#sasha and trystan

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WIP Wednesday

didn’t know about this, but here’s a little passage from my upcoming original piece This is How We Burn 

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Wet hair stuck to his face by the time he arrived at the restaurant. Nothing fancy. Sasha didn’t even think to take note of what type of place it was before he walked in through the doors. Only that there were St. Patrick’s Day decorations painted on the front windows. But the place was small. Nothing particularly fancy or charming about it. Nothing that really stood out, anyway. People were even there with their kids. Strike one against this being a date.

A couple stood in front of him, waiting for the hostess to seat them. This gave Sasha ample time to try to fix himself up before seeing Trystan. The tie around his wrist -- somehow -- remained there. Sasha peeled wet strips of hair away from his cheeks and secured it all behind his head--all but the few locks that never stay in place. He tried to push the rest behind his ear. Over and over just to have it fall back out again.

About to threaten to cut it all off, Sasha took a handful of it and sighed. He hoped, hair related calamities withstanding, that he still looked all right. Sasha knew he’d never been any Don Juan. No Adonis or even anybody’s wet dream. He wouldn’t go so far as to call himself unattractive. Just plain. Average. A bit rough around the edges. Someone who might catch a stranger’s eye as they passed each other on the street and then be forgotten the second he was gone.  

When the hostess, who assured Sasha that she’d help him the second she returned, took off to seat the couple who’d been waiting before him, Sasha caught a glimpse inside the restaurant. At one of the booths in the back sat Trystan, running his finger around the rim of his water glass and chatting the ear off of one of the waiters.

The waiter held a tray of empty glasses that probably needed to be bought back but Trystan kept right on talking anyway. Whatever the conversation was, it held the waiter’s interest and smile and a spark in his eyes despite the table calling for his attention across the dining hall. Of course, all of that could have just been Trystan himself.

He looked exceptional. Even a little out of place among sweaters and fake Uggs and blue jeans. It could have been that New York was currently underwater. Good thing Sasha ducked in when he had otherwise he’d’ve ended up drenched. But seeing Trystan in this light -- in the swirling blues and hanging grays while the sun hid behind thick, lazy clouds -- made something just magical about him. New colors played throughout tidy locks of shimmering hair. A light flush kissed fair skin though it was hardly warm in here. Even his eyes, which lit up at the simple prospect a fresh cup of coffee on any ordinary day, had a different sparkle. Almost like they’d been hiding something all along. He looked like a fairy prince trying to blend with the commoners and doing a very poor job of it.

He also, and Sasha had difficulties ignoring this, looked like he’d gone out of his way to dress nice for the night. Cozy, yet elegant in that wool turtleneck. Cream-colored. Complimented his complexion. And his eyes. So maybe this was a date. In which case, Sasha had seriously underdressed.

While in the middle of another laugh with the waiter, Trystan happened to glance over and spot Sasha waiting in the lobby. Already smiling, Trystan straightened even more and waved. The waiter, turning to face that way, smiled as if also waiting for him and then pinched between his eyes before possibly giving a farewell to Trystan. He finally went back to the kitchen.   

“Hello, sir,” the hostess greeted when she came back over. “How can I help you?”

Sasha, who hadn’t taken his gaze away from Trystan, said, “I’m meeting someone. I see him, though, thank you.”

She might’ve said to go on in, Sasha couldn’t really be sure mostly because he started doing this on his own already. The closer he got to the table Trystan sat at, the larger that dazzling smile of his grew. Sasha also couldn’t help notice Trystan’s… unusual choice of footwear.

“Hi!” Trystan said when Sasha was almost at the table. “You’ve made it just in time! Someone must be in a very sour mood, wouldn’t you say?”

“Hello,” Sasha said back, envying Trystan’s optimism about everything and all things, even something so casual as greeting someone. “Why would I say that?”

“I should say it’s rather obvious, isn’t it?” He gestured toward the windows, still taking a pretty hard beating from the rain. “Nature certainly wouldn’t make it rain like this out of nowhere. Had to be the work of a cranky weather mod.”

