Embers Against The Wind
Trigger: Blood, Skin picking disorder.
Mentions:@Magnus BlackwoodA yawn escaped, finally, as Vasilius looked out at the scenery, his arms slowly found themselves wrapping around himself; it was getting rather too chilly to bear, especially in his get-up of pyjamas. His hair gently drifted due to the wind, the usually neat and perfected strands, now a mess as they graced his face. Vasilius, for his part did no effort to fix it, especially in front of someone like Magnus, whose hair was no less of a nest.
He closed his eyes for a while, in an attempt to relish the peaceful atmosphere, when he felt the boy's glance, Magnus's tone was enough to prove that his past words had struck a nerve, but the brunette did not attempt to apologize; afterall apologizing wasn't in his dictionary, especially not for idiots like the one next to him.
"Me engage with you? Mhm, whose the one who came out looking for me?", he spoke, finally looking at the boy, his lips twitching at the edges, in a desperate attempt to create a smirk, but failed to as his poker face remained,
With a rather plain tone, he added, "The kid comment hit you that bad?"
Vasilius slowly cracked his neck as he stared at Magnus. It was a rather calculating stare, trying to understand the boy, his constant mood swings, from calm to anger in a millisecond. Was it a Dhampir issue? Or rather a Magnus issue? Because if it were, Vas wouldn't be surprised.
Vailius scoffed at the boy's mockery of his past complaint about the cigarette. He mocked, "Whining? Try spending your own money on them rather than stealing daddy's cigarettes, you might understand then." He looked away, as he found his hand unknowingly picking his cuticles, a rather painful habit he had, where he'd pick his cuticles until they bled, which could be seen from his hands; they were severely bruised due to it.
His attention was disrupted by a rather strong smell, a cigar. His eyes flicked up to see a bloody cigar in Magnus's hand as if it were some toy; the boy continued to childishly make little hearts with it. Vasilius slowly took the thick stick as he took a drag. It did hit the spot, but not as strongly as Magnus had painted it to be.
"How did you get this? Don't these cost quite a penny to get?" he spoke. He'd seen his grandfather have one of them, though he never had much knowledge of it, being raised in a household where smoking was frowned, it did lead to his lack of knowledge in those matters.
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Muah, the one and only Elisa Shakestra!
Embers Against The Wind
Magnus Blackwood!
DURMSTRANG | SECOND | OUTFIT | HEX
Russian/French | 02.19.2026 | WC 486
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Reducio ACTIONS + MENTIONS @Vasilius Nighthawk |
Reducio OOC NOTES None |
Reducio STATS/OTHER Stamina: 3 Evasion: 6 Strength: 8 Wisdom: 8 ArcPower: 2 Accuracy: 8 Coded by Cirrus Nam |
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Embers Against The Wind
Trigger: Blood, Skin picking disorder, Mental health disorder.
Mentions:@Magnus BlackwoodMidnight had a way to stretch time; everything felt too slow and heavy. The air was cold enough to sting a person with even the highest cold tolerance, running shivers up bones rather than bare skin, the warmth of the coat, draped all of a sudden, almost felt foreign if it wasn't for the familiar smell of Magnus, his usual perfume; a rather strong smell which usually annoyed the young brunette, especially with its contrast to his own light scented choices. But in the dark of the night, it almost felt comforting.
"I don't remember bitching about the cold", he shot back, making finger quotes on the bitching part; he'd neither asked for it, nor was he planning on. Vasilius took a puff of the cigar, almost comforting, as it slowly escaped his mouth, the smoke like a dreamy silk flowing away.
His eyes fell on Magnus, barely wearing anything. He spoke, "Aren't you cold? If this is one of your reckless ways to prove yourself superior, quit it." It wasn't care from Vas's side, at least he hoped it wasn't. For the peace of his mind, he lied to himself that maybe this was just him checking on Magnus to prevent dealing with him the next morning. Normal Magnus was already a twerp with some ticking anger bomb buried in him, sick Magnus, on the other hand? Vasilius couldn't even imagine how horrible that'd be.
"Your folks seem interesting", he spoke, more shot towards the Magizoologist part rather than generational wealth. Growing up with generational wealth, too, Vas knew it was no fun, especially if the family was full of more deeply rooted purebloods, though he doubted that was Magnus's situation. Being a Dhampir potentially meant a much more open-minded family compared to his own family, where even a little interaction with people outside their circle would lead to long rounds of lecture, more from his grandparents than his own parents; they were just out of the picture at this point, more interested in their jobs than their son.
All during the conversation, his hands had been working, fingers picking his cuticles; it stung with light blood but felt comforting on the topic of family, something that usually triggered him. Suddenly, he felt strong fingers around his wrist as Magnus pulled it up, a look of worry in his eyes and etched in his voice.
Vas didn't bother to push him away, nor did he make an effort to explain the truth; he'd seen how people saw him like a monster upon hearing about the horrors that ruled his mind, his state of mental health, so he remained, doing nothing.
"It's none of your business," he managed to mutter, as he looked away.
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Muah, the one and only Elisa Shakestra!
Embers Against The Wind
Magnus Blackwood!
DURMSTRANG | SECOND | OUTFIT | HEX
Russian/French | 02.19.2026 | WC 486
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Reducio ACTIONS + MENTIONS @Vasilius Nighthawk |
Reducio OOC NOTES None |
Reducio STATS/OTHER Stamina: 3 Evasion: 6 Strength: 8 Wisdom: 8 ArcPower: 2 Accuracy: 8 Coded by Cirrus Nam |
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