#nathanchastain

[casruncorn]

While Cas wouldn’t call himself an insomniac, the truth was he was an early riser and sometimes he had the tendency to wake up in the middle of the night without being able to go back to sleep. Depending on how bored he was on any given night, sometimes he got dressed and went looking for something entertaining to do.

And by something, he meant someone.

The Bad Dragon wasn’t the only place he went to pick people up, but it was one of his favorites. That’s why when someone approached him where he was leaning outside against the wall, he recognized them. 

Fernando, real name unknown. Trying to figure out his name was something of a fun game for Cas, one that he’d so far yet to win, but he wasn’t giving up yet.

“Already done for the night, sweetheart?” Cas called as he lit his cigarette. “If you’re off stage, does this mean I get your name yet or do I need to keep guessing? Anthony, maybe? Renaldo?” @nathan-chastain​

[nicholas-chastain]

Fathers and Sons and Bastards

Nic climbed through the window with a pint of Nate’s favorite ice-cream under his arm, not for any particular reason except that he knew Nate enjoyed it (except also maybe because he was worried Nate was still angry at Nic for grounding him after the several near-death experiences, and also because ever since watching a mangled corpse fall out of a prize box at the St. Mungo’s Valentine’s Ball Nic had been even jumpier than usual, which meant wrecking a few dinners and also accidentally lighting the couch on fire. At the time he’d also thrown up in one of the hospital’s decorative planters, but he was pretty sure no-one saw. 

So he’d lain low for a few weeks and was trying not to think about the fact that the Death Eaters had violently murdered a quidditch star).

“I got ice-cream!” he called, closing the window behind him and crossing from his bedroom into the living room, expecting Nate to be home during this time of day and maybe napping. “Caneton-”

“Nate?” Something was wrong something was wrong and it hummed in every part of his body. Why did Nate’s face look like that? “What happened?!”

@nathan-chastain

[trisxrojas]

“You do not look happy.” To be fair, it wasn’t as though Tristan was overly familiar with Fernando - with Nate’s moods, but still, something seemed wrong with him. Maybe he’d had a late night and hadn’t gotten enough sleep? After all, Tristan knew that he kept late hours, but not much else. Maybe he needed more sun?

Since it was finally warming up in England, Tristan wanted to attempt braving the beach and to see if a day with the water and the sun made him feel any better instead of fed up with England at large. The sight of Nate was, truthfully, a reminder that he wasn’t the only one with problems. “Do you need a vacation?” @nathan-chastain​

[zephyrbcll]

“Okay, so remind me. What in the fuck are we supposed to be making?” Zephyr asked as he frowned at the counter, taking in the arrangement of ingredients spread out. Hands on his hips, Zephyr wondered idly if the number of different items that seemed scattered around meant that Nathan had decided to repay his easy Italian lesson with an advanced French lesson.

If that was the case, let the record show that he was not amused.

“Please tell me you went shopping and haven’t had the chance to put all this up.” He said, somehow managing to make it sound more like an order than a request as he turned his face just enough to look at Nathan, as if waiting for Nathan to announce just how annoyed Zephyr was about to get with the latest round of their cultural cooking exchange that marked them down as members of team Britain’s Food Sucks. @nathan-chastain

[casruncorn]

Not in the least bit scared away from the fair despite the attempts of the crazy cat lady, Cas found himself wandering the fair in hopes of a distraction that would dim that particular encounter in his mind. 

Oh, certainly, the music and the rides and all that were a distraction, but they weren’t really on par with the events going on lately, were they? It was shockingly sedate, pleasant in its thrills instead of terrifying, and Cas knew that this meant he likely needed a break from the louder distractions, but the trouble was, he found it difficult to focus on any of them. What was the point, exactly?

There was something missing from the experience and Cas thought it was possibly human interaction because you were supposed to play at a fair, but he didn’t have anyone to play with, that was the problem. It was an easily solved one, at least, Cas didn’t think he’d have any trouble finding someone to pick up while he was around. Fine some unaccompanied lady looking doubtfully at a ride, offer to go with her if she was scared, and boom, that would be entertainment for at least a few moments.

