wall face-first.

Silveus pushed himself up on the wall, confused. There was nothing under his hands. Something was burning, too. It smelled awful. He glanced down. His hands--his hands were... smoking?

Suddenly, it felt like he'd touched a hot stove. He yanked his hands away and stepped back, shaking them. "What the hell?" he asked. There was no wall. He saw nothing. He backed away. His heel hit against a wall. He fell back and smelled his hair burn as his head smashed into the circle. Silveus yanked his head forward and pitched forward into a crouch, curled up in the center of the circle. What fresh hell was this?

"What did you do?" he demanded, glaring at Faustus. It couldn't be magic. ...Could it?
  Silveus Realta / kaitoXi / 1y 129d 8h 41m 50s
[center This was ridiculous. Having to resort to such measures. “This cat...” he began, petting the fur of the small creature. “Though it can serve as a familiar, would not be trapped by something like this.” He indicated the circle he had formed on the salon floor, expression hinting none whatsoever at his annoyance.

It would have been so much easier if he could simply walk away, but giving it an honest effort would have been better than living with the guilt. If he still opted to rot after this, that was his choice. But he would not desecrate his own honour in the process.

“This is a trapping circle. As you can see,” he explained, setting the feline gently in the circle. “It does not trap anything it isn’t meant to.” He clicked his tongue gently at the young cat, summoning it back.

It hesitated at first before leaving the circle, sauntering back over to curl about his ankles and weave betwixt them.

“The test is simple. If you are a witch... a warlock, then you will stick. If not, then you should be able to step out again. After all, it [i is] just salt, is it not? From your cupboard, no less. Being that you’re so... all knowing, this shouldn’t daunt you in the least.”

He scooped the cat again, affectionately scratching behind its ears. “I’ll wait.”

After all, simple as it may have been, it was effective for simple applications. Even in more complex circumstances, it was a nifty little trick to have up your sleeve in the event you needed a bit of scene setting.

It was apparent in his features suddenly how tired he truly was. Promises could be foolish things, but he was not so selfish that he would abandon this one so easily.

“I will say, no one is forcing you to do this. You however, set the terms willingly, so I hope you are prepared for the possibility you will have to keep your word.”]
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 1y 129d 9h 16m 26s
Now Faustus was trashing his house. He stood by the countertop with his arms crossed and watched while the man drizzled salt all over the floor. Then he vanished.

Silveus crumpled against the countertop for a minute. He rubbed his temples. Just being around Faustus was exhausting. The exact opposite of his husband. The man was a ball of energy and demands. The first conversation they ever had, and what did he do? Demanded Silveus come live with him, told him he knew nothing about himself or his husband, and told him his house was infested. He wanted to take a break. Take a nap, maybe. Sleep.

A creak from the door warned him of the man's returned. He stood up. Couldn't look weak. Not in front of this grifter, anyways.

A cat. He raised his eyebrows. Why did he have a cat? Where had he even found the poor thing?

Join him in the salon? "Why did you pour salt on the floor here if we're going to...?" he asked, following the man. Not that it mattered. This was all fake anyways. Nothing was going to happen. He'd just have to watch this man wander around flailing until he got tired and went home.

"I am fully prepared," he sighed, leaning against the wall. Prepared to watch this man wave his hands, maybe waft a few smouldering herbs, and nothing to happen. He'd almost believed the man for a second there, but then-- claiming [i he] had magic powers? He scoffed again at how ridiculous it was. He would have [i noticed] that. It had to be part of the grift. Act like the target was special, then, what, teach them nonsense and charge an arm and a leg? Had to be something like that.

At this point, he wasn't even sad anymore. He was just angry. The extent to which this man was trying to fool him was disgusting. And he was supposedly family, too. Showed how important family was.
  Silveus Realta / kaitoXi / 1y 130d 1h 23m 56s
“Okay, fine.” This was a fair enough request. “I will answer all of your questions if you come with me, about the house, Logan, but if it’s proof you require, then we’ll simply have to do that first.”