While a person with strong enough a Weather Modification Gift did have the ability to cause such weather, Sasha wasn’t so sure he agreed with Trystan’s point of view. Just because he taught history didn’t mean he lost all knowledge of basic high school science. Some moisture to form clouds and rain. Add some unstable air, relatively warm and could rise rapidly. Finally, toss in some lift that could be found in the form of fronts, sea breezes or mountains. Voila. A thunderstorm. No Gift needed.  

Sasha chuckled. “I don’t know if this is the work of any Gift, but I do believe you might have a curse on you.”

Eyes narrowing, Trystan took a very long sip of his water and then pursed his lips, already wise to the games Sasha played. The wheels in his mind turned and must’ve come up empty-handed. He sighed and dropped his hand on the table.

“Okay, I yield,” he said. “Why do I have a curse on me?”

“Why else would you be wearing bright blue rubber shoes with yellow laces and black bat wings flapping out of them?”

Trystan gasped and kicked his foot out from under the table, nearly tripping a waitress in the process. Stretching his lips and fumbling through several words of an apology -- though it doesn’t appear to be necessary since she batted her eyes and twirled a strand of her hair and smiled at him long enough that Sasha worried Trystan might actually get up and leave with her -- Trystan showed off the, in his words, fabulous work of art.

“And just what is wrong with these?” he asked. “They’re perfect.”

“You’re wearing rain boots.” Sasha chuckled. “That look better fit for a child, I might add.”

“They are galoshes, you uncultured swine,” Trystan teased. “And they give me the power to fly.”

Though Sasha initially intended to remind him that they were, in fact, in America, and the term boots and galoshes tended to be used interchangeably, the second half of that statement had a good chance to settle in. Whatever he wanted to say changed to something else entirely.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbled in a failed attempt not to laugh, “they give you what?”

“The power to fly.”

No hesitation. Straightfaced. Even a nod at the end for good measure. Trystan said this as though he truly meant it.

Levitation, a rare and sought out Gift, had forever been something people tried to duplicate via technology. Whether it happened in real life, as with airplanes, or in science fiction, like hoverboards, people wanted to fly. Sasha, however, did not. He already knew what it meant to crash and burn. He certainly never wanted to find out what it felt like physically.

“And how, pre tell,” Sasha asked, “do they make you fly?”

Trystan rolled his eyes and dramatically fanned his hand out toward the shoes. When Sasha, who still had no idea what he meant, just shrugged, Trystan gave him an exaggerated moan and pointed directly to the wings.

“They have wings, of course.”

“Oh, wings.” He nodded. “That makes perfect sense.”

“You know what, my boots are fan-bloody-tastic, thank you very much.” Trystan pulled his leg back under the table and crossed his arms. “Do not whine to me if you step in a puddle wearing your stinky shoes and your socks get all wet and soggy.”

“Maybe I’ll just go around the puddle.”

“Maybe the puddle is too big to go around.”

“Maybe I’ll find an alternate route altogether.”

“Maybe there’s water covering the entire city.”

“Maybe I’ll take a boat.”

“Maybe the boat springs a leak.”

“Maybe… maybe…” Sasha knew he couldn’t break his own rules. Any more than a few seconds and it didn’t count. “Okay.” He sighed and twisted his lips. “You win.”

Gasping, Trystan threw his hands up in excitement. He shimmied in place on his seat, squeezing his tongue between his smile. And, oh. Oh, Sasha didn’t expect to have such an intense reaction to fake showboating. Warmth blossomed in his belly. Tingled through the rest of his body.

[masonsbfgaming]

i miss my unlicensed/licensed detective duo so bad. halloween party at the drunk tank

[caughtdusk]

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄.

FULL NAME: TIKHOMIROV, aleksandr sasha dmitriyevich

KNOWN SOBRIQUETS AND/OR PSEUDONYMS: sasha

REGISTERED BLOOD STATUS: MUGGLEBORN.

