Sometimes Solitude has it's benefits

What's the point in caring when you know you'll be left alone anyway? What's the point of loving when it all ends up disappearing? In the end you'll have no one but yourself.

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Totally Spies || Lucas & Derreck

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If Naveen was extremely enthusiastic about the whole thing, his excitement rose a notch higher at the thought of going through a portal. It was his first time and he felt all his cockiness vanish and turn into childlike wonder. He nodded slowly, mouth agape as he witnessed a smirk play on the lad’s lips. “Hell yeah!”

His big brown eyes widened further when the portal materialized in front of his eyes from merely a wave of the boy’s hand. “Damn,” he whispered under his breath, thoughts running through burning through his head like wildfire. He stared at the water-like material before turning to Lucas, not even paying attention to his words. He swallowed anxiously and took the boy’s hand (in a manly way, of course) and closed his eyes tightly as he stepped into the ingress, not knowing what to expect.

Derreck felt like he was floating slowly and he let go of his companion’s hold, slowly taking in his surroundings. It seemed like the world was in fast forward, and there were different incoherent patterns and figures he couldn’t exactly make out. And then he felt a dip, like the one he experienced when a roller coaster abruptly descended into his doom. A strong force pushed him forward, faster and faster, as if he really was on an amusement park ride. “What the fuck!” he yelled, unfamiliar with the sensations going on around him and he shut his eyes again as a coil formed in his stomach.

And right when he thought he was going to hurl his breakfast, it all stopped and his surroundings gradually became clearer. Before he could even comprehend the setting, he groaned and held his head, “Man, it’s like a really really bad hangover.” He looked around and noticed they were cooped up in a stall in the men’s bathroom. He wanted to applaud the lad but decided against it thinking there were other people present. “Ah, I like the way you think, Lucas. Yes, blend in and pretend like we’re a couple.” He unlocked the door and sent him a teasing wink. “Come on now, love. We’ll continue this at home later.”

[thelucascrossraven]

Lucas smirked at the fae’s childlike wonder when he saw the portal. ‘He won’t be smiling for long’ Lucas thought as he pulled the fae towards him and into the portal. The feeling of walking into a portal is like plunging into water. You feel your entire body being encased by an invisible force, almost like falling, and the closer you get to your destination, the more intense the feeling. The inside of a portal is somewhat similar to a tunnel. It is full of swirling patterns and different hues of blue and it can sometimes cause dizziness since it provides the same effect of going on a carousel at full speed. 

Lucas found amusement in the expression of his partner. The fae was a bit green, and his face was contorted in discomfort. Oddly enough, it reminded him of the first time he ever went through a portal. Each warlock, had their own version of a portal or they added their own special touches to personalize it. They could alter its color, patterns, hell they could even add in some elevator music if they wanted to. The first time Lucas made a portal was not exactly a treasured memory. His portal had been unstable then, transporting him into his neighbor’s bedroom. The shadowhunter was not pleased and she ended up contacting his mother. Nevertheless, Lucas continued to practice for the years that came and one aspect of his portal that never changed was what he called the roller coaster drop.

"I see you're still in one piece." Lucas mumbled, his cheek pressed against the bathroom stall. This wasn't the place he had in mind when he thought restaurant but it'll have to do. "A hangover? But wasn't that thrilling?" He mused. "Some warlocks prefer to make their portals calmer but where's the fun in that right? It was just like a roller coaster ride and I even added in an extra loop just for you."

Lucas took a moment to look into the bathroom mirror and fix his disbelieved appearance. He walked out of the door first, but not before loosening a floorboard that may or may not make the fae trip. "Be a couple my ass." He immediately sauntered towards a vacant table, taking a seat and calling a waitress.

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Totally Spies || Lucas & Derreck

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“Nice,” he cheesed when Lucas returned the high five, shaking off the kid’s disinterest at him. He was probably just tired from training or it just wasn’t his day. God knows what was going on with him. A frown appeared on his face when the boy disapproved his little nickname for him but then shrugged and smiled yet again. It’s just not his day, he reminded himself. “Alright.”

