† The Wytching Flower †

/ By Zuckerbiene [+Watch]

Replies: 317 / 286 days 14 hours 11 minutes 6 seconds

Click here to see thread description again.

Reply

You don't have permission to post in this thread.

Roleplay Responses

[center Faustus sighed, as though he were suddenly very tired. “Logan’s death, actually, does not count.” He did mean prior to that, though for a moment of contemplation, he appeared to be considering his brother’s death quite carefully. He had expected no less. They’d both known the day would come, but when the signs had begun to show, the stress had really picked up. They’d been ill-prepared for that sort of departure, but what did you expect? You couldn’t outwit fate.

Balancing the equation, the ever pressing necessity of it.

“It can be, if misused. I think the key thing to take from that is that if we didn’t have a disproportionate amount of entities that misused it, it would be used for it’s true purpose and not warrant so much struggle. But this isn’t exactly an ideal world, so it is what it is. Mind you, you’re free to strip your powers and live as a full mortal. No one is stopping you. Then, at least, you’d be free of the consequence of having what others want.”

Shifting back a couple of steps, Faustus gestured vaguely for Silveus to follow. “Let’s go to the reliquary. It’s a more appropriate setting for this kind of discussion, anyway.”

He wondered suddenly if the truth of Logan’s death was meant to always remain a secret? Knowledge was something that could not always be contained. And more importantly, the only motivation for keeping it mum was to spare Silveus’ feelings, which judging by his disposition—he would likely fail to appreciate.

Drawing in a long breath, the blond led the way through a door, through a second parlour on the upper floor, down a set of curved stairs, and into a second parlour, through which they would have to walk to reach the french doors that housed the reliquary. It was like the house itself had endless rooms... endless secret places. One wouldn’t necessarily suspect as much from the outside, but if you lived there long enough you began to realise it contained all sorts of secrets.

“I’m going to see if there’s anything currently binding your magick or if it’s just a lack of know-how that makes you unable to wield it. In which case, I’ll reach you something simple and we see if it works—sound good?”

One of the doors opened to grant them access, but Faustus paused to allow Silveus to take the lead. “It’ll close after me otherwise.” He explained, one forearm cast through the threshold to indicate their path. Partially so he didn’t get knocked on his ass, though. As funny as it might’ve been to see, he wasn’t feeling particularly cruel that day. ]
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 130d 21h 24m 9s
[i If there's danger either way, what's the point of asking me about it?] he thought, then shook his head at himself. No point nitpicking everything Faustus did. He'd only frustrate himself. Maybe Faustus really was trying to patch things up. He ought to give the man a chance, anyways.

He glanced at Faustus. Bad luck? "My husband died in a freak train crash, does that count?" he asked dryly. If that didn't count as bad luck, he didn't know what did. After a few beats, he nodded. He'd had his fair share of bad luck. Cars breaking down, apartments that sprung mystery leaks, sudden falls and mysterious accidents. Was that magic?

"So far, magic sounds like a shitshow," he commented dryly. It had ruined his house, given him bad luck his whole life, maybe even killed Logan. What did magic do right? So far, all he'd heard was everything it did wrong. All the things that it broke and destroyed.

He looked at Faustus, meeting his eyes. "Is magic worth all this?" he asked. "What does it do in return for everything it ruins?" Levitating a few dishes at dinner wasn't worth his husband's life or the house they'd built together. Making a little ball of fire wasn't worth a lifetime of bad luck.

It was possible that his parents had never manifested their powers. He pursed his lips. That seemed... unlikely. They were so bland. So close-minded. They had never had particularly bad luck. Never seen anything flickering in the shadows. Never... done anything. Disowning him was the most unusual thing they'd ever done, and even that was done so they could stay normal.