KNOWN LANGUAGES: IN ORDER OF FLUENCY. russian, english

BIRTHPLACE: STALINGRAD, soviet russia

GENDER, PRONOUNS: CIS MAN, he/him

FAMILY: TIKHOMIROVA, nadezhda née golubova. TIKHOMIROV, dmitriy

MARITAL STATUS: single

SPOUSE, IF APPLICABLE: n/a

OFFSPRING, IF APPLICABLE: n/a

ORIENTATION: bisexual, biromantic

DATE OF BIRTH & AGE: december 03rd, 1926 & 24

WESTERN ZODIAC: SAGITTARIUS. straightforward/intellectual/philosophical/large-hearted/careless/tactless/impatient/inconsistent/over-confident

PROFILE:

EYE COLOR: hazel-green

HAIR COLOR: dark brown

BUILD & HEIGHT:  strong square jaw offset by softened dimples ; broad shouldered and muscled, & 6′3″

IDENTIFYING MARKS & SCARS: dimples on his cheeks, several silvery long-healed but still visible and notable scars climbing up his body, did we mention the dimples?

SCHOOLING: KOLDOVSTORETZ.

HOUSE, IF APPLICABLE: ––

N.E.W.T.S EQUIVALENT: dark arts –– o, defense against the dark arts –– o, charms –– o, ancient runes –– o, history of magic –– o

OCCUPATION: AUROR, specializing in the tracking and capture of dark wizards and dark creatures for the rossiyskoye ministerstvo magii

  MINISTRY FIELD, IF APPLICABLE:  otdel magicheskogo pravoporyadka

REGISTERED WAND: 12.03″, pine with a dragon heartstring core. rigid. the straight-grained pine wand always chooses an independent, individual master who may be perceived as a loner, intriguing and perhaps mysterious. pine wands enjoy being used creatively, and unlike some others, will adapt unprotestingly to new methods and spells. the pine wand is one of those that is most sensitive to non-verbal magic.

AMORTENTIA: dark chocolate, a blown out candle, the first snow of the season, a cup of steaming hot black tea with a spoonful of cherry preserves mixed in

BOGGART: DEMENTOR. sasha had spent the better part of his life training toward and then carrying out the career he landed himself in at just shy of eighteen. tracking down darkness around all four corners of the world had rid him of many nightmarish fears due to having to face them again and again, leaving him with just one- the idea that there was something left that he hadn’t encountered yet, that could or should be feared. although he’s certainly not afraid of dementors themselves this fear materializes in the form of a dementor, symbolizing fear of fear itself.

PATRONUS: NON CORPOREAL. no recorded successful castings.

KNOWN AFFILIATIONS: PIQUERY, henry. FORTESCUE, florean. BLUDD, trystan.

CURRENT MAILING ADDRESS: 44𝄢W2, DIAGON ALLEY. apt. 2

LAST SEEN LOCATION: MINISTRY OF MAGIC, london. first flood.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: to be held in london in conjunction with PIQUERY, HENRY until further instruction. under no circumstances is TIKHOMIROV to leave the country until otherwise noted. 

SECURITY STATUS: UNDER MINISTRY CUSTODY UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.

[agirlinhell]

clementine is a bisexual disaster don’t @ me

boys. boys. boys:

louis

aasim ( most verses she thinks of him as a good friend ; almost like a brother ; still think he cute nerd af )

marlon ( she lowkey was all wiggly in the knees for him pre-1x1 ending don’t expose her like this )

mitch ( for the love of all that’s good and holy dON’T EXPOSE HER LIKE THIS )

omar ( he a cutie patootie who can cook!! )

alex ( @zombeam )

gabriel garcia

carl grimes

james ( thought he was cute before she knew he was homosexual ; still finds him cute none-romantically )

robb stark ( asoiaf / got )

jon snow ( asoiaf / got )

willas tyrell ( asoiaf / got )

trystane martell ( asoiaf / got )

viserys targaryen ( asoiaf / got )

podrick payne ( asoiaf / got )