“Plans? Hmmm…” He tapped his chin, pondering over possible tactics or some kind of ploy they could use for this mission. “I’m not the kind of guy who usually plans ahead. I just go with the flow, enjoy the moment and try to slip out of sticky situations, but it says here–” he fished out a crumpled piece of paper that held their names as partners and their assigned action site. “–that we have to find the demon in, I quote, ‘a newly constructed restaurant rumored to be built on haunted ground on Arville Street.’”

“Ahhhh.” He smiled in content and rubbed his grumbling stomach. It was then when he realized it was almost lunchtime and he needed real mundane food soon or his mood would turn sour like his partner as of the moment. And the last time he checked, putting two crappy guys on the job together will never result to anything good. “Fun fact: I was actually meaning to check it out tonight! You know I’m never behind anything fresh on the scene.” He grinned and waved to no one in particular. “Anyway, I suggest we try to blend in with the mundies. Be less obvious, you know? So come on, let’s go on a lunch date, pal. Do you want us to take a cab or you wanna poof us there?”

[thelucascrossraven]

Lucas couldn't prevent an eye roll from the fae's comment. What was causing his enthusiasm anyway? Was he always like this? At first he just thought it was a drunk thing, but the guy seems to have the characteristic even when sober.

Either way, he still listened tentatively when the fae discussed their mission. He never bothered to look into it but it was the same thing as usual. Go to a place, find a demon, kill it. As he slowly nodded his head, Lucas began to think of spells that would be fitting to their situation. There was one that he wanted to try out. A recently learnt spell that could immobilize a demon for half a minute. It could go on longer, but Lucas wasn't powerful enough to do that just yet.

He was barely even listening to the fae when he heard something about food. He had to admit, he was a bit hungry himself. "I'd rather make a portal." Lucas muttered. "It would be faster. And don't you want to experience a portal, Lucas style?" He smirked for the first time since encountering the fae.

Bracing himself, he made an odd gesture in the air, and a portal of swirling blue appeared. "Our one way ticket to Arville street." He said, giving an exaggerated wave towards the portal. "And I'd rather have a plan. But since we don't have one, and it would waste my precious time to think of one, I'll go with your idea for now. Let's go with the flow and inevitably flow towards our eminent deaths. I hope we'll enjoy that moment." He added, using the fae's words almost sarcastically. Lucas stepped into the portal and disappeared. A few moments later, he popped his head out and offered a hand to the fae. "Come on now. And a little warning, this might make you a bit dizzy." He said, but he knew 'a bit' was quite the understatement for what the fae was about to experience.

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Totally Spies || Lucas & Derreck

Derreck’s immediate reaction was roll his eyes when he heard about their new mission. Being paired up with someone he wasn’t too close with wasn’t the problem nor was the derogation of the said demons either. It was the fact that he was to cancel his plans for the next few days in order to accomplish this one responsibility. In the back of his mind, it was just like homework – or an output, to make it a little more fitting.

Despite his irritated front, a spark of excitement coursed through him. It’s been a while since something big took place in the Institute and here he was, involved yet again. He smirked when he found out who his assigned partner was, relieved. The kid wasn’t so bad. They’ve spoken a few times a while back and he was the kind of guy Derreck would’ve loved to hang out with in situations like these.This was gonna be fun.

He trekked around the area for a while, trying to look for his partner. And then he yelled, “Lucas, my man!” to the boy upon seeing him. He eagerly approached the lad and raised his arm up for a high five.

[thelucascrossraven]

A string of curses left Lucas' mouth as he wandered around the institute. He knew he shouldn't have left Idris early and now he was forced to embark on a mission. But if it counted, he never wanted to come back actually. He was sick of the Institute considering the phrase "being left alone" was a myth to its inhabitants. If he didn't have training to do, he never would've come back.

Lucas' eye twitched in irritation as he thought about the mission that he had to do. It was already troublesome doing it by himself and now he had to do it with a partner. A partner. They would only get in his way. He didn't want to play knight to a damsel in distress. And his partner was Derreck of all people. The drunk guy that he came across in the institute at the middle of the night. He was going to hate this with a burning passion.

