starman.

xenophilius aeon lovegood. I got two rules. two. no gods, no masters.

[xkilljxy-deactivated20240717]

"I don't know who they are, but I can only assume our hosts for the evening arranged our costumes." She reached up with her free hand, poking at the twisting shapes looming over her head. It was a lovely twisted thing, and she wondered if she would be allowed to keep the mask once this evening was done, something to hang on her wall. She used her other hand to give his a squeeze, a light little chuckle leaving her. "Silly man. Not being in your presence would be the nightmare." Another little squeeze of his hand, and she fell into comfortable step with his movement. "Then I will make it my mission of the evening to help you find it. But in exchange, you have to promise me a dance before the bell tolls and wakes us from this dream."

[xenoflight]

xen considered that as a possibility. he had also considered that perhaps there was no host at all. they had not been introduced to one. none had been teased. would that not be a priority for someone using magic as distinct as this? "they could be decided by our nature or by nothing at all, and we only see the sense we ascribe to them." that is often how humans dealt with truly random chaos. it was difficult to understand something that may not have design. "if that were the case, would my presence not indicate this is not a house of nightmares instead of the opposite?" he continued to walk hand in hand with pandora. "I would be happy to dance with you."

[xavecamour]

"I have no idea, but philosophically speaking, does anyone?"

[xenoflight]

"yes. they do quite often. it is only occasionally that most wander or end up astray."

[xkilljxy-deactivated20240717]

"I believe they've decided to paint me up as some kind of eldrich horror goddess." The cool fabric of the dress she wore swished and twisted like water around her legs as she moved her hips this way and that, the dark, stormy grey of the color cut only by the shine the material gave off in the flickering light. She felt like a true abonimation, and that was somewhat of a thrilling excitement all on it's own. "You look like you've got something exciting on your mind. Care to share with a keen observer? I must admit, I'm frightfully relieved that I found you. I made some new friends here, but none are quite as excited for the adventure we've been thrust on. I was a little worried I wouldn't find you here. The place does seem to be showing us our worst nightmares, after all."

[xenoflight]

"they?" he asked. indeed, who was their mysterious host? it did seem probable that it was not a singular person. the magic of this building alone attested to that theory. the tricky bit with the masks was likely a two fold enchantment as well. one person would need to define the specifications while the other would expand the range to so many. perhaps a group committed to hiding magical artifacts such as the deathly hallows. it made perfect sense to him. "am I a nightmare to you?" xen smiled. he continued in the direction that he'd been walking with pandora's hand well clasped in his own now. "I am searching for something I believe to be here; an item to further a lifelong quest."

[xkilljxy-deactivated20240717]

masquerade; @xenoflight

Pandora had wandered about for a while, collecting snatches of information and conversation, making new friends, and munching on the snacks she had managed to find hiding in the back of some room where a man had tried to tempt her into playing poker with a stacked deck. It seemed like some kind of nightmare, at least for some, and while Dora was finding fascination and amusement in every little moment as she passed room to room, she was beginning to wonder what, if anything would haunt her most.

Her thoughts, as they so often did, wandered to Xenophilius Lovegood. Perhaps, she thought, that would be her nightmare, if he wasn't here to bask in this wonderfully odd evening with her. If she didn't have a chance to ask him for one dance at the macabre ball before she went to sleep and called it a night. It didn't strike fear, though, so much as a meloncholy sense of dread in her. Until a flash of white caught her eye and a breath released from her that had been holding in her lungs in a sick kind of anticipation she hadn't realized could exist. She moved, lithe and graceful, through wandering groups of two and three, reaching him and slipping her cool fingers around his to stop him with a little tug. "I found you. Does that mean I've won the greatest prize of the evening in your company?"