"So what's up first for learning magic?" he asked. There had to be a lesson of some sort at the end of this, right? Though, then again, it'd be spot-on with what he'd seen of Faustus so far if the man had come only to complain to him and then leave him on his own.
  Silveus Realta / kaitoXi / 131d 9h 6m 59s
[center “Well, of course. We’re not savages.” Silveus hadn’t been born into it like the rest of them. It was a lot to expect of someone—for them to just trade up for a new life of magick and danger. Faustus had no such expectations if it wasn’t what this man actually wanted.

“I’m just forewarning you that there is a dangerous aspect to all of this. Unfortunately, when you’re a solitary, you’re more vulnerable. And that’s regardless of whether or not you follow the path of magick. Just possessing magick and not being part of some sort of system is risky. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen and that it’s impossible to live your life, but it also means mischief will follow you around a lot. Did you have a lot of misfortune or bad luck in the past?”

He was seriously asking, trying to gauge how Silveus must have been doing before he met Logan. The house situation wasn’t a good measure because grief played a role. Couldn’t exactly expect anything less.

“Also, is definitely say it’s possible your parents had magick that never manifested. Or... potentially had bound beyond their knowledge. In which case, they’d be in the same boat as you—living their lives entirely in the mortal vein.” Not that there was anything wrong with that.

They would just have to figure things out. He had a lot of digging to do, but today at least he could show him some of the texts, teach him some of the history and give Silveus an idea of what they really got up to.

Truthfully, their lifestyle remained invisible for a reason. Didn’t need anyone nosing about in their affairs, for one, but beyond that, magickal beings considering with mortals could get very messy very quickly.

Especially when they failed to comprehend the whole ‘magick comes with a price’ part. You had to give something to get something. Wasn’t that what it was all about? Keeping the universal equation balanced?]
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 131d 9h 43m 25s
He shook his head. No, no intention on joining the family. It didn't feel right. These people came out of nowhere with intentions for him that he didn't know or understand, and immediately demanded he join them? No matter how nice they were, he couldn't accept that. It felt like a cult. Like a lie.

He glanced at Faustus. He didn't know. How was he supposed to know how much magic he wanted to use when he'd never used any in his whole life? Even around this family, he barely got a feel for the purpose of magic, of what it could do.

Logan hadn't let on. It stung a little, that he'd felt the need to keep his family a secret. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder if he should respect Logan's wishes. Logan clearly had a reason for keeping him separate from all of this. He trusted Logan. Should he trust in him and retreat? Go back to normalcy?

[i Sure, you don't want to see me fail,] he thought sarcastically. [i Say it again, maybe I'll believe you next time.] Faustus was a sadist, he swore.

"Don't we encounter the magical every day?" he said. A lovely sunset, a tree in the breeze, a sudden gust of warm wind on a chilly day. It was what had inspired him to become an artist. But that wasn't what Faustus meant. "No. I would see... [i things] from the corners of my eyes, sometimes. But that was the extent of it."

"If it wasn't for that circle, I still wouldn't be convinced," he said. "It's inherited, right, magic? My parents... they couldn't get more mundane if they tried. It must have skipped a generation."

[i Or someone lied about her fidelity, or I was adopted, or...] he shook his head. It was unlikely. There was nothing to suggest any of those possibilities.

"I don't know enough about magic to know if I want to make it my whole life," he said. "I don't want to make the decision rashly. Could we do a trial period or something? A test drive? I'll leave afterwards if I decide I don't like it, or continue if I do." He glanced at Faustus. He wouldn't put it past the man to reject his decision and force him to decide on the spot. It seemed like him.
  Silveus Realta / kaitoXi / 134d 15h 32m 23s
[center “You know, you have a penchant for making a lot of assumptions without actually stating them, but thank you for answering my question. Relax, no one is kicking you out. You’ve just made it abundantly clear you have very little interest in the prospect of being a part of our family—which, based upon what you just said, is confirmed. I just wanted to get the answer from you directly.”

