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Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Jul 20, 2024 21:40:05 GMT -5
She was an enigma to him suddenly - and he was not prepared to deal with such a strange notion: she wanted physical contact, even if it were only a brush against his brow. Why? He had made sure that he did not emit any sort of welcome to such things - his entire demeanour was crafted around deterring people from being near him, and he was certain he often gave severe warning if someone strayed too close. Yet here Abott was, doing the exact opposite - with sheer determination, no doubt, and she seemed utterly compelled to continue.
He demanded an answer to his questions, standing alone by the fire she once was sobbing before, remnants of the pages of her burning book now ash scattered on the stone floor. It was warmer here - the heat from the flames soaking into his skin, his figure casting a long shadow across the empty common room. She started to explain that her wanting to touch him was not nefarious in nature, though this did not satisfy him. His heart rate had not yet calmed from her initial contact, pounding relentlessly against his ribs.
He inhaled deeply, trying to quell it as she continued, questioning him on why he found it hard to comprehend. Julian shot her a disbelieving glare, though he allowed her to continue without interruption, eyebrows rising for a split second as she mentioned someone might want to be gentle with you? It was an unthinkable situation, "I did not ask to be a vessel for other peoples desires," he spat back at her as she lounged there - sprawled over the spot he had, moments ago, been sitting, "I do not care for their wants, and I do not need their gentleness." Although he was reacting harshly to her words, they had given him pause to think - he had not experienced a kind touch in many years, and preferred to avoid it altogether if he could. It was hard, then, to believe her words - that her touch did not come with a price.
Abott sighed then, relenting. He watched her there, so casually and comfortable in his presence, like nothing at all burdened her. It appeared he had successfully distracted her from her earlier woes. He opened his mouth to retort - shutting it immediately as she mentioned his insults making her feel better. Well that was entirely not his intention. She then brought up a duel to which he almost smirked, eyes set on her as she crossed her arms seriously. His wand still hung by his side, always eager for use, but he sighed, returning his gaze to the fire and lifting an elbow to lean on the mantle, "if I thought anything of you before, Abott, it was not fiesty." Where had she come from? They shared the same house and year, but Julian could not recall ever having paid her much attention, which was a shame - he was beginning to warm to her.
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Jul 21, 2024 11:46:38 GMT -5
"I did not ask to be a vessel for other peoples desires,"
"And yet you are all the same." she pointed out unhelpfully, shifting so she was no longer lounging but sitting up and studying him closely as he seemed to have some sort of existential crisis. "I didn't say you needed it. Did I?" No she was fairly sure she hadn't. At least not exactly. She knew she had some issues with communication. Thats why she touched. Usually, it was what got her into all the trouble in the first place. "I told you, it's not about you. I'm being selfish."
She watched as his arms crossed, and she mirrored it, crossing her own as she leant back against the upright cushion of the chair and watched him mull over her offer of a duel. She'd never wanted to be inside someone's head before, but Julian Mulciber made her wish she could. He was a complexity she was dying to figure out. When his stance shifted and he seemed to relax just minutely, she did the same. His next words caught her slightly off guard but she was careful not to show it. "It's fun to learn new things, isn't it?" she asked, brow quirking upwards.
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Jul 22, 2024 21:29:58 GMT -5
Sofia readjusted her lounging position on the couch to a more attentive pose, her eyes full of inquisitiveness. Julian was careful to kept her in his line of sight, even as he turned to watch the fire, never one to allow anyone to remain in his blind-spot for too long, particularly someone who seemed to enjoy physical contact... He needed to keep an eye on this one to make certain she did not approach without knowledge.
"I'm being selfish." She argued back with him, as though it explained everything. Julian was not so sure what to say - which was entirely unusual as he always had some nasty response waiting use, or a snide remark. He was falling short with her insistence, however. "Clearly," he agreed with her, casting her another disdainful look, "though your selfishness does not suit me, and my threat remains," he would not have any hesitation casting at Abott should she push him enough - he had no qualms about following through with his threat. To Julian, his word bound him. His only hesitation currently was his curiosity at trying to work her out. She had not proven a significant threat to his well-being - only to his mental prosperity: she was confusing, and it was infuriating.