And with that, he stepped away from the counter, opening the cabinet to find a jar of salt. When he turned away in the next moment, he offered not a single clue as to what this was about. He made a circle and arranged bits of the salt, letting the grains fall to create symbols.

It took him no more than ten minutes to create, oriental rolled out of the way, and before long, he had ventured out of the house, returning with a stray cat.

“We need this guy for our purposes. Please join me in the salon. I have your test for you.”

It would be nice to put this nonsense aside once and for all. He’d formed a trapping circle, and he knew for a fact that this was the quickest way to prove anything. There were more intense feats he would have to overcome if he chose to go with him, but why frighten the man? Best to leave all of that for later.

“Since you’re so keen on insisting I’m wrong, prepare to be proven wrong.”

Okay, that was a little of his own bias showing. Mortals could be so cocky sometimes. The fact that they truly believed that nothing beyond them existed in this universe was one of the largest crimes of ignorance he had ever witnessed in his entire existence. But it couldn’t be helped. Not all of it, anyway.

He only had to care about one mortal in particular - and he was thankfully only half that.
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 1y 130d 2h 21m 56s
Silveus rubbed his forehead again. What was this man saying? The shadows were because of Logan? Him? A--what? He frowned at the man. His parents had given him no indication of any of that. "I'm magic. Which part of me? My mother was a librarian and my father was an accountant," he scoffed. There was nothing magical about him or his family. He hadn't gotten a letter on an owl or flown on a broomstick or used a magic wand. This had started ridiculous, and was only getting more so by the second.

The house--"What do you mean, return to the earth?" That didn't make any sense. It was a house, not a living being. What about his stuff? His studio?

"A seal. So what's the point of all this anyways? Even if I am a... magician, I can't do anything, can I? I'm a mere mortal."

Back. To the manor. He stood up and paced the room, agitated. What was this? What on earth was even going on? Back to the manor. Like they were goddamned nobility or something. Non-negotiable. He snorted at that. Ha. HA. Good one, that. Sure, they wanted him to be a part of the family. That's why they'd been so warm and friendly to him until now.

"Safer? I've been fine so far, haven't I?" he challenged Faustus. He crossed his arms and glared at the man. "Lived my whole life a mere mortal, so why stop now?"

He couldn't accept this. He'd lived a normal life with Logan with absolutely no indication of any of this. And now this Faustus guy thought he could come in here and take over his life? He had never seen anything to show that he'd had magic. If he had, then maybe, maybe he'd believe the guy. But if Faustus really expected him to believe that he had magic, with absolutely no evidence, he had another thing coming. Hell, maybe he just wanted their house or something, he didn't know.

He crossed his arms and gave Faustus a challenging glare. "If you can prove that I have magic, I'll come with you." But there was no way the man could do that, was there?
  Silveus Realta / kaitoXi / 1y 130d 3h 46m 5s
[center “Dont take this the wrong way, Silveus, but my younger brother entrusted you to me in the event something should happen to him, because he knew something about you at the time that I suppose he had assumed you didn’t. You’re only a half-blooded warlock, but a warlock all the same. And yes, those things are here because of Logan. More so the grief he triggered and his lack of presence. There is a likelihood he had binding magick that kept the house and grounds safe. It is no longer in place now that he is gone.”

“Unfortunately, this house will not be here much longer. It will return to the earth, as he did. I will banish the... vermin, of course. But clearly much of him lived in this house.”

It was difficult to accept such a thing about one you’d loved. To accept such a thing about yourself? He wasn’t sure how Silveus would manage as much.

“If I had to guess, any active power you might’ve had was likely bound when you were still a child so that you lived out a mortal existence. Perhaps not immune to all things, but at the very least no freedom to get yourself into trouble. Besides, unchecked magick can drive one mad.”