Weight shifting, Faustus cleared his throat. “Regardless, I also wanted to ask you about your interest in magick. Logan had pretty explicit wishes when it came to you, because he clearly knew what the deal was, despite your ignorance. Ignorance, that is, as in never knowing. That wasn’t meant as an offence. I just want to make it clear that this can only really go a couple of ways.”

“If you’re looking to actually learn more about magick, sincerely incorporate it into your life, then you definitely belong her. But if you’re interest is only superficial, then I can show you some basics to keep you out of trouble if something should happen and you’d be welcome to stay until you decided to leave with no obligation to this family.”

Admittedly, it would have been a serious fucking shame. “And this is something I’ve been meaning to say since dinner a few nights ago, but... it’s very apparent Logan never let on to you that we, as in he and all of us, kept contact regularly. He offered me some very basic reasons for keeping you away from all of this— something about wanting you to be able to live your mortal life as you had been. Which makes complete sense. For the record, I agreed to a point, but it was my opinion that you should be given the choice in the event of his absence. Especially considering what would’ve happened afterward—which I knew only from experience. I don’t want you to be mistaken about my intentions here. I don’t hate you, and I don’t wish to see you fail.”

Okay, so watching him fail had been a little entertaining. But he was clearly hard-headed so making a point was necessary.

“I’ve been meaning to look into your heritage and figure out where this line of magick might lead. Especially because, no offence, my younger brother typically didn’t do anything for such simple reasons. I get him wanting you to continue to live your life as usual, but something about it strikes me odd. Before you met him, you really had no encounters with magick? No... inkling you were different at all?”

Faustus narrowed his eyes, clearly finding it hard to believe. “I mean, you can put a cap on it, tie it up and mask it however you like, but you can’t control it entirely. Not infallibly.”
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 134d 16h 10m 8s
He looked up at Faustus. Why didn't he just spit it out? He'd asked three times if he could ask a question, but hadn't asked anything yet.

In any case, it seemed he wanted a longer conversation. He couldn't fathom what had prompted the man to come here to him, since Faustus clearly didn't want to have anything to do with him. [i Someone else's influence?] he wondered. Who could possibly intimidate Faustus into doing something he didn't want? [i Must be a truly horrifying person,] he decided.

Silveus shut the door and stepped into the hallway. "So what do you want to talk about?" he asked, hoping the man would get it over with. Was it offensive? He hadn't hesitated to offend Silveus up til now, so it seemed unlikely he'd suddenly grow hesitant.

Oh. He bit his lip to prevent himself from snapping at the man. His husband died, he was yanked out of his house and hours away from everything he'd ever known, and this pretentious fool who'd been born with a silver spoon in his mouth wanted to know why he wasn't out on his own already? If Faustus didn't already know, he'd never be able to convince him.

No, he should try. At least give Faustus a realistic look at his life. "I'm going to be honest with you, so please try to understand," he started. "I know you're very well off, but--I'm not. I'm an artist. I work--until recently, I had two jobs to try and get by. Throughout our marriage, Logan and I kept separate bank accounts. It was my idea. I knew he made much more than me and didn't want our relationship to be based on his money, or lopsided because of it. So I supported myself, and he supported himself, with the exception of a few mutual purchases."

He glanced around the hallway. He hadn't known just [i how] different their finances were. Had Logan even worked? He clearly wouldn't have had to if he hadn't wanted to.

Silveus shook his head and continued. "In his will, he explicitly left all his money to his family--to you and your parents and siblings. We were only married a few years, so I guess he forgot to get it changed." It was a very Logan thing, forgetting the essentials until the last second. How many times had he had to remind the man to buy groceries when they had an empty fridge or put gas in the car when it was running on empty? [i Maybe it's because he was used to using magic for everything,] he realized. He'd always thought it was just a quirk of Logan's, but now that he knew about magic, it certainly made more sense.

