#c;lysander

[ofsupernovcs]

Closed for @traegics

Lysander hadn't seen Wesley in a while. Between his mind regaining his memories and not sure where his allegiance lies, he needed guidance. Wesley was the smartest person he knew. Lysander took a deep breath as he saw the familiar figure. There was a sad smile.

"Wesley." He said. "Can I request a conversation with you?"

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

hp next gen au info (in age order until after Louis)

James, Albus & Lily=Hinny kids

Victoire, Dominique & Louis = Bleur kids

Roxanne & Freddie = George x Angelina kids

Molly & Lucy = Perciver kids

Rose & Hugo = Romionie kids

Frank & Alice = Nannah kids

Lorcan & Lysander = Luna x Rolf kids

[ourladyoftheunderworldrp]

Personaje de la saga: Harry Potter

Personaje del foro: Gaïa A. Greengrass

Personaje propio: Albus S. Potter

Ship: Orson x Marjorie

Casa: Gryffindor

Trío: Amanda x Rhett x Alexandra

Cita:

— ¿Lo quieres de vuelta? Entonces arráncamelo, porque no vas a escucharme pedirte que te lo devuelva. Dijiste que significaba que te pertenezco ¿verdad? Pues tendrás que vivir con eso —

Lysander A. Scamander, Poison and thorns

Trama oficial: Blood runs thicker than water.

Personaje menos querido: Aurelius I. Doge @homenumrevelio-rpg

[strawberryxmagic]

@ofwindydays - lysander

starla was humming to herself at a cafe as she sketched in her sketchbook. she had a rare day off from the art gallery and was enjoying the nice weather. she took a sip of her drink before getting back to sketch. she looked up at the sky and just gave a small smile.

[sweetm3lody]

And if somebody hurts you I'm gonna get hurt too That's just how we work, yeah, that's just how we work It will never change We both know what I, what I, what I mean When I look at you it's like I'm looking at me My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you

Lysander A. Scamander & Madeline A. Longbottom

— @homenumrevelio-rpg @craz-insanity

[traegics]

Continued from here - @ofwindydays (Lysander)

Chocolate irises roll as features turn to face the fairy and she'd never admit but he had grown on her, she had taken a liking to the blonde weirdo in front of her even as he bled on her ridiculously expensive cough. "Quit bleeding on my furniture and I'll stop throwing things at you," Raquel retorts sharply though there's no actual malice or annoyance to her tone. "Is this one of those 'you should see the other guy' things because that's so unimpressive."

[diskaywrites]

𝑶𝒏 𝑴𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 #𝟐𝟎: 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑳𝒚𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 (𝒐𝒄) 𝒙 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒚 (𝒐𝒄) 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇: 𝑱𝒐𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒚, 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒕 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆: 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏

.✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽

"Again? They have me teaming with the Hendry boy again?" Lysander Buchard sighed as he settled back into the arms of current fling and lifelong friend, Spike Trivet. His long black hair splayed across his shoulders, dappled with freckles. It seemed lately that every booker in the United Kingdom wanted the two to wrestle alongside each other. Frankly, he didn't understand. Lysander came from money, was the epitome of wealth and class.

And Schuyler Hendry was...well...Schuyler Hendry.

Schuyler had at least one positive quality that Lysander saw in himself, the breathtaking good looks. Whereas the elder Hendry was more commonplace in his looks, Schuyler was ethereal. Lysander could go to any local pub and point out four other men who looked like Joe, but not a single person who looked like Schuyler. Lysander could recognize himself as angular, sharp in the face. Schuyler was softer, his long hair so blonde that it was white framed the soft face that hosted eyes so blue they could have been the ocean at any exotic beach. Lysander hand, on more than one occasion, found himself staring when he should have been worried about the match they were in.

The problem came in the form of Schuyler's personality. Lysander had learned from a young age that being quiet and reserved kept you from spilling too much of a heart that could be easily trampled on. Since then, Lysander had found that cruelty and insincerity were how he would get back at the world. Schuyler had other ways at looking at the world. He was bright and bold, praise leaving his perfect lips just as often as the fabled Hendry wit. In truth, Lysander found it was infuriating as it was charming. Had he grown up without the trappings that wealth often brought, Lysander believed that he could have been as open as the man who he found himself so often stuck with.

Perfect, pretty Schuyler Hendry.

"I could speak to Smallman if you so wish," Spike spoke to his companion, a hand carding through those black tresses in a comforting manner. It was a state that the two had found themselves in often, since their days at Eton. Spike had been one of Lysander's closest friends in childhood, his only real friend. It had been Spike who suggested he allow his cruelty to come alive in violence. It had been Spike who brought Lysander to Progress Wrestling.

And yet, as symbiotic as their relationship was, it still did not match the relationship that Lysander found himself almost craving with Schuyler.

If his relationship with Spike was symbiotic, Lysander wanted his relationship with Schuyler to be parasitic. He wanted Schuyler's name to be uttered with his in one glorious breath, as entwined as the thoughts he found himself having of his partner from time to time. He wanted Schuyler to thread the same nimble hands that often reached out for him mid-match through his hair. He wanted Schuyler to laud praise on him with those plump lips.

Not that he would ever admit to any of it.

"No, no," Lysander waved a dismissive hand, hawkish eyes watching as Schuyler made his way into the locker room, "I think I am just fine with him as a partner."

[xprofugus]

“This isn’t normal behavior for me.” (lysander)

"c'mon man, normal is overrated." seb practically groaned as he looked away from the group of girls and back to lysander. "it's easy, all you have to do is get your ass up and go say hi. flirt a little, maybe" then he smirked and raised his arms to fluidly make a wave with them before bringing a hand down to pat his friend on the shoulder. "loosen up a little too, and yes, i'd die to see you do exactly what i just did."

