Horologium
RPing as Cyrus Alexander Darsel (Ilvermorny iNPC)
The 'fit: this on top, with acid-washed jeans on the bottom & wizard crocs on his feet. he is wearing socks with ducks on them with his crocs.
Cyrus was leaving tomorrow, and as he tossed and turned in hopes of finding a serenity in his slumber, his thoughts kept drifting to memories of the night before. His joy was found in life, then, in the remembrance of the past much as he yearned to reside solely in the present, and he found himself wishing his Haven was next to him, wishing he could smile at her and brush her hair out of her face and kiss her until she smiled and laughed back at him.
He didn't know what he would do without her starting tomorrow. He was leaving, and then after that, he would be in the US and she would be in the UK, with all the distance in the world dividing them. A schism would even separate their perceptions of time—a five hour time difference would ensure that when Cyrus glanced up at the sun, at the moon, it would not be the same celestial object Haven saw, not really.
Thinking of the night sky made him sit up in bed, and, carefully, he got dressed. He tied a cute little duck tie around his neck in hopes of feeling more secure, and, knowing it was disallowed but still powering through despite that, he headed outside.
The Scottish air smelt of lakewater and fresh pine, the same smell that had mixed with the scent of Haven's perfume and shampoo yesterday. Cyrus sighed and slipped his hands into his jacket's pocket, taking a deep inhale of the comforting air around him, before he began to properly walk. He meandered around the lake's perimeter in a fowl imitation of his favourite birds. Above him, the stars twinkled in a mostly-clear night sky, the movement of a few wispy clouds the only thing to indicate the passing of time.
Thinking he was sufficiently away from anyone who might get him in trouble, Cyrus sat at the edge of the lake and reclined so that he was leaning back on his arms. He lifted his gaze to the sky and smiled as he stared at the stars—for now, they were the same stars his love would see if she looked out the window, and that, to him, was a blessing.
He didn't know what he would do without her starting tomorrow. He was leaving, and then after that, he would be in the US and she would be in the UK, with all the distance in the world dividing them. A schism would even separate their perceptions of time—a five hour time difference would ensure that when Cyrus glanced up at the sun, at the moon, it would not be the same celestial object Haven saw, not really.
Thinking of the night sky made him sit up in bed, and, carefully, he got dressed. He tied a cute little duck tie around his neck in hopes of feeling more secure, and, knowing it was disallowed but still powering through despite that, he headed outside.
The Scottish air smelt of lakewater and fresh pine, the same smell that had mixed with the scent of Haven's perfume and shampoo yesterday. Cyrus sighed and slipped his hands into his jacket's pocket, taking a deep inhale of the comforting air around him, before he began to properly walk. He meandered around the lake's perimeter in a fowl imitation of his favourite birds. Above him, the stars twinkled in a mostly-clear night sky, the movement of a few wispy clouds the only thing to indicate the passing of time.
Thinking he was sufficiently away from anyone who might get him in trouble, Cyrus sat at the edge of the lake and reclined so that he was leaning back on his arms. He lifted his gaze to the sky and smiled as he stared at the stars—for now, they were the same stars his love would see if she looked out the window, and that, to him, was a blessing.
Date: 12 April 2025
Time: Night
Location: Grounds
Private to: @Damien Dragonclaw
[pc] koko riddle · 'i was raised up to be admired.'