"So I only have what I had saved, which isn't much. On top of that, my house isn't fit to live in, you said so yourself. And I don't know if you've noticed, but we're a several hour drive from where I lived. By the time I made the commute back to my jobs, I'd be losing money on the day with the price of gas like it is."

He gestured, an ironic smirk on his face. Left him between a rock and a hard place. "Jobless, homeless, hours from my friends and connections. What do you propose I do? I've been searching for a job, but the market's not great. If I got an apartment, assuming I'd get approved with no job, I'd run out of my savings in a matter of months. I'm trying to sell my art, but that's not going any faster than it ever has." With a shrug, he glanced up at Faustus. "But if I'm a burden, I'll go. I can figure something else out. Find someone else's couch to crash on. I never intended to stay here forever, just until I got back on my feet."

Silveus pushed his hair back. Which was probably all Faustus was asking about from the start, but it'd felt good to rant to him about it. He was tired of Faustus expecting him to be able to just--do whatever he wanted. The real world didn't work like that. Or at least, it never had for him.
  Silveus Realta / kaitoXi / 134d 17h 8m 28s
[center He was ever the ray of sunshine, wasn’t he? Faustus had to find the will to actually smile at this man. “Well, I’m actually here to clarify a few things. Now that there have been a few days to cool off, I thought we might actually have a civil conversation.” Without all of the micro expressions.

Then again, perhaps he had been a bit harsh with him. It wasn’t fair to put all of this on someone who didn’t even know the role he had played. Logan held full responsibility for that one.

“I also had some questions for you, that I hope you’ll answer honestly.” Especially considering it meant Logan had really never let on that he was still in regular contact with them. And what could possibly have been his goal in doing that?

“I was wondering if you would be able to come with me for a bit? I want to get a better idea of how you really feel about all of this and hopefully fill in the blanks in attempts to at least—well, I’ll save that for later, I suppose.”

Faustus peered down at Silveus with a rather neutral expression. If there was any trace of hostility here beyond some reluctance to be there, it was absent now. Perhaps this had been his mother’s intention. She was hoping they would hug and make up.

Clearly she couldn’t tell how stubborn this one could be, but what could be done. She had a tendency to see things in a more positive light, and in her mind, she couldn’t imagine why Silveus might hate them.

Well, so he could guess, anyway. Faustus hoped he was wrong about that, but even hope couldn’t shake his suspicions about why he might’ve actually chosen to stay here.

“Plus... I am wondering what prompted you to stick around. You seemed awfully adamant about leaving a few days ago.” There was no hostility in his question, just pure curiosity.

Maybe there was another way to approach this... without unnecessary exposure. ]
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 134d 18h 11m 49s
It was five AM when he came to terms with the fact that he wasn't going to fall back asleep. Silveus got dressed, got ready for the day, and still had a few hours before anything was supposed to happen. He wandered his room. What was he supposed to do?

When Logan was alive, they would've cuddled until he fell back asleep. Afterwards, at least he had the whole house to wander. He could go to his studio and paint, or go for a walk, or go make himself an early breakfast. Here, he felt so trapped. If he left his room, he was subjected to the expectations of Logan's family.

They were kind, and they tried to be accommodating, but he felt the pressures on his shoulders every time they looked at him. He was only wanted if he came into his powers and decided to have magic like them. But he hadn't hardly seen them use magic, and all he knew of it aside from that was that because of magic, his house was uninhabitable. It didn't exactly make magic sound great to him.

Besides, it wasn't like they owed him anything. It made him uncomfortable to receive their charity, that was the long and short of it.

He'd had to quit all his jobs. He couldn't afford to make the hours-long commute. At some point, they'd brought his car over, and he'd started looking for new jobs, but honestly? It was effort he didn't feel like making, most days. He felt stuck between his lack of motivation and his desire to support himself, and it left him feeling useless.

[i Maybe I can do that,] he decided. He had a few hours, why not?

