wisdom from darkness; magic from pain

[arcaneacumen]

in darkness, discovery

faculty:

zacharias rowle ; threads; face; aesthetic

students:

enrico fontaine ; threads; face; aesthetic

olivier bergeron ; threads; face; aesthetic

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Bertie Carvel as Jonathan Strange Jonathan Strange and Mr.Norrell 1.05 (2015)

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Bertie Carvel as Baelor Targaryen A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms 1.02 (2026)

[arcaneacumen]

[ kit connor / twenty / homosexual / cis male / he/him / muggle born ] ⸻ olivier bergeron, is an undergraduate student of college of arcane theory & spellcraft, majoring in experimental spell engineering. they were born in montreal, but currently reside new york when not at wickerby. they’re known to be focused & friendly, but those that cross them have experienced their obsessiveness & pride. when they graduate they hope to become an academic & spellcrafter, and the world knows the expectations and reputation of wickerby students. greatness will come of them, one way or another.

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Bertie Carvel as Simon Foster Doctor Foster 2.01 (2017)

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Bertie Carvel as Adam Dalgliesh Dalgliesh 1.02 (2021)

[notbuckybarnes]

LEO WOODALL Vladimir 1.03 "Enormous Changes at the Last Minute"

[emmrichvolkaryn]

DALGLIESH Shroud for a Nightingale, Part 1

[arcaneacumen]

closed starter for @occultcounsel

enrico was born with a path set out for him, a legacy to push forward, a name to brand further into history. he was so used to the weight sometimes he did not feel it... he was so used to the expectation he never questioned it. even as law scrolls and late night studies made his mind all fuzzy and brought headaches that followed during the day.

the vision was very clear, even as he felt the unflinching stare of his professor, even as he felt hands trying to take him down another path, the sweet whispers of a man who wanted him. it had been an easy choice once, give him what he wants--no homework, no assignments, a dirty old man on his pocket opening doors wherever he needed but that wasn't enough... addison wanted to sink his claws into him, he saw it, felt it every second. the tension, the electricity drawing them together and apart, the offer to mentor him further, his soft voice telling him not to think, to do what he was told.

as another year started he had little expectation the man's attention would be drawn away, even if his own father had made other plans. enrico was rather good at ignoring a problem until he couldn't though, so he bid his time, shared drinks with his alpha sigma rho brothers, laughing and joking until one of them blabbered and--if addison wasn't already inside his mind to know it, he surely knew now.

it didn't take long to find himself in an empty, badly lit classroom off the ballroom. a nervous smirk on his face, half appeasing, half rebelling against the sense of ownership the other had over him. one that his body answered all too well to by now.

"guess you're not looking for an invitation to the wedding?" he chuckled, drawing a little closer, nose brushing his professor's neck like he'd seen his mother do to an irate husband. "they haven't found a suitable match just yet, if that eases your..." he wasn't quite sure how to describe what feelings his professor might have on the whole deal, so he let the words die, engulfed by the scent of him. the dangerous musk of a man that was always at his heel, watching, ready to pounce.

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Bertie Carvel as Simon Foster Doctor Foster  2.03 (2017)

[emziess]

Leo Woodall as Dexter Mayhew One Day (2024), S01E01

[arcaneacumen]

[ leo woodall / twenty-four / heteroflexible / cis male / he/him / pure blood ]  ⸻ enrico fontaine, is a postgraduate student of arcane law & governance, majoring in magical law & wizarding governance. they were born in new york, but currently reside new york when not at wickerby. they’re known to be charming & daring, but those that cross them have experienced their slowness & entitlement. when they graduate they hope to become the macusa president, and the world knows the expectations and reputation of wickerby students. greatness will come of them, one way or another.

