Goblin Liaison Office Worker
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Post by damian flynn wolfe on Mar 5, 2022 0:48:53 GMT -5
now that damian had begun to take firmer steps toward solidifying his role amongst the ranks, he needed to take things more seriously. mistakes were deadlier at higher stakes, costing him his life instead of a scowl from a disgruntled second in command. arrogance- arrogance without the means to back it up, that is- would ruin him. he had seen firsthand how making empty promises would ruin a leader. marianna’s name, now, was as good as dirt.
he didn’t intend to suffer the same fate as the woman he was previously loyal to.
so damian was making sure that he had the resources to back it up. today he was searching for a particular poison, batrachotoxin: a non-magical venom with the potency to be worth the hassle. magical means of disposal were all well and good, but damian was often a fan of using mundane tactics that were more easily rendered untraceable. in their line of wands, people often expected a tip of the wand to be the point of their demise. they didn’t expect it to be in the tea they sipped upon earlier in the evening.
he made his way to mr. mulpepper’s apothecary in search for just that. batrachotoxin wasn’t something he could buy publicly, certainly not in alleys such as diagon or hogsmeade- that left knockturn as the primary location for his search. mr. mulpepper’s was the natural first stop, for he much preferred it to the poison shop drenched in the influence of its vampire owners. though they were apparently gone now, he didn’t want to risk having to deal with their dramatics.
he chose to slip through the front doors of the apothecary closer to close, when he knew that it would be less likely for people to recognize him. the little bell announced his presence once damian stepped through and immediately began to seek out his quarry.
about three minutes of looking later, damian decided he didn’t want to waste any more of his time on something so little. instead he strolled up to the front worker that he had ignored until then and flashed his charming smile.
“good evening. would you happen to be able to point me in the right direction of something? i can’t seem to find it.”
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Owner of Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary, Werewolf
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Post by ronan zhang on Mar 11, 2022 18:08:16 GMT -5
Ronan tended to enjoy his job, for the most part. Sure there were plenty of downsides, most of which had to do with the unfortunate customer service aspect that came along with being in charge, having to answer stupid questions and make meaningless small talk was the absolute bane of his existence. Which was why he quite enjoyed days like today, when the weather outside was taking a break from being unbearably hot, and there was a faint miserable trickle of rain falling from the sky. The already dismal streets of Knockturn were positively deserted, most people deciding to put their less savoury shopping aside for a day when the sun was a little more friendly.
It was just as well that the weather was less than ideal. Ronan had spent much of the night before tossing and turning, awake and out of bed more often than he was asleep, and when he had been able to drift off in between the waves of nausea and chills that had been accosting him, his dreams had been filled with bizarre images and he awoke from each more unsettled than he had before. He’d still been groggy hauling himself out of bed and getting dressed for work, breakfast had simply been out of the question. Which had been all well and good for the first few hours of his shift, sure, but now that it was nearing midday he was beginning to regret that decision as hunger gnawed rather insistently in the pit of his stomach. He should have just brought something with him. Oh well, at least the store was quiet, and he was able to work in peace.
He’d just finished bottling and packing Su Bin’s latest concoction when the bell at the front chimed. It was a merry sound somehow, despite the overall gloom of the day, and it grated on Ronan’s nerves. He was tired and hungry, his back had been aching all day and the thin, spidery veins that he’d noticed on his hands a few weeks ago were starting to multiply. The last thing he wanted to be doing at that moment was dealing with a customer.
Luckily for him, the man seemed to know what he was looking for, which gave him time to turn back to his notebook on the desk. He’d been working on a new formula for his cure, and he could feel in his gut that he was getting close. He had something there, something substantial, but there was a missing component that for the life of him he could not figure out. He studied the careful, detailed notes, searching for anything he might have missed so intently that he missed the sound of boots approaching and startled in his seat when the man spoke.
“Oh, sure.” he offered, still shaking off the surprise and unease he felt. There was something unpleasant about this man, and Ronan was eager to have him on his way as soon as he could. “What are you looking for?”