He had seen it too often before. A youth with no guidance and no control. “I’m here to ask you to come back with me... to the manor, to learn more about the family and... explore what it is to do next. You’re still family, and that’s non-negotiable. When you married Logan, you did marry us, too. We just... respected his wishes. He didn’t want... or, as he put it, couldn’t risk anything.”

Though Faustus was unsure what could have frightened him so much. Perhaps prejudice? Witches could be the vengeful sort, and some were not above scorning a half-blood.

“Of course, no one is going to force you to come back with me. If it’s you’re choice to remain on your own, separate of us, then it is so. But I will say, it is much safer that you do come with me.”

Especially when who knew what else might attempt to prey upon him in his absence. He’d be damned if he let some lowly hell creature feed upon his magick and drain him to the brink of death.

“I can understand why you might refuse, but it is worth considering, at the very least. Regardless, I’m bound to uphold my word, one way or the other.”
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 1y 130d 5h 25m 10s
A warlock. Ravencraft? What was that, some kind of video game? Their whole family played it? If he thought of it like that--but no, then waht about his house? Vermin?

"The hell are you talking about?" he asked, angry. Vermin. He kept his house clean. Even now he kept it clean. There were no rats or mice. Had Faustus just come here to insult him and his house?

"I said--" The tea? He looked at it, steaming away in the cup. Touched the cup. It was hot. But the kettle wasn't on the stove, nor was the stove on. He turned. The album... how? He'd knocked it over, and he hadn't seen Faustus reach for it. "Sleight of hand," he muttered. No way. How could he get tea leaves into the kettle and heat it by sleight of hand alone? It wasn't possible.

He sat heavily back down, one hand wrapped tightly around his teacup. "So they're here because of him?" he asked. The things. The shadows. The weird phenomenon that kept flitting around the corners of his eyes. He'd been married to a warlock without knowing it. Whatever that meant. Apparently that weird things were going to happen after Logan died, clearly. He rubbed his brow. If he'd known--

No. It wouldn't have changed a thing. Having had Logan in his life was worth such a minor annoyance.

He wasn't sure how much was because of Logan, though. He'd seen things his whole life. Never much. Only from the corner of his eye. Little flickerings in the night. They were worse now, of course. But it wasn't as though they had never been. Even if this man had magic, and it wasn't all a grand sleight of hand, there wasn't anything he could do about all of them. The man had some kind of angle, he knew it. He just had to figure out what.

"What do you want to do, then? Supposing I was to believe you," he said, gesturing vaguely. "What's the next step?" There had to be something this man wanted to do. Something he wanted from Silveus.
  Silveus Realta / kaitoXi / 1y 130d 5h 37m 33s
[center “No.” Faustus remained ever calm, his gaze even. He knew mortals were prone to skepticism, and he had expected no differently. “And Logan was not a Wiccan, he was a warlock, part of our coven, that of the Rävenkroft, and he lived a mortal life in most recent years, sheltering you from the truth of that which was all around you.”

Narrowing his gaze, Faustus lifted his steaming cup, sipping very calmly at his tea.

“I, too, am a Warlock, but I’m older. And the moment I arrived at this property, several things became apparent to me: one, your home is infested with vermin who had been feeding from your grief, two, you’re cleaely succumbing, and three, this house will soon wither from within. I’m sure they’ve been calling for your attention, playing their games because they know you’re not capable of banishing them.”

It had never been his intention to be so cut and dry, but this one was stubborn, and the only way to make him see reason would be give him facts.

“So if I’m lying to you... who made the tea?” His eyes cut to his, fingers delicately replacing his cup atop the counter. He preferred more subtle measures... extreme instances of magick could be traumatic after all.

“And who picked up the album from the floor?” A subtle head tilt and a glance was offered toward the time that had very nearly replaced itself nearby, not an inch off from where it had been just moments before.