[call-2-arms]

@dragcnlxrd || Moved from legacy

“If the sun hasn’t killed you and you don’t succumb to the death sleep during the daylight hours there may be cure for you yet”, he said as he rotated one of the eggs.

“Short of returning to your home land and seeking out the one that turned you I believe our best bet is in Stygai. There are dark books there, books not even the darkest of sorcerers will read aloud. I remember though one that spoke of the undead. I know some necromancy but what we need we’ll find there”, he said thoughtfully as he studied Jaime.

“On foot or by sky? For me I could be there in perhaps two maybe three days but for you? Perhaps ten on foot or horse back if you walk or ride hard”, he said as he watched the flames his fingers curling this way or that making the flames dance.

“If you find a vessel and go up the river Ash you can perhaps cut that by a day or two. That is if you can find one or anyone brave enough to sail it”, he said as he sighed and dusted off his hands and leaned back getting more comfortable.

“The food for you will be scarce, at least the bleeding kind. I am not sure if you can still consume regular food or has that phase of your affliction passed? Perhaps before we set off on this venture I suggest you find a butcher, purchase as much blood as you can carry in water skins”, he said as he went over what else the man could possibly need for his journey.

“Perhaps a cloak too”.

Jaime wondered if the older he became as this vampire, the weaker he would become to the sun. He had recalled the tales that they told when he was but a child, about monsters and dragons. About people who would burn because they were so pale. Was that what this curse would eventually do to him, too? He was but a baby vampire, his body still changing. But eventually, would the sun kill him, too?

Gods, he hoped not. The pain was tedious, when he'd first stepped outside unknowing what he was. It had made his head spin and his eyes burn, but his skin had remained intact. He supposed he had not fully stood in the sun again to know the true outcome. This was one way to find out...

Jaime listened to the advice from the other man. He had no choice in the matter. He could return to the shadows and live this miserable life of his, or he could do something about it. Jaime Lannister was no coward. He would fight. He may not be welcome back home now, but if this curse was lifted, then his father and sister would welcome him back with open arms--if he still wanted it by then... The strange thing about breaking away from a toxic environment was that he may very well not wish to go back. Only time would tell.

"The sooner, the better," he commented. The thought of living off butcher blood did not appease him, but he supposed it was better than having to kill innocents to remain alive. "I will get a cloak, I will visit the butcher, and I will sail the damn boat by myself if I have to." He did not have the luxury of flying a dragon, but he still had some gold in his pocket. Enough to pay someone, even if they were scared.

"Gold can turn cowards brave, I have found. I will convince someone. If not..." His eyes flicked to Lysander's, "I have learned that vampires can be persuasive."

[willcwpicquery]

"Only the super important life-altering stuff," Willow joked in reply. "I don't disagree with you but it's certainly one of those things that's easier said than done if you ask me. Sometimes 'what you want' isn't that easy. And for cases like mine, maybe you haven't even figured out what that is exactly."

"Do you often let other people make choices for you?" It definitely didn't seem her style but then perhaps he really hadn't read her well. "I think that it's never too late to pursue what you want. What's stopping you isn't age or anything like that but the limitations you are putting on yourself."

[ofsupernovcs]

Closed for @fragmcntedsouls

The fairy was struggling to tune the instrument. Lysander felt awful uncompelled, he prayed that soon maybe the orginal will catch on. There was a sadness as he played. For what he said, for what he has done, he thinks he failed as a knight.

There was a sigh while he played a classical sonnet he knew. Lysander paused when he noticed the family face.

"Billie." He said forcing a smile. "Didn't expect to see you here."

[dragcnlxrd]

"It scares me what I'm willing to do for you."

Amethyst hues look at the prince, a slender brow quirked at the words. He turned and looked down the hall as if perhaps the prince were speaking to someone else. When realization dawned upon him that he was indeed speaking to him, Lysander did all that he could to contain the blush that threatened to creep up his neck.

"Your Highness... I am humbled by your honesty but perhaps there are other things you should be willing to do that don't involve me," he said quietly a slight curl at the edge of his lips.

[strawberryxmagic]

@ofwindydays - lysander

star was munching on a treat while practically floating around the party. she was having fun. she'd danced with a few people, she'd danced by herself just fine, and she'd hung around the people she cared about. she paused when she spotted another person she hadn't seen for a year. "lysander?" she asked, blinking.

[laurelcllivanders]

"The only thing I could potentially have to celebrate is how much of a disaster I am," she snorted cynically when he'd asked her for the reason she was drinking so much. "But hey, what else is new? No use in pretending there's room for that to change or whatever."

"It's good to know you aren't the type to think that." Too many people seemed to be of a different opinion and that they needed drink for a night to be a good one. Don't get him wrong, Lysander could drink when he was in the mood, but it wasn't a requirement. "Is there a reason why you are out drinking so much tonight though? A celebration?"

[sweetm3lody]

generation '26 — @homenum-revelio-rpg

@craz-insanity @wontyouletitlie @rose-weaxley @ourladyoftheunderworldrp @yuukivic @xx-wolfhard-xx

[xprofugus]

⊹₊⟢⋆ ― sebastián mondragón / @ofwindydays (lysander)

"hey man, it's beer pong time." with a ping pong ball in his hand, he pointed towards the beer pong that was set up and ready for them, a wide grin on his lips. he didn't have a partner for this round so he decided to grab the next person he saw. "lie to me, you any good?" seb asked, slapping a palm on the man's shoulder to guide him in the direction of the table.