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Post by damian flynn wolfe on Mar 17, 2022 22:56:16 GMT -5
it was nearly impossible to not notice the notebook that the employee at the counter had spread out unceremoniously as damian asked his question. the pages were nearly covered in detailed, precise handwriting occasionally broken up by small diagrams. most of it flew entirely over damian’s head- all the more technical aspects of life never really seemed to land with him, and he didn’t look at it for more than a passing moment. one thing that immediately caught his eye? the word moon. it lit the spark of morbid curiosity, with the words of death ever-present in the back of his mind. keeping them there, after all, was how he had stayed alive.
interestingly, though, the man before him didn’t look like much of anything. he was scrawny, kind of meek-looking, and honestly a bit sickly. some people really let themselves slip away, it was a shame. though he wasn’t a fan of working with the vampires, he did wish at the moment to have one of their keen noses to confirm his suspicions.
the practiced smile danced on his lips, quirking up habitually as soon as he was addressed and took another step forward. talking to people was a game that he had played for years by now, taught well by his father before him. a shame the man was not still with them, for surely he would be proud of all that damian had created. all he planned to create, moreover. he would build his empire on the blood of those who stood in his way.
“a funny little serum, i am hoping you have it. need it for a personal project of mine,” he replied calmly, sticking his hands in his pockets and feigning nonchalance with a shrug. “there’s this muggle frog, the golden frog, that has a chemical harvested from it. batrachotoxin i believe it’s called.” damian knew damn well what it was called, but ignorance tended to make people less wary in his experience. as long as he didn’t have to deal with a stupid muggle, he could play any role he needed to in order to get what he needed.
“you know how the other shopping alleys are, always gatekeeping the good stuff,” he continued, sparing another glance at the notebook as he pretended to look around them. “you have it?”
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Post by ronan zhang on Apr 1, 2022 18:38:29 GMT -5
Ronan blinked as the man started to speak. Honestly Ronan didn’t think he’d ever understand the types of people who had a flair for the dramatic. They were absolutely exhausting to be around, and if he were a worse shop owner he probably would have buried his nose in his notes once again and told the man which shelf he could find the poison on. Everything the man in front of him had said could have been condensed into about one sentence, probably ten words or less. There was absolutely no need for him to wax poetic for Ronan, especially not the variety in which he seemed to be trying to prove he knew more about poisons and tinctures than the literal owner of an apothecary.
The fact that he was looking for a poison as well set Ronan’s teeth on edge. The man had not outright done anything wrong, but there was something that just felt incredibly off about him and Ro did not enjoy the sensation of unease that crept up his spine. He was pleasant and his smile was handsome even, but there was a sort of deadness to his eyes that had Ronan leaning back and away from both the customer and his own notes. He was very eager to get him out of his shop as soon as he possibly could.
“I know what you’re talking about.” he hummed, though a small frown creased between his eyebrows as he caught the man glancing down at his notes. As surreptitiously as he could manage, he pulled the messy sketches back closer to himself and flipped the cover closed. There was too much sensitive information in there for it to be simply left out in the open for men like this to take a look. “It’s a very deadly poison so you must understand why I don’t just keep it on the shelves. It will also run you quite a bit, it’s not easy stuff to come by. So, before I go all the way to the back to get it for you, how much do you want?”
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Post by damian flynn wolfe on Apr 19, 2022 23:25:18 GMT -5
initially, damian had been merely interested in the sketches the sad looking man had open on his desk. it was pure curiosity; he was raised knowing that a keen eye could do wonders for a man’s reputation. keeping a pulse on who was talking about what, who mingled with who, and who was entirely absent from the public eye did wonders for someone looking to catapult themselves using the very social hierarchy that worked to limit them. damian liked to think he had done well for himself using the lessons his father taught him. his keen eye had brought him to the raymons and that, most certainly, had been a wonderfully profitable venture. he was not a humble man, but he was not deluded either. his partnership with noa had been in equal parts due to her prowess. it excited him to finally have someone that seemed to hunger with the same tenacity as he.
but as soon as the shopkeeper drew his notes back and covered them, damian’s interest was piqued. had they been monotonous equations or inventory scribblings, damian doubted the man would have gone so far as to cloak them from view. perhaps if he were one particularly skittish or untrusting; damian, however, was not in the game of reasoning away what very well could be something of interest. the moment the man folded the cover over was the moment damian decided he would figure out what lay inside. he had set his mind to far more trivial conquests before. at the very least, he could satiate a bit of curiosity.
