𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍

ian raphael borign. 32. ministry executioner.

[kxbellem]

location: leaky cauldron, diagon alley

status: open

“if i told you i accidently jinxed a broom and now it’s wreaking havoc on london, would you report me to the ministry?” knox asked. although the question itself was concerning, the subject didn’t quite match the witch’s face. instead she wore a thoughtful expression at the other who had taken a seat next to her at the bar. she’d actually come here to get a drink to go, but after her little incident before arriving, her mind was buzzing and far too distracted to worry about whatever business she had been thinking about prior to this. “if yes, then i’m afraid i’m going to have to obliviate this entire conversation. or maybe frame you. whichever you prefer.”

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ft. knox

location: leaky cauldron, diagon alley

status: open

“if i told you i accidently jinxed a broom and now it’s wreaking havoc on london, would you report me to the ministry?” knox asked. although the question itself was concerning, the subject didn’t quite match the witch’s face. instead she wore a thoughtful expression at the other who had taken a seat next to her at the bar. she’d actually come here to get a drink to go, but after her little incident before arriving, her mind was buzzing and far too distracted to worry about whatever business she had been thinking about prior to this. “if yes, then i’m afraid i’m going to have to obliviate this entire conversation. or maybe frame you. whichever you prefer.”

“no.” ian’s response was straight to the point, and what he assumed knox was hoping to hear. otherwise why ask? he might’ve been an employee of the ministry but he certainly didn’t care about any of their laws. and the last thing he wanted to do was put himself into the spotlight. “i’m not in the business of being a rat.”

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♊, ♉ & 🍀

♊ what kind of mail do they get (except for bills)? have they subscribed to any magazines/newspapers?

ian definitely has a subscription to playboy or it's wix equivalent. otherwise, i don't see him subscribing to anything else.

♉ what are their neighbours like? their relationship to them?

ian has made a point of not developing any sort of relationship with his neighbors, apart from the very rare nod of acknowledgement. he'd be surprised if any of them knew his name. apart from that, he has a good relationship with his neighbors in that if they don't bother him, he won't bother them.

🍀 what kind of jewellery are they wearing? what’s their favourite peace?

ian wears a braided leather bracelet on his right wrist about 90% of the time. apart from that he has a beat up silver watch with a broken minutes hand. it's one of the few gifts he's received from his parents which is the only reason he wears it. he hasn't repaired it out of contempt.

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ian & zeke ( 6"1 ) for the height meme!

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ft. kaela

❛  this  way ,  i  don’t  owe  you  anything  -  you  don’t  owe  me  anything .  ❜ said ian ( @executiioners​ )

“this way …” kaela’s echo of his words hang in the air and she drags her silence out intentionally. she hates him - plain and simple. hates him and his persistence to get into her good graces. does anyone even find themselves there these days, anyways? ( no, but certainly not HIM ). “i don’t recall any transaction happening, no ? i’ve never owed you anything, so how are we meant to break even here?” she HAS to stop running into him so publicly - where her only acceptable weapon is the hot coffee in her hands.

“i was thinking something more along the lines of an apology,” ian responded, his eyebrow arched. he was definitely pushing it. actually, he’d been pushing it - well beyond any point for just about as long as he’d known kaela. he’d never learn.  

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ft. lorcan

Lorcan quirks a smile. Of course Ian did, he was human after all. This wasn’t one of those moments where Lorcan mourned their humanity or longed for those days again. That was for another day, another conversation. The vampire’s gaze lingers on Ian, drinking him in before they reply, “Spicy,” they wink and add, “Like malt whiskey and sweet tabacco. Bitter, like black coffee. Metallic, of course. Blood and dirt–and I get the slightest scent of burning firewood,” Lorcan pauses, taking a sip of their drink, “You’ve got a sexy scent there, lad. Something to be proud of, if I do say...” 

ian couldn’t help but chuckle as he leaned forward, a smile spread across his face as he listened to what lorcan had to say. “spicy?” he responded, “that’s a first,” he chuckled, “why thank you,” he smiled, “i will wear my scent with a badge of honor.”

