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Michelle rolled her eyes at Zane's reaction to her insult. He was acting more like a child than Gracie ever did... and that was saying something. A few moments later he stormed out of the place, leaving her and Tay alone once again.


Why was it that she and him rarely ever got time to themselves? It seemed no matter what someone or something from one of their pasts was interrupting them. Michelle only returned her attention to the present and the conversation when Tay mentioned writing her. She quirked an eyebrow at him, but said nothing. She had learned awhile ago that it was easier to let him get all his thoughts out (no matter how long it took him), before she answered. It usually ended on a more interesting note if she waited after all.


The apology came as a shock, but his next request was what she'd meant by an interesting note. The smirk crawled onto her lips without any thought of her own; silver eyes studied him, curious as to what was waging war in his head at this very moment. She could never tell if the passion in his eyes was for her, or for some distant future he never could quite grasp. Her steps led her forward, closer to him, and she had to tilt her head to continue looking at him. Still as curious as always, even with Ada's warnings ringing in the far reaches of her mind. 'You'll end up dead because of him.' but of course she would. Hadn't that always been the type of person she found herself around? She'd grown up in a house where fighting for her life was a daily struggle. It was no wonder that she had found herself in love with a maniac who was sure to get her killed one day. No wonder at all.


But did she really want to leave with him? Forever? She had friends and family here. She had a semblance of a life here... but in the end hadn't it always come down to him? Hadn't it always come down to waiting for him, looking for him, or being with him? Her family was safe now. Ada was married with kids. Grace was near impossible to kill and had Dom. Olyvia had grown distant and quiet. Her friends had lives of their own. She raised an eyebrow silently, looking up at him, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly. "Why me Tay?" She asked quietly. "In my first year at Hogwarts, you chose me and you kept coming back. You brought me with you to places that I doubt you share with anyone and let me into your head and your past. So I want to know why me?" She wanted to know. If he told her, if he gave her an answer that she knew was the truth, maybe she'd go with him. Maybe... she hadn't decided yet.



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ஐI’ve got ภ๏ҭђเภﻮ left to ใ๏รєஐ
ஐ єνєгұҭђเภﻮ that I’ve๒єς๏๓єஐ
ஐJust ғคใใร เภҭ๏ the єภ๔ஐ

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𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third
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[Summer 2027]




”Why?” he breathed, the broken record of a player, and repeated, ”why?” It was so simple, but the words too infinitesimal to justify. He was, in all truths, taken aback at the interrogation, he didn't expect it—but he wasn't expecting anything, really—he shook his head and the bitter roll of a laugh trickled past his lips. ”Because you've always been unafraid to say yes—did that somehow change?” It was hard to rein in the resentment; he'd never had to defend himself, not to her, nor anyone. It would be a waste of breath and time. Tay's dubious reputation had cemented itself in these past years, almost something of a scandal in the circles of pureblood aristocracy. It was also a bit outlandish of him to imagine what it really would mean to Michelle if she vanished like a ghost; she had friends, family who cared for her, Tay had none. He could never understand. Maybe that was why he felt the blood in his veins boil, rejection hadn't settled in his stomach well, it burned.

”Were you expecting something poetic?” His voice was low, bitter as it was somber. ”Something like Shakespeare? Or Chaucer?” He hung his head to the left, brow angled conspicuously. ”Suppose I owe you as much, after all we've been through...” He paused then, the moment in time suspended. He felt vast, as open as the sea, and it resounded with a hollow emptiness—had it always been so empty? He couldn't even remember anymore. ”Maybe one day, I'll read it all for you.”

”Don't answer,” he straightened his posture and held up a hand suddenly, his mind had changed directions like the wind. ”not that, at least...” Tay suddenly found he didn't want to know the answer anymore, pitting himself against literally everyone else she knows—no, he didn't want to know the answer. ”Say you'll have a drink with me.” Surely, she wouldn't say no.




