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Luckily Roseville wasn’t too far from Gallagher’s campus. The bus ride itself danced around the half hour mark, and save for a few bumps in the road it was a relatively smooth drive. Asher and Regine didn’t talk most of the way there, which was kind of their style sometimes. Asher sat in the window seat and Regine, with her head in her phone looking up the price of a very rare gold butterfly knife from Switzerland on a black market website, had one leg up on the seat and her back leaning against Asher’s shoulder for support. The bus came to a halt and as it parked it rumbled, causing everyone’s bodies to jolt slightly with the motion. Regine lifted her head up so that it fell on Asher’s shoulder, “Guess we’re here.” she groaned, shooting up and giving him a playful slap on his arm to signal getting off the bus and entering Roseville. “Preference on our first stop?” she said as they walked down the aisle.

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“Amycus?” Delilah called as she was swept up in the crowd. Her heart was pounding and she couldn’t find her husband anywhere. He had been right beside her, they had been in the process of leaving when the chaos had broken out. He had been right there... “Amycus?” She called out again, hoping that this time would be different, that he would just be there again. But all that was there was emptiness that was quickly filled by more people. The people in black robes and masks were getting more numerous by the second, the fire on the stage growing. She realized that she was going to have to go and leave her husband behind, and she knew that he was more capable to take care of himself than she was, and that the longer she stayed there the worse it would get.

Suddenly it hit her that her sister’s murderer may be in this room. That one of those masks was potentially the last thing that Gisela had seen before she was killed and Delilah froze. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, and it wasn’t because the smoke from the fire on stage. The overwhelming grief that had been teetering on edge the entire day suddenly hit her like a tidal wave and she felt like she was going to drown. She didn’t even notice the masked figure that suddenly grabbed onto her, and she let out a sudden scream. Was she about to join her sister? Delilah started to fight them, trying to reach for her wand, which she realized was missing.

A well aimed spell came out of nowhere and the masked figure let go and she turned to the closest person near her. She recognized Asher Westenberg, she remembered him from Andromeda’s party. If he was a friend of Andromeda’s than he was good enough for her and she rushed to him. “Please, I can’t find my wand or my husband. We need to get out of here.” @ashernotashes

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[ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret (asher & dominik !)

Dom didn't usually go to departmental parties like this. He wasn't really a school spirit of person. He wasn't really an anything spirit sort of person, preferring to regard most of the world with a healthy dose of skepticism, but he could make an exception when he knew Asher would be there. He knew nothing could happen in a room full of people. They'd barely exchanged a few words over canapes, as was appropriate between student and teacher. But it was enough tonight to be in his orbit, and it beat the hell out of returning home to an apartment full of ghosts.

After a little while, he'd slipped away to wander upstairs. The building was old, some sort of landmark for the school, and he'd deftly ignored the velvet rope and the polite little sign stating the upper level was off limits. He had documented issues with authority. As far as he could tell, there was nothing special up there anyway. He turned when a creak behind him announced the presence of another, a little smirk coming to his lips when his gaze landed on Asher. He really hadn't been sure he would follow, so it was a nice surprise, and he didn't hesitate to close the space between them and press a quick kiss to his lips, a hand fisted in the front of his shirt to drag the obscenely tall professor down to his level. "Hi."

#character: dominik carstens #chat: asher #thecuratxr #college!verse

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss. (Asher to Dominik!)

Dom wouldn't say that fucking a professor was the worst thing he'd ever done, but it probably cracked the top ten. He'd been acting out since he was a teenager against oppressively religious parents and, unknown to them, communing with the spirits of the dead he'd been able to see since childhood. So, really, this was about par for the course with him. Maybe it had started because it was forbidden, that first flicker of interest in a handsome older man made doubly attractive by the fact that he absolutely should not pursue it, but that wasn't why he stayed.

At some point, Asher had become the best part of every day. When he was kissing him, he didn't have to worry about going home for the weekend or the fact that his sister hadn't answered his last three calls. He didn't have to think about the test he had next week or whether or not there was a ghost waiting for him back in the apartment he shared with three other guys. He only had to think about this: Asher's lips on his, Dom's hands in his hair, the feeling of his body against his when he rolled his hips beneath him. "Just this?" He broke the kiss long enough to breathe the words against his lips, a tease and a challenge in it.

#character: dominik carstens #chat: asher #thecuratxr #tw: religious themes

for: @asherfms location: somewhere in ithaca

How was he feeling? It felt as though there were fireworks under his skin, the post-show buzz had Otto’s teeth bared in half-snarl, half-smile, he was something untethered and untouchable: kissed by the cool breeze of the night as he loped through the lot, seeking out wherever Asher had gone off to. A cigarette dangled from the seam of his mouth, glowing cherry bright until he seemed to recall it was there, reaching to put it back between his fingers, where it was then outstretched and offered to his friend. Over his chest, a tight shirt stretched and exposed his wiry frame underneath, and the words ‘I’m with the band’ described exactly what he was doing tonight. “Best show yet,” he breathed, and the flattery came easily after so many drinks. “I think we should celebrate, just the two of us.”