[arcaneacumen]

closed starter for @themagicixns

with his last class over hours ago and silence reigning over the towers of the academy, zacharias had yet to retire to his room. late hours often meant study, conversations better kept private and wandering students who thought they could escape his ever watching eyes.

sometimes though, it just meant a welcome reprieve, an exciting new face drawn into the dark of his shadows. ever since he saw him walk into these halls, towering over the other students, towering over him. some of his peers sneered at half-giants, like they secretly sneered at vampires, but zacharias? zacharias was salivating before the boy had even shyly introduced himself.

and now he came for him, heartbeat announcing him before he was even close to the door. sliding it open before that large thick hand could even rasp the wood, "good evening, mister tinsley," his eyes followed the movement of his body, watchful, appreciative, did he come in his pajamas? "i was wondering if you'd come tonight." he did not tell him to sit, he rather enjoyed the tall man stumbling over what to do, until he realized he could do whatever he wanted.

with a wave of his wand the teapot flew from the fire, hot tea poured for his student. "from the herbs you brought me, i hear they go quite well with the additions i made," if his fangs showed up as he smiled it couldn't be helped, they were always out, especially around hank, "i hope i'm not keeping you up late, i'm tempted to offer you a bed to lay in." his bed of course, for he made sure it could hold even a giant.

[abracadabruhs]

"Just... curious.." Hubert had began to say, his tall frame hovering over the doorway of the dean's office. "I had thought you might have been hungry at first before realizing..." His tone is cautious yet playful. Hubert had reserves about vampires, not having many experiences with them nor pretty pleasant ones at that either. Though of course, he knew Zacharias and thought him pleasant outside their usual day to day as school faculty. But at times, the herbology professor could be a bit disorganized and spacey, evident by the plate of food he had managed to take from the mess hall to his office.

"I can go take this back if you'd prefer, but I also.. I don't mind in donating to your coffer as they say..." Hubert continues on, his finger itching across his neck in reaction to seeing the other man's curious eyes.

[arcaneacumen]

"I did not expect to see you here, Hubert..." His smile was welcoming, eyes hovering over his form, to the plate of food, to the movement of his veins as blood pulsed through them. He could taste the unease, deep down, and the intrigue.

"You do know what my diet consists of, I'm certain," a tease of his tongue across his lips, fangs glowing in candlelight. "Sit down, eat," A movement of his hand, wordlessly making it move for him as the dean sat on his own table.

"I can have my dinner after, since you were kind enough to come all this way for it." He lets his eyes linger, staying in the half-light, tempting, dangerous. "We don't often have time to ourselves like this, truthfully, I thought I unnerved you professor."

[wizardsofourtime]

Ambrose lingered in the doorway with all the drama one would expect of an ever-youthful vampire. "I'm not sure either of us has anything to truly fear in those hallways. And sleep is always beyond us both." Beyond some bigoted wizards, anyway. The reputation of vampires in the wizarding world was both a burden and an advantage at times. Ambrose moved into the other's office, his eyes on his sire as he let that soft smirk play along his lips, which somehow just made him look extra beautiful. Ambrose had the sort of beauty that in the past men would have gone to war over, and now that he was a vampire, it somehow simply made him breathtaking in the smallest, controlled movements.

He moved towards the professor's desk, and a single finger ran along the edge of it as he looked over at the older man- both in appearance and actual vampiric age. "I take it you're not going to accept boredom as a proper answer?" There was that little twinkle in his eyes as he leaned forward on the desk, his palms flat against the wood. "And I'm sure it has, more than you know. You can't hide away in your office all night all the time. Sir."

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The dean smiled, motioning his pupil, his son to move closer. "You are still young, these shadows hold much and we are not as powerful as some believe us to be." The words were delivered without weight, however, a gentle reminder Ambrose had heard before.

"Boredom is an excuse and one you're rather fond of, ever so impatient, even before I made you mine."

The title came with a tilt of his voice, one that made him raise an eyebrow, was it taunt, or was it his true answer at last. "I grow distracted with a new term, you know it well... there is much for us to discover now that these halls will be filled once more, but come," he patted his lap, "I mustn't neglect my duties as your maker, tell me what it is you want tonight. Have you fed?" It wouldn't be the first time the lad came to him for it, despite there being no lack of veins to sink his teeth in, even out of school grounds.

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OPEN!

location: occ dean's office, in the dead of night

"the hour is very late," the professor drawled, candle light reflecting in his mismatched eyes as the flames danced across his office, "and those halls were never all that safe to being with."

it was not unheard of for the vampire professor to attend to his students and fellow professors at odd times, darkness suited him well and some of his subjects were meant to be explored when the pale light of the moon barely touched the earth. sometimes, they came with offerings. artifacts, tomes, themselves. blood was a valuable currency, zacharias knew better than most.

"what brings you here then?" he questioned, a small grin on his lips. "has my absence at dinner been felt?"