'hey! bom bom bom. got any grapes?' · cyrus darsel [inpc]
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Damien was laying in his bed staring up at the ceiling, he couldn’t sleep he felt restless as he just laid their hopelessly. He decided to get out of his bed and put on his normal more outdoor clothes as he figured maybe taking a nightly stroll even if it’s short would help him get a good night sleep. He slowly snuck out of Ravenclaw tower making sure not to wake up any of his other housemates as he made sure the close was clear before wondering off down towards the grounds as he decided to sit down close by the lake. He had left his Astronomy book back in the boys dormitory so he figured he’d just stare up at the stars and admiring how pretty they were. As he was making his way towards the grounds he realized he’s been spending a lot of his time this year looking at the stars he made a note to try and find a place to pratice his other hobbies like painting and most importantly baking as he needed to bake a few things for his friends. Once he made his way to the grounds he stopped as he noticed a boy already their looking up at the stars, just his luck it seems every time he wants to look at the stars fate places someone in his path to leave a impression on him. He decided to sit down a little distance away from him and just sit their in silence looking out at the lake and admiring the view, it’s moments like this he wished he had his paint supplies. |
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| IC date: 12th of Apirl 2025 | Interactions: @Cyrus Darsel |
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Horologium
RPing as Cyrus Alexander Darsel (Ilvermorny iNPC)
The 'fit: this on top, with acid-washed jeans on the bottom & wizard crocs on his feet. he is wearing socks with ducks on them with his crocs.
The muffled sound of footsteps on midnight dew made Cyrus lower his chin and angle his head so that he was now staring off into the distance. He blinked, and then he listened—first, there was the quiet twittering of birds; then, the gentle lapping of the lustrous lake against the land; and still then, the rustling of his own clothes against the ground as he shifted in his seated position.
Finally more accustomed to the lack of glittering starlight on the ground, he was able to discern a figure in the distance, seated in a manner that was rather similar to his own. Cyrus offered a quiet wave, but, not knowing if he would be seen, he eventually stood and stretched.
His shoes squelched gently against the grass as he slowly approached the boy, who seemed quite a bit younger than himself. He took a seat without asking, but, with an astonished smile on his face, he said, 'It really is beautiful, isn't it?' in a voice that could glide over glass.
On a good night at Ilvermorny, it was easy to spot the winding branches of the Milky Way, to climb up to an uncovered clearing or even the top of a tree and simply watch the stars twinkle lovingly down at the earth. Cyrus had not expected to find such a welcome similarity at Hogwarts. 'It kind of reminds me of Henry's River Landscape by Moonlight. You know, what with how easy it is to see all the colours in the sky, to understand that there is light even in the darkness.' Cyrus nodded slowly to himself, unaware of whether the boy next to him had heard him or not. 'I like to watch the stars back in the States. I didn't realise it was so enchanting here, too.'
Finally more accustomed to the lack of glittering starlight on the ground, he was able to discern a figure in the distance, seated in a manner that was rather similar to his own. Cyrus offered a quiet wave, but, not knowing if he would be seen, he eventually stood and stretched.
His shoes squelched gently against the grass as he slowly approached the boy, who seemed quite a bit younger than himself. He took a seat without asking, but, with an astonished smile on his face, he said, 'It really is beautiful, isn't it?' in a voice that could glide over glass.
On a good night at Ilvermorny, it was easy to spot the winding branches of the Milky Way, to climb up to an uncovered clearing or even the top of a tree and simply watch the stars twinkle lovingly down at the earth. Cyrus had not expected to find such a welcome similarity at Hogwarts. 'It kind of reminds me of Henry's River Landscape by Moonlight. You know, what with how easy it is to see all the colours in the sky, to understand that there is light even in the darkness.' Cyrus nodded slowly to himself, unaware of whether the boy next to him had heard him or not. 'I like to watch the stars back in the States. I didn't realise it was so enchanting here, too.'
Date: 12 April 2025
Time: Night
Location: Grounds
Private to: @Damien Dragonclaw
[pc] koko riddle · 'i was raised up to be admired.'