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Michelle shook her head slowly, as if she was laughing at him in her head, the smirk still playing on her face. Such a Tay answer. What had she been expecting though? He was Tay, it wasn't like they were some ooey gooey couple like Ada and Chris. Hell they weren't even really a couple. They were delusional maniacs obsessed with each other at best.... but that was what she liked about him. There was nothing normal about their relationship. That's why they got along... that's why she'd waited 3 years for him. She could see the rejection boiling in his eyes, it was the closest thing she'd ever seen to hurt and maybe that was what settled her mind. She'd go with him. She always would and always had. The people she'd have to leave behind... well they'd live without her. They'd proven as much over the past few years.


At his mention of poetry, a laugh, although slightly bitter, actually fell from her lips. "You? Read poetry? I'd love to see that." She teased, smirking at him. The small smile that had played across her lips during the laugh had quickly melted away. It was rare that smiles lasted with her anymore. She honestly didn't feel much of anything anymore. It was like it'd all died with Vincent. She needed a new goal in life, and Tay was the only thing she had to hold onto anymore; the only one that could give her something to do, something that her mind would find interesting.


Her lips parted, about to answer his question, about to say yes, when he held up a hand, silencing her before she could speak. Her jaw snapped shut and she raised an eyebrow at him. He almost sounded.... afraid.... Was he scared she'd leave him? Now after so many years? After waiting for 3 years for him? Honestly, it was like he didn't even know her. She sighed, a small smile playing on her lips. "Of course I'll have a drink with you Tay."



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ஐI’ve got ภ๏ҭђเภﻮ left to ใ๏รєஐ
ஐ єνєгұҭђเภﻮ that I’ve๒єς๏๓єஐ
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𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third
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[Summer 2027]




Amusement flashed in her eye like the spark of a predator who'd just caught sight of it's next prey; he had missed it, and her, more than he was ever willing to admit, she felt like home. The emptiness of the bar marred from his vision, they were the only ones in the room, and he wouldn't have it any other way. So many unspoken words riddled plunging depths, the shroud of his aura glowed in her presence, reawakened so suddenly. The idle illusion of Divination had crossed his mind once again, but this time, he couldn't help but wonder what he would see in her future, in her palm or in the cards, he was curious without a doubt. He nearly spurned himself to ask, but was cut off before he could, all the better, no need to reveal just how capricious he's been. ”I'm sure you would,” he mused, the closest thing to poetry he's ever touched were the bitter prose texts of ancient curses and potionmaking.

With the inclination of his head, he motioned her to follow him back to his previous seat in one of the stools situated at the bar. He caught the eye of a tender, ordered a drink, bourbon neat, and motioned for Michelle to follow suit, paid quickly and made no indication of speaking until after he'd drained the glass and ordered another. ”So...” he paused. How do you just ask someone if their planned murder went well? Finally, he decided this was neither the time or place to ask. ”How long have you been back? Was it recently?” Did it matter though? It wasn't as if he'd made an effort to find her, why should he expect her to have done the same. Especially after two years of waiting; Merlin, had it really been two years? So much has happened in all that time, and so much more yet to come, he could feel it in his bones. ”Have you any plans for what's next?” He has none, still. Other than, for lack of a better term, apprenticing under Megan, he had no idea what was left for him to do in this world. She was maniacal as she was deranged, so what did that really leave him?





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Devlyn Maycry

 

[a porg]

DON'T wanna let you down↴ BUT I amxx✖h e l lxxb o u n d✖
Though this is all for you Don't wanna hide the truth
Though this is all for you Don't wanna hide the truth
DON'T get too close It’s DARK inside
IT'S WHERE MY ♟DEMONS HIDE
IT'S WHERE MY DEMONS♟ HIDE

By now, the young man had gotten used to the dreams. It often seemed as if he hardly had any new
ones these days. He always saw the same faces, heard the same voices. As hard as Phantom had
tried to rid himself of Zane Acacia, his mind just would not let him forget the boy that had murdered
his sister just to get away from the thing that wore Tay's face.

