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Malakai Hahn 6th year|Ravenclaw No, he's not talking to you. Emotional outbursts. Ravenclaw Chaser.

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You're dripping like a saturated sunrise | Griffin & Kai

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“What the fuck are you blathering about? You’re not making any goddamn sense! All I mentioned was the fucking rat and you -” Griffin couldn’t continue, breaking off into frustrated noises and sounds. When he regained speech, it was to shriek. “Your work? What fucking WORK INVOLVES A RAT? Did I miss something? Am I not keeping up, not with the fucking Boy Wonder?”

He suddenly felt exposed, like a godforsaken nerve. His skin crawled under Malakai’s words and he recoiled. “No, no you do not get to fucking play this game.” Griffin pointed at Malakai, his whole body vibrating with - what? Rage, he was going with rage. He was burning red fucking hot, baby. “That’s not fucking fair. Do you think I stick around for all our lovely fucking brunches in fucking Timfuckyou? No. Why the fuck do you care what the fuck goes on, if I just get in the way of YOUR WORK?”

The rest of what Malakai had to say was drowned out by then, in a whitewash of static. He threw himself off the bed, unable to bear even fucking touching the same sheets suddenly. Griffin gave Makalai a wide fucking berth as he walked around the empty dorm, not wanting to come even close to his fucking boyfriend because suddenly, he wasn’t fucking worthy enough to (bet fucking that bumblefuck Richards was). “Fucking call me when you want a fucking rimjob again or whatever, Malakai. Holy fuck -” The door cut off the rest of his tirade as he stormed through Ravenclaw tower in his fucking boxer briefs.

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“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Griffin! Don’t act like you’re dumb. You’re better than that!” He retorted, his throat already hoarse from the screaming. For a brief moment he was impressed, again, that the person he was currently shouting at could manage to do it all the time. Only for a moment, though. He was angry, fire hot rage, and he needed to let it all out. Malakai wasn’t even fully sure he knew exactly why he was angry anymore, just that he was. 

“Game? Of course you would think it’s a fucking game. Everything is a game to you Griffin.” He shook his head and paced again. The words were just coming out now without reason. “Why do you stick around Griffin?” And almost as if he was responding to him with action, his boyfriend was on his feet. The cold berth between them was chilling and a feeling Malakai was all too familiar with. Like lightening, it struck him that he could be crossing the line and that Griffin wasn’t going to take any more of his madness. But before he could bridge that gap, Griffin was gone. 

“FINE! JUST RUN AWAY LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO!” He screamed at the closed door and fell to his knees right there in the middle of the dorm. Only a few tears came, he was too used to the feeling of abandonment to give out more. Besides, this wasn’t their first rodeo and most likely wouldn’t be their last. Some part of Kai knew that, but it was not the part that had hold of him then. No, he was still too angry and ashamed and sad about it all to focus on that or to be bold enough to chase after the half naked boy he adored. Instead he sat there on the cold floor, and fought with the floor and screamed at the walls. 

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my mind’s like a deadly disease || Damien & Kai

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Damien paused, amidst of jotting down various ingredients he would need to seek out - for the sedative, for the allergy test - to glance up at Malakai’s request. “Of course,” And he stood, moved across the table to accept the proffered vial. He preferred to work using several different containers for preparations, but unfortunately this meticulous streak was not shared by his new found collaborator. He shook the vial before tipping out, directly into the cauldron, the amount he needed. The potion exhaled a single plume of smoke before settling, slowly turning from red to silver. Good, just as he had thought.

He busied himself with the other containers, tapping them in search of the sedative Hahn had mentioned. “I hope,” He said quietly, flicking his eyes up at Malakai with a light twist of his lips, “that that isn’t addressed to me.” Perhaps this was it? He picked up a flask and turned it over in his hands, uncorking it to waft it’s aroma. Yes, this was it. Damien paused, then slowly resealed the bottle before answering. “Books,” He answered, “My family isn’t a stranger to mental illness, so these will hopefully be useful. If not, then like I had said, they would not be missed. At most, my father would expect it to be that time of year again.”

The potion gurgled and Damien moved to inspect it, drumming his fingers on the tabletop. When he was satisfied it wasn’t an ill-effect, he turned back to Malakai. He lifted his arm, turned it over and offered his notes so far to him. “This was the most convenient method, I’ll transfer them before I leave.”

“Your allergens. I am not going to be responsible, during the course of this, for injuring you heedlessly.” Damien said flatly. He was many things, a creature of many disreputable habits, ill-advised actions, and questionable morals, but this was firmly one of them. “You said they never tested, well I plan to. Unless you have objections?”

Turning back to the notes scribbled in shorthand on his arm, Damien pointed to the first. “These are concerning several things that I noticed, looking over your notes. I plan to expand once I’ve read thoroughly. This one,” He moved down the list, stopping by each point as he continued. “The fact that I need to obtain several things from the Matron for that test. These are suggestions, for a future trial and for your sedative based on what you had listed. These are trials we could try to recreate, with several changes to the composition. Are you satisfied? I had planned to address these with you after I was finished.”

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“Thank you.” Malakai said and watched as the potion changed colors. He was still flexing his hand, trying to force it steady. At a distance, he watched Damien add the vial to the cauldron and the potion’s reaction. He made another mental note. The nice thing about working with Damien, is that once Kai saw him do something once it was committed to memory. He only needed to see it or read it and it was locked away in one of the many chambers of his mind.