[xenoflight]

"...strange day." xen observed casually as the ghost of a shockingly angry child in circus wear stomped past him for the second time in the last half hour. this was not the sort of abduction that he had been anticipating. "very strange." although the presence of this many ghosts suggested a potential advance in the quest. where would be a better place to find the resurrection stone of legend than a haunted house? it all fit.

he was keenly prepared to set off in search when a tug on his fingers gave him pause. pandora. xen looked over the organic angled of the mask she wore. "hello." the greeting was warm. why was she looking for him? "who are you tonight, love?"

[xenoflight]

light.

[xenoflight]

where; walking with; open

"and where are we going?"

[xenoflight]

xkilljxy​

Pandora’s breath caught in her throat as he leaned closer, and she held it for as long as he remained so close, worried that it would shudder out of her if she let it free too soon. The contact against her skin startled it out of her anyway, in a shaky sigh that sounded far too lovesick to be anything but pathetic. She managed to keep her smile on bright, though, which she was proud of. “You can take me stargazing, if you’re so insistent on reciprocation. I’ll even bring snacks.”

-

xen lifted his brows, but didn’t move away. he began to tie the bracelet around his left wrist, bringing it up to his teeth to ensure the knot was pulled tight. “if you were to provide the refreshments then it wouldn’t really be reciprocation. would it? I can not accept such an unbalanced expression of appreciation. let me take care of it all.” he insisted. “and then we can share the stars, pandora. does that not seem more fair to you?”

[xenoflight]

xkilljxy​

The answer was a relief as Pandora whipped her hands from behind her back with a flourish befitting a gift as exciting as the tangled bramble mess that lay in her palm now. It was more a mess of twine and leaves sticking out at odd angles, not making much design sense but she thought it was pretty and perfect for the purpose intended. “Don’t be silly, Xenophilius Lovegood. This is an offering and a gift, appreciation from one spectacular being to another merely for the presence of self. Your existing and being in my orbit has been a delight and I wanted to show my appreciation. Besides, the ivy leaves will help keep the nargles away.”

-

xen bent to inspect the bracelet closely, causing the cross of his eye to become slightly more exaggerated. the piece of jewelry seemed to be created entirely with a specific intention imbued into the crafting. it was perfect. when he reached out to take it from her, xen made a point to brush in contact with her skin. “thank you, but if that is the case, then surely I must find a way to show my appreciation for your... being.” the corner of his mouth curled up. “I can imagine you wearing ivy in your hair.”

[xenoflight]

xkilljxy​

@xenoflight

“How do you feel about bracelets?” Pandora stood on her toes, bouncing with nervous and excited energy, her hands behind her back in a way that showed she clearly held something there. “Specifically, if someone who cared for you very much happened to make you a friendship bracelet out of thread and plants that are meant for protection and good health, would you be willing to entertain the idea of wearing it?”

-

“I do favor adornments, but otherwise have a very limited opinion on them.” xen uttered casually. “although if the case were that someone thought fondly enough of me to craft something, I would be all too enthusiastic to wear it. is this custom an exchange? should I have prepared something in advance?”

[xenoflight]

sybilltrelxwney​

Sybill hummed, shrugging “depends quite who I’m making candles for, I suppose.” She said, “and please just call me Sybill, if you will insist on giving any of my names so much emphasis.”

-

“it is inadvisable, but the advice has been given. do so proceed at your own risk or leisure.” he said with hands lifted upward in traditional surrender. “perhaps we will see if it is your fate.”

[xenoflight]

xkilljxy​

Quin blanched for a moment, and his eyes quickly darted away while a bolt of his nerves caused a ripple of magic to shoot up his arms. For a moment, he held his breath, he counted backwards in his mind, and then he let loose a gasp of air. “No, I didn’t go to Hogwarts. I was homeschooled.” And not about magic, not really. “So I never got the chance. Perhaps now that I have a friend who grows them, I can.”

-

xen observed the aura of magic that suddenly engulfed quin quite closely. that was rather unusual. “homeschooled? really? what was that like? how was your curriculum formed?” he asked. “by all means, come by and harvest some. I encourage you to experiment with them. they are quite unique fruit.”