But unlike all the days past, the vampire found himself unable to sleep through these dreams. Instead,
he was torn from them by the smell of something burning. It had to be close. Phantom sprang out of bed
at the realization that there were no buildings close to the Shack. That meant the burning smell had to be
coming from the building.

He groaned to find that the sun was still up. It had been so long since he had last seen it, and that time
hadn't gone so well. Had Strike not been there to demand him to go to sleep, Phantom would have
never made it past the fledgling stage. The vampire hoped that it was something simple. Phineas and Kali
were on vacation, and so they wouldn't be able to help. He didn't dare wake the girls. They were younger,
they wouldn't last as long as he would.

Phantom stumbled as he made his way to the stairs. He didn't need to make it down them to
know that the lower level was on fire. It would spread quickly, after all, Eric had made this place
a bar, and that's how he and his cousins kept it. But why was it on fire to begin with? He didn't
have time to think about that. He needed to get his clan out.

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[Essy ze Ninja]

𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third

𝕺cclumens, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni

[Summer 2030]

”Oh, I know,” he smiled behind his mask, ”But when has he ever been happy with me?” He replied childishly, absolutely thriving in this scattered chaos; the only thing he had ever known. One direction, he saw the death eaters, their carved wands pointed at the sky, and in the other, it was blood stained innocence and fresh fallen snow, it was burning hot sands and a thousand slaves, it was green eyes, green eyes, green eyes, gray. ”Raines?” Boldly sliding his mask off, he leaned forward hoping to snare that lion in his fangs, but saw nothing—no one—not Colton. Reeling backwards clawed fingers tore at his jaw as he eyed Michelle, only to stifle back a shuddering breath. But couldn't speak. It was all in his head, it's always all in his head, why can't he realize that? But what if they are here, Phinelia never strayed far from her lion. As Tay turned back to that spot where he swore he saw those gray eyes, it was his own madness that stared back at him. ”.....Let's go,” he slid his mask over gold, turned his back to the distant memory and stepped through the fire.

Ravenous flames devoured the wooden beams and pillars, ribbons of red and orange and yellow licking at the walls as black smoldering smoke climbed to reach the high sun. ”Come out, come out, where ever you aaaaree.” Thick and gravelly, a low voice sung out into the tavern shortly before he kicked the front door off its hinges until it clattered to the ground. A gale of gray smoke flooded through the doorway, he pointed his wand ahead of him and a torrent of fresh air rushed inside, expelling the excess smoke for a clearer range of view. Three years ago, they spat their empty threats, but today, that was all going to change.

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Devlyn Maycry

Violet the Maestro

Porcelaine Ivory

 

[a porg]

DON'T wanna let you down↴ BUT I amxx✖h e l lxxb o u n d✖
Though this is all for you Don't wanna hide the truth
Though this is all for you Don't wanna hide the truth
DON'T get too close It’s DARK inside
IT'S WHERE MY ♟DEMONS HIDE
IT'S WHERE MY DEMONS♟ HIDE

As soon as Phantom heard the voice, he knew why the Shack was on fire. After all these years, it
appeared that all of it was going to end here, and it was going to end now. The vampire struggled
to avoid the rays of sunlight peaking through the curtains to grab his wand. There was no way
Phantom was going to meet Tay unarmed.

Turning himself invisible, he made his way downstairs and saw his enemy standing there. Phantom
already was starting to feel a headache coming on. He couldn't tell if it was the fire or the sunlight.
He just hoped he'd last long enough to get rid of Tay.

"Come out? Now why would I do such a thing? Don't you know why they call me Phantom?"
the vampire taunted as he moved around. He did not want Tay to hear where he was. That would
defeat the purpose of him being invisible.