He could abandon his partner and go alone....maybe. That thought alone gave him a little positivity. Until he caught sight of his "partner". He considered hiding but the fae was looking right at him, with a grin on his face and his hand raised in the air for a high five. Lucas raised a brow at the outstretched hand. He looked like he had no intention of reciprocating it but he did anyway. "My man?" He asked, giving emphasis to the word man "Please don't call me that" he muttered, with an annoyed expression on his face. "What are we doing anyway? Got any plans? The sooner we get this mission over with the better."

[thelucascrossraven]

When magic and brutality collide || Lucas & Avery

An array of labelled bottles surrounded the warlock as heturned to the next page of an ancient book, poised on a book stand. He struggled to make sense of the words. Words handwritten by the author, smudged and barely legible. Words that swam in Lucas’ mind as he created a potion. A potion that would earn him a fortune, or at least that’s what the warlock said.

The memory was still fresh in his mind. It was raining when it happened. He was walking down the gloomy streets of New York, his feet pounding on wet concrete as he tugged his coat closer to him in a futile attempt to warm himself. He had cast a spell to avoid getting wet by the rain, but that did nothing to keep out that cold. The streets weren’t so crowded, probably the result of the heavy rain, making them seek shelter in shops and little sheds. For this, Lucas was thankful. He wasn’t very fond of crowds.

He was startled at first, to suddenly stop walking and stand still in the middle of the rain. He couldn’t move as if he had lost control over his body. Even as his spell was broken and the rain started to drench him, little droplets cascading down his cheeks. He knew that he was in the presence of another warlock and he was under a spell. It was a spell that he could easily break, since it didn’t seem like it was the kind that was meant to kill him, just something to get his attention. Giving in to his curiosity, he relaxed and allowed himself to be led by the magic. He eventually found himself face to face with a tall man. He was broad shouldered, packed with muscles and his dark hair grew until his shoulders. The only odd thing being his reptilian skin. Seeing that Lucas had no intention of fighting back, the warlock lifted the spell. He immediately started talking about a deal, a job he wanted Lucas to do and that was to make a potion. Lucas was reluctant at first. The man was a warlock, it was simple enough to make himself. Though when the warlock offered an insane amount of cash, Lucas couldn’t possibly refuse.

So here he was, tired and confused as he searched the book for any meaning. He added a few drops of chamomile oil to the flask in front of him and he once again diverted his attention to the book as he picked it up and brought it closer to him to further decipher its writings.

[warlock-jane]

Jane wasn’t really sure about why she had felt the urge to go shopping so bad, but now there she was, and if buying a few new clothes didn’t help with the war, it sure helped her to relax. She was still struggling with mastering magic — as always. On her way back to the Institute, she saw a young man - quite unknown to her - standing in the hallway. Entering herself, she asked quietly “Hey. Have we met?”

[thelucascrossraven]

Lucas thought he was alone, seeing the hallway empty. Just as he was about to let out a relieved sigh, a girl came in. She had a peculiar aura surrounding her. A familiar one. 'Another warlock' he thought. Though he couldn't spot her warlock mark just yet. "I doubt it." He said. "I've been gone for three months and I'm not exactly the sociable type." He chose to keep his mark hidden, still unwilling to show his true eye color to the stranger. "Anyway, I'm Lucas." 

[sunbvrst]

Avery closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply while clenching her jaws in such irritation for the arrogant little shit. This never happens to her. Someone she never even met before annoys the fuck out of her and she basically can’t do anything about it. She tried throwing him insults, her fist and hell even her dagger. But nothing seems to help vanish the smirk off of the prick’s face in front of her. “I was just merely wondering why your eye color changed. It seems impossible but I swear, it did.” she snapped. “Why would I even want to be friends with someone as fucking filthy arrogant as you, Lucas?” 

