#not yet corpses; still we rot | | cassian lancastor

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@exitiumstarters ✦ cassian lancastor

"You know I can hear you, right?" Cassian grumbled, unimpressed by whatever poor attempts of tailing or avoidance the other was practicing. The day had been long and somehow, he felt as if the night was destined to be so much longer. OEA first and foremost, he was well equipped with weapons, but his fingers twitched, knowing that his magic would be all he really needed to stave of a threat. "Gonna come out, or should I just make you instead?"

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Cassian rolled his eyes at the tortured dramatics, although even he had to admit that he was amused by the others antics. “Come on, chicks love that brooding, woe is me shit that you’ve got going on” he taunted, before waving a hand through the air, “whatever, I can’t take any more of this self fucking loathing. We’re going out tonight" anticipating protest he countered "don't bother fighting it, just make sure you shower and are ready by 11.” Matthias had grown to be family; Cassian’s bio family unit was fractured and that was putting it politely. From the moment their bromance had begun, he believed that there was nothing that could come between them – except now there was. Offering an exaggerated sigh, Cass threw himself back into his chair and quipped “not from where i’m sitting.” Whilst the question asked had been simple, Cassian felt as though his answer would be anything but. His shoulders rolled, one hand lifting to tug through his hair as his tongue pushed against his lower lip “different like – she’s all the fucking light in the world, you know?” he murmured, before awkwardly clearing his throat and forcing his attentions onto the other. “You’re such a jackass” eyes rolling “what, so you're not even going to try? Seriously, what have you got to lose? You never know, she might have disgustingly low standards and find that she actually tolerates you” he quipped with a grin.  

His words prompt a laugh. There was no planet on which Cas was way above his league. If anything, they were the two sides of the same coin. A good match. For the most part. "I date out of my league anyway. Hence why I'm perpetually alone. Shit's hard to find." it's light-hearted now, like somewhere along his line of jealousy and resentment he remembered Cas had stuck with him through more shit than most. From the moment he'd lost his real brother, the other had been the closest he'd ever gotten to a replacement. So he lets go of the sting, and the tension, Gabi was better off with Cas than she would be with him anyway. "I'm perfectly content with the stick up my ass. Does wonders for the posture." he'll take a sip of his cold beer, not really looking at the other as they spoke. Not even as he mentions Gabi being different, words that hit more than they should have, froze his blood for a split second, even though he'd already accepted defeat on the matter. It didn't make it easier. "Different how?" in between sarcasm and jokes, he manages a simple question. --- "I'll have you know, I have -- met a girl recently. Different. Most beautiful fucking person you could ever meet." no lie is told, and only half the truth revealed. "It could never work though. She and me. She's...perfect and I'm...well, me."

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@exitiumstarters ✦ cassian lancastor

Life between pacifying the coven, searching for his sister and keeping the OEA in his sights, didn't seem to exist. Day after day, he practiced, he trained and he slept before he'd wake and repeat. Honestly, that cycle was beginning to wear a little thin.

'I already told you -- when I find her, i'll bring her back. How many times do I have to repeat that before you hear me?'

His conversation was cut short however, disgruntled to sense the presence of another as they approached "here's a tip, try less obnoxious footsteps next time if you don't want to be heard."

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blithy flies swarm a swift pull trigger lift me off the ledge, lick the sticky liquor Don't let him in, don't let them call your number Won't you hold my hand as I go under? come a little closer same as the last megalomaniac cut my tongue, better watch your back

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Shrugging, Cassian quipped "didn't fancy you becoming collateral damage to my winning streak." Technically he was off duty and blood didn't have to be spilled this evening, he wouldn't be the one spilling it. "Fuck it" he sighed, holding out the dart towards her "do you play? the prizes suck, but I don't say no to a little competition."

haven blinked at the other when he spoke to her. she looked around and saw that she had in fact walked in front of a game of darts. "oh," she said, blushing in embarrassment. "i'm so sorry," she muttered, walking out of the way. "yeah that would make sense. sorry again."