Malakai’s jaw clicked and his head turned, sharp, to meet Damien’s look. He hadn’t fully realized he responded aloud. It was often the case, which was why so many kept their distance. Hearing voices, even in the wizarding world, was not a good sign. “No.” A dry swallow, and he cleared his throat a couple times before getting sufficient. “Of course not, I wasn’t... no... no... it wasn’t towards you at all.” Even Griffin didn’t get a lot out of him about his voices, he wasn’t comfortable elaborating anymore than he had with Richards, not just yet, at least.

“That time of year?” Call it natural inquisition, but leaving a statement at that was bound to spark questions. It did give him some relief to hear that this was not Damien’s first look into the world of mental illness. Not to say that he wouldn’t have, but reading about something and experiencing it within the family or self were two very different things. Even now, after sixteen years of struggling with his disease, Malakai had trouble expressing into words what was going on inside his head. 

“No, I am fine with that.” He responded. The list of things on Damien’s arm had him a bit taken aback. It was apparent to him that he had taken some offense to what was previously said. This was another thing not uncommon for Malakai, however only on an intellectual level rather than a social level. “My apologies, I had not meant to offend. Thank you. I have a long history of being tested and left in the dark and as you know, I am not trusting and do not open this invitation into this specific project lightly.” 

He was still a bundle of nerves, but slowly, Damien was easing his tension on inviting him to join the project. It was different than anything they had done before, but strangely familiar. He could dare say he was even getting anxious to begin. 

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You're dripping like a saturated sunrise | Griffin & Kai

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Griffin hid his face in the expanse of skin his shirtless boyfriend offered, breathing in the clean smell of him like it was a motherfucking perfume. This was good, it was good. And here, he had been holding in his breath, trying not to overstep and loose his goddamn bullocks.

He stretched his arms out behind him, locking his writs together to keep their bodies pressed as close together as possible. Holy fuck, it felt worse, under the blankets. Fuck him if he ever went around the fucking castle with his ass in the sky again. He shivered, despite slowly warming up, and slotted himself closer.

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. Why the hell had he even left in the first place? They could have been cuddling up a shitton already if he hadn’t. Goddamn. Griffin was happy to tuck himself as close as he could and closed his eyes. That was, of fucking course, when Kai chose to pay some fucking attention to the shit spewing from that hole in his head (he REALLY needed a fucking second one, only up higher).

“You fucking heard that all right, goddamn incredible.” He tensed. Something anticipatory crawled up and down his spine and without thinking, he locked his arms, his knees, to try to keep Kai close. Call him the shittiest fucking octopus on this fucking bus. It wasn’t enough. He got away.

“What the fuck did I fuck up this time? Tell me, did you finally fucking decide to just cook the fuck and replace him so you shoved what? A motherfucking thermostat up his vagina? Is that what I fucking ruined for you, Malakai?” He snarled, his pitch rising and volume increasing. “Motherfuck me, of course I don’t give two flying McShits, because I never do. Noo, what the fuck is that!”

“Go the fuck on, check your fucking delicate flower. He’s fine! Fucking dandy as all hell! You were just ready to bend me over and out of the tower and you don’t even look at the smelly shit.”

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“What in the bloody hell are you fecking talking about, Griffin? Do you have your head shoved so far up your arse that you can;t comprehend what I am trying to tell you?” He tugged his hand through his hair. “Whatever rat is in the cage is Edgar and he’s not why I am angry. I’m angry because you continuously treat my work like it’s nothing!” He pushed the covers off and stood up, his feet pacing out his exasperation. 

He paced several long moments, tugging at his hair and grinding his teeth. Malakai just couldn’t understand why he didn’t get it. All he wanted to do was get better so he could, in turn, make other people better. He wanted to continue working and experimenting and finding new ways to revolutionize science and magic and technology and medicine. Why was that so hard to get? 

“If you don’t give a shit about me, why are you even here?” He turned on a heel to face him. “I want to make myself better, I want to stop this madness and be better, not just for me but for you, too. And my experiments are a part of that, Edgar is a part of that, it’s all part of a bigger picture. It seems like every time I turn around you are just bound and determined to try and muck all of it up because you have some notion that I’m going to hurt the rat or something else.” He ended by throwing his hands up in the air and shaking his head.

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You're dripping like a saturated sunrise | Griffin & Kai

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“Called it!” Griffin grinning madly against Kai’s temple before they pulled apart. He wagged his fingers at him. “This is it, you know where I really just got the hots for that damn rat. Furry things man, lemme tell you. The fatter and browner the fucking better.” He couldn’t keep it up, loosing himself to a laughing fit. It fucking made him stumble as he was dragged along like a fucking dog but it was goddamn worth it.

Something short circuited in his brain at Kai’s expression and there so many missed opportunities, starting with that hot hand. He shivered, icy skin recoiling from the burning touch even as he pressed for more. Of course, this was just the span of seconds, so this ended with him fucking face-first on the bed.

“Holy - what in the ass?” Revenge, he kicked off his pants at the caveman because holy fuck, talk about getting rowdy. “Holy fuck, fine, I’ll lay off the big black cock references, shesh.” Griffin’s grumblings lasted only until he ended up cocooned in the bedding of several other beds.

As soon as Kai was near enough, Griffin reached out and dragged him down, happy to let the fuck jump on top of him to roll them over and tangle both of them up in the massive fucking heap of quilts. He was fucking grinning up a goddamn shitstorm here, he was such a shit-eating fuck. He ran his icy hands up under Kai’s shirt, racked up the legs of his trousers to press his feet to hot calves. “I’m the goddamn snowman. Congrats, call the fucking Snow Queen.” That’s who that fuck was, right? 