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LOCATION: outside tattered covers , diagon alley ! OPEN ( @startertms )

the sun is rising over diagon alley, but the doors of tattered covers are still shrouded in shadow where the buildings are grouped close together. tempest is by the door, gently smoothing over the somewhat beaten months-old notice about the temporary closure of the shop. they’d been in and out, naturally, over the time it had been closed - over the time since she’d passed - but this was impromptu, after early morning practice and apropos of nothing in particular. all the books were still inside, gathering dust, waiting. they hear footsteps behind them but don’t react until they’re close enough to indicate the person is stopping. “ keep moving. mind your own. ” they don’t turn, but their tone is worn down, no sharp edges left to attach to it. 

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ft. tempest

LOCATION: outside tattered covers , diagon alley ! OPEN ( @startertms )

the sun is rising over diagon alley, but the doors of tattered covers are still shrouded in shadow where the buildings are grouped close together. tempest is by the door, gently smoothing over the somewhat beaten months-old notice about the temporary closure of the shop. they’d been in and out, naturally, over the time it had been closed - over the time since she’d passed - but this was impromptu, after early morning practice and apropos of nothing in particular. all the books were still inside, gathering dust, waiting. they hear footsteps behind them but don’t react until they’re close enough to indicate the person is stopping. “ keep moving. mind your own. ” they don’t turn, but their tone is worn down, no sharp edges left to attach to it. 

“what’s your problem?” ian shot back, almost immediately, opting for an unnecessarily defense response as he even folded his arms across his chest. had he bothered to take a look at his surroundings, he might’ve opted for a different approach. though, that wasn’t a guarantee. “i’m not the one who wasn’t minding my own business,” he pointed out. 

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ft. niko

this was all perfectly fine by niko - ian didn’t have to care, but if he didn’t express any desire to see him gone ( or offer him a new direction to travel in, on this search ) then he didn’t really see the issue in settling down, comfortably, in one of the few spindly chairs the shop had on display. i can wait, his expression says, gaze starting to wander the rest of the store. 

while niko deciding to take a seat wasn’t exactly what ian had in mind - he could put up with it. as long as he didn’t interfere with the end of the night tasks, he really didn’t care. “you’ll be waiting a while,” he couldn’t help but remark, as he returned to the book in front of him, ink pen in hand as he reviewed the columns. 

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ft. niko

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  you know you aren’t allowed in here, right  ? 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @executiioners​  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  borgin & burkes, knockturn alley  !

eyebrows raise in an unspoken hm, really? but predictably, niko doesn’t much care about it being past closing time. the shopkeeper hadn’t forgotten to turn around the sign and he had definitely read it, but certain rules didn’t really apply to him - and when it came to ezekiel burke’s place of business, the only person who could tell him what to do was him. it didn’t really matter that ian was familiar enough to him as one of the borgin owners ; he knew old garold more to see him, and didn’t consider either of much importance. ignoring the question put to him he simply asks, “ezekiel ?” 

was ian annoyed with niko barging in after closing? yes. was he going to do something about it? not likely - that would require a level of care that ian just didn’t possess. “not here,” he answered as he lifted his head. “and before you ask - no i don’t know where he is,” nor did he care - but that part went without saying. 

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ft. lorcan

“It is a rare find nowadays,” Lorcan sighs as they snap their cigarette case closed and back into their pocket and takes a drag of the lit cigarette hanging from its holder. The vampire motions the bartender for another round. “But not impossible. In my experience, you can always tell by a persons smell. It’s sweeter, like the scent of innocence,” they trail off as they get a refill, “I haven’t been one of those for a while either. Oh, to be young again.” Lorcan brings the shot glass to their lips, eyeing Ian as they do. There’s a smirk on their mouth when they add, “A toast to innocence.” 

“i guess i wouldn’t know,” ian responded with a laugh. “i think i’ll have to take your word on that one too, i’m afraid i’ve got a pretty average sense of smell,” though something told him that compared to lorcan - everyone had an average sense of smell. “tell me, what do i smell like?” 

