the grip of his hand on her arm made her jump, a stinging pain made by his touch making her feel as if her hand was going numb. it wasn’t the pressure of his grip, but the pure fact that it was there at all. alice pressed her lips together as she sharply inhaled, looking up from his hand on her arm to his face and his dead eyes. ❛ i don’t need to be your anything, nor do you actually want me to be. ❜ she spat, ripping her arm from his grasp and holding it tight to her side. for whatever reason there was, unbeknownst to her, she thought that decius must have some idea of her that she never was, or never could be. or at least a side that she refused to tread. ❛ you didn’t quite give me any option before, did you ? even then when you gripped my arm ? not quite the free-will situation you think this is, deicus. ❜
“Don’t put words in my mouth Addie darling, not where there’s really lots of things you could be to me.” His grip softened, really because it would be more fun to see what would make her go lax. What would push down her guard before he could just do something to revel in watching it suddenly all bubble up in her again. That reaction really made the effort worth it, and Decius had never been a man to care very much for anything or anyone. Well, he didn’t really care for Adelais Lestrange, more about what havoc he could cause through that special name. “Parents sold you, yet? It’ll be happening soon, even if you said no.” His arm pulled back, eyes and lips pulling tight as if he wanted to smile, and he sort of did. “No free will. How sullen of you, but you’re right. You can make all the choices you want, but that won’t change what happens to you in the end. You see...pre-determination isn’t real, but if somebody wants something more than you...it’ll happen anyway.”
shocker. sirius had to bite his tongue in order to stop himself for saying the word aloud. it didn’t seem like decius would take the subtle hint in leaving him alone, so sirius stood up to face him head on. he’d worry about finding his bag another time. ❛ so then why am i any concern to you ? ❜ the question fell flat at the next one that spilled out of the snakes mouth. sirius knew he needed to keep his cool, he really did, but he also didn’t care. grabbing decius by the collars of his robes, sirius pushed the other into the closest wall — fists bunching up the fabric as he pulled. ❛ shut your mouth, or i’ll shut it for you. ❜
Sometimes Decius wished he didn’t need air, it was pointless to think he did and yet having the wind knocked out of you was always a nice reminder of the fact that it wasn’t the case. “When will you learn? You’re not a concern and acting like you are just makes this much more fun for me.” For a high class lad, Decius found he did not ultimately care for what happened to his clothes, wrinkles or worse with this little guy’s fists tangled in it. If Decius wanted to pretend he was angry, he would pretend he was angry. Instead his own finger just took a little prod at the hands scrunching his robes. “I hope you don’t think this is some sort of...sexual tension thing between us.” He was almost convinced the boy hated his mother, but making this up as he went along seemed to prove otherwise. “Because your threat, whether or not, that was your implication, is a bit weak. Come on, then. I think you’d rather get me with your fist, wouldn’t you?”
❛ not everything has to have a philosophical explanation or way of looking at things, decius. possibly you’re just confused, maybe in need of a compass of sorts ? ❜ why must he always speak in riddles with her. had the floors done and swallowed her whole, maybe alice would be lounging in her pajamas, clinging to marlene’s arm as they shared chocolates and gossips about their summers. but no, she had fallen victim to decius and his own performance he called his life. she swallowed his words for a moment, chewing on her inner cheek as she let out an exaggerated breath. ❛ i’d rather be alone than doing whatever this is right now. ❜
“Ooh, how about a moral one, Addie? What do you think?” He made a grab for her arms, suddenly and fluidly with his grip just as firm as need be to keep her attention. Decius assumed he had it anyway, but it was always nice to make sure. “A moral compass. Why don’t you be my moral compass.” The theatrical display of excitement quickly faded back to an empty, tight lipped grin still dead on eye contact with the Little Ms. Lestrange. He let the silence fall over for a minute, truly loving the nothingness in the sound. Perhaps just the distant crackle of a lit candle or feet in an adjoining hall could be heard. But they were utterly alone, as she said really. “This is just as alone as you were before. And you hate being alone so much that you’d rather talk to dear me about being alone than actually doing it. Or else you’d have just ignored me before, hm?”