“The cold never bothered me,” He warbled in reply, still grinning a shit-eating grin as he continued to leech his boyfriend’s warmth. This is what he got for not letting him shower. “I’m fine, it ain’t like I’m going to die. Shouldn’t you be fussing over your delicate flower over there?” 

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Most of what Griffin was going on about went through one of Kai’s ears and out the other. He was focused on getting the boy warm and finding solution to the obvious problem at hand. Instead he responded with a shake of his head and another blanket to pile on top of him. 

“Fecking bloody hell, Griffin. You feel like a snowman.” He didn’t try to pull away from him, instead he rolled with him and tried to warm him with his own body heat. It felt nice being tangled up with him, very nice. He would have been content to curl up and stay like that, under a pile of blankets with the man he adores, for the rest of the afternoon and evening, too. That is until Griffin had to open his mouth about the damn rat again.

“Why do you have to fuck with things? I don’t give a shit about the rat, Griffin I give a shit about you and about my work.” He pushed away from him with a deep frown. “That delicate flower over there is part of a bigger project that could solve a lot of things that I am sure you do not give a flying fuck about.” Kai’s voice was raised now and he sat up in the bed. 

It was not as much about Edgar as it was the principle of the matter. His research was important. He needed to be able to trust Griffin around things and know that he wouldn’t try to sabotage it in some way. Especially now that he was starting to work with Richards. There was a very good possibility that they would be able to break new ground together and Kai needed that, he needed to feel okay again. 

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You're dripping like a saturated sunrise | Griffin & Kai

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Fucking figures he’d get his fucking arms caught up in his own shirt. Like, of course. Griffin about walked headlong into the fucking door by time he managed shake out of it. The shirt joined the vague pile at his feet.

“I didn’t have shit!” He protested, leaning against the doorjamb to try to simultaneously point at the fluffy fatfuck in his cage and peel off his socks. It could have been going better. “I had him!” And, technically, he didn’t know where he was - at least, when Kai asked at him. But, like fuck if he was going to admit that,  and get himself into an even bigger pile of dragon shit. Fucking hell, what was this? Were his fucking socks glued to his goddamn feet? “Fucking leggo my goddamn eggos, holy -” He threw them in his pile in disgust.

Shower first, get chewed out later. Fucking, he wanted to at least feel whatever was coming to him. Griff stumbled into the bathroom, pins-and-needles fingers prying at the buckle of his belt. Oh, at least - “Shit, Kai! Warn a guy before you come barging in!” - that had been the goddamn plan. Well that was shot to hell as Kai grabbed his fucking mangled hand and left him clutching his pants in the other as he played fucking doctor.

“It’s fucking cold as fucking dicks out, that’s what. But he’s okay! The fatfuck enjoyed it. Go figure, huh? He only decided to take a chunk out because I gave him a bath. - Ow! Holy fuck, that’s not a sting that’s a burn. Are you trying to melt me?” He didn’t jerk away but it was a near thing as he grumbled. When Kai was done, he flexed his hand, being mindful of the bandaids. Griff grinned appreciatively at him and pressed his lips to his temple, nuzzling a cold nose into his hair in thanks. Shitty thanks, but hey at least he remembered his goddamn manners. “He reeked, you’re welcome.”

Griffin easily caved and followed back out of the bathroom, led behind Kai by his finger. As they walked, he pressed his chest to his back, smirking into his shoulder as he basically turned into the shittiest, biggest leech ever. “Fucking awesome idea there, doc. Think I can get pants on before? After? Should I find the fucking gloves?”

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“Yes, I am trying to melt my boyfriend.” He replied in deadpan, still bandaging. “It has been my plan all along.” Kai’s grin matched that of his partner’s. The cold kiss sending a shiver down his spine. He rubbed at the newly forming goosebumps on his arm. It saved him to not have to bathe Edgar, but he was not willing to thank him for doing so just yet, He wouldn’t have needed to warm up and dry off in the first place if Griffin hadn’t stolen him and doused him in snow. There was little use in stating that fact, however, so Kai brushed it off and focused on coaxing him out of the bathroom.

“Pants are overrated.” Kai muttered and turned his head slightly to show him a crooked half smile. He kept making his way over to the bed, stopping when he reached the edge and turning to face Griff. He moved to the side and placed a loving hand in between his shoulders. Kai rubbed there for a moment, up and down, then lovingly shoved his boyfriend into the bed.

Malakai proceeded to grab his wand and flick it around the room, gathering the extra blankets from the beds of those dorm-mates that were not around for the holidays and stacking them on top of his boyfriend. He then proceeded to light the fire in the room and start to bring some warmth into the place. His next action was to send a message to the elves and request some hot cocoa and biscuits with the promise of a hefty tip. 

He jumped in to bed and nuzzled up next to Griffin. “You’re still freezing.” He stated as he got closer. “How are you feeling?” Kai asked, putting a hand on his forehead to check for a fever. 

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You're dripping like a saturated sunrise | Griffin & Kai

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Griffin plopped Edgar on the sink counter after bundling the fat-ass in a hand-towel to look for his goddamn magic stick. He found it in his fucking jeans’ pocket. Carefully, he began to dry the rodent, alternating between rubbing him vigorously with the hand-towel and by jetting him with a gentle blast of warm air. The rat squeaked all through-out and it was a fucking hassle, let him tell you, to keep the motherfucker from falling and getting his fucking fat self hurt. “Son of a mothe-” He bit him! The asshole! “I’m going to fucking shove a stick up your ass and spit-roast you,” He hissed at him, but continued his gentle ministrations. “There you go, fucking ungrateful shit,” He scooped Edgar back into his hands and, after kicking off his shoes, tried his best to sneak back into the main dormitory without rousing Kai.