"It's fun to learn new things, isn't it?"
His lips pressed together tightly at her words, and his brows furrowed, "I may enjoy your spirit, but do not mistake that for familiarity-" he began, crossing a leg over the other as he leaned there upon the mantle, the toe of his boot kicking something as he did so. Julian glanced down at the floor, seeing her journal still lying there, forgotten in her attempt to caress his forehead. "Hm?" Julian bent down, scooping up the diary into his hand fluidly, straightening himself as he flipped it open, eyebrow cocked, "since we seem to have no concern for others' privacy, you should not care to allow me a perusal of your writing," he had not even tried to read her scribblings yet, though a smirk was now played on his lips, diary open atop his upturned hand as he looked to her for a response, limbs slightly tense should she attempt to steal the book back.
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Jul 23, 2024 8:53:07 GMT -5
She didn't care if it didn't suit him -- it suited her just fine. She supposed that was the point of being selfish.
"I may enjoy your spirit, but do not mistake that for familiarity-"
As if she could, she couldn't imagine Mulciber being regarded that way at all. Well.. possibly. But that was a dangerous place for her mind to wander and she was done doing things like that. Still, she couldn't ponder it for long because he was moving and gripping her journal that she had stupidly left on the floor. Her heart rate picked up rapidly, so loud now that she could hear it inside her head like white noise. She should have let him read it. She'd burned enough, hadn't she?
But the second he'd said he would do just that she was up and across the room, throwing herself toward him like a wild animal. She could have used her wand, she could have cast a quick stupefy and started a true duel but he'd have expected that. He'd have wanted that and so she launched herself at him instead - she wasn't above pulling his hair either. "Don't you dare!"
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Jul 23, 2024 19:51:43 GMT -5
He knew he hit a nerve as soon as he picked up her diary, lazily standing there as he flipped it open in front of her. She moved like a woman possessed, scrambling up from her seated position to lunge at him with a fury.
"Don't you dare!" Her voice echoed around the common room in its vast emptiness, and Julian's smirk only widened, "ah, but I do." He was ready for her: immediately lifting the diary up and out of her reach with one hand, holding it high above his own head - her height no match. With his other hand - he instinctively shot it out to stop her from clambering on him in an attempt to retrieve her possession. Julian felt an immediate cold chill run through his body as she collided with his open palm, touching him, even if he were only preventing further contact.
He fought through the discomfort, distracting himself by lowering the diary a fraction, taking his eyes off her briefly to instead scan the open page in the firelight, beginning to read tauntingly, "...he promised to polish my trophies...oh-" Julian cocked an eyebrow with a tut, side-eyeing the Slytherin with a smirk before returning his gaze to the page, "-...but I don't have any... -- what euphemism, exactly, are you referring to here?"
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Jul 24, 2024 5:35:05 GMT -5
Julian's palm was flat against her and she was brought to a stop before she's even made solid contact, this only served to frustrate her further.
"...he promised to polish my trophies...oh-"
Of all the pages, having that one read back to her was likely the most mortifying. It wasn't her finest piece of writing. It was such a stupid thing that it would have been better if it was a euphemism. "My trophies are just fine." she snapped, though she wasn't sure why she felt to defend something proverbial. Mulciber drove her mad. That was the only explanation.
Before he could read anything else and to save her own skin, she did the only thing that felt logical to her in the moment and wrapped both hands around his wrist and tugged his hand up - she could have thrown it aside, probably should have done - but instead she brought it up and sank her teeth in between his thumb and forefinger - it wasn't a nip, it wasn't gentle and soft like her earlier touch had been, no this was all sharp teeth and viciousness.
It was official now. Julian Mulciber had driven her mad.
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Jul 24, 2024 8:36:08 GMT -5
The collision sent a shockwave of energy up his arm as he put a halt to her lunge, but he did not falter - managing to keep Sofia at bay while he read from her journal. With little experience with such thought-scribing objects, he was not entirely certain what he was reading: it seemed all to be fanatical drivel about McEvoy of all people, though he could not fathom why she would be so obsessed with that mudblood, let alone allow him to conquer her feelings, driving her to tears.