'hey! bom bom bom. got any grapes?' · cyrus darsel [inpc]
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Damien was so caught up in looking at the beautiful night sky like he did many other nights he didn’t even noticed Cyrus giving him a small wave or even notice him get up and slowly walk towards him. Damien had this sorta of sense that when he was underneath the stars his whole surrounding is unnoticeable as he focusing his attention on the magnificent stars above. He finally came back to his senses as he heard someone speaking and looked up to see where the voice was coming from until he noticed a boy who looked much older than him with blonde hair appeared right beside him and was talking to him. Damien jumped slightly as he wasn’t expecting him to even appear next to him as he slowly thought to himself. When did this guy get so close to me..He thought as he made a mental note to see his detection skills soon. He thought back to the boy speaking about how beautiful the night sky was before smiling and answering him softly. “Yes…it is quiet beautiful especially tonight” He said as he looked up at the sky until he heard the boy mention something that intrigued him quite a bit. He heard the boy mention how it reminded him of Henry’s River Landscape by Moonlight which was a beautiful painting in Damien’s opinion. He deemed this guy to be worthy of his time. “Yeah…it does kinda remind you of that huh..?” He said softly as he never had thought about it like that before but the night sky did look like a dreamy painting. |
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| IC date: 12th of Apirl | Interactions: @Cyrus Darsel |
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Horologium
RPing as Cyrus Alexander Darsel (Ilvermorny iNPC)
The 'fit: this on top, with acid-washed jeans on the bottom & wizard crocs on his feet. he is wearing socks with ducks on them with his crocs.
Cyrus's eyes widened when the boy seemed to jump due to his presence, but he hoped his ever-present smile and positive demeanour would ensure he was not scaring anyone. He stretched his arms out in front of him, lacing his fingers together until he heard a small pop of his joints, and he laughed quietly as to not distract his fellow stargazer.
The starts twinkled above him like a good omen, causing his smile to widen. Of course it was a good omen. He had a girlfriend now, the most perfect girl in the world, and he was going to graduate soon and go learn more about the world he lived in, and then he was going to bring joy to everyone around him... oh, golly goose, was he excited!
The only downside was that real, proper adulthood meant he had to say goodbye to a lot of his friends. He heavily disliked that idea. He let his gaze brush over the boy next to him, and curiosity took over—was he from Hogwarts? Was he, too, not from here? Did he appreciate the beauty and wonder of nature all the same as Cyrus?
'Yeah... it's so cool how humans have been able to capture the beauty of nature. Sometimes I think a photograph doesn't do it justice. Like... we embellish nature. We take it and add the joy it brings us. That's what's so cool about art.' Cyrus laughed quietly. 'Sorry to bother you, by the way! I didn't know if you were wanting to be talked to or not.'
He held out his hand as etiquette required. 'I'm Cyrus, by the way. From Ilvermorny—the US, specifically.'
The starts twinkled above him like a good omen, causing his smile to widen. Of course it was a good omen. He had a girlfriend now, the most perfect girl in the world, and he was going to graduate soon and go learn more about the world he lived in, and then he was going to bring joy to everyone around him... oh, golly goose, was he excited!
The only downside was that real, proper adulthood meant he had to say goodbye to a lot of his friends. He heavily disliked that idea. He let his gaze brush over the boy next to him, and curiosity took over—was he from Hogwarts? Was he, too, not from here? Did he appreciate the beauty and wonder of nature all the same as Cyrus?
'Yeah... it's so cool how humans have been able to capture the beauty of nature. Sometimes I think a photograph doesn't do it justice. Like... we embellish nature. We take it and add the joy it brings us. That's what's so cool about art.' Cyrus laughed quietly. 'Sorry to bother you, by the way! I didn't know if you were wanting to be talked to or not.'
He held out his hand as etiquette required. 'I'm Cyrus, by the way. From Ilvermorny—the US, specifically.'
Date: 12 April 2025
Time: Night
Location: Grounds
Private to: @Damien Dragonclaw
[pc] koko riddle · 'i was raised up to be admired.'