Well, too fucking late for that. Griffin grimaced in answer and ducked his head, focusing on getting the damn rat back into his cage before anything else. He would seriously be fucking up a creak without a goddamn paddle if he lost the thing right now. “Mornin’ sleepy-fuck,” He greeted his boyfriend cheerfully after completing this task.

He began to shuck off his soaking winter clothes, not bothering to fumble at the zipper with numb fingers but just peel it off over his head, chucking vaguely towards the bathroom. “I didn’t kill your damn rat, you’re fucking welcome. I about died, thanks, and then the fuck decided to fucking thank me. See this shit?” He held up his slowly bleeding hand. “Ungrateful as hell, I tell ya, can you hurry the hell up and just poison him or whatever, something already?”

“Anyways, how are you, I’m fucking cold as shit so I'mma change… ” If this wasn’t the end, holy hell. He was still shivering as he babbled, sluggishly tugging his shirt over his head to stumble back into the bathroom.

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Malakai sat up in bed and crossed his arms over his chest. He watched, through narrowed eyes, Griffin place Edgar in his cage. “How should I know where Edgar is? I ain’t got shit, Kai.” He mocked. “Any of that sound vaguely familiar to you? If not I have it in writing.” It was always Griffin. He couldn’t understand what complex he had with the damn rat, but if Edgar was missing, there was one culprit. It was a good thing he happened to be rather fond of the culprit or he would probably be fairly fed up with it by now.

Kai grumbled and threw off his blankets with much reluctance. He reached for a nearby tee shirt and pulled it over his head. A brief moment was taken at Edgar’s cage, eyeing him for any visible harm. He plopped a treat in the cage and headed over to his trunk. The first aid kit was right on top, as it always was. From it, Kai grabbed the disinfectant, gauze, and two bandages. Like any good and concerned boyfriend, he followed his half naked and bleeding companion into the bathroom.

“This,” he started, grabbing Griffin’s hand. “Is why you don’t ratnap in the dead of winter. He’s an indoor pet, no wonder why he bit you. This is going to sting.” He poured on the disinfectant and shook his head. It would be a lie for him to say he didn’t enjoy the sight before him, minus the bleeding hand, but he wasn’t about to let onto that just yet. “Feckin’ hell, Griff, what did you get yourself into? Your body temp is way too low.” His brow knit in concern and he dried the cut before covering it with a bandage. 

“You should get under the blankets, or we should go down by the fire. You could get sick, being that cold.” He was still shaking his head but he was much less disappointed and much more concerned. “Come on, we need to warm you up.” Kai tugged at a finger, hoping to coax him out.

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You're dripping like a saturated sunrise | Griffin & Kai

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“Oh, shit, oh shitfuck, we’re fucking dead,” Craddling Edgar in his hands, both of them shivering in the fucking frigid-ass air and, as they ventured deeper into the castle, eventually started to get fucking waterlogged as all the snow that clung to him began to melt. He was looking more and more like a fucking drowned puppy and he snarled at anyone that got too close, because God forbid they ran into yet another fucking tragic, clumsy fucktard. That’s what got them landed in this shitcluster in the first place.

He laughed a little deliriously, giggles echoing in the empty hallway. They bounced around like fucking Peeves on a fucking sugar-high and laughed right back in his face. Goddamn. There was a lot of protesting at the noise from the rat in his hands and he peaked inside, slowly opening his hands. “You run again and I’ll make fucking a sock out of you. Just one because there’ll be nothing else left over, you useless fuck.” Edgar blinked at him. “You’re telling me. We’re fucked.”

The fucking door wasn’t shut completely, which holy butter his balls, was that fucking great. He hated that piece of shit knocker - it always fucking just had to go on and on, everyone else might like the circle-jerk but nooooo thank you. Not this guy. 

He crept inside and slammed the door behind him, kicking it shut. His gym-shoes squeaked on the stone floors and he glared down at them. “Fucking fuck me,” He should have changed. Kai was going to string him up from the fucking weather-cock outside. He grimaced and tried, at that point on, to keep whatever fucking element he had of surprise. You know if you were a fucking deaf person. That’s what you get for jerking off too much, kiddies!

Seeing Kai still in the bed was a good thing and he couldn’t, even when fearing for his fucking life, hold back the fond expression at it. He moved with more care, now, and silently made his way to the bathroom to bundle up and take care of Edgar first, despite fucking shaking like a leaf. His balls were never going to come out from his stomach.

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Malakai stirred in the warmth of his bed. It was amazing how dead and deep he could sleep when he was really tired. Nothing, not even himself, could rouse him from that initial slip into slumber. A couple hours was all he really needed. There was no telling how long he had been asleep in the lab, not like Richards would have woken him unless he was about to be off as well. 

He grunted and rolled over to see a still empty cage. His hand reached behing him to feel the cold side of the bed where he hoped his partner would have been. Kai rubbed his face and squinted around the room. He could hear a noise in the bathroom and he grumbled again. None of his dorm mates had stuck around for the holidays so it meant it was either custodial staff or Griffin doing who knows what. 

“Griff?” He tested with a hoarse voice. Malakai cleared the sleep from his throat and tried again. “Griffin Riley, is that you?” 

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my mind’s like a deadly disease || Damien & Kai

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“No,” Damien had moved to another notebook, again skimming everything superficially. There were tomes, back home, that would be of great use in this endeavor. He frowned to himself. He would need to contact Jon and request he send those as soon as he left here. Had it been anything else, he would have simply asked Gray to make the trip before he returned to the castle. A much better solution, but needs must.

