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@darius-pucey
Diagon Alley
darius-pucey:
Sure mate. A bit more than I expected it to be.
Originally posted by freakystuffinhere
Darius. Hello. Yes. I knew it would be busy, but still wasn’t quite ready for this.
It can be a pain for sure. How are you?
The night that Knockturn Alley was under fire, Nerissa wasn’t the picture of calm leading lost sheep she tried to project later. Even after the danger was over, her hands and voice were still shaking as she gave her statement to an auror while simultaneously trying to weakly and sporadically fend off a field healer who was trying to apply bruise paste on her and check her pupils. That was until she saw a confused, distant figure that distracted her from both of them as well as the thought that she could have easily died that night if a few details were different.
“Darius!” She stood to her feet so he would see her and waved. She had completely forgotten telling him to meet her near the end of her shift so she could give him his Christmas present a little late. She made a stalling gesture toward the healer and gave the auror a “I’ll be just a second,” she didn’t wait for an answer to before walking away and walking toward Darius, picking up speed as she got closer and launching herself into his arms. “I am so glad to see you…and glad you weren’t here earlier.”
@darius-pucey
Darius had been packing bits of leftover books, pranks, and potions before making his way to see Nerissa. He'd been planning on meeting Nerissa for a late date after her shift but he hadnt been expecting to see chaos unfold as it had for Hogsmeade. At least, what he saw was the aftermath. The flicking lights of Knockturn Alley showered with broken glass and torn paper confused and intrigued him. But, no matter, he wanted to make sure Nerissa was okay, no matter the gossip. He entered from the shadows to see her being patched up by a healer.
She come running up to him, her beautiful red head bouncing behind her. As she entered his arms he rubbed her back unsure of where to start. He pulled her away as he examined her face, the bruises and her everything intensely. Finally he spoke, a relieved sigh escaped his lips but masked the anger he had to whoever had hurt her. "Are you okay? What happened?" He pulled her back into her arms running his hand down her hair comfortingly.
Diagon Alley
Sorry, can I just squeeze by there? Busy today, isn’t it?
Sure mate. A bit more than I expected it to be.
“No one you met on you travels in Nepal could have made any better,” Jon declared, putting a cup of bhang in Darius’s hand. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to poison you,” he joked so dry in delivery that it could have been taken as serious reassurance. “It’s just pistachios and milk, a little rum, and a fair amount of cannabis,” he explained offhand in his delivery. Though he was pretty open about his occasional indulgences, most still didn’t think he was “the type” and Jon could see why. He typically disparaged anything that resulted in loss of sharpness of thought.
“I have to have some way to cope with being stuck inside these walls with only Gwendolyn most days,” he resorted to dryness again, only slightly bitter sounding but then deigned to actually explain. “It helps me connect better to the spirit realm.” It was an explanation he would have sneered at if anyone else offered it, but from himself, it was excusable. “I’m planning on dreamwalking tonight. If you want something different to drink, you are welcome to that of course, though I’d leave you to help yourself.”
He sat down in a chair near couch Darius was sitting in, his own cup of bhang in his hand, though he sat it down untouched for the moment.
“What have you been up to lately?” Part of him wanted to jump right to business and telling Darius what plans of his own he had, but there was enough time for that.
@darius-pucey
Darius’s hand pressed barely against the cup of bhang. He had had his fair share but sure Jon’s were best. He never faltered on his abilities. They had a dark twisted past between them. Though, now, given the press of recent months, he now knew what it felt like to be the man who sat in front of him. The feeling as if the worl dwas against him and would never under the motives behind why he thought and did what he did. He understood now. Entirely.
“I am sure you wouldn’t harm a conrad, you were never the sort.” He matched in dry tone, though a ping of history displayed in his words. He was quiet for a few moments as his finger trailed the rim of the glass thinking of his travels and now since he had been back.
“Well, you know, just indulging in the pariah lifestyle a certain Weasley has bestowed so lovingly onto me.” He stated both sarcasm and annoyance. He had been loved. Been adorned by those around him. He had his whole life going for him and she had had to fuck it up.