Mid-search, someone knocked at his door. He glanced over. Faustus. His least favorite. He had half a mind to stay silent and let the man keep knocking. Silveus stared at the door, summoning the desire to face Faustus, then, with a deep sigh, strode over and pulled it open. "Can I help you?" he asked. He couldn't hide the tired note in his voice. He was running on empty, and Faustus took more effort to deal with than most people. If the man didn't need him, he'd rather be left alone.
  Silveus Realta / kaitoXi / 135d 7h 22m 33s
[center It certainly was. Gorgeous. The picture of perfection. Made you wonder how someone could leave such an ideal life behind, didn’t it? But then, that would have been assuming so much about Logan that wasn’t true. He had never been the superficial sort. He was 99% heart, 1% trickers. Well, okay, those figures were off, but the simple truth had been that he’d chosen his life with Silveus happily.

For that, certain... things... had followed. Unavoidable, regrettable things. Something Faustus wouldn’t bring up for fear of destroying lives, no matter how severely the truth burned in his mind.

Silveus’ art had been transported somewhere safe and the seal had been broken on the house. Unfortunately, that meant the house had begun to rot, but what could be done about that? The seal couldn’t remain, and without the seal, any old thing could wander in. Talk about a haunted house. These creatures just loved to leech off of magick.

Arrangements had been made for Silveus to meet officially with the coven, but before then, Faustus was expected to debrief him. Ever so much the pleasure for him, of course. He just loved pursuing little, angry men who clearly cling to resentment for him.

But he was an adult. This was simply duty. There would be nothing to worry about. After all, it wasn’t as though he’d really done anything to him.

...okay, so he’d let him get fucked up a little by a trapping circle, big deal. He was fine, he’d been healed, and if he really clung to any resentment regarding that, then that was his problem.

Inhaling deeply, he raised his knuckles to knock thrice at his door, already dressed and fully prepared for the day. Well, prepared depending upon how this conversation went. If things went south, then this was pretty much over. Which, he guessed wouldn’t be so bad.

Silveus seemed adamant from the moment he’d arrived to get away from them. Despite how well received he had been by the family, and despite how little there would be to go back to in that house where Logan no longer dwelled.

“Silveus—you’re not still asleep, are you?” Even if he had been, it wouldn’t be for long. They had a long day ahead of them, potentially, and he wasn’t about to waste a second. Besides, he was eager to learn this man’s true intentions. If he did stay, to what end? Did he even care for Logan’s family? Did he even care to be one of them?]
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 135d 7h 55m 3s
Faustus, huh? He repressed the urge to grimace. Now was not the time. His resentment towards Faustus was something they could work out another day. If they could. Though the thought of having Faustus as his main source of information was worrying. His eyes flicked to the side, to the gormless, clueless Bastion. He could always ask him afterwards. Faustus liked to laugh at his suffering, but Bastion was much less of a sadist.

He looked up when the matriarch pressed him for more information. He'd rather fade into the background and vanish, but it seemed like he wouldn't be given the chance. "It's coming along fine," he lied. Since Logan's death, he hadn't been able to paint the way he used to. There was no joy in the task, just catharsis, anger, resentment, and when he came out on the other side, he couldn't recognize it as his own work. The series he'd been working on before Logan's death, the landscapes and portraits, was unfinished, and would remain unfinished, maybe forever. There was no more sunshine in his soul to share with the canvas. Instead, everything came out dark and twisted.

"This house is gorgeous, I must say," he returned, deflecting the conversation. It was always polite to compliment the host, but this time, it was easy. Her house really was quite beautiful. "I've never seen anything like it. Are these all antiques?" he asked, gesturing at the decor. She had an eye for quality, if so. They were incredible pieces, from the solid wood dining table to the chandelier overhead. And they went together so beautifully. It looked as though she'd purchased them all together.
  Silveus Realta / kaitoXi / 136d 17h 58m 4s
[center It was so tiring. He could sense the bitterness rolling off of this guy. If he resented them so much, why eat with them? It seemed as though there was no pleasing him. What had Logan ever seen in him, exactly? Faustus found himself hoping this was him in mourning, because if this was his true nature, then perhaps his brother had been blind all along. That thought was something that did not settle well with him, given that Logan wasn't a fool.