[xkilljxy-deactivated20240717]

✿ - xen & arthur, xen & pandora

xen & arthur;

while arthur doesn't often understand the things that xen is telling him or trying to explain to him, he has never once not believed his friend and his conviction in his thoughts and beliefs. just because arthur dones't understand something doesn't mean that arthur doesn't believe his friend when he says that that thing exists.

had he and molly not gotten together and moved in together so soon after leaving school, arthur would have absolutely asked xen to be his roommate, not just because the man is his best friend, but because he is absolutely certain that their interior would have been the most exciting and eclectic interior to ever exist.

xen & pandora;

while pandora isn't a firm believer in the concept of soulmates as an infallable constant, she does believe on some level that in this and every past life she might have had, that xenophilius lovegood was an important piece in her story.

there was a stretch of time, when they were in school together, when pandora would purposfully find herself accidentally crossing paths with xenophilius lovegood for the chance to smile at him and hopefully recieve one back. while she would never call her infatuation a silly crush outright, she did, in fact, have friends that noticed the behavior and called her out for it, with the insistance that she simply couldn't go around having a crush on xenophilius lovegood, because he was far too otherworldly for something so silly to be true.

[bobnorley]

[xenoflight]

@xkilljxy

[xenoflight]

xkilljxy​

“You would think that with magic, people around here would be a little more willing to accept the extraordinary, but I suppose that even wizards are more closed off than they’re willing to admit.” He hummed a little, his chin falling into the open palm of his hand as he eyed Xen. “Do they make a good jam, though. That’s always an important part of fruit growing.”

-

“why would I expect that? they are still only human.” xen left his statement slightly ambiguous. his brow pulled together curiously which exaggerated the slight cross of his eyes. “did you not attend hogwarts? it was always among the preserves at breakfast. surely you’ve tried it, and the pickled dirigible plums around the holidays.”

[xenoflight]

xkilljxy​

Quin’s eyebrow lifted, and though he had questions, he decided to allow them a few moments to fester as he watched Xen. “Brilliantly unrestrained, that’s a new one on me. She is quite the woman.” His lips barely quirked up as he moved on. He was beautifully awkward himself, and had no plans of lingering on that moment. “Back to this dirigible plum, where can I find them? I must admit I’m quite fascinated by the idea of something falling up.”

-

xen took a second to look at the man up and down and nodded. “that isn’t particularly surprising to hear.” he quipped. “I grow dirigible plums in my garden. they enhance one’s ability to accept the extraordinary, but they are readily available at most grocer’s and greenhouses.”

[xenoflight]

xkilljxy​

open; somewhere over the rainbow

“No, you see, I’m not so much arguing the concept of gravity as a whole as I am arguing Newton and his methods for discovery. Anyone can sit under a tree and get hit in the head. It’s happened to me three times this week, but him being the first person to put a name on it shouldn’t discount work that anyone before him did. I read an article about it in this magazine this woman dropped off, Pandora, I think her name was? She seems to really dislike Issac Newton for some reason.”

-

“have you ever considered that you should sit under a different tree? perhaps a dirigible plum tree? their fruit falls up and is less likely to induce cranial injury regardless of the conspiracy of gravity.” he suggested casually. “that’s because isaac newton is a petty lawful ninny, and pandora is brilliantly unrestrained.”

[xenoflight]

millicentxbagnold​

“You may be right but without the government there would be even more chaos than there is now,” Millicent paused in distressed thought. “If the government were run by people who care it’s nice to think there would be more peace. And those who cause hurt and pain would be brought to justice and taken off the streets.”

-

xen narrowed his eyes. “I cannot tell if you are choosing willful ignorance or simply incapable of understanding the basic tenants of anarchy. then again I suppose most of you people struggle with the concepts.” he turned up his nose. “a disgusting moral relativism.”