He sniffed, tasting the air, before continuing his earlier thought. “Too corrosive. It would have deteriorated the gingko’s properties and left a void.” Damien thought back to the ingredients he had taken particular note of, drawing himself up to look at the far end of the table. “On your left, silver vial. Three spoon’s worth of moondew should calm things. Turn off the pilot light, also. Residual heat.”

Several passages caught his eye and Damien paused, eyes flicking over those ones with a clinical interest. There were no spare parchment, least nearby, so he shifted through his magically extended pockets until finding an ink pen. Uncapping it with his teeth, he jotted a note on his forearm where it would not be amiss among the grease and remains of Grayson’s idle doodles. He spat the cap out somewhere on the floor beside his feet, to be dealt with later.

Actually.

He stood abruptly and crossed to Malakai’s current notebook, tearing a page from the back of it. He spoke as he hurriedly wrote, “I’m requesting some texts from my father, we have…” He paused then continued, swallowing the lump of hesitation that always rose when discussing family. “We have resources. They would not be missed.” In two long strides, Damien crossed the distance to the window to hail an owl, attaching the letter to it’s leg. It took off in a flurry of feathers.

“I’ll have to conduct the test next time we meet. There are already too many variables for us to be concerned with.” Too many chances, again, too many opportunities for failure. He made note of those allergens and, those too, joined his arm in shorthand.

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Malakai looked at him for a few moments, contemplating whether or not to do as he said. Trust was not his issue, it was in his nature to question everything. Potion prodigy or not, even the best genius was wrong on occasion. He nodded after a moment or two and grabbed the silver vial. When he reached for the spoon it had become apparent to him that he was shaking. Kai dropped the spoon and curled his hand into a tight fist. He waited a moment and flexed his fingers back out. The shaking hadn’t stopped. 

“Would you mind?” He held out the silver vial to Damien. Malakai nodded about the request for resources. It was noted that there was something more to this request, but he wasn’t one to pry about personal matters. That would be rather hypocritical of you now wouldn’t it? “Shut up.” Kai grumbled. He should have figured they were around the bend when the shaking started but he was being hopeful. 

“What are the resources, if you don’t mind me asking?” He retreated to the chair again, picking up his notepad and pulling the pin from the spiral at the top. There he jotted down the next occurrence, the additions to the base, and some other random notes. “And what test? Damien I cannot read your mind, as you are well aware, you need to keep me updated on what you’re thinking.” No, he would not be his patient. They were going to do this together or not at all.

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You're dripping like a saturated sunrise | Griffin & Kai

Malakai was tired. Absolutely dog dead ass tired. He hadn't slept since before they met the asshole French exchange student at breakfast.. one sunrise ago… maybe it had been two. Either way he had woken up in the corner of the lab. Damien was reading and mumbling to himself. It had taken a full five minutes for Kai to understand where he was. Once he came to full realization, he rose to his feet and insisted that Damien could read in his dorm. He didn't stick around to see whether the boy chose to take his advice or not. The halls were way too bright. He kept rubbing his eyes and used the railways and the walls to guide his way up the tower to the opening of Ravenclaw common room. It took a good amount of energy to get the rest of the way to his dorm. All he wanted to do was fall into his bed and curl up next to his boyfriend. Of course, when he made it to his room, he was met with an empty bed and an empty cage to match nearby. After several grumbled words and a few choice owls to Griffin, he found a second wind of energy. He took the time to clean Edgar’s cage, then grabbed a towel and headed for the shower. The warm water and steam was relaxing. He was less upset about his wayward boyfriend the rat napper, when the shower was over. Malakai toweled off, put on some boxers and an undershirt. He fell into bed and wrapped himself in the blankets. The decision was made to deal with things after Griffin returned and he was able to get some sleep.

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my demons are begging me to open up my mouth || Griffin & Malakai

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“Hey, hey,” Griffin tried to cut Kai off before he could get going, frowning at him. “Hey, shut the fuck up. It’s fine, whatever, I don’t - I am not going to force you to do shit, so okay, don’t tell me - whoopee-fucking-doo.” He kept petting, fucking tinkled fucking pink to see how mused it was making Malakai’s fucking perfect hair.

He wasn’t the comforting type. This? All this, that’s it. That’s all Griff could offer Malakai because he just couldn’t, it didn’t fucking compute or whatever to coddle someone. Spare them what they didn’t have to deal with if it was spectacularly full of bullshitry, yeah, but he wasn’t going to pull Kai close and just - say a bunch of useless, empty fucking words to him. So he clamped down on his mouth, because holy shit he could believe it or not, and said fuck all.

Griff laughed, turning his head to bury his chuckles against the shitty, rough cushion. “Then get ready to be fucking blinded, it’s a bright one.”

This must make a fucking ridiculous sight, how the fuck were they still managing not to eat fucking ass on the compartment floor? The world may never know, Mr. Candy-eating fuck Owl. His thumbs dipped under shirt, circling over the skin. “Oh hell yeah,” Griffin answered, grinning. There was so much shit they could get up to - and, god, how hadn’t he managed to bring this up before? “Why? Do you really think I need a fucking break or something? Jesus, you’re an idiot. No, I want you to fucking stay with me.” Wriggling around a little bit more carefully, Griffin managed to get himself situated where he could crane his neck and tuck Kai’s head under his chin, clutching him closer. Fucking counter-balance or whatever, sure that’s all that was. “What kind of goddamn question was that?” He rolled his eyes.