ah yes, the poison. the original purpose behind damian’s little venture was nearly lost from his mind once he was set on other prospects, though he was careful not to show it in his smile. “of course, that makes wonderful sense,” he replied cordially. he shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to keep up the veil of impartiality. “as much as you’re willing to give me. you know better than i, don’t you? though i assure you-“ he pat his pocket and the sound of heavy coins rattled beneath the fabric. “money is no object. i’ll reward you handsomely for whatever you can spare. and, perhaps, i’ll even be able to send my people here for their various mundane desires. i am nothing if not a loyal customer.”
ronan zhang - ah yes, the poison. kuzco's poison. the poison for kuzco. (C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE |
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Post by ronan zhang on May 5, 2022 23:35:21 GMT -5
| tell me once again, I could have been anyone else i want to feel the fire that you kept from me
With what was quickly becoming the theme of the day, Ronan resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the man in front of him. He’d already decided that he did not like him, almost from the moment he’d opened his mouth in fact, but every subsequent word that came out of it cemented that opinion further in his mind. The customer seemed to be incredibly fond of the sound of his own voice, and Ronan was willing to wager was lucky, since he suspected he was the only one who did. Even more obnoxious was the sound of a coin purse jingling somewhere within the depths of that ridiculously frivolous coat, shaking at Ronan like he was some dog motivated by the promise of a treat. Sure he liked money, he wouldn’t work here if he didn’t. But he had some self respect, and there was a part of him that wanted to give this man far less than usual, solely for being such a dick.
“Well if money is of no consequence then I hope you’re comfortable making multiple trips down,” He replied, sliding his personal notebook behind a stack of store books on the counter. His own was relatively plain, thank Merlin he’d had that kind of foresight, and for the most part blended right in. The last thing he needed were bad reviews of someone accusing him of slacking off, or for his employees to do any snooping. Not that he was worried about any danger from them, Drew couldn’t keep their eyes open long enough to read these days and Charlie had proven to be exceptionally competent. “I can give you three vials, fifty millilitres each for the first purchase. Once I’m more familiar with you and I know you’re not just going around offing people with my supplies, we can negotiate a more substantial quantity.”
Without waiting for a response, Ronan pushed his stool back from the counter and got to his feet, ignoring the moment of dizziness before he made his way to the back. Part of him wanted to bring his notes with him, to squirrel them away amongst dusty potions ingredients where no one else would ever look at them. The rational part of him knew how suspicious it would look. Instead he gathered the vials as quickly as he could, being sure to wipe them clean of any dust before returning to the front.
“Here you are, that will be sixty galleons.”
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Goblin Liaison Office Worker
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Post by damian flynn wolfe on Jun 22, 2022 17:10:08 GMT -5
damian needed to work enormously fast if he wanted to grab this notebook without making a fuss. he kept the smile dripping off his lips until he was sure the shopkeeper was out of sight, hobbling into the back to grab the substance that damian was only half as invested in now. if this little venture was for nothing, then at least he got some overpriced venom out of it. if not- well, he wouldn’t get ahead of himself quite yet. the man’s figure disappeared into the back and damian swiftly took a few steps forward, reaching over the counter and plucking out the notebook that he had watched the man slides in between a few others.
charts, data, way too many notes; damian finger slid down the side of the book to quietly flip through the pages, quick enough to get a gauge of what was inside but not nearly enough time to understand any of the information within. he nearly wrote it off as senseless ramblings when a small diagram caught his eye. moons. a chart of them alongside behavior notes and something that damian could only assume were potion recipes, for he had seen them enough times, though to what exactly he hadn’t the faintest. at the very least, one thing was enormously clear; if this man wasn’t a werewolf, he was researching something to do with them.
how marvelously interesting.
he snapped the book shut and slid it into his inside coat pocket without a second thought. his next move was snapping out his wand and quickly casting a locking charm on the door, but a shuffling sound coming from where the shopkeeper had disappeared to stopped him short. his lips ticked down into a frustrated frown. he really was banking on it taking a bit longer than that. in a bit of haste, he shoved his wand up his sleeve and plastered on his pulled and practiced smile.