"My trophies are just fine!" Came her defensive response, and Julian turned his attention away from the book momentarily, looking her up and down purposefully before raising his eyebrows, "I am sure they are," he returned slowly, mocking comfort - if not for the lacing of humour in his tone. He could not say what trophies actually referred to, whether it actually be a euphemism or not - but she seemed protective of them - and he quite liked finding tender spots in people.
He was rather enjoying watching her squirm, trapped there at the length of his arm, and so Julian turned back to the book, "shall I go on-?" He began to ask her, prepared to find something else to repeat out loud for her continued humiliation. If she wanted to press him, he was going to press back - though if she preferred mercy, all she had to do was --
-- He felt her take hold of his wrist, and Julian instinctively attempted to yank free from her grasp but to no avail: his hand was travelling upward at some speed - what? Julian's eyes snapped to her just in time to watch her bite him. The pain was instant - ripping through his hand and up his arm as though he had been pressed by a white-hot iron, her canines imbedding themselves into his skin, drawing blood. Julian hissed through clenched teeth at the unexpected feeling, dropping the diary immediately, hearing it thud softly on the carpeted floor. He closed the gap toward her quickly, blazing eyes fixated on her feral expression, you dare-?
Julian enclosed a fist around her hair, wrenching her head back and away from his hand: "Are you rabid?" He growled at her, flexing his hand to feel trickles of warm blood running down his palm and over the back of his hand. He glowered at her a moment, the blood smeared on her lips appearing almost black in the firelight. She made him bleed. Julian lowered his eyes to the fresh injury, blood welling in a clear half-moon between his forefinger and thumb, "unbelievable," he breathed in absolute incredulousness, giving her one last angered tug of hair before releasing her, "I am surrounded by savages."
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Jul 25, 2024 6:11:04 GMT -5
Whatever he had said before; "Are you rabid?" had been lost on her, jumbled into the white noise that filled her ears as she bit down, she didn't let go - not even when a hand was in her hair and her head was being wrenched back but she didn't lower her gaze from his.
It left a trail of blood over her lips and chin, she could feel it. She flicked her tongue out against her lower lip and dragged it back into her mouth and swallowed. "Probably." she said, not attempting to wiggle free from his hold. She watched as he eyed her handy work. Another tug of her hair and she was let go. But she made no attempt to flee. What would be the point? She had nothing to flee from. He'd seen it all.
She held her hand out - for his hand or for the journal, she wasn't sure, "Are you done?" she asked, as if she hadn't just mauled him and wasn't smeared in his blood.
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Jul 27, 2024 19:13:30 GMT -5
Despite being suddenly full of anger at being bitten, Julian could not escape from the niggling respect that Abott was gaining with every insane action she carried out. Julian was never quick to appreciate people - but he had always harboured a soft spot for those that would willingly try to bring him harm. It was a strange aspect of his personality: only those that managed to hurt him were able to garner a certain level of courtesy - he was not easily taken by surprise, and he was not easily bled. Abott had accomplished both in one night.
Her steely gaze held his as he wrenched her off him, his own eyes alight with fury. She was covered in his blood, and if any student came down from their dormitory now - this would certainly require some explaining: or not, which would entirely suit him just fine. To have more students keep their distance would be ideal. He watched her tongue slide across her lips before she swallowed - unsanitary - and he released her with disgust, returning his attention to his mangled hand. Her bite was vicious, intentional, the blood welling there a deep, dark red. Julian considered it a moment, allowing the pain to numb him, sighing loudly as tiny droplets began to fall to the carpet. Pain brought everything into focus.
Movement distracted him from his moment of quiet, and he half-turned to Abott, catching her holding out a hand toward him. Julian glared at it, "Why? Are you still hungry?" He nodded towards the dropped journal by the fire - he had released it immediately as she had bitten him, "not so much a riveting read as expected," he remarked through his teeth, moving aside to allow her passage to collect it. Using his remaining hand, Julian retrieved his wand from his waistband, pointing it as the blood, "tergeo," he muttered, casting the siphoning spell quietly to clean the blood from his hand, catching sight of the indents in his flesh for only a few moments before more blood began to well up - slower now that coagulation had begun. He did not think he required stitching, a simple episkey would probably do the job, and that was well-within his healing capacity. No urgency, however, the flow had slowed.