He stared back down at his drink, bringing it to his lips he took a sip, “Thanks mate. This might help with some spell ideas later tonight.” The root, milky, and nutty after taste passed through him in stages. As he let the liquid trail down his lips the crave of his adventures coming back to him with more color. He had missed it. It was nice for those to come back to him with just a little bit of aid from a friend.
“I understand the need for the drink with comparison to your cell mate. She adores you, you know. She will forever be your follower at least.”
insanity-and-daisies:
Taking his face in her hands, having to stand on her tiptoes to do so, there was a moment in which she was not the crazy girl that preyed on his affection. It was just her, Gwndolyn. A broken heart who wanted nothing than for it to be repaired, an empty soul and overall, just a girl. “Don’t lie. It’s bad for your teeth.”
The smile from his face vanished as quick as it appeared. The fairytale had separated from the illusion inside her mind. His eyes narrowed as the clench of his jaw replaced the previous tightness in his cheeks, “If so they should be spoiled rotten.” He whispered harsh and sudden at the petite, fragile girl in front of him. She should know by then he didn’t like being grabbed.
maytelesslucille:
darius-pucey:
“Ah yes, Johnathon would scold at such a comment. Husband killer you say? Should I be worried?” He smirked leaning back feeling pleased too not have to hide a portion of his true self. “Pleasure is all mine beautiful.” Though he didn’t know her well he felt he could trust her more than most he met. She was outspoken and forthright. “Curious question, what do you feel about inventing spells? Creating destruction.”
“Even that word, scold, makes him seem like somebody’s grandfather put into the wrong body,” she commented airily as he confirmed or as close as he needed to for her that he was one of Jonthan’s little gang as she had surmised.
“Only if you get boring,” she replied to his joke about worry, opting for that rather than some return about whether he thought he’d get close enough to need to be worried. “I feel like it’s beyond my wheelhouse,” she demurred from his next question, eyes blinking with an innocence she didn’t possess though the statement was true, “But I’m fascinated with those that can.” Fascinated was perhaps too strong a word, but in that moment she was with him.
Darius smirked at the comment leaning back in his chair with a grin. “Ah, it is as if you have known him longer than I.” He chuckled. Johnthan was more fun to mess with than even he realized. He could tell he was going to like this girl.
Darius soothed with a smirk and a shrug, “Eh, nothing to worry about then. “ He tilted his head curiously at her words as his mind tried to decipher the minx’s lies for truths. “Oh? Hmmm, fascinating am I? Curious.” Was he a monkey to be played with or a creature to be analyzed, that was the bigger question.
“I would think you’d be good at creating a different kind of destruction.” He grinned mischievously. His heart beat quick in his chest at their conversion. It was nice. To feel free to someone he seemed to understand his perspective even in such a short sitting of speaking. She was free. A misfit. A connoisseur of trouble. That fascinated him.
insanity-and-daisies:
Winking at him, Gwen gently placed a small kiss on his lips. It was completely silent, and softly done as if she was worried that she’d break him. Like he was made of glass.
Darius snorted softly at her wink and as she leaned in he lifted one hand from under her and cupped her head making the kiss more firm. “I’m not a bunny little Snow.” He winked back at her setting her down and taking a drink from his water bottle.
Sliding her arms around his waist, she wined in annoyance. He’d been gone all evening and now he wasn’t even giving her the right amount of attention. “Did you meet another girl? Better than I am?” The words held a murderous tone to them.
Darius looked at the girl unsure of the right move, “ What girl would be better than you Snow? We got history. Compared to John isn’t he a better man than I for you?
darius-pucey:
“Mm, nope. Can’t say I have. Though I could say the same to you. I was infamous for all of two seconds by comparison I suppose. Sorry to deflate your power trip dollface, but I have absolutely no idea who you are. I guess at points it hould be nice to have some lesser influence to what others think of you. With that said,” He held his ahnd out to her, “Darius Pucey, former expelled Ravenclaw, torturer, gifted spell maker and Occlumens, infamous percieved murderer and an expert liar” He grinned sarcastically. “What has society deemed is your infamous title beautiful.”