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i can't forgive you, but I can't look away i have to tell myself it's better, better this way it's killing me keep telling myself that I was the victim you were the one that pulled away i've got a cold heart, this is the sad part i don't think I can change can one of us be saved? i feel like I'm better, better in a grave

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[ jacob elordi | he/him ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome CASSIAN LANCASTOR to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 24 year old WITCH, who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be EXTEMPORANEOUS, but that’s all a façade to cover up their OSTENTATIOUS nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to THERE’S FEAR IN LETTING GO by I PREVAIL, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄: 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: cassian alexander lancastor 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: cass, casper 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 24 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: december 20th 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍: new orleans 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: new orleans 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: oea witch babyyy 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: lawful evil 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: choleric

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂: fresh pressed suits, cool calm and collected until his temper hits, everything has a label, posh boi, annoyingly perfect hair, whiskey breath; but only the good stuff, collector of expensive shit.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: death

Born a witch of New Orleans, Cassian believed that he and his coven carried a legacy and had believed that from a very early age. He was more than happy for his twin to play coven princess as it took the eyes and the pressure off of him, so that he could climb the ranks of the coven discreetly. Cassian adored his sister though, their bond unbreakable – or at least had been in the earlier years of their childhood. When they were young, arguably too young to understand war, the betrayal and death of their mother hit Cassian hard -- although it seemed as though the betrayal affected him more so than her death. Whilst Carissa took to caring for their youngest sibling as they grew, Cassian forced all of his efforts and greed into gaining control over their coven, eager to push their father aside and take over himself. 

The coven began to head down a dark path and he did little but encourage it. Over the years his thirst for power became more intense, dividing the Lancastor twins as like his father, Cassian grew colder. Since Carissa's departure from the coven, Cassian felt an all new sense of betrayal – the same way that he felt betrayed by their mother. Secretly though, he won't see any harm come to his twin; a vow he continues to honor to this day. In the years between, the witch struck up a false deal with the OEA and was one of those responsible for sentencing innocents to the prison world, instead of having killed them.

At first, his intentions had been to get power for the coven. To drain it from those in the prison world, but the closer he began working with the OEA, the less clear his vision became of where he stood within this war. His coven however, cotinine to expect big things from him -- unaware that his loyalty has now wavered. As well as that, the coven still expect for him to bring Carissa back to them.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍'𝐒:

⭒ tbd

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

parents: phillip lancastor ( father ), florence lancastor ( mother ) siblings: carissa lancastor ( twin sister ) younger brother

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Casian didn’t have to pretend with Jackie. She knew that he was a shitty person and probably didn’t care enough to judge him for it, or for the thought to even cross her mind. There was no expectation, they could just get fucked up and then part ways. No small talk necessary. The tips of his fingers felt as though they were tingling and he flexed them into his palm, encouraging for the sensation to spread throughout. Almost as if willing for the chemicals to work faster. A subtle smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, his shoulders shrugging as he teased, “I don’t do anything I don’t want.” Oh– how he wishes that was true. 

Laughter eased from his lips, perhaps a little too freely as she punched his arm, but it was worth it. Grinning now, he nodded “yeah– I know” and he took back the flask as offered, taking a long sip from it. His eyes closed as he sat himself back, resting his head against the booth as he tucked away the flask, before crossing his arms against his chest. Eventually, his eyes reopened and he turned to face Jack, his fingers flexing again as if he could feel the moisture of the blood that stained his hands. All that blood. “It’s just— me. Everybody is always looking for an excuse, you know? Anything to excuse their own fucking shitty behaviour, but what if there isn't an excuse? What if, this is just who we all are?”