Julian returned his wand to his waistband slowly, eyes returning to Sofia, "do not ever do that again," he warned her, though his tone had mellowed some, the pain from her bite almost calming him somewhat.
She'd have laughed at that if she weren't too busy bending down to retrieve the remnants of her journal, a page of which would now dedicated to Julian who she had decided, in the moments between biting him him warning her not to do it again, would be her friend. Whether he liked it or not.
Once the journal was safely in her arms, she used the back of her sleeve to wipe her mouth clean -- she'd use her wand to take the stain out later -- and then moved back into the chair to resume her previous nonchalant lazing and watch him poorly heal his hand. "It wasn't supposed to be riveting. What did you expect, my secret kill list?" she quipped. "That's somewhere else."
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Aug 10, 2024 19:48:27 GMT -5
Julian did not allow Abott to move out of his peripherals - she was far too sporadic to turn away, and he could no longer assume at what her behaviour would be. He was still disgusted by her feral reaction to him, and the fact she had taken a sizable chunk out of his hand was particularly irksome, though his anger had mostly died, replaced instead by a newfound appreciation of her tenacity. She did not fear him like so many, and she had quite literally fought tooth and nail to get what she wanted. He stole a glance at her as he abandoned his hand, the sting of her bite still pulsing through his entire arm.
She was recollecting her journal, and wiping his blood off her lips, smearing it across her face in the attempt. Blood did not come off easily. "You look like a St. Mungos patient," he remarked as she settled herself once more in his spot, so nonchalantly lazing there as though none of the previous few minutes had transpired. Julian cocked an eyebrow as she snapped back at him, mentioning a secret kill list. Now that got his attention, regardless of whether it was a joke or not. He smirked, eyebrow dropping back down, taking a seat in the plush armchair by the fire with an audible sigh. He stretched his legs out before him, crossing them at length. "Do tell: who would top that list?" It was conversational, despite the absurdity of the topic - but it was nice - now that blood had been drawn there was little between them that could not be said.
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Aug 27, 2024 15:44:59 GMT -5
"You look like a St. Mungos patient."
She laughed at this because she was well aware what she probably looked like right now, covered in his blood and clinging to papers before she lazed as if it hadn't happened. She didn't mind though, "There's worse things to look like, I suppose." she said and reached for her wand that had fallen into the crevice of the chair to clean herself up as best she could. It wouldn't remove the taste though, for that she'd need to hunt down something sweet. "I could live with a permanent crease in my brow." she teased.
At his next question, she gave a half shrug, "Perhaps a Weasley," she offered in thought, "Though I'm still not above killing Mcevoy for the sheer audacity." she added, there wasn't any point in hiding him now, he'd read the words clear as day. She couldn't explain to him why either, should he ask. She wouldn't have picked Don herself and yet she had all the same. Still, it mattered little now. He would probably marry the Weasley girl and have little red headed babies when they left Hogwarts. "Or whoever is causing all the trouble here with their idiocy - petrifying students? honestly." she sighed. "Who tops yours?"
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Aug 27, 2024 21:49:27 GMT -5
She laughed at his remark, a pleasant sound. He had found that he had caused laughter among a few lately - and although the sound was rather nice, he warned himself against growing accustomed to it. He was not here to spread joy, and he did not want others to believe he was kind. At her comment, Julian nodded, "yes, I suppose you could have been ugly," of which she was clearly not. He watched her fumbling for her wand between the cushion of the lounge, teasing him about his frown. It made him acutely aware that he was still frowning at her, though the realization did not stop him from continuing - it was a permanent fixture of his face nowadays, "somehow I believe it would not suit you as much as it does me."
As he queried her on her kill list, she mentioned the Weasley's. Julian had not heard of them prior to his attendance at Hogwarts - after which he had almost never gone a day without one in his line of sight. They were everywhere. "That list may require narrowing," he responded at the thought, a Weasley was not very precise, "they breed like rabbits." She mentioned McEvoy then, much to his delight, "I would offer my assistance in that regard, though it may just be more entertaining to watch." His eyes dropped to his hand - the blood-flow had quelled, leaving behind a half-moon of red dents in the fleshy region between his index and thumb. If this was Abott's preferred fighting style, he would be much amused to watch her battle it out with the mudblood.