However, he [i was] a bleeding heart. Honest to a fault. Kind beyond his means sometimes. That was the sort of man he'd always been. To think that his judgment could have been so skewed... that hurt.

Which made him wonder what this man had against them all. It was all too evident he despised being here already. They would have to explain to him, still, the real reason for his being brought here, but Faustus wondered if that wouldn't be better done tomorrow when they all got some proper rest.

Their mother, ever wearing a fond smile, as an image as she took in Silveus' words. Her fiery waves cascaded like silk, pinned up on just the one side. She looked like what every femme fatale might-- resplendent, youthful, probably bathed in the tears of men. Except, she was actually rather kind.

"Well, it's certainly a comfort to have you here. You're much safer with us. Faustus will further explain why soon enough."

Thanks, Mum. Just what he needed. More time spent with the half-blood. The ungrateful half-blood, at that. Okay, okay, no. He couldn't be biased. It wasn't his fault. Maybe they could find a solution to all of this that would make them all happy.

Like... well, he didn't exactly have any ideas yet, but he would... soon. He hoped. It was that or they'd simply have no choice but to return Silveus to his life...or what was left of it. What was to happen would have happened regardless of their interference. Except... he'd probably be dead or something.

Definitely not an acceptable outcome, he mused.

...Yet.

"How has your art been coming along?" She queried, eyes alight with interest.
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 136d 19h 29m 57s
Silveus narrowed his eyes half an inch at Faustus. [i Good to know it's not just his personality,] he thought, mildly annoyed. Nope, he actively hated Silveus, huh? Nothing he could do about that.

Food platters drifted before his face, threatening to spill gravy or sauce on him and the table alike. He leaned back in his chair. His clothes were already wrinkled, they didn't need food stains on them, too. "Yes, please, a little of everything," he said quietly. It all looked delicious, from the gleaming duck to the platters piled with vegetables. His thoughts flicked to the leftovers rotting away in the fridge. Was he taking Logan's place at the table, eating his share?

"Or, no, I'll just take--that's enough," he said. There wasn't much on his plate, but he didn't have an appetite anymore. "Thank you, Bastion."

[i Like he would let me bring a cat,] he thought angrily, shooting the cat a short glare. Only the essentials for him, but Faustus could casually pick up a new pet, huh? It still stung, that one.

He turned at the mother's greeting. It was hard to think of her as a mother, let alone his mother-in-law. She was gorgeous, young, and barely a day over Logan's age, let alone Faustus'. [i Magic, I suppose?] he wondered. [i How old is she really?] It would be rude to ask. Maybe he'd bring it up with Bastion at some point.

"The traffic was clear, so the drive itself wasn't bad," he said demurely. "I'm used to traveling, it doesn't bother me."

If traveling bothered him, he'd never be able to exhibit his art. Not in the tiny town he and Logan had settled in. He didn't mind it--hadn't minded it.

"Thank you for having me," he added after a beat, nodding in her direction. He still wasn't sure he wanted to stay. Apparently the whole family lived in this mansion, if they could all have dinner together; well, it certainly was large enough. He was an outsider, an unattractive little smudge among all these lively, beautiful faces. He didn't belong. Neither did he want to belong. He'd gone his whole life supporting himself, so why stop now? If he stayed, it would be temporary. Long enough to get this magic stuff figured out, and no longer.