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Essy ze Ninja

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third

𝕺cclumens, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni

[Summer 2030]

Sinfully stitched thoughts and carcinogenic memories raced to turmoil; black poison pumping in his creeping veins, skipping a beat between every breath he takes. Perspiring beads slid down the back of his neck, the heat rose in slow burning columns. Jowl tightened grinding teeth to the bone, but he held his stance, never to lower his pointed wand. Besides the roar of kindling wood, an eerie silence began to worm under his skin. Then he heard him, his voice, but still, he saw no one. He didn't move, but frantic eyes darted beneath the sanctity of his mask, waiting. ”Oh—C'mon, Zane,” he spat, taunting with a baited hook. ”Don't you ever get tired of hiding?” He swallowed a dry lump in the back of throat, unnerved, but not in foreign territory. He was used to the darkness, to being blinded; but not under stakes this high, and not with the added threat of being burnt alive. Frustrated, he tore the mask from his face and it clattered to the floor as he cursed under his breath, "coward."

”Lustro circulus,” he summoned with a sharp turn of his wand, spewing a ring of fiery gold to shield himself from being blindsided. He circled in his spot like a caged beast, almost vulnerable. ”Bombarda!” He slung forward, an eruption collided with a wooden table, demolishing it into pieces as he struggled to keep vigil in the midst of all this smoke and fire, hoping to catch even a glimmer of peculiarity to strike down with another spell.

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Devlyn Maycry

Violet the Maestro

 

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The snake followed him into the burning shack, avoiding the flames as best she could. He didn't make it any easier as he flung fire around himself and burst a flaming table into the smithereens. She ducked out of the way of one of the shards as it came flying towards her masked face, and shot a silver glare at him.


She tilted her head, not even bothering to look for him. She knew exactly why they called him Phantom. One of his "children" was her cousin after all. She ducked into Tay's circle of golden fire, and slid herself up against his back. She was wary of what Phantom would throw at them, and knew the safest place for her to be was right next to him. He had always kept her... safeish. Her wand was held between thin pale fingers, and her other hand was posed to send spells flying in a moments notice.



ஐCallin’ out รเภร just to pass the ҭเ๓єஐ
ஐI’ve got ภ๏ҭђเภﻮ left to ใ๏รєஐ
ஐ єνєгұҭђเภﻮ that I’ve๒єς๏๓єஐ
ஐJust ғคใใร เภҭ๏ the єภ๔ஐ

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DON'T wanna let you down↴ BUT I amxx✖h e l lxxb o u n d✖
Though this is all for you Don't wanna hide the truth
Though this is all for you Don't wanna hide the truth
DON'T get too close It’s DARK inside
IT'S WHERE MY ♟DEMONS HIDE
IT'S WHERE MY DEMONS♟ HIDE

Phantom already knew that this was one of those nights where it was going to suck to be dating a
Seer. He had planned something quite wonderful for Yama, and he wanted his boyfriend to be
surprised. Of course, Phantom knew that Yama wouldn't let on if he knew what the plans were for
tonight. After all, it was more than likely that he could tell something about the vampire's past was
off. At some point, that would have to be discussed, but that was something that the vampire liked
to leave in the past. There was no sense dragging it all out now.

As Phantom left his room to go downstairs, he wasn't sure what he could feel more, the butterflies
in his stomach, or the little box in his pocket. He knew he needed to be calm, or otherwise Yama
would know something was up. After all, his coming here was a common occurrence. Most of their
meetups happened here. It wasn't that he was overworked, but rather that Phantom felt anxious
about leaving the safety of the Shack. People might have forgotten about Zane Acacia, but
Phantom still remembered what the boy did. Not aging didn't exactly help him much.

Once at the bottom of the stairs, Phantom saw Yama sitting at the bar. At that moment, the
butterflies seemed to turn into birds trying to escape. Taking a breath to compose himself, the
vampire walked over to the bar and stopped just behind the Seer. Yama was doing something with
his cards. Phantom didn't entirely understand it, but he was interested in what they said. Who
wouldn't be interested in the future?

"Anything interesting?" he asked as he took the seat next to Yama.

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