Abott seemed to be still thinking on who was at the top of her list, however, and followed up by mentioning the person who was petrifying students. Julian grew sober a moment, thinking on his cousin, "who tops yours?" He blinked himself out of his sudden stupor, casting a look her way, "perhaps I should start with rabid Slytherins," he remarked dryly, though paused a moment to think on the question. He was not so reckless to believe that he should actively pursue murder, but it was an intriguing thought to mull over a kill list. His father might have topped the list, though Julian was not about to commit patricide - he might have hated Marcus Mulciber, but he was still the head of his family. Besides, it would not do to discuss his families issues with someone he did not yet trust. "Would it surprise you to learn I would not be interested in naming anyone?" He loathed many, and likely would not hesitate to cause serious harm to others on a whim, but there was none currently that had pushed him so far he would not turn back.
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Aug 28, 2024 19:38:04 GMT -5
She didn't doubt for a moment that a frown wouldn't suit her as well, she didn't have the features to pull it off - Julian did though, even if she didn't enjoy the idea of not being able to smooth it out.
“I could narrow it but where would be the fun in that,” she said and tipped her head back against the arm of the chair and ran her fingers through her hair as he scoffed some, “Oh, well, with your assistance, I could hardly change my plans now.” she said. It was surprisingly easy to converse with Juilian, though she knew it probably shouldn’t be. A lot of it, she thought, was the fact that she just didn’t care about the way she was perceived, she was what she was and if Julian as a prat, good for him, she could work with that.
“Oh yes, start with those - can’t stand them.” she quipped back almost immediately, but any amusement died momentarily as he answered her question, and she turned her head to eye him again for a long moment as she mulled over his words. Did it surprise her? She wasn’t entirely sure. He seemed capable - they had just almost physically threw down in the common room but.. Everybody could be pushed just far enough if needed, couldn’t they? But, she understood not having been pushed that far. “Yes. And no.” she answered then. “You’re capable.” she pointed out. “But, I think you’re too careful.” she explained and then turned her face back toward the ceiling. “A shame, darkness would suit you much better than a frown.”
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Aug 29, 2024 18:57:52 GMT -5
"They are all cut from the same cloth," Julian agreed lazily, all Weasleys were more or less a blight on Purebloods - for despite belonging to the Sacred 28, they did not seem to care about their potential standing in the Wizarding World. A shame. "Oh no, no," Julian shook his head, re-evaluating his previous statement, "I do think it would be more entertaining now to watch. Go for his face, if you can." He implored with a smirk, feeling his body sink into the armchair, comfortable, the warmth of the fire against him. It was very late, though exhaustion had yet to triumph over him.
As he posed his question, Abott seemed to think hard on it, growing silent and more thoughtful. He watched her deliberate, fine movements: a small twitch of eye or finger, breath rising in her chest - all enthralling him. He had quickly come to learn that Sofia was driven by instinct and emotion - her blatant attack on him had proven that - and that fascinated him, as it was almost in opposition to his own approach.
"Yes. And no." Julian brought his eyes back to hers, wondering at her reasoning, of which she began to provide. You're too careful. Hmm. An unexpected answer, but one that gave him pause nonetheless. Caution had its benefits: it prevented him from making triggered responses to stressful situations, and moreover allowed him time to analyse situations properly. Her next words almost made him chuckle, though he managed to swallow the sound before it vocalized from his throat. She did not know how close she was to the truth. "I suppose caution may result in hesitancy," he admitted, "though it is not caution that would stay my hand - merely a lack of reason, and I dislike doing pointless things." Murder for the sake of murder seemed unproductive, and a waste of one's own energy. He had committed once to Hilfiger that he would provide assistance in taking out his father - but that particular man was less of a wizard and more of an animal that required euthanization.
"Would you suggest that I be more impetuous?" He then asked curiously, wondering if it was indeed required from him. Perhaps taking a leaf from Abotts book was what he needed to further succeed.