'hey! bom bom bom. got any grapes?' · cyrus darsel [inpc]
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Damien just quietly listened to the other boy talk as the first words out of his mouth intrigued him quite a bit Damien heavily believed that nature and it’s beautiful gifts it gave us was in its on way art and he always loved observing it and admiring all it had to offer, and to him no photo could really do the beautiful works of art that nature created justice. He nodded along with the older boy before looking over at him as he examined him closely, he noticed the boy was wearing a green jacket with a duck tie on it which Damien had never seen anything like it so he found his tie quite fascinating as well as brown pants and what looked to be some weird black shoes. He noticed a little logo on them and squinted to read them closely. Crocs….what the hell are crocs? He thought to himself as he never had heard of crocs before. “You’re quite right no photo could ever truly do these works of art nature creates justice…it’s times like these I wish I would have brought my art supplies. ” He sighed softly before looking over at the boy again. “And no need to apologize I just…I just wasn’t expecting it is all” He mumbled softly as he looked away with an almost sheepish expression. He didn’t understand why until he felt heat rise through his body and into his cheeks making them turn red. Was he..embarrassed ? But that didn’t make any sense how could he be embarrassed just from talking to some student something wasn’t adding up for Damien at the moment. He stayed quiet for a moment as he tried to wrap his head around what was going before he noticed the boy held his hand out, he slowly took it and shook is gently. “Nice to meet you Cyurus..I’m Damien Dragonclaw” He said gently and elegantly as he still felt embarrassed for some reason he felt ridiculous almost like how a brother looked up to their older sibling but that still wasn’t making sense for Damien which ultimately confused Him even more. His curiosity got the better of him before he slowly looked away before speaking as to not make a fool out of himself. “What…what are those ?” He asked as he pointed towards his black crocs as he was avoiding the other boys gaze. |
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| IC date: 12th of April | Interactions: @Cyrus Darsel |
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Horologium
RPing as Cyrus Alexander Darsel (Ilvermorny iNPC)
The 'fit: this on top, with acid-washed jeans on the bottom & wizard crocs on his feet. he is wearing socks with ducks on them with his crocs.
Cyrus was pleased to have found something of a kindred spirit in this Hogwartsian youth. It was far too usual for people to observe Cyrus's joy and whimsy, and even his artistic view towards nature, and think of him as simply a naïve youth who had not been able to experience the horrors of the world. After last fall, he thought himself pretty well-versed in horrors, but the important thing was always to remain positive and hopeful, even in the midst of danger.
Art wouldn't have existed otherwise. Human nature was to find the positive, to embellish, to romanticise; therefore, Cyrus was no different.
He smiled when the other boy introduced himself as Damien Dragonclaw. 'Man, that's a cool name. My last name's just Darsel. Dragonclaw is epic. Sounds like you're a guy in a fantasy novel.' He paused, then added: 'Well, the main guy. The protagonist. Since they wouldn't give a side character such a wicked name!'
He wondered for a moment if it was common for most wizards to have such cool names. He wasn't particularly well-versed in wizarding names, but Professor Fleischer back at Ilvermorny had a cool name, as did Slava Preobrazhensky and Johannes Sauer, some of his friends from Durmstrang. At least Cyrus had a neat enough first name—he liked that it had some relation to the sun, which he always tried to embody the warmth of.
Cyrus was drawn out of his reverie once again by Damien's voice. 'Oh, what? My crocs? They're, well, crocs.' He thought that was a good enough explanation until he remembered that some wizards did not understand the beauty of crocs, or television, or Apple pay. Or rubber ducks. 'Hard to explain! Kind of like, well... they're shoes. But you can wear socks or no socks with them. They have all these holes because people like to put decorations, called jibbitz, in them. I don't have any since I found these Crocs in Diagon Alley. They were kind of expensive, as Crocs go, but I was just overjoyed to find a Crocs vendor in London's greatest wizarding shopping district.'
He grinned at Damien, but then added, 'Oh! I forgot! They're also waterproof!' He laughed. 'It's perfect, since I can wear them anywhere. Snow, heat, rain, desert... you name it, Crocs can do it!'
Cyrus shrugged, chuckling softly. 'Sorry if that was a lot. I just... I really like fashion. I want to be a fashion designer someday.' He would do his best to meet Damien's gaze, but wouldn't try too hard in case the boy did not want to look at him. 'What are some things you like?'
Art wouldn't have existed otherwise. Human nature was to find the positive, to embellish, to romanticise; therefore, Cyrus was no different.
