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 Speaking in a hundred silent ways, August (Yurio)
Desdemona Karas
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Mar 27 2018, 01:34 PM   Link Quote
If you didn’t know Desdemona Karas you would think that she was preparing for a date as she set out the blanket on the greenhouse floor. Overhead the glass windows were clear and allowed for a great view of the starry night sky. Beside her foot and off to the side was a basket of fruits and little chocolate candies with miscellaneous sweets sprinkled among them. Beneath the plump, crisp black grapes were wrapped cheeses and slices of sour dough bread ready to be accompanied by a bottle of wine and two small tumblers for her and her companion. Desdemona had taken the opportunity to bring out her telescope and had taken care at assembling the star gazing instrument. This was not like sitting around in a bunch of plush pillows talking about boy with Ina. August Cloud wasn’t the kind of friend that she could do something like that with, even if they had been good friends.

The pair shared a strange relationship, where they might have been friends under different circumstances yet at the moment neither of them was quite sure what the other meant to them. As far as Desdemona was concerned he was sort of like a friend, but not someone she could share any secrets with and certainly not someone she could share secret kisses with either. They knew each other from their parents, or rather because his family worked with her father. Sort of. It was such a complex dynamic that she decided to put those thoughts away for later inspection. No point in ruining a perfectly good night on the little hang-ups of were-they, weren’t-they.

Shadowed among the leaves of the growing and budding plants, Des settled back on the blanket to wait for August to arrive. Her head was tipped back but the hood of her sweater covered most of her features save for the dark mass of hair spilling out of the cavernous darkness like black fog sweeping over the lands. Her breaths were steady and the plush petals of her lips were pouted but strangely serene at their corners. Cosmos danced in her eyes as they reflected the stars floating in a murky pool of aether. Desdemona’s fingers twitched as she laced over her bent knee, bringing her chin to rest against it and her eyes to drift shut in contemplation. The scents of fruits, cheese and plants surrounded her and for a few brief moments the serenity she felt in her body and the world around her calmed the wild thoughts racing through her mind.

She could not marry Nikolai but at the moment she could not break her engagement to him. Her fingertips grew cold at the memory of the engagement but soon they would be kissed with the warmth of the wine spreading through her arteries. Her muscles would slacken with the relaxation of the buzzed and perhaps she might be able to do more than hold court with August, both of them studying the stars above them rather than each other for fear of what they might find. A deep sigh left her parted lips and from the darkness of her hood her lids unfurled, two lips pulling apart as her chocolate irises swept through the dark shadows of the greenhouse.

Yes, if anyone had thought the witch was a romantic they did not know Desdemona Karas very well, because while her heart might yearn for the romance of a lifetime, her spirit wanted so much more. No one knew her quite as well as Apollo had and Inanna had come close to filling that void, but Ina was her closest friend and at the outskirts of her golden beauty danced another. Cosimia was a pale specter hovering at the edges of their worlds; she wondered how long it would take for them to close the gap between them.

Footsteps pulled the witch’s attention away from the inner turmoil and her head lifted, turning towards the approaching sound. “I almost thought you weren’t coming,” she said, eyes dancing along the pallor of his porcelain skin. The depth of August’s eyes always startled her, twin voids staring straight through her; wanting to decipher the secrets held within the pores pocking her lungs. Sometimes she felt that if she breathed he might wrest the truths from the air between them, other times she felt that he might understand the wickedness she carried around like ruin on a rose petal.


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Mar 27 2018, 08:31 PM   Link Quote
Who was August?

This question was something so many people asked over the years. Fellow students at Hogwarts, members of the Triad, his adopted parents, and even the boy himself. What made August Cloud who he was, when he knew nothing about his real self? Wasn't it parents who made you who you were, those who had made your DNA, created you whether it was through careful planning, love, or a drunken moment? The Slytherin couldn't be sure. He never knew his parents, only that they had supposedly abandoned him on the side of the road to see whatever take his fate. Perhaps it was luck that led the Zhang family to him, introducing him and integrating him to the 14K Triad, who had become extended family willing to lay down their lives for him. He would grow to do the same, though it was alliances and partnerships with the families of those like Desdemona Karas that made him question why a lot of the time. Don't get him wrong, he had nothing against the girl, other than the fact he wasn't quite sure what mask to wear with her, because God forbid August actually be honest with himself. Who was August? Nobody knew. Not himself; he was pretend, like a character rather than a person, but then, maybe not just one character. Many faces, many masks, yet today, none of that fit. Not today, and maybe that was leaving him more exposed than he deemed appopriate.

Who was August?

August was dangerous.

He didn't have friends, with maybe the exception of Sai Tangsuripaisan, though maybe Desdemona was coming close to one. He made sure to keep his distance, however, unsure on how to think about a girl who likely only spoke to him to keep things good natured between her parents and his own. It wouldn't surprise him. People used other people for their own personal gain, which was something even August himself was subject to; he would have used to word victim, exept he never did something he didn't actively want to due. There was no point. Even now, the whole reason he had agreed to meet with Desdemona in the greenhouse was so he could have an excuse to get away from the Slytherin common room without having nosy people try and get their claws into his business, opening it up for the entire world to see. Simple threats of nasty hexes had caused them to withdraw, like dogs with their tails between their legs. 'August is dangerous', said the rumours amongst the first years. 'I heard he murdered somebody back in Hong Kong, and that's why he's here.' If only they knew how right they were, he was sure they would end up terrifying themselves to death. With eyes like black holes, void of anything remotely living, all it had taken was a simple look for them to scurry away, running like the prey they were from the predator who would rip them to pieces without a second thought.

August was ruthless.

Walking to the greenhouse had taken no time at all, fingers idly smoothing the folded cuff of his shirt sleeve, with the hem resting on the top of his thighs. The backs of his hands were veiny - something he should have hated, as it showed just how human he was with the blood pumping through his body, except August hated nothing - eyes staring dead straight at the girl as she greeted him so formally, it brought down a heavy weight over their conversation. What mask to use, what way to hide, how to colour his skin so he blended in perfectly? "What indicated that?" His voice was like a monotone, empty, and sounding like it belonged to a robot rather than a sixteen-year-old boy. Was he to show weakness here, to illustrate to Desdemona that he was human and so not entirely untrustworthy, or did he indicate his strength? Decisions, decisions... all of them seemingly wrong when it boiled down to it. It wasn't like he could be himself either - who knew who August really was - so he was caught at the crossroads. Perhaps dicussing their parents' work was the best way to break the ice, to smash it to pieces until there was nothing left was shards, and ice water. "Have you heard any news about the recent deal?" August hadn't inquired, too busy focusing on present tasks at hand, though he was curious to see if there had been any breakthroughs.

August was empty.

The little set up the Gryffindor had created was quite quaint, something that caused the slightest twitch of the right corner of his lips, though it moved no more than a mere millimetre. Conceal, don't feel. Never let the enemy get the upper hand, though whether or not Desdemona Karas was an enemy was yet to be decided. "Did I keep you waiting long? My apologies." Though the way his words sounded suggested that he felt nothing of the sort, and instead couldn't have cared less. The older girl never lost the capture of August's dark hues, though to say it was for anything other than pure precaution would cause a bitter sound to enter the close quarters, a rare and unusual noise from August; keeo your friends close, enemies closer, but keep your eyes on both, as either could stab you in the back. "Is this meeting purely casual, or do you want to discuss business also?"

August was a machine.

@Desdemona Karas
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