“Ooh are you one of Jonathan’s friends?” She leaned forward in her seat, interested now as he rattled off a list. It was quite the leap to make to think this Darius knew Lawrence’s young ally just because he was claiming a certain resume and was the right age, but in her mind she could take that as an explanation for his openness, and an excuse for his lack of wariness about the Mayte. “Dreadfully dull, Jonathan. So sexless and serious,” she confided. “Though I only met him once briefly.”
“Lucille Baughan known here as Lucille Fajka. From the thought to be mythical Mayte. Accessory to kidnapping. Terrorist. Dragon tamer. Possible husband killer…and of course expert liar. I was also responsible for a family of muggleborns being killed but that was simply years ago. Who remembers?”
It was of course, half lies because she had still been in Mayte when Lawrence had kidnapped all those people, her twin was the one that had the bond with the dragon though Lucille had been with her during the burning of Hogsmeade, and she hadn’t actually killed her husband. But she would have helped with the kidnappings, she had ridden the dragon, and so forth. She did count as a terrorist though, having been part of the attack on the Hary Potter Memorial Gala and then the burning of Hogsmeade, and the killing of the Kiley family was all her shame or pride depending on who asked and what mood she was in when asked.
“Pleasure to meet you, handsome.”
"Ah yes, Johnathon would scold at such a comment. Husband killer you say? Should I be worried?" He smirked leaning back feeling pleased too not have to hide a portion of his true self. "Pleasure is all mine beautiful." Though he didn't know her well he felt he could trust her more than most he met. She was outspoken and forthright. "Curious question, what do you feel about inventing spells? Creating destruction."
attitude-mayte-vary:
She did have a moment of apprehension when he blocked the door with his gift bag, but it was a short lived moment and much more every day nerves than thinking back on anything Madison had said about “dark magic.” It was gone in a flash before they even stepped outside.
“I’m not that nice,” she protested for the sake of protesting, a laugh in her voice, not even thinking herself that it was half believable. She opened her mouth to refuse the jacket even though she was freezing as soon as the door opened, but the Santa coat was settled on her shoulders before she could refuse. She felt warmer immediately though that was as much the thoughtfulness of the gesture as the coat itself, and she wrapped it around her tighter. “Aren’t you cold though? You’re…well you’re half naked.” Her eyes raked over Darius’s chest and stomach shamelessly even while her voice held a bit of scandal with the worry. “You’re going to catch pneumonia and I don’t need my nursing skills tested that way.” She teased him before complying with his instruction to close her eyes and wait.
When he told her to open she grabbed the offered bag, turning it around to see the different angles of the Santa chimney and commenting, “Even the bag is cute. I’m going to have to save it,” before tearing in. She was surprised to get anything. The bow collar for Mouse would have been enough and got an “I love it,” before she moved on. The other two gifts and their notes had her speechless for a moment. The notes got reread immediately while she bit her lip against a blossoming smile that soon refused to be contained. It was amazingly thoughtful. A little intense for what was technically a first date–second if you counted the coffee– though it felt like she’d known Darius forever and it meant something, meant everything to her really that he was feeling the same.
She looked up at Darius, just staring for a moment, trying to think of something to say that seemed enough when thank you seemed so insufficient. She finally set the bag down carefully on the ground and stepped over it to throw her arms around Darius in a hug, before backing off only a fraction and going in for a kiss instead.
Darius shrugged at her comment, he was his own personal heater less in an elemental way given he wasn’t a fire elemental but more naturally warm. “I’m fine.” He stated before moving on yet enjoying briefly the way his jacket swallowed her whole. “Besides, more to enjoy.” He smirked winking at her playfully with his usual form. A laugh playing on his lips with her nursing comment but left in a smirk following a gentle smile as she closed her eyes.
As she went for the bag he folded his arms to his chest awaiting her expressions. Some might find him heartless, stone-cold, a killer...whatever, but nothing beat the face of surprise and happiness when given a gift. He was sure her’s would be priceless.
He scanned her face wanting to peer inside her mind to know more of what she thought. But, was left intensely curious. When looking for gifts he wanted something more than a “bathroom” i.e., “I barely know you” gift. Based on their last few interactions he recalled enough that well more than enough for a thoughtful Christmas gift. His first run-in with Mouse the tiny, cute terror. Then, the party at Diana’s and now Scorpius. It would seem that fate had placed them in each other’s paths enough times to know it couldn’t be ignored. She was fun. She was beautiful, caring, maybe a little oblivious but it was what made her innocent and pure. He liked that. A lot.