Silveus picked at his food and tried to fade out of the picture. He was so terribly inadequate compared to all these supermodels. Why had Logan picked him in the first place, if all the other magic-users were so gorgeous? He didn't understand. He hadn't understood in the first place, with Logan being so terribly out of his league, but it had been a little easier to swallow before he'd known that Logan apparently had lived his whole life within arms' reach of a dozen beauties. Sure, most of them were related to him, but if all mages were like this, why bother with a scrummy little mortal like him?
  Silveus Realta / kaitoXi / 136d 20h 30m 17s
[center The room had quieted significantly, just murmurs amongst the family as Silveus took his seat near Bastion. Their mother sat at the head, hardly looking like a mother at all. But then, immortality did that. She smiled at him, studying him carefully from her place beside Faustus. He was the complete opposite, chatting with Angeleau, a smile actually on his lips. So different from the portrait of cold distance he had been before.

“Everyone, you recognise Silveus...? Logan’s husband.” Now widow, but she didn’t make a point of saying as much.

There were quiet greetings and smiles, even a few names here and there. Each brother actually made the effort to name themselves for reference—as did the two sisters. There were other coven members there with their children—cousins, a couple of aunts and uncles. No grand children, though, for the main family. That generation was yet to come.

“Please welcome him warmly.”

Faustus cast a glance at his mother, smiling to himself. Good luck to the lot of them with that. Faustus wondered now if it would fall to him as the oldest to teach him the ways. He suspected his mother would ask. She was never the sort to enforce her position as the head of the coven unless it was a dire circumstance, but he could feel the question burning in her.

He wasn’t sure he would deny her, but he would certainly need some time to think about it. Perhaps he would decide after seeing how Silveus settled in.

“Faustus, after dinner, a word?”

“Naturally.”

Plates and platters were passed to and fro. Angeleau And Bastion were apparently the ones responsible for feeding the new addition, so they asked him to point out what interested him.

“Watch where you levitate, Angel—“

“Speak for yourself. Yours looks like it’s about to start a chorus.”

“Shut up.” Bastion ‘accidentally’ spilled a green bean on his face. “Having any, Silveus? There are carrots, potatoes, uhh, asparagus... that looks like mushrooms there.”

He could feel Faustus watching them, mostly with curiosity.

“Who is this new friend? Does he belong to Silveus?” Their mother queried, noting the cat, now collared and clean.

“No, just another new addition. He’s been purged of all impurities, so he’s quite healthy now.”

“Lovely. Silveus, how was your trip here? Hopefully not too unbearable? The drive can be dreadful sometimes.”
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 136d 21h 33m 9s
He sat carefully on the bed, almost afraid to disturb the covers. It didn't feel like it belonged to him. Then again, it didn't. His house was a long drive away, with most of his belongings. His whole life, miles and miles away. Gone. It was like the world was tearing every last piece of Logan away from him. First the man himself. Then his house, and everything they'd built together. What next? What was there left to take?

On the other hand... he wasn't spending every second reminded of how Logan wasn't there. He could sit here and not wonder if he was erasing the shape of Logan's body in the bed. He could look around the room and not be reminded of their vacation trips or Logan's favorite artists. It was--it was refreshing. A weight lifted off his shoulders.

A soft voice startled him awake. He sat up from the bed and wiped his face. [i Ugh.] He rubbed his eyes. [i I fell asleep?] Dinner. Right. Silveus stood, then stopped. Did he want to go down there? Face everyone? If they were like Bastion, it wouldn't be too bad. But... he imagined a room full of Faustuses and grimaced. No thank you.

It was weird. This whole scenario was weird. They'd kind of skipped the whole family-introduction bit of the relationship, so it'd be his first time meeting most of Logan's siblings. He wiped a hand down his face. Did he want to? He didn't really feel like a part of their family. His only link to them was dead. [i What even is a family,] he found himself wondering. What did it mean? Christmasses and birthdays and all that?

He didn't want to be taken care of. Didn't need it. He was too damn old to be living at anyone's parents' house. He had a job. Jobs. Was kind of making it as an artist. He didn't need-- but then there was magic. And he didn't know the first thing about that. [i At the very least, I need to learn more about that,] he decided. The first step, then, was meeting everyone. He steeled himself with a deep breath and walked out the door.