merlin’s fucking beard. alice wished the floors would swallow her whole and take her away from the room she was now stuck in. it was hogwarts, you’d think it’d at least be able to do that for a witch. ❛ funny enough, that’s actually the first thing — maybe you read the list the wrong way up, ❜ she added with a false smile. ❛ leave me alone, decius. ❜
There was hesitation in her smile, that was a lovely sight for sore eyes. Uncertainty only gave him ground to walk on. “Things being...upside down sometimes is just the way of the world, Ads. It’s all in which way you decided to pick as ‘up’.” Decius’ grin grew, the falsely matching upturn of his lips to match Adelais, It’s Alice now. A terrible decision when a name could mean so much. . “It’s not like there’s a logical reason for which is the north and south pole.” He considered her words for a moment, if only in the most performative way; the mocking of kindness which he practiced in the mirror, reflecting on what was the most sympathetic way to display his brow. “I don’t think you like being alone.”
sirius inhaled sharply. he had hoped he’d been given at least the first week before being taunted by a slytherin, but that was a ridiculous dream. really, he’d been looking for a lost bag of his that, for some reason, didn’t make it up to his dorms. ❛ what do you care, decius ? i’m sure you have much better things to worry about, or at least you’d say that… wouldn’t you ? ❜
“I would say that” A curt not and a grin, the mimicking of pleasantries that, to passersby would seem normal, as if Decius was an agreeable person. It was fun to watch how the boy would try to snap back, it was spirited almost. “But the truth is, Sirius, that I don’t really have better things to worry about. Very little is actually of concern to me." It was a blatantly honest admission on his own part, so the young Black should honestly feel so lucky. "So here we are. Tell me, did you leave a note for your dear mother, or did she hex you out as we all suspected?”
‘ wasn’ sure if i’m ‘onest . most people don’t waste ‘alf a bottle of ink on purpose . ’ unimpressed , he raises a brow at decius , feet planted to the ground . ‘ i was just sayin’ that touchin’ it might stop ‘ye from goin’ mad , s’all . ’ he stops himself from adding madder , blinking emptily instead .
“So ink touching you is something you find to be bothersome?” Decius questioned, eyebrow not so much as raising. The lack of expression was counter-acted by the slight shrug of his shoulders, as if it was strange to think this could be bothersome to him. It was for the display really, the easy way that it was all just swept up as if it was nothing. “You’re attraction to grass is something you may keep to yourself.”
“Don’t worry there, Sirius.” Decius shook his head just a little too slowly. “I’m not going to ask you if you’re looking for your dignity and I’m definitely not going to say you left it on the train.” He was a sad looking thing, no intent behind his eyes, no plans. Tragic almost. “But if you’re lost...no, a big lad can figure that out on his own.” @siriivs
“Now you see we’ve already made eye contact across the room, Ads.” Swift feet carried his frame towards the petite thing, able to look down to her gaze. Decius would have loved to been leaning along the wall, nonchalantly glancing at his own fingers - but these were new robes, embedded with silks. “And the last thing you should want to be is rude.” @adelais
The quidditch team would need to start practicing soon. Decius needed to get his energy up after an incredibly boring summer of listening to his mother and father go on about nothing. But he felt so lucky to come across a lone individual when he turned the dark corridor. “That painting up there is my grandfather, excellent fellow for when you needed some...” his words paused as if it was something dramatic or evening threatening to the weak looking little blonde “ ...information.” @mcrlene
‘ you’ve got ink all over the back of ‘yer parchment . and ‘yer textbook . maybe it’s time to go outside and touch some nice , scottish grass - yeah ? ’
“Who do you think put the ink there?” Decius nearly smiled, looking over his handy work; but as if he was actually acquiescing to something the younger student said, he drew his wand to scourgify away the ‘mess’ before him. How dull and normal to have ink splattered on his books, and yet a wonderful and ‘organic’ display of his talent with non-verbal magic. “Now, what about your scottish grass?”
- Sibling- I think maybe the one who he thinks isn’t all that smart. I’d imagine there are a few Mulciber kids so I’m down to brainstorm
- Slytherin cronies - This man is a natural born leader and likes to manipulate a crowd.