He was about to apologize if it had been too much when she jumped into his arms, her slender frame sliding between his fingers as he wrapped his arms around her, protectively. He peered down at her a genuine smile on his face. He hadn’t felt happy in a rather long time. Maybe even before his mother had passed. He missed how it felt. If this what actually what happiness was. As her lips touched his he moaned gently in the case, picking her up slightly, but gentle enough not to hurt her. He didn’t want to pull back but he wanted to look at her. He pulled back just a millimeter away, “So,” he whispered looking into her eyes, “I assume you like your early Christmas? Did Santa deliver?” he smirked half-jokingly as he peered down at the little present in his arms.
attitude-mayte-vary:
“You got me something? Christmas isn’t even until next month and…really?” She didn’t try even slightly to repress her surprised delight. “I didn’t get you anything. I didn’t know I was supposed to but still.”
It did occur to her, what she could have said about how he might get to unwrap an early Christmas present too later, but she didn’t have the nerve to say it much less know if she would go through with it if she did and she didn’t want him to think she was easy.
“Yes, I can follow you to the terrace,” she began walking as she continued talking. “I wouldn’t want everyone to get jealous Santa only brought out gifts for me.”
They made it up the stairs and into the dark, silent room. He smirked setting his Santa sack on the ground by the door so he would hear if the door opened wanting to only be with his date at the time and unwanting of surprise intruders.
Darius chuckled opening the door for her as they stepped out onto the terrace. “Of course, I am Santa after all. I bring gifts. Everyone else was subpar. They can have a flask. Besides, they can be jealous. You were the only one to make it to the Nice list. I don’t mind that I didn’t get anything. I, honestly, prefer giving the presents. More fun to see someone else’s face. ” Darius sighed as they stepped out fully and out the door. “There we are. Are you cold?” He asked taking off his jacket and placing it on her shoulders. “Okay close your eyes?”
He moved her to the railing pulling his jacket more onto her shoulders, a chill passed over his bare skin his stomach completely exposed and then held the bag out for her, “Okay, you can open.”
Inside the cute Santa in the chimney gift bag wrapped in many layers, of tissue paper are Nerissa’s early Christmas presents. The bow is for Mouse so Nerissa and he can match on their walks.
A note is attached to both the bracelet and the necklace. On the front reads: For your eyes only. (charmed so only she can read it, anyone else will see on the front: For Nerissa and on the back: From Darius )
The backside of each note:
Bracelet: “For those times when the day feels rough, school becomes a drag, or for when you have days when your family past brings you down. All you have to do is look to your wrist and know You Got This.”
Necklace: “This necklace is both useful and symbolic. Because I am just that into you. With the looks as if you are wearing the galaxies around your neck always know you can reach for the stars and beyond. You’re going places even if you don’t know if. But, if you find those places have turned dark i.e., metaphorically or physically, know you will never need your wand to turn on the light, the galaxies held within will be there to guide you lighting every step of the way. Just like your smile.”
@attitude-mayte-vary
“There is my Christmas present, I have the Christmas present’s Christmas present,” Darius smirked holding his hands behind his back with two neatly wrapped presents behind his back. “Care to join this dirty drunken Santa on the terrace?”
@attitude-mayte-vary
Darius’s costume for Scorpius Birthday party: It is both a prankish costume and in my opinion hilarious. Meet Darius, the Drunken Sexy Santa. Sorry, not sorry. His abs make life better. I figured this worked for him given the context of the party, his ex-occupation, and the fact this a man with too many love interests. Get your shiz together Darius.
What is in his Santa Sack you might ask? Well, 150 empty flasks. Merry Christmas.
insanity-and-daisies:
Winking at him, Gwen gently placed a small kiss on his lips. It was completely silent, and softly done as if she was worried that she’d break him. Like he was made of glass.
Darius snorted softly at her wink and as she leaned in he lifted one hand from under her and cupped her head making the kiss more firm. “I’m not a bunny little Snow.” He winked back at her setting her down and taking a drink from his water bottle.
firebrand-roxanne:
“I thought only other people suffering did that,” she shot back glibly, even knowing it wasn’t true.