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⧼   david castañeda, cis man, he & they   /   angry young man by billy joel + he wears the smell of blood and death like a perfume. it’s a hazard of the job, though he’s never made much of an effort to conceal it. perhaps he likes the smell, or perhaps he just wants people to know he’s coming. whatever the reason, he’s never made much of an effort to cover it up. everybody’s got their demons. he’ll say with a laugh as he raises his glass. he wont offer up any more details, some things are better left unsaid. or perhaps, he’s just not capable of opening up. he’s got a life full of mistakes, and they’re coming back to bite him one at a time. his laugh, bitter as nightshade. his laugh isn’t just bitter, it’s abrasive. it tells the story of a man who’s been screwed over and over again, of a man who’s learned better than to trust anyone.   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that IAN RAPHAEL BORGIN? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the THIRTY TWO year old pure blood WIZARD is a DURMSTRANG alumnus who has gone on to be a MINISTRY EXECUTIONER. i’ve heard they can be quite DAUNTLESS & ZEALOUS, but i don’t know… they came off very ABRASIVE & PUGNACIOUS in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? 

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ft. lorcan

Lorcan lets out a deep sigh. There goes trying to have an intellectual conversation! They down the drink in front of them; not their usual Bloody Mary, but instead a shot of thick, red, O- blood. It’s syrupy and Lorcan licks the red off their lips and teeth before taking a drag of the burning cigarette that hangs from its holder attached to a ring on their finger. Ian just doesn’t get it. “Merlin, you are so cute. It is quite ominous, isn’t it?” They reach into their cigarette case, offering one to Ian. “Maybe I’m depressed. The blood of a virgin might cheer me up, though.”

ian wasn’t used to being called cute - he kind of liked it, as evidenced by the smile on his face as he sipped his drink. “i’m not sure i’d be any help with that,” he responded, “haven’t been one of those for a while.”

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❝ there’s a monster inside every person, all too easy to feed. if you make it strong, it will take over. ❞ @lmortem​

"don’t you think that’s just a little too ominous?” ian countered, his eyebrow arched as he looked at the other male. the statement was likely meant to provoke, to make him think, but to ian it was meaningless. 

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ft. knox

“so then why are you here?” knox hummed, sipping at her drink. “from our short interaction so far, i’ve gathered you don’t seem like the type to enjoy these parties.”

there were multiple ways in which ian could have answered the question - and almost all of them would’ve been better than the “because i can be here,” he settled with. it was unnecessarily defensive. “i also like the food.”

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ft. mikaela

“fucking hell, ian.” the little pit-patter of her heels against the floor come to a dramatic halt as ian puts a pause to her course. pointed finger nails dig into her own palms as she MULLS her options - let it be known she does not want to dance with him ( or anyone, really ), but such a SHOW on his part and a rejection on hers hardly looks GOOD. at these sort of things she does find herself most comfortable close to the bar and far from the dance floor where relentless people much like ian might linger. her choice words are far from becoming, so she keeps her tone low ( despite proven history that he will not match it ). “you’re barking up the wrong fucking tree, do you understand that ?”

she’d used his name - that was a good sign, right? it was as far as ian was concerned. though he probably wouldn’t know a good sign if it hit him in the face. he definitely should’ve gotten her hint at this point - so whether he just didn’t care about his general wellbeing or was just too drunk to pick up on it, well, it was unclear. “can you blame a guy for trying?” he shrugged. 

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ft. knox

“is it difficult to believe that it’s a bit of both?” knox was actually curious to know considering how unbelievable it sounded—at least to those who knew of knox’s antics—but she would like a good excuse anyway just in case. “truthfully, i haven’t been to one of these in ages and i feel like a lost pup among a pack of wolves.” or perhaps a sneaky niffler placed in the middle of shiny trinkets. either could be true at the moment.

“dunno,” ian offered with a shrug - opting to be purposefully unhelpful in the situation - simply because he could. also he was just an ass. “i suppose,” he ultimately added with a smile, “i can definitely relate to that feeling,” he admitted, this time with a sigh as he opted to loosely fold his arms across his chest. 

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location: malfoy manor participants: ian borgin & mikaela karkaroff ( @taciiturns​ )

“can i have this dance?” ian asked with a smile as he stepped in front of mikaela, his hand outstretched and a smile on his face. it was bold. and it was most definitely a risk but he’d never been known for his decision making.

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location: malfoy manor participants: ian borgin & knox bellamy ( @kxbellem​ )

“usually i’m the only one lurking in the shadows,” ian spoke with a laugh as he extended a champagne flute to knox. he didn’t mind her presence - or at least, that’s what he told himself. but he was definitely curious to find out why knox would attend an event just to hide. “so are you hiding or watching?”