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“Brightest moon I've ever seen.” Kai gave him a dopey grin. That sound. Griffin's laugh was an aesthetic and he could listen to it again and again. It was the comic relief to their fucked up little arrangement. No sentiment, no romance, just pure unadulterated rage and madness. They were quite the pair, maybe someone would write some shitty little story about them when they destroyed the school.

The lips surprised him. His eyes stayed wide, he gripped his arm, and tensed before he relaxed into it. Griffin was either trying to shut him up or prove a point. It was actually even more comical to think that Griffin was trying to shut him up because it was usually the other way around. He was ranting and raving about god only knows what and Kai was pressing his lips against his just to remind him that there were paths that lead to better endings. Kai was so glad he couldn't see him, they would never be able to function.

“If you say so.” He believed him, they should have done it sooner. The holidays would be better without having to tiptoe around the house and avoid parental units concerning stares. He pushed up against Griffin's chin. “How far are we from the stop?” He didn't want to move yet or get out, he just wanted to know how much time they had. The tight pressure around his torso was actually helping subdue some of the anxiety. He really didn't want to move, or go anywhere. To accentuate his wishes he turned to nip at the collar bone near his face. “You’re the idiot.” He sounded, producing a poor comeback far too late. Kai could care less though, he followed it up with a short chuckle and poked at his boyfriend’s side.

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my mind’s like a deadly disease || Damien & Kai

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Damien nodded. This had the potential of explosive repercussions, for both of them, should one of their concoctions go wrong and it lead to Malakai to become violate and combative, or other outcomes such as seizures. The constant risk of permanent crippling of brain functions hung heavy over his head. “Grayson will be barred as well,” He didn’t want her exposed to this, knew she wouldn’t approve and that was not something either of them needed to have during this. Too much risk, far too much. He would have to supervise any experiments performed for a minimal amount of time to watch for any side-effects, while also doing his best to provoke a reaction to see if he were capable of withstanding.

“What’s the base of that?” He asked, pointing as it’s sample was collected. It Chinese Chomping Cabbage, from the smell, and a powdered horn it looked like. Griphorn? Unicorn would have had more of a sheen to it until it was more finely ground. Or had it been a husk?

Humming low in the back of his throat, Damien crossed over to the pile of achieved data. Before progressing, he needed a thorough grasp of the situation as well as his reactions to certain combinations in varying percentages of dosage and measurements. Perhaps they could re-create some of these? “May I borrow these?” He asked, knocking on the cover of the first notebook on the impressive stack. “Complete discretion, of course.” Which would be difficult to accomplish with his girlfriend but not impossible.

Flicking through the pages, Damien skimmed over everything, closely noting the diagrams and equations, but not looking in depth. He wanted to devote as much time needed to read all of these in one sitting, however long it took; stimulate potions he had a ready supply of and there was no question of him missing any of his courses or tutoring sessions.

On the back cover, there was what he was seeking. Reviewing the lists of ingredients to the sedative, Damien noted what he could exclude (too reactive, too sensitive. Best not have any mixing of those with their trial runs) and what he could build off of. “Any allergies? Both magical and mundane.”

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“Agreed.” Quite honestly Malakai didn’t want anyone to know about this. It was too much for them to handle, let alone the rest of the world. They were attempting the impossible, something never done before and Kai was not optimistic about their chance of success. He was sure as hell willing to try, though and realistically believed that, together, they had a fighting chance to break some new ground in the field. 

“Chinese Chomping Cabbage, Griphorn horn, and a touch of evening primrose oil. I was going to add some gingko when it was ready for it but I don’t think the base is quite what it needs to be.” Kai walked back over to the cauldron and stirred, he leaned down to smell it. Shaking his head he looked at the bottles on the table, evaluating the chemical reactions as he read each name. He reached for the evening primrose oil and added three drops to the cauldron.

Kai nodded in response to his question. He had given up his inhibitions and hesitancy about releasing his history when he made the decision to bring Richards in on the project. Those books didn’t only hold the different formulas he had used, but also full details on every episode and each different reaction he had in result over the past six years. They were more honest than any patient had offered a physician. It would prove whether Damien was really prepared to jump on board or even associate with him any longer. He would not be shocked if he chose to walk away, nor offended. 

“I am lactose intolerant and I have a light aversion to gluten but I have never been tested for it and have built up a tolerance over the years.” Kai watched him as he read, still waiting for something new to do. His foot started to twitch again. “I do not have knowledge about magical property aversions, they never offered a test for those. Penicillin as well, though I doubt that will come up.” Unless he got an infection, but the Matron was aware of it. 

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my demons are begging me to open up my mouth || Griffin & Malakai

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“And who says I ain’t?” But Griffin couldn’t hold back the shiver at imagining it. 

He shifted his weight to one arm and ran his hand through Kai’s hair, lightly dragging his nails over scalp. He made a noise in the back of his throat, considering, and tried not to fuck himself over. He could feel his fucking intestines knot themselves up and he could just have vomited, honestly, because why the fuck wouldn’t Malakai want to tell him? Was he having enough, enough of his goddamn mouth and spasms? Were They agreeing with him? With how fucking useless he was, knowing he was nothing but a giant fucking useless waste of a ‘gift’? “No, I mean- fuck I’m not busting your nuts over here. You don’t have to tell me shit.” And if it weren’t for Kai’s enthusiasm for their new position, Griffin would have pulled back. Had started to, even.

He huffed and tried again not to get all fucking dopey, teeth-rotting adoration all over the goddamn place because boy, was that a bitch to clean up. He hung his head, resting his forehead on the seat, giving him fucking a perfect view of neck. He traced it with his nose, then lips and fucking almost bit him when he felt hands dip under his shirt, dangerously low. “Try not to show off the goods, eh? It ain’t time for anyone to see a fucking full moon.”