She was more effected by what he said about her father though, or rather what he didn’t say. She had told him all about how her father’s depression and alcoholism in her letters, not knowing who she had trusted with the information she usually kept private, about how devastated he was even decades later about losing his twin, how withdrawn he could be when he wasn’t manically filled with the energy that fueled the upkeep of his public persona, how she and her brother had practically raised each other with her father often spent out all the effort he could toward being a functional person running his stores and her mother the professional quidditch player turned coach often touring at both phases. In return, he’d told her about the home life most people would have never guessed at for him and they’d bonded over keeping the image of a happier family than there was in reality alive–though in comparison to the family her Warlock had described hers was the perfect family. Not that she was sure anything in Darius’s letters had been true once she learned he’d been the one writing them. It would be like the image she had of him to make up some sob story about an abusive father and his mother’s death being a suicide not sickness to manipulate her emotions.
“I left myself wide open for a cheap shot and you didn’t take it,” she said a bit wonderingly, though she didn’t put too much stock in the small gesture. “I wouldn’t have done the same,” she admitted honestly. “I would have been all over any comment about you turning into your father.”
At her comment, Darius rose an eyebrow with a sly smirk which only ended with a snort. “Mm, yes though this is only on Friday the 13th’s and Halloween, oh and Christmas those time when it matters.” He said in both a joke and sarcasm playing on his tongue. It had been years. This girl could really hold a grudge. Not that he really put it past her but the conversation was growing tiresome and annoying. Though to his surprise, she sounded unsure about him, “Yeah Roxanne. People can change. No one knows what happened to me while I was away, whose to say I am not a different person. But,” He shrugged rubbing the back of his neck, ”well, I wouldn’t put it past you. It is only natural to think I would turn into my father. If not me, my brother, and not a chance that is happening anytime soon.”
insanity-and-daisies:
She had been bored out of her mind the entire evening, without Jonathan or Darius to play with. It was a relief when the event ended, she was finally able to toy around with them. Watching Darius carefully, Gwendolyn walked up to him before wrapping her arms around his neck. “I want a piggyback ride, huntsman.”
He stood suddenly not expecting someone to wrap their arms around his neck had not processed what she said until he had already grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arm around her and practically turning her to face him. Realization struck as a hand was inches from choking her, “Oh. Gwen.It is you.” He exhaled sharply removing his hand and placing it underneath her bottom, “I suppose you got your wish one way or another.” He smirked his boxing gloves thick underneath her.
Darius's side grin grew mischievously as she slide her arms around his neck. "Oh? In what way we're you thinking Little Snow?" His nose touching the tip of her own his smirk devilish. The air in to the room felt thick and tempting.
insanity-and-daisies:
She had been bored out of her mind the entire evening, without Jonathan or Darius to play with. It was a relief when the event ended, she was finally able to toy around with them. Watching Darius carefully, Gwendolyn walked up to him before wrapping her arms around his neck. “I want a piggyback ride, huntsman.”
He stood suddenly not expecting someone to wrap their arms around his neck had not processed what she said until he had already grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arm around her and practically turning her to face him. Realization struck as a hand was inches from choking her, “Oh. Gwen.It is you.” He exhaled sharply removing his hand and placing it underneath her bottom, “I suppose you got your wish one way or another.” He smirked his boxing gloves thick underneath her.
A flash of anger crossed her eyes at his original action, as she was obviously poised to send him flying across the room but paused when he spoke. Laughing at the feeling, she jumped and wrapped her legs around him so that he was, technically, now carrying her. “I’m bored, play a game with me?” With her usual head tilt, Gwen smiled at him. “Why did you go for so long, huntsman?”
Darius grinned with amusement with sweat dripping off his brow his hour of working out heavy in his legs as they quivered. She was heavier than she looked. He smirked his hands cupping her bottom with her legs wrapped around his body. "Aw, sorry princess. Huntsman had duty to attend too. Screwing with the minds of poor, innocent souls." He whispered moving his nose inches from hers a whisper escaping his lips, "So what you think Jon would say if he walked through those doors right now?" He grinned teasing her with a game of his own making.