The table was huge, and the family filled it. [i The hell,] he thought, scanning the room. How many kids did they have? So much food, too. [i Do they have a private chef or something?]

He'd wanted to slide into the crowd unnoticed, but he felt everyone's eyes on him as he approached the table. Casting his own eyes down, he took the empty seat by Bastion, far away from Faustus.

"Good evening," he announced himself softly, not wanting to attract attention.

Everyone at the table looked so beautiful. Logan had been but a sample of what this family's genetics had to offer, clearly; there wasn't a lemon in the bunch. [i I wonder what they think of me.] He caught a glimpse in the polished silver plate set before him. Clothes rumpled from the ride here, his hair slightly askew from his nap and singed besides, complexion pale from spending too much time indoors, dark bags under his eyes from sleepless nights, the narrow face and the spidery fingers. He didn't look the part of the harlot who'd stolen their brother, as he had no doubt Faustus saw him, nor did he look like an upright, honest, sweet man who could nurture and care for Logan. [i More like the indy slum freak your kid dates on a whim, the one where no one can understand what the kid sees him him. The one his parents hope he doesn't end up with,] he thought. No wonder Faustus hated him.

He watched Bastion from the corner of his eye, waiting for the man to make the first move. Should he introduce himself? Was it alright to eat? How did they handle passing dishes around? Were they going to eat in courses, like this kind of extravagant spread seemed to demand? [i Maybe I should've just stayed in my room.]
  Silveus Realta / kaitoXi / 137d 7h 33m 7s
[center “That’s fair,” Bastion concedes, taking him to what may or may not have been his room. It was as you would expect a room in this house to be. Decadent but welcoming. Meant to be lived in but never lacking in appearance. He set the luggage atop a coffer that footed the queen-sized bed and turned to exit the room. “See you at dinner, hopefully. It’s in a couple hours or so.”

And then he was gone, disappearing about the doorway a moment later and shutting the door behind him once Silveus was inside. He deserved his privacy, after all.

About the house, there was movement, voices rising and falling, fading or growing. It wasn’t so very long before they began to gather in the same place, summoned by the chime of the clock that announced dinner.

It was always a spread, but it kind of had to be for a gaggle of witches and warlocks. One ridiculously large table full of goodies for their consumption with at least a few dishes as entrees.

There came a soft knock at Silveus’ door and a soft voice announced that dinner would commence shortly. He was welcome of course, and despite the fact that it may have seemed unnecessary to say, it was stated nevertheless.

Faustus, Bastion, Danté, Angeleau, Krista, Juno— so many faces gathered about their table. They arrived in pairs or alone, taking seats for themselves where comfortable. Faustus kept to the far end of the table betwixt his mother and Angeleau, and Bastion had saved a seat for Silveus in the event he elected to join them.

“How is our guest doing?”

“Truthfully? As miserable as expected. Poor chap.” Bastion murmured sympathetically.

“I hope he does join us.” Esmé, their mother glanced curiously at Faustus. “You seem rather button-lipped about his arrival.”

In return, he offered her a humourless smile and no more. “Never mind it. Just tired.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Mm, I’m sure.”

“Quite the spread. Duck, roast, fish?”

“Options, we know not how he eats. There are plenty of vegetables as well if for some reason he is against the consumption of animals.”

“Thoughtful.” Angeleau remarked, dutifully filling a couple of decanters for the table.
  f a u s t u s / Zuckerbiene / 137d 8h 20m 55s
12345678910..22

All posts are either in parody or to be taken as literature. This is a roleplay site. Sexual content is forbidden.

Use of this site constitutes acceptance of our
Privacy Policy, Terms of Service and Use, User Agreement, and Legal.
Roleplay
12345678910..22