“sixty galleons? what a steal.” he made a show of digging around for his money pouch as he worked through the scenarios in his head. he didn’t know what on earth the back looked like, so best to keep this up here. and though it would be easy to just kill the man and get it over with- damian would be lying if he said he could decipher what the hell those notes meant without any help. perhaps this possible–werewolf would be of help.
and if not, no harm no foul. he’d just dispose of him later once he'd exhausted all possible benefits.
“say,” damian lifted his eyes up to meet the shopkeeper’s. “you wouldn’t happen to know how to get to the cauldron shop from here? i’m in the market for another.”
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Post by ronan zhang on Jul 5, 2022 3:00:51 GMT -5
| tell me once again, I could have been anyone else i want to feel the fire that you kept from me
In the few moments that it had taken Ronan to walk to the back, retrieve the requested vials of poison, take a breather and walk back to the front of the store, he’d almost entirely forgotten the overall unsettlingness of this strange new customer. Not that he was typically in the business of judging those who came to his shop, he did work in Knockturn Alley after all. People of all sorts liked to come in for a variety of reasons, and it was not his place to question them. Normally he was very good about that, keeping to himself and making sure the needs of almost anyone coming into his shop were being met to the best of his ability. But there was something about the plastic smile plastered across the taller man’s face that made his fist tighten a little more around the vials of poison in his hand. He did not want to imagine what use they would be serving.
“Well yes, we do try and pride ourselves on our reasonable prices,” he replied, though his tone was flat and his eyes darting to the door behind the man in what he hoped was a clear enough signal that he wanted this interaction to be over. He was a salesperson, not a therapist or hospitality worker, and while the other man didn’t seem to get tired of hearing his own voice, Ronan most certainly did. “Thanks for doing business with us, and I hope that everything is to your satisfaction. I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of you soon.”
With that he turned, intent on going back behind his desk and pulling out his book of notes once again. He was so close, he just knew it. He’d been lucid throughout the entire transformation last time, enough to see his hands only barely shifting. It had not been the same all over, but it was progress, more than he’d had in a very long time. It was just was well, he didn’t have much time left to figure this out. And he was so sure he’d be able to make even more progress, if this man would just take the hint and fuck off.
“Cauldrons?” He replied, turning to face him. “Sorry, no. That’s not exactly my area of expertise, you might want to try Diagon Alley. I know they tend to carry supplies for students.”
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Post by damian flynn wolfe on Aug 11, 2022 0:28:39 GMT -5
damian could give a shit less about cauldrons. he could give even less of a shit what this man thought about his prices or about the rehearsed, monotone thank you that he gave in response to damian’s performance. listening to either of those things had really only been a tactic to buy him time. to think about what he was to do next, whether it was kill the man and run or take on a more risky, but possibly more fruitful, endeavor. noa would likely prefer the cleanliness of the first option; it was swift, it was effective, and it followed through on their deal with death. the temptation of the possibility of there being more was too great to pass up.
he spared another glance to the back room, waiting for the sound of an emerging employee. when he was met with silence, he decided upon the risk. damian kept his meander closer to the counter as casual as possible, flickering his gaze over the attendant to try and sum up what he was dealing with. he was tall, unfortunately, but he at least didn’t seem to be as tall as damian was. hopefully, that would afford him a small advantage. perhaps if he caught him by surprise, he could avoid the fight entirely and be gone before the man even got a word out.
damian’s flair for the dramatic wouldn’t allow him such a callous, boring exit.
he gave the clerk a nod as he put the money on the counter and took the poison. with a curt “good day” he spun around, shoved the vial in his pocket, and exchanged the grip for that of the book. his fingers curled firmly around the spine without pulling it out, yet. before he made it more than a few steps, he turned around again.
“say, one more thing.” he stepped back up to the counter, less than a foot away from the progressively-more-annoyed shopkeeper. “i’ve acquired this book recently, and i can’t seem to make out what on earth it’s for. seems rather important, though. something you wouldn’t want to land in the wrong hands.”
when he lifted his hand to show the notebook he had stolen, his smile shifted. the charming, polite one that he wore twisted up at the corners and thinned out around the edges. the charm distorted into mockery, and the politeness became a crooked glee. without the façade to hide it, his eyes flashed bright. damian’s free hand shot out to coil around the shirt of the man while his other pushed the notebook back into his pocket in favor of brandishing his wand, instead.