[thelucascrossraven]

Lucas wondered if he was sadistic in a way. The girl’s annoyed expression seemed to give him a victorious feeling. She did seem like the easy to annoy type but he wondered if anyone has ever annoyed her this much. She was closing her eyes and breathing slowly in front of him, probably to control her temper…not for long. “Must you do those weird breathing exercises in front of me? Cause frankly you look like a dehydrated fish.” His features were smug almost the opposite of the girl’s glare. “You’re ridiculous. How about my hair? Am I a blonde now?” He hoped that his relentless teasing would eventually lead the girl off the topic. She had quite the filter, throwing multiple insults per minute. ‘She must have a daily quota or something’ he thought before he replied. “Why else would you still be here? I doubt you’d still be conversing with someone as fucking filthy arrogant as me if you didn’t.” 

[opheliakeo]

Ophelia walked briskly out of the Institute doors. She had needed a walk. Hearing a noise behind her, the warlock turned around, watching as a boy exited a Portal.”Hello.”

[thelucascrossraven]

Lucas chose to use a portal not because it was more convenient but so he could avoid running into anyone. Maybe creating a portal straight to his room was a better idea. "Hi." He wore a cheerful smile to greet the woman until his features turned into a confused one. "Who are you?" 

[clarissaxromanoff]

Clarissa strolled calmly through the entrance hall of the Institute, her glamour relaxed revealing her blue-green snake eyes of a warlock mark, when she felt that familiar presence of magic. Three thousand years on this earth made her extremely sensible to the aura of magic. Turning slightly, she saw the young boy slinging his bag over his shoulder with a look of resignation crossing his face. 

"You alright?" she asked curiously, narrowing her eyes a little at him.

[thelucascrossraven]

"No." Lucas replied with an exasperated sigh as he cracks his neck . His muscles were sore and the effect of using magic was starting to get to him. He looked up only to be met by enchanting eyes. They were a shade of blue...maybe green and they reminded him of those of a snake. A warlock. And he could tell she an old one as well, they were always the more powerful and experienced ones. "It's nice to meet someone of the same species." He started to say, shedding his own disguise. Hazel brown eyes peeling away to reveal icy blue ones that were as striking as ice. He didn't normally reveal this but he could learn a thing or two from this warlock. "When did you get here? I'm sure we've never met before"

[wickedrefinement-deactivated201]

Lexi was currently lounging on the red fancy sofa as she was bored out of her mind. She was merely minding her own business when suddenly someone unfamiliar to her appeared out of nowhere, shocking her entirely as she instantly jolted from the sofa. “Holy fuck!” 

[thelucascrossraven]

"Lovely choice of words" he muttered to himself as he raised his head to look at the person. A girl. Brunette. Brown eyes. He didn't recognize her. She must have arrived when he was gone. 'This isn't the best thing to come back to.' How many new faces are there exactly? He hoped she was the only one. He can't handle anymore annoying souls. "You're obviously new." He said to the girl "But how many new people are there exactly?" 

[thelucascrossraven]

[thelucascrossraven]

He lands on his knees as he exits the portal, a perk of being a warlock. Portals have always made him feel uneasy and inexplicably tired. There was a certain feeling of weightlessness when going through a portal and it makes his head spin. He came from Idris, after deciding that he needed a break from the Institute and now he's back. "Why do I bother to come back to this place?" he mutters to himself, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

[sunbvrst]

thelucascrossraven:

[thelucascrossraven]

The boy’s comment snapped Avery back to reality. Her eyes widened, realizing that she was indeed staring. She couldn’t help it. It’s not everyday you meet a newbie that could change their eye color. “I wasn’t staring, asshole!” she roared in fury, her face fuming in anger. The brunette balled her hands as her eyes narrowed at the boy. This was the first time a newbie angered her. Usually it would be her pestering them and be amused at how she could make them livid. But this time’s different, the boy was getting on her nerves and she most certainly despises it.

A smirk makes its way to Lucas' lips. How can someone amuse and anger him at the same time? He wonders, never breaking eye contact with the girl. He is still unaware of whether or not his eye color was back to normal, but he might be able to fool this girl if it hasn't. "Then what were you doing?" Lucas muses. "If you're so drawn to me, the name's Lucas but don't expect us to suddenly be friends."