It was hard to relax, even as he snorted against that neck and this time he did nip, glaring at the delicate skin. “No, you didn’t have to get me jack shit, why did you?” This didn’t mean he hadn’t gotten Kai something, but fuck man, he wanted it to be a surprise and now they were going to end up trading gifts like a pair of fucking retards. It was disgusting domestic. He grumbled a few more choice, but inaudible things as he sunk down, settling himself half on Kai and half off the shitty fucking bench so he didn’t end up making mincemeat of his boyfriend. His hands wondered down, between them, to Kai’s hips, tugging him to his liking - which was closer.

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“I know, fuck. I know.” Kai hated it. He hated it so fucking much he would rather die from a thousand cuts then ever have another malicious voice that didn’t exist sound off in his brain. In his fucking brain. None of it made logical sense. He was a person of equations and reactions and empirical data and none of it added up to an explanation that made any more sense than the last one. “They say a lot of terrible things and I just.... damn it, Griff, I just don’t want you to deal with anymore of my shit.” He frowned. 

It wasn’t fair. Nothing was. Griffin had to see all the shit inside his head and then come back to deal with whatever madness happened to be going on within his boyfriend’s brain. Kai was supposed to be a release for him, a comfort, not something new to add to his rants. “Because I wanted to see a full moon.” He moved his hands back up his back because this distraction was better, this was what he wanted between them, the rest could stay in his head.

He pressed up and grunted as he was pushed and pulled into a new position. Once Griffin was done manipulating him to his liking. Kai moved again, finding a way to lay his head on a shoulder and wrap his arms around him. “You sure you want me to stay?” The words were muffled into his torso, an echo of a whisper repeated in the back of his mind. Kai sniffed and further nuzzled his face into the boy’s shirt. 

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Well then, my dear ravioli, please return when you feel I am worthy of your presence once again. I'll be the wet noodle trying to get some sleep. Also try not let Edgar play in the snow, he could get lost and freeze to death.

How the fuck are you a soggy noodle? Fucking, fucking FINE I need to deal with a fucking British fucking Bella Goddamn Swan and I’ll be back. Like hell I’m going to hurt Edgar, you’re the one who shoves shit up his ass

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my mind’s like a deadly disease || Damien & Kai

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Damien tilted his head, canting it towards Malakai during the course of his elaborations. He drummed the handle of the rod. “Attempting to prevent that mental blockage will undermine most of these ingredients’ effects,” He knocked against one vial in particular, frowning at it. He moved it away from the cauldron, already mapping out possible combinations, each branching out in his mind to charting possible outcomes.

“Do you have any notes for the previous trials?” He asked. Without them, there would be no way for him to know what was tried and failed, what combinations held potential and which were miserable failures. He stepped away from the cauldron, watching him work with rapt attention. “Watch your temperature.” He said, unflinching as it popped and sizzled. There was a reason why Damien preferred to use modified heating plates, rather than the traditional burning flame. Much more control required.

“Too much sedatives?” He asked, maybe too eager to collect data. “Or too many stimulates?” Again, this brought back his concern. The very nature of the potion would be conflicting and as such, it would require use of far too many substitutions. He would need precise calculations and every bit of information he could collect - down to Malakai’s exact weight and height for them to temper with dosage and percentages.

Yes, Damien was getting ahead of himself. Luckily, Malakai brought him back to reality as he already leapt headlong into his improvised figures.

“For me?” He arranged his face to have no expression, least of all any hesitation or, worse of all, pity. “Or, for you?”

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“I know.” There were a number of trials and errors that had resulted with the same, if not worse mind numbing effects. Sometimes too much of something, sometimes too little. There was one that turned his skin purple for three whole days. Another, sent him on an episode that had him wandering out onto the grounds and straight into the forbidden forest. He had thought that he was meeting someone very important there, instead he was drug back to his room by a very worried friend. 

Malakai turned down the flame at Damien’s prodding. He watched the liquid closely and then tapped the counter in minor triumph when it changed to a cool shade of blue. Kai immediately pulled the beaker from the flame and placed it in a separate holder to cool down to room temperature. 

“I believe this last one was too many sedatives, so once I was roused or stimulated by any sort of trigger.” This time being the stress of having to return home for the holidays. “The common symptoms reoccurred but in a more agitated and mutated form.” Two of his fingers tapped at his thigh in regular rhythm as he circled the room, checking on each ingredient and keeping mind to jot down a note when he came across something. 

“I have some recent noted here.” He tapped the research notebook in front of him. “I also have the last several years over there.” His head nodded to the stack of notebooks on a nearby chair. Every symptom, reaction, ingredient, brewing method, and anything else needed to know was written down in those books. It was a reminder at how long he had been at it. 

“Both... I suppose. I’ve brewed an active sedative, you are welcome to add any changes if you will. I may also suggest locking the door and not letting Griffin know the extent of our experiments.” That covered the bases for both of them, at least in his mind. He didn’t want to worry either of their significant others. Griffin already had cause for concern at any given moment, he didn’t want to be added to that.

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my mind’s like a deadly disease || Damien & Kai

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Damien pursued the various other flasks and vials, pausing here and there to read the neat labels. Moondew, Sloth Brain Mucus, Syrup of Hellebore. There were supplements as well; melatonin tablets caught his eye.