“My brother was a warlock, and as difficult as this may be for you to even begin to accept, I assure you, we have time enough.”
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 1y 130d 7h 14m 12s
Silveus stared down at the page. Glanced at Faustus. Looked back at the page. His heart panged. That was undoubtedly Logan. Young. Handsome. So terribly alive. His eyes at last travelled to the other people in the photo. Faustus, too, he could recognize him as well. What, had they gone to one of those nice photo places where they could dress up? Faustus flipped the page. Another. A different outfit. A different style of photo. Was this some elaborate prank? He wasn't laughing. It wasn't funny.

His expression tightened by a hair as Faustus continued. How long was this joke going to go on? Didn't he know how painful he was being? Even the most tasteless joke had to stop sometime.

Coven. "You're--he was Wiccan?" he asked. Logan had never seemed particularly religious, regardless of what religion they were talking about.

At the next line, Silveus stood up. The teacup rattled on the countertop with the force of him standing. He swept the album off the countertop. "Get out," he demanded, glaring at this stranger in his house. So that was what this was. A long wind-up to a grift. And those photos, they must be elaborate photoshops. There was nothing more disgusting than those fake psychics and exorcists who preyed on people's grief. He was grieving, but he wasn't stupid. He wasn't prey. He wasn't going to piss away Logan's money on some stupid services he didn't need. Ghosts weren't real. Psychics were just grifters. Family or not, he wasn't going to fall for this man's ploy.

The shadows darkened behind him. Strange shapes twisted in the corners of his eyes. But it was all in his head. If he needed anything, it was a psychiatrist, not a psychic. And he didn't need even that. He was strong. He could handle it. Though he struggled, he would survive.
  Silveus Realta / kaitoXi / 1y 130d 7h 42m 5s
[center As it should have been, he supposed. Something about the way Silveus conveyed this information told him Logan must have been pretty button-lipped and hard line about it. Fair enough. Didn’t exactly make for easy transitioning for the rest of them, though, did it?

“This, is our family album.” He explained, sliding it across, now unwrapped but still resting atop the cloth. It was a beautiful time, bound in leather... the works, pretty much.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about this side of the family, obviously, but I’ll start with the album.” Reaching across, he flipped to the first page with he and Logan on it, something so mundane. It felt odd to use his hands for this.

“This is Logan and I when we were children.” He explained. “This is our mother... you’ll certainly meet her at some point again. “Cousins, family friends.”

All wrapped in decadence it seemed. They looked like they belonged to one of those fantastical TV families who lived in a gothic manor and spent their evenings plotting murder. And every one of them was beautiful, Logan included, ever the mischievous glint in his eye.

“You see,” Faustus began. “We are not your ordinary family. This is why we stayed away. Logan desired it, and for practical reasons he did not closely embrace you.” He went on, straightening a bit.

“This is our coven.” He explained, flipping to the next page. “The leader of our coven is here... this is his wife, their children, Logan, myself, our two other brothers, our sisters, one of their companions here - she is a sweet girl. Et cetera.”

He was tempted to just let that... brew for a minute. And in the meantime—

The kettle whined, complaining of its state as Faustus rounded the breakfast bar to finally fix that tea. One cup was placed squarely before Silveus, and he took a second for himself, setting the kettle aside.

“Surely in the days that have passed you have experienced some oddities, strange occurences here that could only be explained as grief, or... ghosts, haunting you after what you’ve been through?”

It was viable, but it was not the case. And they would explore that in just a moment. ]
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 1y 130d 8h 3m 53s
Family matters. He breathed out, looking around the room. Taking in anything, everything but the man before them. Was he a part of the family? Had he ever been? Here he was, after the funeral, finally learning the name of Logan's brother. He'd tried, but Logan had always insisted on celebrating the big events alone. There were a few gatherings, but there was always a distance between him and them. He'd always had a hard time interacting with other people. His poker face made them think he didn't like them. Logan's family always seemed so tight-knit that he never felt like he had a place. They were practically their own species, really. So he'd given up on trying to really become a part of anything.