She notices a faint smile and mirrors a similar one of her own. Mind's getting high now, empty stomach made it all kick in faster. To top it all off, she'd been feeling weird since she got here. Chatty even. But it wasn't the first time she felt out of control with her own body, her own mind. So she wrote it off. -- There's a gentle nudge on her shoulder and she offers a sarcastic "Ha-ha." as she looks him over. "Thank you. But you really don't...don't have to do that." her words are followed by a light chuckle, she really should just learn to take a compliment.

Jackie takes over a flask and lets the burn pass her throat before she speaks, eye still twitching from a sour flavour. "Nah, we'll call it even." maybe she was in good mood. Maybe she just enjoyed having company. And maybe she simply needed a shared moment with someone, anyone, where she wouldn't be so terrified of judgment. Or pity.

"The usual then?" And she'll kick a fist to his arm. "Man, you're a bully, you know? A six foot fiveee bully. --- Come on' play nice." she returns the flask, leaning back against the booth, wishing she never had to leave. It felt comforting, in a strange way. Maybe the pill had started to kick in. Jack only moves her gaze again to look over his arms, trying to explain something his words could not. But she didn't need an explanation. Because she understood better than she ever really wanted to. "Yeah. Yeah, no I get that." it's practically a whisper and she'll take out a pre-rolled joint, setting it alight. "Why'd you think so? What makes you so...rotten to the core?" there's a slight chuckle, but the question remained serious, and she wondered how rotten a person could get. Or was she really in it alone?

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"So let me get this straight" Cassian quipped, gesturing back and forth with his hand, "I've just listened to you drone on for like thirty minutes, without the conversation reaching any kind of interesting pinnacle and now I have to buy you a drink?" Rolling his eyes, he added for dramatic effect "your sister might rule our coven, but you can buy your own drink Sabe."

"no, it's not as boring as it sounds." she commented, a small smile on her lips. she needed a break away from everything that was going on. "the museum is amazing, there's so much there to look at.." and to avoid the world. "but..anyways, want me to buy you a drink or something?"

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The mocking edge to Aliyah's tone was hardly unexpected, but it coaxed forth an eye roll and his hands dropped as she pushed them. "If it's too much for that empty head to comprehend, it loosely translates into what the fuck are you doing?" he taunted, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Honestly? I don't care either way" he shrugged, peering around her as he made an attempt to look for Matthias, before running his finger against a clothes hanger and making it screech against the rail. "I'm looking for Matt, he's not hiding in your fancy dress, is he? or did you run him down too and just dump the body?"

taking some deep breaths as she continued to laugh, aliyah rolled her eyes at the sound of his voice, she could practically visualize the annoying buzz kill of an expression he had. "what is that supposed to mean?" the huntress asked in a mocking way, taunting him as she steadied, pushing his hands away. she had managed to calm her laughter only for it to bubble it's way up her chest once more, her dark hues found his face for the first time just to find he was making the exact expression she imagined he was making. "i don't know, cassian, do you want to know or are you here to kill the vibe?"

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Unimpressed as he glanced towards the handful of peanuts being shovelled into Carmen's mouth, Cassian had to suppress an eye roll. "That's a hard pass, can't be sure where those hands have been."

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it seemed as if everyone was in a world of their own, people acting odder than usual which was saying something for New Orleans. Legs folded as she sat on the top of one of the picnic bench. A peanut bag placed in hand before she shoved a few in her mouth. seeing someone walk over, a sigh escaped the dragons lips. “i’m not sharing if that’s what you’ve come over for.��

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He couldn’t appear that interested in Skyla because that would have been suspicious in itself but judging from the way that her features lit up at the mention of the baked goods, his plan was setting itself into motion. Tugging his phone from his pocket, he sent a message out to Everleigh letting her know that he’d found a willing participant, before shaking his cell and murmuring a white lie, “i'll let Matt know you're waiting.” Once the door was open and his phone away, he forced an overly enthusiastic smile, motioning for Skyla to come on in “red velvet and roses.” 