koryn goldhands ( asoiaf / got ; @foreignaccent​ ; i don’t make the rules don’t expose her )

naruto uzumaki ( naruto )

neji hyuga ( naruto )

kiba inuzuka ( naruto )

eren jaeger ( shingeki no kyojin )

girls. girls. girls:

violet

sophie

minerva ( she thought she was beautiful before she went sicko mode )

ruby

brody

ellie ( the last of us )

margaery tyrell ( asoiaf / got )

sansa stark ( asoiaf / got )

arya stark ( asoiaf / got )

daenerys targaryen ( asoiaf / got )

meera reed ( asoiaf / got )

claire novak ( supernatural ; @pyrrhaeic )

sakura haruno ( naruto )

tenten ( naruto )

ino yamanaka ( naruto )

hinata hyuga ( naruto )

annie leonhart ( shingeki no kyojin ; don’t expose her like this )

mikasa ackerman ( shingeki no kyojin )

historia ( shingeki no kyojin )

sasha braus ( shingeko no kyojin )

[burialsocietyrpg]

𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 —

TRYSTAN “BLODWYN” BLUDD • GENDER & PRONOUNS UTP •  28 • VAMPIRE • NEUTRAL • SINGER • RAVENCLAW ALUM

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 —

trystan grew up with his head in the clouds, constantly thinking of stardom and fame. from the moment he’d discovered he was able to carry a tune all he wanted to do was sing - much to the consternation of his friends, family, and hogwarts professors. wherever he went, music was sure to fill up the space around him, whether through his own humming, singing, or the phonographs he’d started charming at age thirteen to burst into thin air and start playing his favorite record just before he entered any room. it was more or less all he cared about. his one-track mind often got him into trouble, resulting in detention from professors disappointed in terrible excuses for homework and relationships fizzling out once the other party realized that they weren’t as high on his list of priorities as they thought they’d be. the only other person who’d ever payed his aspirations any mind or ever believed in him was his best friend, francisca. his teenage years were tough, but he knew that no matter how many classes he failed, no matter how many bridges he burned, no matter how many times his parents begged him to set his feet on the ground and manage his expectations, it would all be worth it in the end, because he was going to be a star. he was sure of it. he graduated hogwarts with next to no prospects, but it didn't bother him, because he'd managed to snag a job busing tables at the leaky cauldron and he'd wheedled the night manager to let him perform a few of his original songs on weekend nights. he wasn't half bad, either, only heckled by the most miserly and grumpy patrons. he made twelve sickles an hour and his mother couldn't speak to him without going into histrionics, but it didn't matter because trystan knew that any day now, he was bound to get discovered. every morning for ten years he woke up, pushed away any doubts or fears toward a quiet box in the back of his mind, and forced himself to smile, because today was going to be 'the day'. and then he died. there are those who say ‘enjoy your life while it lasts, you only get one go at it’ – trystan bludd would beg to disagree. in fact, he’s been quoted in various interviews to say that dying was the best thing that ever could have happened to him. his story’s been plastered all over the tabloids and gossip rags for thirteen months running now, documenting every aspect of the tragic attack that took his life and gave him a smash-hit career in exchange. once a bar-room bard, now an immortal star, the self-dubbed ‘vampire of the valley’ has released a total of three hit singles and an album under the stage name "blodwyn bludd", and has started to gain quite a cult following from his work. in recent weeks he's taken some time off touring to work on his next album, controversially rumored to be based on the recent pureblood disappearances.

𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎��𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 —

FRANCISCA OGDEN — relies on — to be expanded upon by the player.

SASHA TIKHOMOROV — terrified of — to be expanded upon by the player.

BEAUREGARD BONES — unspoken understanding — to be expanded upon by the player.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐑, '𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 —

FACECLAIM: robert sheehan ADDITIONAL NOTES: n/a. FORTUNATELY, trystan bludd is OPEN.

[lavibchq]

–––––  lavibchq’s chequeo de actividad !

los siguientes personajes han estado inactivos por 7 días o más; UNFOLLOW ! –– si quieren regresar, solo nos envían un ask/im y con mucho gusto lo hablamos !