Better or for worse. He glanced in Faustus's direction at that. Was his side, too, disappointed that Logan didn't end up with a blushing bride and his two children? They hadn't seemed openly disgusted with him, but they'd been very... inwardly pointed. Uninterested in him. He'd tried not to assume that had anything to do with his orientation--maybe it was just the way they were--but he couldn't help but wonder now.

He hid his worries in the motions of making tea. The slight tightness in his shoulders would have gone unnoticed to anyone but Logan. Tea will be handled. He didn't want to sit, though. As long as he was up and moving, he could distract himself. He turned back toward Faustus and met his eyes for just a moment before he looked away again. In the end, he obeyed the man's order and sat. The kettle sat on the stove behind him, unheated and forgotten.

"I don't know much," he said, taking the initiative. He sat tall, his fingers twined together on the countertop before him, staring Faustus in the eye. "Logan didn't talk about his past much. Nor his family. I didn't push." He gave Faustus a long look. Logan had seemed to have a good relationship with his family, but if he hadn't wanted to talk about it, Silveus wasn't going to ask. Plenty of people had a good relationship in public, and a very different relationship where it mattered. Or maybe Logan's family was very private, and that was Logan's way of respecting that. In either case, it hadn't mattered to him. He didn't want to talk about his family either, and it all seemed to matter so little compared to the present.

If only he'd known how quickly that present would get ripped away.

He shook his head. "I didn't know your name. Take that as indicative of how much I know about your family." Nothing, in other words.
  kaitoXi / 1y 130d 8h 38m 2s
[center Fates help him. It was pitiful. He was virtually wasting away. Body and soul, it seemed. It was fortunate he’d agreed to let him in, but whether or not he would be open to actual conversation was another thing. He could sense Silveus’ reluctance, and for that he internally apologised.

Crossing the threshold, he caught the faintest hiss, troublemakers curling away from him as he entered the home, ducking beneath the threshold to stand at his full height within. Yep. Definitely looked like Logan’s home. Had him written all over it. Faustus had never often visited, himself. A means of ensuring there wasn’t too much spillage when it came to the other half of his brother’s life.

“I’m Faustus, yes. His brother.” Elder, at that, but he felt no need to specify.

As they made their way into the kitchen, his gaze wandered. So much filth here. It was making a home for itself. Easy to do when there was grief to feed off of.

[i Tea?]

“Only if you are fixing it for yourself. There’s no need to tend me.”

He set the album down atop the breakfast bar and shifted his gaze to his brother’s widow once more. “I came here to discuss a few things with you. I figure at the very least, you deserve some sort of preface. It has to do with my brother, but I assure you I’m not here to torture you with fond memories, and I’m certainly not seeking comfort. I’m here to discuss some family matters, and as it so happens... you are family. For better...” he breathed, glancing toward the near corner where some minor night creature hid. “Or worse.”

“Please, have a seat, Silveus. I have some questions for you that I’ll need to ask before we proceed. Because it will confirm for me just how much Logan disclosed to you about our family.”

Faustus was nothing if not utterly different from his brother. He was direct, made unflinching eye contact, and there was nothing that wasn’t deliberate about his manner. If he spent very much time smiling, it didn’t show. Not that he wore a grimace, but he had very rare moments demanding of one.

This certainly didn’t feel like the time for smiles, anyway. And there was nothing funny about the weight of the responsibility he now held.

The platinum blond waited patiently for Silveus to seat himself, eyeing the kettle. He would be cautious for now, he supposed, but one way or the other, it was going to come out. “The tea will be taken care of. Leave it.” ]
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 1y 130d 9h 31m 54s
He wanted to come in. Silveus flicked his eyes up and down this pale imitation of his husband. He didn't even remember the man's name. Doubtless he'd been told it, once, but those things mattered less now. Everything mattered less. There was very little he wanted to live for anymore. Some days, he struggled to find the motivation to even climb out of bed.