“care to help me?” he drawled, and willed them both to apparate to the basement floor of the wolfe estate.
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Post by ronan zhang on Sept 1, 2022 0:11:30 GMT -5
| tell me once again, I could have been anyone else i want to feel the fire that you kept from me
Ronan had been looking forward to this interaction ending practically since the moment it had begun. He knew that it was his job as the owner of his shop to be non judgemental of his customers, after all how could he expect them to keep coming back if he was rude and unapproachable? But there was something about this man that made Ronan think it would not be such a loss if he decided never to return to the shop, regardless of how much money he was willing to spend there. He’d come so close, he’d handed the man the poison and the payment in exchange had been put on the counter safely. It was going so well, the man was heading out the door after his incredibly odd question about cauldrons and Ronan finally turned his back to him as he began to make his way back behind the counter where he could continue to go over his notes in peace when the man spoke once again.
For a moment, Ronan took a deep breath. It had been long enough that he could no longer resist the urge to roll his eyes, but he did still have the good sense to do so before he turned around and put his customer service face back on. His back and ankles were aching from how long he had been on his feet, he was dizzy and nauseous and he barely even wanted to be at work, let alone be dealing with the most uncomfortable man he’d ever had the displeasure of encountering. He took a deep breath in as he turned to face the other man and look at whatever the hell he was asking about, only for his blood to run cold.
In the man’s hand was his notebook. The notebook full of all of his information and research, everything he’d been working on for the past year and a half. Thank Merlin he wasn’t stupid enough to take everything to work with him, but even that was more than enough information to be dangerous in the wrong hands. In an instant he was striding forwards, reaching for the book with his heart hammering into his throat.
“You have no idea what you’re messing with, give me tha–” the sentence was only halfway out of his mouth before he found a fist balled in his shirt and the ground disappeared from under his feet. Disapparating was a disorienting experience on a good day, but having it occur with neither his will nor consent was beyond anything he’d experienced before. He barely processed when his feet landed on concrete, his head still spinning a mile a minute. The ever present nausea that accompanied his day to day existence came to a peak and he emptied the contents of his stomach over the shoes of the fancy man before him before he collapsed to his knees trembling.
“Where… where the fuck am I?”
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Post by damian flynn wolfe on Sept 11, 2022 17:37:52 GMT -5
the familiar, slightly stale smell of the wolfe family basement greeted him as damian calmly landed on the ground following the apparation. his parents had originally had this place as a wine cellar, but it had quickly been upgraded following his taking over the estate. he had the place stripped from floor to ceiling, leaving only the centuries-old cobblestone in the work’s wake. it made for a particularly dismal atmosphere, one that mingled well with the faint, rust-like scent hung heavy in the air.
and then the man had unceremoniously hurled on his shoes. damian’s face contorted into anger and his nose curled up at the repulsive display, a disgusted scoff leaving his lips soon after. “fucking revolting. what’s wrong with you?” he spat, less of a genuine question and more of an accusation. he flicked off what he could in the crumpled man’s direction. he’d buy new shoes, these ones were getting burned. he had half a mind to use them to kick the man, and he very well may have done so if he weren’t already a mess on the ground. the disgust progressively shifted to amusement as he watched the display. if this was how he was reacting now, perhaps it would be easier to bend him to his will than he had planned on. though it ruined some of the fun, it was much more time-effective.
“ ‘where am i?’ ” damian mocked, his words dripping with lavishly applied sarcasm. his wand twirled rhythmically in his hands, twisting around his fingertips to keep them from being idle. still, they twitched with the consistent thrum below his skin that urged forward swift damage. “a long way from your shop. and don’t bother screaming, no one will hear that either. it will be a waste of your voice and my patience.”
he crouched a slight distance away from the man and waved his notebook in the air, shifting his head somewhat into his eyeline. “moon cycles, tracking behavior? imagine my surprise. you know if i were a betting man, i would wager that this little book of yours has something to do with you being a werewolf. few others would care so much about something so incredibly…boring.”
damian eyed the man carefully, watching for any reaction to his words. when he finally caught his eyes, damian paid no mind to masking the genuine enjoyment he was getting out of this. “care to tell me, or shall i just kill you and spare us the conversation?”