WILLIAM HILTON ( fc: richard madden )

ALICE GREEN ( fc: eva de dominici )

SASHA MACRON ( fc: sophie turner )

STANLEY KINGSTON ( fc: tom holland )

DANIEL VICKERS ( fc: michael fassbender )

NESSAROSE BERRY ( fc: sabrina carpenter )

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ANDRÉ Y. BOWEN ( fc: jordan fisher )

NATALIA MENDOZA ( fc: becky g )

ANYA KORIKOVA ( fc: diana silvers )

los siguientes personajes se encuentran en HIATUS/SEMI-HIATUS !

AMY, HATTIE, MATT, JAMES ( semi-hiatus )

TRYSTAN & ANNELISE ( semi-hiatus )

GABRIELLE ( hiatus )

FAYE ( semi-hiatus )

los siguientes personajes han estado inactivos por 5 días o más y pedimos ponerse en contacto con el main en los próximos 3 días en caso de necesitar un hiatus/semi-hiatus; por ahora están en RIESGO DE UNFOLLOW ! –– publicar una sola respuesta & musings NO cuenta como actividad !

n/a

conteo de personajes !

femeninos: ( 27 )

masculinos: ( 32 )

no binarios: ( 00 )

total: ( 59 )

––– ⁖ holitas ! ––––– 

pues, aquí el chequeo de esta semana. gracias por tanto cariño y tanto compromiso !

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[crypticconjuring]

Not Sure What Face to Choose?

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[masonsbfgaming]

‘Cause he’s my best friend, he’s my pal. He’s my home-boy, my rotten soldier. He’s my sweet cheese, my good-time boyeh.

[masonsbfgaming]

crimed of pashon whateva

[thebestpersonherelovesbucky]

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you, @luninosity , are one of the BEST.  You give me so much, allow me to reciprocate? A bit of Sasha and Trystan perhaps? 

A couple stood in front of him, waiting for the hostess to seat them. This gave Sasha ample time to try to fix himself up before seeing Trystan. The tie around his wrist--somehow--remained there. Sasha peeled wet strips of hair away from his cheeks and secured it all behind his head--all but the few locks that never stay in place. He tried to push the rest behind his ear. Over and over just to have it fall back out again.

About to threaten to cut it all off, Sasha took a handful of it and sighed. He hoped, hair related calamities withstanding, that he still looked all right. Sasha knew he’d never been any Don Juan. No Adonis or even anybody’s wet dream. He wouldn’t go so far as to call himself unattractive. Just plain. Average. A bit rough around the edges. Someone who might catch a stranger’s eye as they passed each other on the street and then be forgotten the second he was gone. 

When the hostess, who assured Sasha that she’d help him the second she returned, took off to seat the couple who’s been waiting before him, Sasha caught a glimpse inside the restaurant. At one of the booths in the back sat Trystan, running his finger around the rim of his water glass and chatting the ear off of one of the waiters.

The waiter held a tray of empty glasses that probably needed to be bought back but Trystan kept right on talking anyway. Whatever the conversation was, it held the waiter’s interest and smile and a spark in his eyes despite the table calling for his attention across the dining hall. Of course, all of that could have just been Trystan himself.

He looked exceptional. Even a little out of place among sweaters and fake Uggs and blue jeans. It could have been that New York was currently underwater. Good thing Sasha ducked in when he had otherwise he’d’ve ended up drenched. But seeing Trystan in this light--on the swirling blues and hanging grays while the sun hid behind thick, lazy clouds--made something just magical about him. New colors played throughout tidy locks of shimmering hair. A light flush kissed fair skin though it was hardly warm in here. Even his eyes, which lit up at the simple prospect a fresh cup of coffee on any ordinary day, had a different sparkle. Almost like they’d been hiding something all along. He looked like a fairy prince trying to blend with the commoners and doing a very poor job of it.