Rather than stand aside, he stood where he was, door cracked open six inches, body blocking the way in. He didn't want to chat. He didn't want to discuss anything. He understood that this man was also mourning, but couldn't he find someone else's shoulder to cry on? Silveus was struggling just to hold himself up right now. He couldn't support anyone else.

"I'm faring fine, thank you," he said curtly. He was struggling, but successfully. He could support himself. No one could help him, and even if they could, he didn't need help.

Getting much sleep. How could he, when the bed smelled like Logan? He couldn't bring himself to wash the sheets for fear they'd never smell like Logan again. Couldn't sleep because he woke up and forgot Logan wasn't there, and it hurt all over again. Sometimes he tried the couch, but then he'd feel the ghost of a hand on his face, the ghost of a weight settling into the couch beside him, and it would hurt anyways.

He stared up at the man for another few seconds. Let him in? Close the door? It was tempting to just shut the door, push him out and forget about him. But no, he was Logan's family, wasn't he? It would be rude. Unspeakably rude.

Silveus let out a long sigh, then stepped away from the door to let the man in. He wasn't short, but this man towered over him like Logan never had. "Are you his brother?" he asked. It was the only logical conclusion. They were so close in age. "I'm sorry, but I've forgotten your name."

He led the way to the kitchen, one of the rooms he'd carved out for himself since Logan's death. So much of the house belonged to Logan. He hadn't realized how much before the man had died. There was the siting room, where he only went when Logan wanted to watch the TV or play a game. There was the piano room where Logan practiced. The basement. The attic. The bedrooms. Even the dining room. All of it decorated in Logan's style, all of it strewn with his things, all of it full of memories that Silveus couldn't bear to recall.

The only spaces that belonged to him were the kitchen, the studio, and half of their bedroom. He'd always been the cook. Today, he'd neglected breakfast and lunch, but the countertop had dinner's vegetables lined up already, ready for him to start. Or maybe they were from yesterday's dinner. He couldn't always bring himself to start cooking. Sometimes he just wandered instead. Like a ghost himself, wandering this house that barely belonged to him.

"Tea?" he offered, because it was his duty. When he opened the cupboard, the kettle leaped at him, spout-first like some kind of tiny lance. He caught it at the last second and closed the cupboard. It would probably stop happening if he organized the drawer, but he couldn't find the motivation to do that when he rarely even found the motivation to eat.
  Silveus Realta / kaitoXi / 1y 130d 10h 24m 55s
[center Too bad that was never going to happen. Faustus was nothing if not stubborn. When it came to promises, though - well, in keeping them he was most devout. The figure that answered the door struck him the moment it came into view. This really couldn’t be the same man Logan had married. He seemed so lifeless now - nothing like the man he’d glimpsed in previous years.

“Hullo, again. I, uh, was hoping to talk to you for a little. May I come in?”

Damn, this place just reeked or dark energy. He’d glanced up at one of the windows as he’s approached the house. It was evident there was a lot going on with this property, and it was clearly taking a toll on him.

“I know it’s odd, and I’m probably the last person you really want to see, but I thought it rather important we discuss a few things. Plus, I did want to see how you were faring.”

He was betting there would quite the fuss once he crossed that threshold - assuming he even decided to let him in. Lower creatures were generally threatened when a more powerful presence appeared. Banishing was easy, anyway. Well... if you knew how.

“Are you getting much sleep... lately?”

Because no offence, he looked like shit.

Even as he stood there, he could hear protests to his presence, and that alone gave him all the cause he needed to try to convince this man to let him in. He walked away and it was questionable he would actually see him a next time.

This time he was dressed more casually - still smart, with that wrapped time tucked beneath one arm. His long hair was pulled back into a neat Dutch braid.

The only thing that might’ve really made him stick out was his height, and it was part of the reason he stood with a slight hunch. He was taller than his brother, so peering into this doorway was awkward to say the least. And... uncomfortable.]
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 1y 130d 11h 12m 55s
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