gotta buy a new soul

mikael mulciber ii. brother to lisbeth. eighteen years old. slytherin. seventh year. pureblood. objective. wandless magic pratictioner. death eater. compulsive. hypocrite.

[mikaelsmulciber]

O que acha do tal menino McLaggen da Ravenclaw? gatinhu?

Mc-fucking who?

I'm not a Ravenclaw guy. And stick him right into your ass if you think he's cute enough, I don't really care.

[tophermulcibers]

Wow, you’re so bloody smart, Mikael. If you can’t even look me in the eye and say what you’re thinking, then you sure as hell can’t require the same from me. Want someone as intelligent as you? Go to the Ravenclaw Tower, Bazing Nott’s gotta be there for some reason. You can still burn my letters and throw them from up there. I can only see advantages. 

[mikaelsmulciber]

You wanna know what? Go fuck yourself. Fuck you so very fucking much. Where's my head? Probably feeling a fucking deathwish. Why the hell am I talking to you? You stupid bloody moron! Wanna talk about Bazile Nott? Go ahead, screw you. Oh, go there and fucking screw that Fearghus boy too. So I'll burn your letters and me freaking bloody eyes.

And I'm not going to the stupid Ravenclaw Tower, I'm going to my private room see the face you really, really, really want me to see. That's what you want, hm? Because when I'm being a "good" person, you go there and try enough to make me lose my temper. 

Maybe I can end my fucking life too so I won't hear you bitching about things I can't-fucking-control.

[tophermulcibers]

I know. Can we have this conversation later? I thought we were just fooling around but you totally killed the buzz with your over-sentimentalism.

Kidding. But, really, can we talk about it later? I have shitloads of things to say. I’ll write it down.

[mikaelsmulciber]

Good to know I'm still the best making you shut up and change the subject. For God's sake fuck you're so easily intimidated. Now I won't have to deal with your shit about the gorgeous and stupid face of yours.

Yes, you can write anything you want and I'll probably burn everything and throw from the Ravenclaw's tower. Or should I make you burn? I'm better listening, try to say while you're looking at me. Asshole. You're not delusional, just a little dumb. A little. Not much, promise.

[tophermulcibers]

Nope, never. But why would you hate my face, anyway? You’ve always implied… quite the opposite.

No, you don’t have to. Just don’t say I’m “fucking delusional” when we both know I am not.

[mikaelsmulciber]

You need to understand that I'm not a man of words. Neither a man of my words. I tend to lie a lot.

The problem is: since what I did to you, the veritaserum thing, I promised myself not to. Not again. Even if my honesty hurts you. But I'm asking you to please, don't ask me why.

It doesn't matter anymore, Topher. Not after two years. I can't possibly imagine why it means so much for you, not after what I became.

[tophermulcibers]

In between classes, during classes, in the morning, in the afternoon, at night and blah blah blah. At least I admit to have said it. I could be just a major douchebag right now and state that you are fucking delusional.

Because, like you’ve said a few times, you miss me like hell. But if you changed your mind, fuck you very much too.

[mikaelsmulciber]

If someday you leak information about what I write you... You'll see me in your last breath. And someone has to be the douchebag here, and you can't even if you try with this shaved baby freaking face. Have I said before that I hate your face? Yes, I hate everything about it.

... Do I have to, Topher? I suck at words, I suck at personal contact, I suck at pretty much everything. Do I really need to say out loud and letters aren't enough?

[tophermulcibers]

"You know that letter with the ‘missing’ thing? It was from me”. You’re downright pathetic.

[mikaelsmulciber]

"I miss you everyday. I miss you during breakfast, I miss you during lunch, I miss you during dinner." ... Do you want me to keep going?

You're hopeless and so freaking annoying like a fucking little girl, why on earth did I decide to give you another chance? Fuck you very much, cousin.

[mikaelsmulciber]

ai sem or estou sem ar

The problem is all fucking yours, now get out of my sight ‘cuz you’re not the first one.

[tophermulcibers]

For the sake of Morgana, is this the result of almost two years apart?

Yes, you look like shit, but why should I stop staring? Do you want me to stare at the ceiling while I’m talking to you? When did you get so shy, dear cousin? Am I making you nervous?

[mikaelsmulciber]

I'm not fucking shy and I'm certainly not a "dear". And no, you're not making me nervous. But I can't barely see me in the mirror, and it sucks. The worst part is that I can't touch a thing. Not a single one... Neither a single someone. Or something, it doesn't matter. I'm feeling kinda better here, like I can finally breath, despite you being such a pain in the arse. 

[tophermulcibers]

You’re the sweetest person ever, Mikael.

Alright, then. I miss you too. Just a little, though. Don’t make a great deal out of this.

[mikaelsmulciber]

I'm full of rainbows, huh? Like, the light of Slytherin. Always sweet.

And I'm looking like shit, please don't stare me this much. Look away, right now. Do it and I promise that won't say anything about how much I bet you missed me and kept thinking about when we'd talk again... Or just be with each other in general.

[tophermulcibers]

I… kind of already knew that. Or I was just hoping it was you.

So… Do you want me to answer it out loud?

[mikaelsmulciber]

Do you think I said it out loud just for you to shut up?

Yes I do, Topher. Of course I want you to answer me.

[tophermulcibers]

I don’t see it like that. But if it means I’m pretty fucked up, then so be it. Not like I care.

Stay, then. There’s no one interesting waiting for you in that bloody tower, anyway. I want you to talk to me too, Mikael, and I have the whole night, for that record.

[mikaelsmulciber]

First things first, I'm not used to be a pussy so: you know that letter with the "missing" thing? It was from me.

Save the speeches.

[tophermulcibers]

So I guess we’re pretty normal, huh?

No, I’m not bothered… at all. You can stay a little longer. I mean, if you want to.

[mikaelsmulciber]

If by normal you mean: we're pretty fucked up and with nothing on mind, yes, you're right. We're pretty normal.

Good, because I'm tired. Like... Really tired. Like my bones are breaking from inside out, it's so freaking terrifying sometimes. I mean, it's not... Forget it. Wanna know what? Don't forget it. I want you to talk to me, Topher, I don't care if only for five minutes.

[tophermulcibers]

Do you mean “did you ever think ‘holy shit, he’s my cousin’ when we were making out?” Nah, not really. You pureblood guys do it all the time, don’t you?

Why are you thinking about that now? Anyway, responding to your question: because you’re having a relapse.

[mikaelsmulciber]

Yes, yes we do. Why am I raising this argument after seventeen years, even Salazar himself can't tell.

Are you bothered? Because if you are, I can turn around and go back to my private tower, you know. It's just... Nevermind. Again.

[tophermulcibers]

Calm down, Mikael. Why so bitter?

We’re bonded by blood, have a little respect for your family, yes?

[mikaelsmulciber]

Why am I even talking to you?

Did you ever... When we were doing... The family thing...  You and me... Well. Okay, forget it. Let's go back to the: why am I even talking to you part.

[tophermulcibers]

Did I offend you, cousin? I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention.

[mikaelsmulciber]

Stop calling me cousin, call me Mikael for Mordred's sake, we're bonded by blood.

Good. Now shut the fuck up and do not even try to think of me as a girl. Got it? Great.

[mikaelsmulciber]

que tal me chupar assim?

Ohhhhh. Rude.

Okay, fine for me. Show me what you got. 

[mikaelsmulciber]

you're the hottest guy i've ever met ♥

And I'm not even trying.