( cis man | he/him | archie renaux ) —— isn’t that LORCAN D'EATH? yeah that is them, outside the three broomsticks! they used to be PRIVATELY TUTORED / BRIEFLY IN SEVERAL SCHOOLS but apparently they now work as a MUSICIAN. sybill once said that they reminded her of hair dye stains all over the tile, an expensive guitar covered in stickers, chasing down your pet raven because it stole a kitchen knife, and wearing a leather jacket in the middle of summer which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit ERRATIC, DISORGANISED and SELF ABSORBED, they’re TWENTY-ONE now but some things never change! i wonder how being a HALF VAMPIRE is affecting them after school, especially now they’re NEUTRAL? i guess only time will tell… —— [ alek ]
bio:
so once upon a time there was an indian-american diplomat that got stationed in ireland and met an approximately 200 year old vampire
you’ve read twilight you know how that goes. elizabeth and ardál had a very lovely wedding and a year later were expecting twins.
elizabeth wasn’t about to quit her career and ardál wasn’t about to let the kids get sent off to boarding schools run by wizards, so he taught the kids at home while she worked. they moved constantly, usually staying places less than a year
very briefly mum managed to convince dad to put the kids in ilvermorny-- lasted until halloween. two years later, beauxbatons-- lasted until christmas break
lorcan’s spending a lot of time alone with his dad, who’s fine, he guesses, but very clearly disapproves of every single thing he thinks or does and yeah that’s not v fun
having a twin should have been company, except it wasn’t very fun that the golden child was as close as he was ever going to get to seeing his reflection
so he’s sitting in his room playing around with his guitar most of the time, writing songs and messing around.
uses a fake id to play in bars,
gets lucky and gets signed at 17, with his first album coming out right before he turned 18, quits anything resembling schooling to go on tour
absolutely loves being on tour, so just keeps doing it for a bit over three years.
eventually his manager got him to agree to another album, so he’s stuck in london until he finishes it
“I mean, that’s grounds for ending a friendship, as far as I’m concerned,” Ned agrees with a lazy shrug and a grin to match. “If I thought my friend was shagging everyone except me, I’d be pretty fucking offended.”
“You’re Emma’s mate, aren’t you? The singer?” The question is only a formality, of course - Ned has queued up Vanity on every jukebox he’s come across while in Emma’s company since the day the song was released.
“Unless Emma’s got some other singer stashed somewhere-- and I wouldn’t put that past her-- that’s me.” Lorcan would normally take offense to being called so-and-so’s friend instead of internationally famous rockstar Lorcan d’Eath, but at least being Emma’s friend implied a certain level of fun. “And you’re.. something about Quidditch. Play it? Write about it?”
“Hey, you don’t have to tell me,” Ned replies with a chuckle. “It’s other people making shit unnecessarily complicated. Being mates that fuck sometimes is probably the ideal arrangement.”
“Exactly!” Lorcan grinned, glad someone finally understood. “It wouldn’t even be fair if you were hooking up with everyone else and didn’t fuck your bro-- that’s, like, discrimination.”
“I don’t know this word, ‘bromance’?” Dajo said, trying to translate it in his brain and coming up short. It clearly had something to do with sex, he just wasn’t sure what taking care of a bro had to do with it all.
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“Like a romance, but with your bro.” Lorcan raised an eyebrow, wondering who on earth hadn’t heard of bromance. “More important than romance romance, for sure.”
❝ a threat ? is that a promise too then ? i think i’d rather like being this fucking hot forever ❞ but even as she said the words the thought soured in her mouth . young , dumb and beautiful . that’s what she kept calling herself , and day by day the likelihood of her ever becoming more than that felt all the more distant . ❝ i think a stalker would be quite flattering , don’t you ? and if they bring by shit like that ? they’re all the more welcome ❞
“Threat, promise-- same difference, isn’t it?” Lorcan tapped his fingers on the table, trying to lure over Neamhain. “If it weren’t for quidditch, I’d say to do it. But it’d suck trying to do all those practices in the sun, yeah?” He found himself wondering if Emma had ever actually met a full vampire-- there was no way for him to explain the change from living to dead, when he’d spent his entire life in the middle ground. “Suppose it’d actually be hard to tell the difference between a stalker and the press half the time, and I’ve never gotten anything fun from a reporter. You’re definitely onto something there.”
❛ 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 to almost anything , ❜ sirius waves him off , shrugging . ❛ that’s also a fair point , ❜ he echoes lorcan , smile quirking up . ❛ do you title off most alliances you make ? i think your band would deserve the biggest ridicule . i think my father still has a bone to pick with me over how i’d lose it over seeing something needs to be played pianissimo . ❜
“No, but my accountant probably wishes I did. He’s still mad about Emma talking in the background of some recordings for the new album.” Lorcan rolled his eyes, the thought of the finances behind his life making him almost want to run back to West Virginia. “Pianissimo’s for cowards and rich fucks, of course he’d take issue.”
❝ what’s the difference ? like really lor , is there a difference ? i got something i wanted and it’s not like i died ❞
“You’re not allowed to die-- and that’s a threat, I will bring you back.” Didn’t quite work that way, but Lorcan would make it work that way if he had to. “Suppose it’s not too bad, considering it already happened? That’s just, y’know, how you get stalkers. And I’d rather die than have to start having a guest list for parties.”
“every time you open your mouth I like you more and more. it’s like you’re living in my brain, lorc. you want another drink?”
“Gimme.” Lorcan laughed, glad to have stumbled into the right kind of dive bar. “You haven’t heard me talking to the actual Brits, though. They’ve never heard of West Virginia, so I get to tell them my house was infested with mothmen growing up. And they believe it.”
❛ 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ? 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 i think you went wrong . i woulv’e aimed for creating a fog cocktail , or getting it to transfigure once off the machine . ❜ sirius ponders his thoughts with the slight dramatic rubbing of his chin , laughing then at the comment of lorcan’s career of choice . ❛ that’s definitely not a waste , for what it’s worth . although i am sure ogden would love being called a tequila scientist . ❜
“Where I went wrong was not knowing the whole damn thing was going to catch on fire, but that’s a fair point.” Lorcan laughed, making a mental note to maybe try that if Emma let him bring in another fog machine. “Yeah, concerts and firewhiskey sales go hand in hand-- I’ve probably driven enough Ogdens’ sales to call him any job title I want.”
location: howlor hall
cissa’s pre-birthday party
@beforedawnstarters
“oh hey! i was hoping i’d find you eventually - there’s just.. a few more people around than i was expecting, definitely got lost in the crowds a few times.”
“Americans got to stick together, for sure. If I get a few more drinks in, I’m not sure anyone else is gonna understand me.”
“i lost my only friend here, fuck.” she says under her breath, clutching onto the gift of whisky that she had brought like it was a safety blanket. “oh fuck it.” she sighs, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig. instant regret. she shakes her head a bit before finding a couch to sit down on, she’s people watching, one of her favourite past times, and feeling incredibly like a fish out of water.
“I know two people here and I’ve lost them both, it’s fine.” Lorcan laughed, figuring it was probably a good sign that Emma seemed to have disappeared out somewhere. Merlin knew about Alecto, though. “Clearly it’s been too long since I’ve been on tour, I’ve hardly been recognised.”
“what? you mean ludo bagman? he’s not a demon, he’s my brother. or are you talking about the vacuum i mentioned? i swear it’s not demonic.”
Lorcan froze a second, confused as to what a Ludo Bagman was. “No, probably both of those things, yeah, but I mean the cat. He looks like a raw chicken, it’s amazing.”