He also, and Sasha had difficulties ignoring this, looked like he’d gone out of his way to dress nice for the night. Cozy, yet elegant in that wool turtleneck. Cream-colored. Complimented his complexion. And his eyes. So maybe this was a date. In which case, Sasha had seriously underdressed.

While in the middle of another laugh with the waiter, Trystan happened to glance over and spot Sasha waiting in the lobby. Already smiling, Trystan straightened even more and waved. The waiter, turning to face that way, smiled as if also waiting for him and then pinched between his eyes before possibly giving a farewell to Trystan. He finally went back to the kitchen.   

“Hello, sir,” the hostess greeted when she came back over. “How can I help you?”

Sasha, who hadn’t taken his gaze away from Trystan, said, “I’m meeting someone. I see him, though, thank you.”

She might’ve said to go on in, Sasha couldn’t really be sure mostly because he started doing this on his own already. The closer he got to the table Trystan sat at, the larger that dazzling smile of his grew. Sasha also couldn’t help notice Trystan’s… unusual choice of footwear.

“Hi!” Trystan said when Sasha was almost at the table. “You’ve made it just in time! Someone must be in a very sour mood, wouldn’t you say?”

“Hello,” Sasha said back, envying Trystan’s optimism about everything and all things, even something so casual as greeting someone. “Why would I say that?”

“I should say it’s rather obvious, isn’t it?” He gestured toward the windows, still taking a pretty hard beating from the rain. “Nature certainly wouldn’t make it rain like this out of nowhere. Had to be the work of a cranky weather mod.”

While a person with strong enough a Weather Modification Gift did have the ability to cause such weather, Sasha wasn’t so sure he agreed with Trystan’s point of view. Just because he taught history didn’t mean he lost all knowledge of basic high school science. Some moisture to form the clouds and rain. Add some unstable air, relatively warm and could rise rapidly. Finally, toss in some lift that could be found in the form fronts, sea breezes or mountains. Voila. A thunderstorm. No Gift needed.  

Sasha chuckled. “I don’t know if this is the work of any Gift, but I do believe you might have a curse on you.”

Eyes narrowing, Trystan took a very long sip of his water and then pursed his lips, already wise to the games Sasha played. The wheels in his mind turned and must’ve come up empty-handed. He sighed and dropped his hand on the table.

“Okay, I yield,” he said. “Why do I have a curse on me?”

“Why else would you be wearing bright blue rubber shoes with yellow laces and black bat wings flapping out of them?”

Trystan gasped and kicked his foot out from under the table, nearly tripping a waitress in the process. Stretching his lips and fumbling through several words of an apology--though it doesn’t appear to be necessary since she batted her eyes and twirled a strand of her hair and smiled at him long enough that Sasha worried Trystan might actually get up and leave with her--Trystan showed off the, in his words, fabulous work of art.

“And just what is wrong with these?” he asked. “They’re perfect.”

“You’re wearing rain boots.” Sasha chuckled. “That look better fit for a child, I might add.”

“They are galoshes, you uncultured swine,” Trystan teased. “And they give me the power to fly.”

Though Sasha initially intended to remind him that they were in fact in America, and the term boots and galoshes tended to be used interchangeably, the second half of that statement had a good chance to settle in. Whatever he wanted to say changed to something else entirely.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbled in a failed attempt not to laugh, “they give you what?”

“The power to fly.”

No hesitation. Straightfaced. Even a nod at the end for good measure. Trystan said this as though he truly meant it.

Levitation, a rare and sought out Gift, had forever been something people tried to duplicate via technology. Whether it happened in real life, as with airplanes, or in science fiction, like hoverboards, people wanted to fly. Sasha, however, did not. He already knew what it meant to crash and burn. He certainly never wanted to find out what it felt like physically.

“And how, pre tell,” Sasha asked, “do they make you fly?”

Trystan rolled his eyes and dramatically fanned his hand out toward the shoes. When Sasha, who still had no idea what he meant, just shrugged, Trystan gave him an exaggerated moan and pointed directly to the wings.

“They have wings, of course.”