He smiled when the other boy introduced himself as Damien Dragonclaw. 'Man, that's a cool name. My last name's just Darsel. Dragonclaw is epic. Sounds like you're a guy in a fantasy novel.' He paused, then added: 'Well, the main guy. The protagonist. Since they wouldn't give a side character such a wicked name!'
He wondered for a moment if it was common for most wizards to have such cool names. He wasn't particularly well-versed in wizarding names, but Professor Fleischer back at Ilvermorny had a cool name, as did Slava Preobrazhensky and Johannes Sauer, some of his friends from Durmstrang. At least Cyrus had a neat enough first name—he liked that it had some relation to the sun, which he always tried to embody the warmth of.
Cyrus was drawn out of his reverie once again by Damien's voice. 'Oh, what? My crocs? They're, well, crocs.' He thought that was a good enough explanation until he remembered that some wizards did not understand the beauty of crocs, or television, or Apple pay. Or rubber ducks. 'Hard to explain! Kind of like, well... they're shoes. But you can wear socks or no socks with them. They have all these holes because people like to put decorations, called jibbitz, in them. I don't have any since I found these Crocs in Diagon Alley. They were kind of expensive, as Crocs go, but I was just overjoyed to find a Crocs vendor in London's greatest wizarding shopping district.'
He grinned at Damien, but then added, 'Oh! I forgot! They're also waterproof!' He laughed. 'It's perfect, since I can wear them anywhere. Snow, heat, rain, desert... you name it, Crocs can do it!'
Cyrus shrugged, chuckling softly. 'Sorry if that was a lot. I just... I really like fashion. I want to be a fashion designer someday.' He would do his best to meet Damien's gaze, but wouldn't try too hard in case the boy did not want to look at him. 'What are some things you like?'
Date: 12 April 2025
Time: Night
Location: Grounds
Private to: @Damien Dragonclaw
[pc] koko riddle · 'i was raised up to be admired.'
'hey! bom bom bom. got any grapes?' · cyrus darsel [inpc]
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Damien was enjoying Cyrus company as he seemed so joyful and just over all knew how to brighter up the area around him. Plus he just seemed so full of life like how Damien was so what was there not to like about the guy. Plus he seemed like a guy who had a good eye for artistic talent so it was like a match made in heaven. Besides he had yet to find someone minus one person interested in art but also sort of thought like him so it was refreshing to say the least. He let out a small chuckle as it was impressive how Cyrus thought his last name was cool, as to Damien it was simply just his family last name noting too special about it. “Ha ha..you really think so ? It isn’t that special to me and your last name is pretty good too!” As he complimented the other boys last name his eyes widen as the boy had said Damien last name was so cool it sounded like a main character in a story. He didn’t know what to say as hearing that compliment made a small amount of heat rise up to his cheeks creating a small blush on his face as he wasn’t expecting the compliment. “I..oh thank you I wasn’t expecting that.” Damien realized that this guy must not have been a pureblood as most purebloods sometimes had very unique and rare names so he assume he may have been a half kid or even a muggleborn but he didn’t mind as he seemed like a nice guy. Damien just stared blankly at him as he was trying to explain what crocs were so fair he wasn’t doing too good of a job at it. He finally understood that crocs were these unique types of shoes that you could wear anywhere anytime of the day. Damien never understand why muggles made such weird creatures but he had to admit Cyrus crocs did look comftable. He silently thought to himself while admiring them. Hm…they do look quite comfortable to be honest..better than dress shoes. As he thought about it he slowly mumbl r to himself nor fully paying attention. “I…I wish I had some they look comfortable.” |
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| IC date: 12th of April | Interactions: @Cyrus Darsel |
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Horologium
RPing as Cyrus Alexander Darsel (Ilvermorny iNPC)
The 'fit: this on top, with acid-washed jeans on the bottom & wizard crocs on his feet. he is wearing socks with ducks on them with his crocs.