[sunbvrst]

thelucascrossraven:

[thelucascrossraven]

Avery’s eyes instantly snapped at her hand which were only caught by a strong grip. Her face grew red in full loathing, she always hated it if someone disrupted her from what she was going to do. Her attention drifted back to his face, constructing a threatening response but immediately held back when she saw something different with the boy’s eyes. She swore that his eye color was brown then now it turned into a shade of blue. “Did your eye color just change?” she couldn’t help but ask the question despite the previous occurrence that happened between them as she continued to stare at his blue orbs, intrigued by how it changed its color.

Lucas was enjoying her flustered look, before realizing that she now had a weird look on her face. She was staring at him, confusion etched in her features, then she spoke about his eyes. He blinked multiple times before it changed back to his original brown color. It only happened when he was mad and she was doing quite a good job at doing so. He was always trying to hide it but now that she's seen it what has he got to lose? Instead of answering her question, he tries a different approach, he tries to push her away from the topic. "You know, it's not polite to stare." he says looking straight at her.

[sunbvrst]

thelucascrossraven:

[thelucascrossraven]

Avery’s glare started to get more intense, especially when the pretentious boy decided to give back scorched dagger. Her face fumed as she let the remains of the blade fall off of her hand. She definitely wanted to throw another dagger at the cocky boy but based on what just happened, she decided against it. Clenching both of her hands, she aimed for his face, wanting only one thing: to punch off the conceited look on his face.

He watched her. He was trying to see what she would do , what she would say or what she would throw next. The silence was deafening, only broken when the remains of the dagger clattered to the floor and next thing he knew, her fist was getting closer to his face. He stops her, he holds her clenched fist in his hand and looks at her, dead in the eye. By this time Lucas was more than annoyed and his eyes slowly turn into the icy blue colour he had always tried to hide.

[sunbvrst]

thelucascrossraven:

[thelucascrossraven]

The hatred that was starting to build up inside her slowly reached to the highest point. Avery felt so annoyed, enraged, so furious the moment she saw her burnt dagger on the palm of his hand. “How dare you burn my dagger, asshole?!” she let her question out in a scream as her eyes stared at her precious dagger. “You better give my dagger back. I want it to look like the very same dagger I had before your sickening magic smoldered it,” she demanded, her voice sounded so threatening. “Or you wouldn’t like what would all of my daggers do to your arrogant face.”

Lucas was starting to get annoyed by this girl and her outrage didn’t seem to help it either. "I dare and I don't see what the big deal is. You threw it at me remember? I'm pretty sure you were expecting this already." She seems to be throwing a tantrum Lucas thought neither scared nor fazed by her screams. He simply raised a brow at her statement. “You want it back? Here you can have it.” He then grabs her wrist and places what was left of the dagger on her outstretched palm, his smirk never fading.

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thelucascrossraven:

[thelucascrossraven]

"Nah, I’m going to treasure for the rest of my life," he insisted and offered a small smile but it soon vanished when he questioned about his sexuality. "Listen, buddy," he looked at him dead in the eye, "do I seem gay to you?" He raised a brow and pointed to his unsteady and wobbly self. "Well that’s too bad because you just passed up your chance with one of those Derreck hugs."

“And I’m going to try to forget this for the rest of my life. It’s not the welcoming committee I expected.” He was having fun with this guy, though he wonders what he’s like when he isn’t drunk. “Maybe you are, Maybe you’re not. How can I tell?” He replies with a shrug. “Nah, I’m sure I’ll survive without one” he says with a smirk.

[darcourtxastier]

thelucascrossraven:

[thelucascrossraven]

"A tour? Sure, most of it is just rooms to be honest. Where would you like to start, the kitchen, the greenhouse, training room, library. Your choice, even if there isn't much of a choice." 

Lucas turns his attention to Matt once again as he starts to evaluate his choices. “Well, someone told me the training room burned down, How did that happen?  I’m not that hungry, so the kitchen is out. Either the greenhouse or the library will be fine.”