Cas had seen on a documentary before that attending things like this caused people to bond and while Cas highly doubted he would bond with anyone, he thought it would certainly help people be blinded to the way he toyed with them.

The plan had been to find someone new and enjoy messing with an unknown subject, but that plan changed the moment Cas recognized a mess of curls near one of the games, some sort of throwing event, it looked like, and Cas didn’t hesitate to sneak up behind him. “Waiting for someone to win you a toy?” He teased, grinning. @nathan-chastain​

[casruncorn]

Words like 'illegal' and 'underground' tended to be things that caught Cas' attention, but even if he hadn't seen the article, he would have known about the concert. The rumors had been floating for days, bits and pieces coming together from overheard bar talk and supposition from clients, although the full details had come from a bed partner that smoked during the confession, staring up at the ceiling as Cas made bets on how long it would take before she fell asleep and he could sneak out.

Was it pushing his luck to attend a concert that he knew aurors would be trying to shut down? Honestly, yes, but it was exciting and with as many people as there were, Cas wasn't too worried about being caught since no one had ever managed it before. The Ministry should really have bigger things to worry about than a concert where it seemed like people were having fun - or at least Cas was having fun, dancing and rubbing against people whose names he would never know.

There was one person that he knew by name, however.

Cas was pressed against someone from behind when he first saw him. It wasn't the sort of place that Cas expected to see Nate again, he hadn't expected to see him anywhere outside the club, and originally Cas was just going to ignore him since Nate was just another one night stand, but.

But.

Why did Nate keep looking away?

That more than anything else was what drew Cas' attention to him and caused it to stick there. It was a good time that night, it hadn't been awkward, and considering Cas was clearly occupied with someone else, he didn't get why Nate was acting like that, why it looked once like he'd blushed.

So of course he started dancing closer, shifting from partner to partner through the crowd until he was close enough that he could have grabbed Nate by the hips and gyrated with him if he wanted.

"This isn't the kind of dancing I'm used to seeing from you." Cas commented, pitching his voice to make sure that Nate could hear him. @nathan-chastain​

[nicholas-chastain]

You’re Grounded

Nate was nowhere to be found in Diagon Alley. Nic had sent patronus after patronus in the moments of calm between dodging stone and poltergeists, but it seemed as though he’d been everywhere. Finally he managed to find a quiet corner to duck into and closed his eyes, focusing intently on the flat. Maybe Nate was there. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding. And if he wasn’t, Nic was just going to take back to the streets until his brother was home. 

He spun on his heel and with a crack appeared in their flat and-

“Nate!” His brother looked terrible, but he was here and he was alive and Nic stared in disbelief. This was the second time now that there had been a crisis and they weren’t together. Nic’s heart couldn’t handle any more of it. “Where were you? I looked everywhere in Diagon, I thought you were injured or dead. Why didn’t you answer my patronus?”

@nathan-chastain

[trisxrojas]

October 20th’s word of the day was knackered, which meant tired, and Tristan thought that tired was a good way to describe how he was feeling as he apparated to Diagon Alley, wondering if there was a cafe open or if he was required to shower first.

He wasn’t that dirty, he just wanted coffee.

Exactly why he was required to check in on a colony of nocturnal animals and then update his boss on what he found in the morning wasn’t something Tristan was clear on. He was sure it could have waited another day, but instead there he was, a little time to spare in between, but not enough time for a nap.

Logic said that you probably shouldn’t approach someone wandering around so late, especially during a war, so Tristan didn’t expect anyone to bother him, nor did he expect to go up to anyone. Recognizing Nate or Fernando or whatever name he went by at the moment wasn’t part of the plan and considering he knew what Fernando did, the late hour wasn’t too surprising.

“What name do you have?” Tristan called out, not planning to bother the other for long. Just directions to somewhere open would be nice. @nathan-chastain​