#oc: caius wellington

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The Severin Conspiracy || Scene Snippet

Alllllright, I know I've been gone for uh.. quite a while but life kinda happened and I haven't really been writing haha As an excuse, have a small snippet of Cai finally realizing that snogging your enemies isn't a thing people just do when they're drunk. And if anyone's still interested in being on any of my tag lists, lmk OBVIOUSLY, SPOILERS AHEAD

Blaine was crouched down on the ground, the big dog nearly smothering him as he scratched at its ears. Blaine was smiling. Genuinely, honest to god, smiling.

He hadn't noticed me yet. I was standing in the doorway, frozen, glued to the floor. Memories flooded my head, of all the times Blaine had been alone in a room until I had walked in. Memories of Blaine looking down at a book, the slightest of smiles playing at his lips. Memories of Blaine leaning against a wall, seeming truly relaxed for once. Memories of Blaine staring out of a window at the night sky, the light of the stars reflecting in his gray eyes. I hadn't fully registered it until now, but there had always been this one second in which Blaine hadn't noticed my presence yet, in which he had seemed more like Blaine somehow, the real Blaine. Until he'd realized that I had entered and the mask had slipped back onto his face.

And it hit me then. It had never really been Blaine I had hated – in the first couple of days, maybe, but in the most recent years? I didn't hate Blaine. I hated the mask. I hated that he felt the need to keep up that facade around me. I hated the fact that I couldn't be someone he was comfortable with. I hated the fact that I would never get to see more of that other Blaine. I wanted to get to know that other Blaine, the one that only seemed to exist when he was alone. I liked that Blaine. I wanted him to trust me enough to let me see more of that Blaine. And yet he felt the need to keep up that stupid mask whenever I was around, had slipped it on the moment we had first met and never taken it off since.

I must have shifted my weight subconsciously, because the floorboards made a creaking sound and Blaine abruptly straightened up and turned around to face me. And there it was again. That goddamn mask.

He raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Wellington?”

I didn't know why I had entered the room anymore. My mind had gone completely blank. I wanted to tell him that it was nothing, that it wasn't important. But what came out of my mouth instead was: “Why?”

Blaine scoffed. “I'm afraid you're going to have to be a little more specific, Wellington.”

“Why do you hate me so much?”

He looked genuinely taken aback for a moment before the mask slipped back into place. I didn't know why I had asked that. I hadn't given my mouth permission to say those words.

Blaine opened his mouth to respond, but I didn't actually want to hear his answer. I wanted to leave, needed to think, to process the truly terrifying realization I had just come to and then never think about the whole thing ever again. So that's what I did. Instead of waiting to hear whatever Blaine had to say, I whirled around and left the room as fast as I could without seeming like I was running away.

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The Severin Conspiracy || Character Introduction || Caius Wellington

[kay-us], [kay]

Maybe this was a very, very bad decision. But at this point I had become an expert at bad decisions. I knew this was going to catch up to me at some point, but everything was more exciting than staying in the ballroom and pretending to be interested in the carefully crafted conversations of the high society. Just one slip-up and you would be declared as scandalous and a shame to your family and then the nobles would not stop talking about whatever it was you had said or done for ages. And I rather enjoyed being scandalous in peace.

AGE: 19

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:

As the son of a Royal Advisor and a Royal Archivist, Caius has spent most of his life in noble circles. And he’s tired of it. Noble people events just aren’t his thing. Standing around for hours, making conversation and pretending not to die of boredom? No thanks. Still, he has to be present at all of those noble people events so why not use them as an excuse to drink lots of expensive champagne? Yeah, he’s made some of his worst decisions at noble people events.

Besides noble people events, there is one more thing Caius hates with a burning passion. Or rather, one more someone: Blaine Velmont. The fiancé of Cai’s sister. Now, there aren’t a lot of things Cai wouldn’t do for Avy. So he certainly isn’t very happy to see his sister be forced into a marriage with Blaine Velmont, especially when she doesn’t even like him (and maybe Caius doesn’t hate Blaine as much as he’s trying to convince not only everyone else but also himself he does, but that’s not a conversation he’s willing to have yet).

When he’s not busy being dragged to events he doesn’t want to be at, Caius can usually be found in one of the local pubs - the nobles keep insisting it’s a sign that he’s secretly a huge troublemaker (and maybe they’re right), but really, the Becker siblings are just good company and the local pubs are where those three can usually be found. Caius swears he’s just tagging along.

Despite all of his bad decision making, Cai isn’t as much of a fool as he seems. He did receive all of the lessons that came with being the son of a noble family, after all - he just chooses not to act like it.

Besides, all of the bad life choices have left him with a talent for getting himself out of tricky situations. Now he’ll just have to hope that he can find a way out of this particular tricky situation.

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🖊 + Caius + Blaine

CAIUS:

Because of his sister’s dream of opening a tea shop, Caius has developed a love for tea... but only with a shit ton of sugar - Avy thinks he’s a heathen.

BLAINE:

Blaine has a dog! His name is Maxwell (or Max for short) and he’s a landseer newfoundland with a giant heart and a lot of love for his owner. Blaine adopted Max when he was 15 and found puppy Max sleeping in a carton near a bakery. He raised Max mostly by himself and sees him as family. Blaine’s icy exterior tends to crack whenever Max is around.

(hhhh yes I just used this as an excuse to talk about Blaine’s dog bc I spent way too much time researching to figure out what kind of dog to give him lmao)