That Damien didn't think his surname was neat was what cemented Cyrus's hypothesis into his brain: the guy just had to be a pure-blood. Like, Cy was a Muggle-born, and he'd never met anyone with dragon in their surname. Well, unless you counted Osvaldo Dragún, whom he'd never met, but he had very much appreciated the play The Man Who Turned Into a Dog. He didn't even know if Dragún meant dragon! It just sounded the same to him.
He still smiled when Damien complimented his name. Personally, he thought his first name was cooler. Or his mother's maiden name. Delaire just sounded cool. But still not as epic as Dragonclaw.
He might have been a little too impressed for it to be a normal reaction.
Cyrus hoped he hadn't made Damien too uncomfortable with the compliment. He knew that, sometimes, people didn't always want to be complimented. However, if offering kind words to someone brought him even the chance to bring joy to their hearts... well, who was he to stop saying nice things?
Cyrus gave a small hum when Damien said the Crocs looked comfortable. He wriggled his toes to test the theory. 'Your hypothesis is correct, Mister Dragonclaw!' he exclaimed theatrically. 'Especially with socks. I'd recommend wearing socks with them. Don't go barefoot.'
He laughed softly. 'Well... I don't have my extra pairs on me, as I left 'em back in the States. I bought so many. I think I terrified that poor shopkeeper. But maybe I can owl you a set when I get back to Ilvermorny? I can add in a cool pair of crazy socks if you want!'
He had no idea if the presumably pure-blooded boy had a clue what 'crazy socks' were, but there was always room for discovery.
He still smiled when Damien complimented his name. Personally, he thought his first name was cooler. Or his mother's maiden name. Delaire just sounded cool. But still not as epic as Dragonclaw.
He might have been a little too impressed for it to be a normal reaction.
Cyrus hoped he hadn't made Damien too uncomfortable with the compliment. He knew that, sometimes, people didn't always want to be complimented. However, if offering kind words to someone brought him even the chance to bring joy to their hearts... well, who was he to stop saying nice things?
Cyrus gave a small hum when Damien said the Crocs looked comfortable. He wriggled his toes to test the theory. 'Your hypothesis is correct, Mister Dragonclaw!' he exclaimed theatrically. 'Especially with socks. I'd recommend wearing socks with them. Don't go barefoot.'
He laughed softly. 'Well... I don't have my extra pairs on me, as I left 'em back in the States. I bought so many. I think I terrified that poor shopkeeper. But maybe I can owl you a set when I get back to Ilvermorny? I can add in a cool pair of crazy socks if you want!'
He had no idea if the presumably pure-blooded boy had a clue what 'crazy socks' were, but there was always room for discovery.
Date: 12 April 2025
Time: Night
Location: Grounds
Private to: @Damien Dragonclaw
[pc] koko riddle · 'i was raised up to be admired.'
'hey! bom bom bom. got any grapes?' · cyrus darsel [inpc]
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Damien had just nodded his head as he observed Cyrus, he seemed to be very energetic and a kind hearted person which Damien quite enjoyed as it felt like he was looking in a mirror of himself and it was nice to find someone who matched his energy and view of the world. He smiled softly as he was glad that his theory was proven right about Cyrus being a Muggle or Muggleborn as he felt a sense of pride being able to tell that he was one. As he listened to him continue to talk about crocs and how their better to wear with socks he made a mental note that if he ever got one to remember this advice. His eye widen as Cyrus offered to owl him a pair of crocs. He wasn’t expecting that so it made his heart fill up with joy but that wasn’t what made his eyes widen what made his eyes widen was the mention of crazy socks. He has never heard of that before and was intrigued was it some sort of socks that were alive and acted crazy ? The more he thought about it the more questions he had. “Crazy socks…like socks that are alive ? Like those um…monster books I see in diagon alley ?” He asked looking intrigued as he wanted to learn more about these crazy socks how would he want to own a pair probably not if they bite him but then that brought up one more question in his mind. “What do you do with them ? And just how do you avoid them biting you ?” To some this would seem like a dumb question to Damien it was a very normal and reasonable question. |
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