The Gingko set him on edge, being well adverse with Malakai’s propensity with experiments. Those set his teeth on edge and Damien refused to partake in anything deeming it necessary to risk another’s life. He could only accept running trials on himself, resulting in numerous accidental poisonings. It was a learning process that he valued.

He was also the only creature whom he felt equipped enough to know his base-controls.

Looking up at Malakai, Damien waited patiently for his explanation. When it came, he simply turned a scrutinizing eye towards the other Ravenclaw, stepping forward. “I am to an extent, yes.” He answered after a moment, looking up at him. There were enough devils in Hahn’s closet without needing to add his judgement, so he offered none, simply turned his mind to the brew before him. He peered into the murky depths of the cauldron; it smelt like boiled cabbage. “You don’t need to elaborate, if you don’t feel comfortable enough.”

If this was solely for his benefit, the only test subject during the course of this would have to be Malakai himself. Damien looked up briefly as he swirled the stirring rod around, looking down to check the viscosity. “I’ll help you.”

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“Well there is a bit more explaining needed, but if I can avoid having to go into the extant of the..” Malakai paused and swallowed to re-moisten his mouth. “Of the illness. The medication they prescribed after a trial of others, it was not completely efficient. While it did the purpose of holding some of the auditory hallucinations at bay and level my mood, I was no longer able to read the simplest of text or solve the least complex equations.” He used these as examples knowing that it would be much easier for Damien to understand.

“When I arrived at Hogwarts, I was given more independence with my medication and also the option of some potion alternatives that had much of the same effects.” He stood now, checking on a simmering red liquid and reaching to the mortar to grab a small pinch of graphorn horn to add. The liquid popped and he inched back to keep most of his eyebrows in tact. 

“I have gone through several different formulas over the years with only slight success.” He thought of the train ride, how the voices had come back with such a strong ferocity.  It was unlike any of the other times. “I had thought this most recent... I had thought it would work, but I was wrong.” A finger rubbed at his temple, at a phantom pain. “I welcome your help, but I would like to set up safety provisions for you first.” 

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my mind’s like a deadly disease || Damien & Kai

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The Ford Anglia was barely recongisable. Damien was unsure of how long it receded in the Forbidden Forest, but it must have been quite some time. Long enough for it’s battery to have completely decomposed, at the very least.

The tyres were run out, also. The tread wore down, leaving useless empty husks. Whomever owned this car, regardless of how it managed to end up so very deep within the wards of the school, this deep in the forest, must have ran down the car trying to escape the snares of Devil’s Snare that threaded itself around the exterior (and wormed its way into the interior). The easiest obstacle had been banishing the Devil’s Snare.

Damien spent the next several hours moving, deconstructing, and finally, owling his uncle Blythe. He was startled by the school’s barn-owl appearing in his shop, however, he was quick to reply and offer to send a parcel to him containing several service manuels to him for various models of the Anglia Ford. He made no promise regarding what models, but it would have to make do.

He skipped making a change of clothes to head directly to Malakai’s location from the Owlry, cleaning as much as he could. Nothing could be done for his shirt, unfortunately, so he took it off to use as a rag, leaving him in the ribbed vest he wore beneath. He just scrubbed most of the oil, grease and various other muck off his face when he entered to his fellow Ravenclaw’s enthusiastic greeting. “Hahn.”

Raising an eyebrow, Damien made a circuit of the room to examine the various ingredients laid about as well as the potion. Damien picked up a delicate bottle of Horklump juice, turning it over. “Yes,” He hummed, “What is the Ginkgo for?”  He asked, setting the bottle down to look at Malakai. His voice was flat but there was no disguising his curiosity, the beast it was.

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Kai barely blinked an eye at the greasy, partially shirtless, and scrawny appearance of the other Ravenclaw. What did appearances matter when there was so much work to be done? He instead followed his movements to the various ingredients spread throughout the room. “It's for me.” Malakai replied and for all sense of the meaning it was.

“Let me explain.” He twisted his hands together and took a leaning seat on a stool. “When I was nine years old, I was diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder.” He was actually surprised it had been so easy to say but he never was good at beating around the bush. His hand raised to tug through his hair, pulling through snarls as they combed through. “Are you familiar with it?” He was okay explaining if he wasn't, it was not the most common diagnosis of either illness but Richards knew a girth of random information, same as himself. His foot started shaking, another tic, awaiting his response before continuing on further. 

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my mind’s like a deadly disease || Damien & Kai

The clinking of the bottles, bubbling liquid, and soft sizzling was calming to Malakai. It meant something was happening, something was being created. Many hours had been spent in that room, Kai could not tell you whether he had been to bed or not but he could tell you how many times he ground up graphorn horn before he got the right consistency for his current endeavor. It was a new formula, but not much had changed. He was actually quite sure that it would not work, but until he had Richards to bounce ideas off of, he was a bit clouded.

Ever since the train ride he had been thinking about spending time working on a new formula to silence the madness that was his… well… madness. He would be keen to even subdue the thing without killing every ounce of intelligence he possessed in the process. However, before he was able to come he had to subdue someone else. Griffin had ran off to blow some steam off on the quidditch pitch, or shower… Kai wasn’t sure what he had been ranting about while he was feeding Edgar this morning.

“Richards!” Kai said with a bit of enthusiasm. “Just the guy I’ve been waiting for.” It was high time Damien was let in on his side project, they had done enough together and he could use the extra set of eyes. That and he was sure, after meeting just a small part of the Wood family, that Damien wouldn’t go running when he heard of his true mental diagnosis. Besides, science wasn’t fun without the challenge of finding a solution, right?

“I got some things to tell you about.” He ended, setting down the notepad.