There was an awkward moment of hesitation as she watched him turn the key, digits wringing each other before she eventually turns to leave only to stop midway as the male speaks again. A faint smile tugs at her lips, soft chuckle following as she gives a single shake of her head. “Actually I work at the flower shop around the corner,” Skyla admits. “But I do a lot of baking at home so I could probably whip something up for you. Do you know what her favorite flavor of cake is? Or her favorite colors and flowers by chance?”

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"Somehow, I don't believe that" Cassian countered with a smirk, before gesturing with his hand for Nova to lead the way. His eyes glanced down towards the bracelet that she was toying with on her wrist, figuring that it was a gift from somebody important and under Eve's instruction, he was looking for whatever leverage he could find on others.

"Nice bracelet" he mused, planting the seed "i'm looking for something similar for my girl."

Nova knew better to respond to that. Any reaction at this point would falter her data. Instead there was a quiet smirk, as if she had the confidence of Gabi Garcia herself.

Nova watched intently. "I am game for anything." Nova said, a half truth. Obviously she wasn't going to do anything too risky. "Isn't that for myself to judge though?" Nova said twirling her charm bracelet TJ gave her nonchantly.

Who said the pursuit of data was easy anyway?

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'Incendia' Cassian mused as the end of his cigarette lit, before tossing his head back amused by the witches efforts to hold onto as many books as she could. Within that amusement however, he found himself to be feeling somewhat cruel, stepping into Josie's path and with a flick of his wrist he knocked a book top from the pile. That paired with the collision sending the rest clattering to the ground.

As Josie made her apology his brow furrowed, sensing the kind of power that she carried and he could tell that she was no ordinary witch. Oh, he'd heard all about those -- the gemini's. Stupid name for a coven, he thought, but then again, potentia was a little on the nose too.

His eyes glanced over the books, before smirking "I can see that. You should be careful, books like those can get you into trouble."

@exitiumstarters Josie had decided after that gala, that she needed to figure out how the OEA was going to meet their end goal of no supernaturals. So she began using her connections from the school, to learn more about the spells preformed to make the prison world. Knowing that this spell was part of something much bigger. If she could find out what the prison world was made for and why, then maybe she could keep the supernaturals safe.

Grabbing as many books as she could, she made her way to the library counter to check them all out when she bumped into another person. Some books fell near her feet, just barely missing her toes, causing her to let out a heavy sigh. "Sorry about that." It wasn't safe to practice magic out in the open, so as the one book about that exact topic lay face up, her cheeks grew red before quickly picking it up. "I'm just researching some things..."

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Cassian was a ghost and had been since birth; sometimes it felt as though people could stare straight through him, their eyes vacant as though he didn’t exist at all. Or at least, he didn’t exist until a debt needed collecting or work that they didn't want to do needed doing. The first person to see him, to truly see what survived beneath the facade had been Matthias and now, now it was Gabi. Having experienced it himself to be seen, truly seen -- he understood the pull between Matthias and Gabi, even if he couldn't admit that out loud. He knew just how addictive that feeling was and Gabi saw them – faults and all and she didn’t tun from that. If anything, she wanted more after having stolen a glimpse of what lay beneath the surface. 

“It does” he spoke barely above a whisper, but the intention and emotion etched into his tone was clear. His dark eyes watched carefully as she stepped closer – with anybody else, about anything else – Cassian would have pushed and he’d have acted callously, not caring to spare the feelings of those he was supposed to care for. With Gabi his heart ached as it thumped harshly against his ribcage. Each pulse point throbbing as he silently pleaded with her to come closer, as he himself stepped forwards too. His hand reached for her wrist once again, his thumb running against her pulse as he guided her in “I want you.” Want – or need? Was there really a difference anymore.

They couldn’t get enough of each other and that much was all too evident, but whether that was a good or a bad thing was yet to be determined. Pursuing whatever this intense pull was that he had with Gabi, meant putting the relationship with his brother at risk – but letting her walk away? now that was putting himself at risk. 

