paint your picture on silence

DAISUKE MINAMOTO. THIRTY-TWO. MUSICIAN. ORDER MEMBER. RAVENCLAW ALUMNUS. ❝ in the depths of winter, i finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. ❞

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You're so easily forgotten.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t already KNOW. Besides, he would be lucky to be forgotten. “To be forgotten, you first have to be remembered.” His lips were pressed into a thin line, his words but a wisp as they evaporated into the air. It didn’t matter how many instruments he played, that he had a black belt in karate, and that he could complete a sudoku within minutes. His existence was meaningless, his imprint on the world nothing that wouldn’t fade with a small amount of time. 

He was a shadow. He always stood in the back, and he could not exist without a figure standing in front of him, towering, and he was left to only follow behind, never to be seen, not truly. 

The few friends that he had ( just Dorian, only Dorian, and he was always such a larger than life presence ) were up in mountains, heading toward the skies, and he was drowning in the river below. 

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corabrightwell.

“l-leave them alone!” she shouted, wand pointed with lethal attempt as she blocked the path to the severely injured people behind her. “one step, one movement. it’ll all end for you.”

What were students even doing here? It would be a waste of breath to act. If not even Dorian could have gotten the Order to act otherwise, Daisuke didn’t stand a chance. But he could at least make a STAND, throwing a hex in the direction of the man cornering the injured who were huddled together, Cora standing guard in front of them all. The man went airborne and Daisuke took a spot beside her, standing back to back and glancing over his shoulder. “You alright?” He wasn’t sure how long they could ward people off. This ambush was quickly turning against them. 

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corabrightwell.

cora had took to following close behind the others that entered the haunted house. smart, she complimented herself as the leader’s fears would be on display in front of her instead of her own. however, this one was more gruesome than evil teachers or clowns. it turned her stomach ( almost as much  as what the guy was wearing ) but she took the back of the costume in her hand, giving the slightest of tugs so that she could easily step in between them.

“riddikulus.” she said sternly, not giving the boggart much time to shape into her biggest fear. it wasn’t like her to step in to help much anyone. she believed that everyone should be responsible for taking care of their own fears like she did. however, he seemed to have been frozen in place – in an area where the boggart might come back. concerned, round eyes attempted to meet the boys but she was met with a mask with no eyes. she sighed, reaching up to lift the edge of it up over his forehead. “its gone now. just a boggart.” she hesitated for a moment, taking his hand before leading him towards the door – wand at the ready to dismiss anything else that could scare him.

When he was pulled back, it felt much like he was being dragged into a different dimensional, spacial plane, not such an uncommon sensation for Daisuke. His biggest fear, when manifested into form, was his own invisibility. The lack of impression that he made on much of anyone, floating through life with a menial existence. When he died, who was there to notice, save for Dorian who had his own life, was out saving people and doing important things. What was to say that he wouldn’t end up a carcass that was feasted upon, no one noticing his death save for the maggots who made food out of him?

The boggart was evaporated and Daisuke blinked out of his fog, turning his attention to the young girl who had assisted him, giving a bleak nod to her announcement that the boggart was no longer around. Letting himself be guided for a moment, he tugged his hand down, properly expressing his gratitude in a bow. “Thank you. Really should’ve known better to come in without my wand poised in hand. But I appreciate you stepping in where I was lacking.” She hadn’t even seemed to hesitate where he had been frozen. 

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Slinking into the shadowy halls of the haunted house seemed only natural for Daisuke. He could have found some fun in the music, perhaps, but he was in one of his moods where a large crowd felt s u f f o c a t i n g. He shouldn’t have come. He glanced down at his hands in the darkness where eyes had been charmed on. Non-functioning ones, of course. No one had even understood his Pale Man costume to appreciate the efforts he’d put into it. With a heavy sigh, he turned the corner toward the blinking red light of the exit. 

The buzz came first. Flies, a swarm of them, nestled TOGETHER as if they were gnats. They surrounded the carcass that was at his feet. His expression hollowed, a rain that couldn’t be felt misting around him. The skin of the dead body was being consumed by a herd of maggots that wormed a path on the marrow of the bone. The body was too deformed to be identified. He stood, immobile, lips pursed, unblinking. 

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dorianshacks.

dorian let out a hiss as the bandage was placed firmly over his arm, covering the angry red welt that a particularly nasty hex had gotten him, “you know, i’ve gotten plenty of these over the year—-i’ll be fine, nothing to worry about. part of the job, y’know?”

Glancing up from his handwork, looping bandage around Dorian’s tricep, Daisuke purposely pressed against the swollen skin with a thin index finger. “Arguably, with this logic, then you should not be concerned if I were to break out into song like our life was a musical considering my own profession.” The analogy was lacking, but often Daisuke relied on a bit more unbalanced logic to fight against Dorian’s own. “I would think you of all people would reject assumed hazards. Besides, you are meant to disable curses, not take the brunt of them.”