- His team - He loves being quidditch captain. It’s just another notch in a list of things he likes having control over.
- Betrothal - So I think he would be down for a betrothal. He would have been involved in the selection and it can go a few ways. But even if he had no intent on actually marrying this person, he high key might pick them just so he can get inside their head and just do his mental torture thing. He would love to have one specific person he could just bother for the rest of his life in his mentally sadistic freakshow brain.
- Flings/Hookups - This can be anyone. He just wouldn’t expect them to be clingy, that’s not his thing. Idk where he falls sexually, but its just probably not romance-y
- MARY MACDONALD ( As this could be sensitive, I’d rather brainstorm with you!)
- His ride or die best friend - To the correct person he could be loyal, but its all about it if they share the same perspective
- In general just let him exact mental torture on your character
it’s been seven years since the twenty two year old pureblood wizard , decius mulciber was sorted into slytherin upon arriving at school . i suppose over the years we’ve learnt that he is erudite , perceptive , impertinent & unbalanced , though when i think of them i can always see freshly pressed clothes , statues with eyes that seem to follow you , an empty room with a single chair .
Name: Decius Mulciber
Born: September 2
Wand: TBA
Patronus: TBA
Blood Status: Pureblood
The most manipulative man you’d ever met in your life.
Decius did not need to be the favorite child. He never even tried to be. The boy needed no validation in any part of his life. He just needed to let everyone else know what he aspired to, and often it did not take him many words to be convincing.
Greatness, put simply
Slytherin House was a given, but he did request it from the Sorting Hat anyways. And he did so loudly, they should all know.
A social butterfly, surprisingly. A winning smile and charming tone could apparently get you anywhere, and it all took him little to no effort. In crowds he was center, a star, bright and lean. But in private, where he felt power shifts the most something else would happen.
Alone is where he needed to assert dominance. Controlling a crowd was a simple enough with the generic words that would rally people up. That was simple enough when it came to quidditch, he learned. Merlin, in a group he was just invincible. Having important and wealthy parents was just a bonus to that for Decius.
But alone, if he wants you to really know him, then he will be sure of it. You see the thing is...Decius gets bored. He just gets bored so damn quickly, that the first little thing in the room in front of him must become the object of entertainment. Watching somebody squirm is just too delightful.
And didn’t Mary MacDonald learn that the hard way.
Now in Seventh Year, Decius does not expect the world to just fall into his lap. No, course not. Essentially, because it is already there. He’d inherit everything as soon as he could, take his shares of the family estate because he wanted them now. And if need be, then a little silver tongue could surely ensure that a less that weary sibling would just fork over whatever was theirs if it could offer them protection.
Decius could read people. And that was almost the most fun of it all. With a few glances it was just simple to see if they were rich, poor, dumb, intelligent, what they wanted the most and what they wanted to talk about the least.
He’d make a great politican, but let’s all be glad that is not where his interests lie.
Facts:
- He has a few siblings, and he does not think highly of all of them. His parents intend to split their wealth among their children as they grow older. However, Decius has some other plans to get it much sooner.
- Decius is not really a party boy, he’s just very good within a crowd. He can adapt to that energy, mimic it even.
- His attention does not flit around. When he wants to bother with something, he will see it through to the point that it seems excessive. For him, the obsession is in watching others react and then ultimately have no way out but through whatever he would allow.
Inspo: idk maybe Thomas Shelby? A Disney Villain? Dexter Morgan’s Brother from Season 1? Inventing this man concerns me personally.
Plots Page Coming Soon, but for now:
- Sibling- I think maybe the one who he thinks isn’t all that smart
- Slytherin cronies - This man is a natural born leader and likes to manipulate a crowd.
- Betrothal - So I think he would be down for a betrothal. He would have been involved in the selection and it can go a few ways. But even if he had no intent on actually marrying this person, he high key might pick them just so he can get inside their head and just do his mental torture thing. He would love to have one specific person he could just bother for the rest of his life in his mentally sadistic freakshow brain.
- Flings/Hookups - This can be anyone. He just wouldn’t expect them to be clingy, that’s not his thing.
- MARY MACDONALD ( As this could be sensitive, I’d rather brainstorm with you!)