Cassian’s hand sought placement against the small of her back, pulling her closer as he encouraged for her hips to lean into him. Her fingers danced against his scars, but he wasn’t afraid – he didn’t feel ugly in her presence as he did with others, or like his soul was beaten and bruised beyond repair. She could see him – for better and for worse – and he wouldn’t hide from that. The way that she was looking at him now, peeking through her dark lashes as though he was a work of art, his stomach twisted and he inhaled an unsteady breath, leaning into her. A subconscious hum left his lips as she buried her features into the crook of his neck, his arms tightening around her frame, still willing for her to remain as her lips sought placement against the corner of his mouth and he chased the touch as each word caused for her lips to brush against his skin. The tip of his nose pushed against hers, his eyes half lidded as his heart began to calm and his lips are gentle against hers, “I want you to stay with me. I want you to want hat too.” His digits enclosed against the material of her clothing, leaning further into her embrace, “will you?” 

Gabriella had felt many things in her life, all of which were moments away from consuming her. There was a light that dared not to go out, flickering in her chest because-- what if she were alone with the darkness? There had been so many people, that she watched walk around in it, begging for a spark or an ember. And in doing so, she had taken their match, and struck it on herself, only for them to burn without her. She could be whatever someone else needed. She could be strong, and brave, and funny, and compassionate- if they needed that. She could be harsh, and splintered, but forgiving- if they needed it. But how any times had she been the one that needed? How many times had she sat on her knees and fucking begged for someone to see her? To really see her? How many times had she prayed, to whatever kind of God that would listen? To just hear her. And despite being in a sea of unrelenting people, their God never spoke back to her. She was alone. Until, one day- she found peace in that lonesome. Until one day, she found comfort in friends, and the people that stayed a little longer than the rest. Family became her religion, and they were not all born of blood. She would willingly give others pieces of herself, so that no matter where they went, she had gone too. And after so many years, of cracking the surface of her heart, handing it out and tucking it on their sleeves and shoes, and faces- she finally felt like maybe she didn't have to do everything on her own. And then she met him, and whether she liked it or not, her world seemed to shift on an axis all it's own. It's why she's listening, even with one foot out the door.

It's easier to run, she'd learn that at an early age. But his voice cracks open the surface of her chest, and pries against stubborn pride- until she's faltering in her steps. Her back was still turned towards him, and he can't see the way her gaze shifted up to the ceiling, as if she were looking that God in the face again- please let me keep this. Brows are scrunched, and she can feel the mist of tears catch beneath a pleading gaze he can't see. Don't leave me. How many times had she begged someone to stay? How many times had she bit her tongue to the point of iron and crimson, only to watch them walk away? Cassian stirred something inside her. And it was bigger than this, the feelings she had for him, were eating her alive. She can't breathe when he's this close. She can't think when he's too far. She can't -- she can't leave. She doesn't want to. All she wants is for him to catch her. All she wanted, was for him to ask her to stay.

When she's turning on her feet, to look back at him. The anguish that tilted along his features, was enough to make her weep. The breath that caught in her throat, was now exhaled as she brings her hand up to suffocate any sound it might make. "I want it to mean something." She's finally whispering, and it's just for his ears. "I want-" The words are cut off by the sound of her voice cracking. "I want you to mean something." She'll take a few steps forward, and her cheeks are lightly stained- the color pinking across her nose.

She has to touch him, hand reaching out to gently allow the tips of her fingers to brush along his hand. Just as she did the first night they'd met. She'll linger over the scars, both fresh and old, and look up at him like he was one of the few things that mattered. And maybe, if there were a God out there, he'd let her have this. That every thing she's ever suffered for, was to love and just be loved in return. She doesn't speak, instead, she's unraveling her arms around him. Her frame is tilted unto his, standing on the tips of her toes to encompass him. In that moment, she's burying her face into his neck, and pulling back slowly and to lazily press brims against the corner of his mouth. "Ask me to stay." In the same tone, is whispered against the crevasse of another kiss, eyes fluttering shut.