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Post by ronan zhang on Oct 8, 2022 1:35:15 GMT -5
| tell me once again, I could have been anyone else i want to feel the fire that you kept from me
The ground beneath his palms was pleasantly cool in contrast to the way his skin burned. It was almost ironic, really. Typically it was impossible for him to get warm, cold liked to sink its fingers into him all the way down to the bone and would not let go for love or money. Now though, as he trembled on his hands and knees in the damp basement of the man who had brought him here, Ronan’s skin burned feverishly. It was as though his body was trying to tell him something was wrong, like he would not have picked up on the change himself. It was pathetic, really, how easy it was for his body to betray him. A better werewolf would have seen this coming, would have sensed the man’s deception the moment he’d stepped into the shop, or broken his hand the second he grabbed him. Yet here Ronan was, on the floor without enough strength or motivation to raise himself to his feet.
Gone was the charming facade that the other man had put on in the shop. The saccharine sweetness had melted away into something cold, an expression callous enough to match the deadness that he’d noted behind his eyes earlier. It was unnerving to realise he preferred this version, despite the circumstances he now found himself in. At least this way he knew he was no longer being lied to. The cards were on the table, this man had shown his hand. And Ronan would either have to play along, or die trying. There was a sort of peace in that. It was the other man’s mistake to have chosen someone who did not care all that much to live.
“Did your mummy never tell you that it’s rude to snoop?” He rasped, sitting up slowly to look the other man in the eye. The room had smelled foul before, and was made worse by the pool of his own sick at the other man’s feet. His mouth tasted sour as it filled with saliva, and he spit it on his soiled shoes for good measure. He would play along, sure, but that did not mean his defiance would disappear entirely.
“What, you’re not clever enough to figure it out on your own? C’mon now, you’re a big boy. Why don’t you tell me what you think it means, hm?”
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Post by damian flynn wolfe on Feb 18, 2023 18:02:12 GMT -5
a rush of adrenaline twisted up damian’s lips the moment he heard the man begin to talk back. it was rewarding, almost, to hear him grasp for strength and shove spite into every word. any prisoner that withheld their wit was easier to handle, he supposed, but hardly as fun. there was little to be gained by kicking down a limp body. no, damian enjoyed the fighters. they made the punches less pitiful and the satisfaction of destruction all the more intoxicating. and he was determined to find a use for this one. it had been an awfully long time since he had an outlet, and it was beginning to show in his recklessness. oops.
“did your mummy never tell you to watch out for strangers?” he first retorted, unyielding in staring right back at him.
still, as much as he enjoyed the fight, it didn’t mean he enjoyed being condescended to by a rat sitting in a pool of his own sick. the man’s second comment was less easy to dismiss as irrelevant. damian snapped his wand forward and under the man’s chin.
“watch your tongue, little mutt, or i’ll cut it from your mouth,” he warned. he kept his voice the calm cadence he normally did when he was attempting to force authority, but the anger infected his eyes. it boiled up and overtook the green in a heated blaze. though practiced in much in the realm of deception, damian thought eyes to be his weakness. it was a fact he exploited in others and loathed in himself. how much he’d give to strip away that bit of humanity, too.
after a moment’s pause, he slowly pulled the wand away.
“you want to know what i think it means? i think it means that you have a choice to make here. and i’m nothing if not a giving man, so i’l give you both your options.” damian wiggled the notebook in the air again and made a show of opening it, callously flipping through the pages. it looked like an ancient language, frankly, but there had to be something in here of use. “one, you tell me what it is you’re researching in this little book of yours. i reward honesty, you see, and i can tell when something’s useful even if it isn’t my - shall we say, expertise. we work together. you live.”
his fingers tightened around the book covers and slammed it shut. damian’s eyes slowly raked up to the man’s and he smiled. this smile was far from the one crafted of pureblood charm and illegitimacy, which was hardly as effective once he had shown a bit more of his colors. it was genuine in his enjoyment at the prospects before him, balanced on wiry lips and twisted-up edges. “or, you don’t. i find someone who can help me, someone far less combative than you, and you die. which is fun for me, but i’ve known it to be far less fun for you.”
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