“Oh, wings.” He nodded. “That makes perfect sense.”

“You know what, my boots are fan-bloody-tastic, thank you very much.” Trystan pulled his leg back under the table and crossed his arms. “Do not whine to me if you step in a puddle wearing your stinky shoes and your socks get all wet and soggy.”

“Maybe I’ll just go around the puddle.”

“Maybe the puddle is too big to go around.”

“Maybe I’ll find an alternate route altogether.”

“Maybe there’s water covering the entire city.”

“Maybe I’ll take a boat.”

“Maybe the boat springs a lake.”

“Maybe… maybe…” Sasha knew he couldn’t break his own rules. Any more than a few seconds and it didn’t count. “Okay.” He sighed and twisted his lips. “You win.”

Gasping, Trystan threw his hands up in excitement. He shimmied in place on his seat, squeezing his tongue between his smile. And, oh. Oh, Sasha didn’t expect to have such an intense reaction to fake showboating. Warmth blossomed in his belly. Tingled through the rest of his body.

[burialsocietyrpg]

 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 —

SASHA TIKHOMIROV • CIS MAN & HE/HIM •  24  • MUGGLEBORN • NEUTRAL • AUROR • KOLDOVSTORETZ ALUM

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 —

there are many things that are true about sasha tikhomirov’s childhood. until he was eleven, his entire life was dedicated to soviet russia. food was hard to come by, his parents were both working in factories, and when he was eleven a strange woman with a kind smile appeared at their doorstep to tell his parents that he was a special boy and selected to do his duty for russia. as they were leaving, two men with thick coats with strange symbols on their arms entered the home. sasha never went back to his parents’ home after that. every month, on the first, he and other muggleborn children at koldovstoretz would receive letters from their parents, congratulating them on their accomplishments and work. he got his last letter on his seventeenth birthday and he’s not heard from them since. his school, koldovstoretz was created with one purpose in mind: giving russian their own wizarding school. unlike graduates of durmstrang, who can come from one of any number of countries, russia has limited their school to russian-born and children of russian citizens. their school is shrouded in mystery because of it — most who graduated from there typically go to work for the russian ministry or around the country — but there’s one division that tends to lend their support to other ministries as needed: the aurors. living up to their name as dark wizard catchers, the russian auror department has a high success rate with little oversight on the methods used. they have liberal use of their obliviators, too, and usually an auror is skilled enough with mental charms that they don’t have to have someone in the field with them. it was his liberal use of obliviation, unfortunately on american soil, that had sasha in a bit of hot water. while on a mission in new york, sasha did a number of things: illegally declared that he was in the country for “vacation” and not “attempting to catch a dark wizard who had escaped russian custody when the anti apparition wards that i set didn’t include anti portkey wards too”, performing large scale magic to prevent a building from collapsing and crushing muggles in front of a group of muggles, threatening to kill the american president’s son, henry picquery, for causing the explosion in the first place, and obliviating muggles without filing it with the office of muggle affairs. it’d be fair to say that some of his crimes were worse than others. regardless, exiled from the united states and on probation with his own office — a compromise to prevent sasha from being fired from his job entirely — he is on desk duty with the british aurors to watch over the person who got him exiled in the first place: henry picquery. it’s been a long few weeks at henry’s side and it’s hard to deny that all sasha wants is to go home, to his own country and resume the work that he loved ( especially because it had significantly less paperwork involved ). 

𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 —

HENRY PICQUERY — annoyance — it was, in his opinion, a cruel an unusual punishment to be exiled to britain with mr. piquery after their unfortunate display, and far crueler still that sasha had been relegated to pushing paperwork and keeping henry out of trouble. ‘you are the bane of my existence’, is his daily greeting through gritted teeth and a polite smile. he, who had earned his aurors badge in blood and blasted curses, now a babysitter? it was humiliating. at first he’d thought it a mere matter of days before the whole mess was sorted out. then, after a single week of his new duties, he’d spent the better part of an evening with his head shoved in a fireplace, begging his superiors to take him back, take his left hand as punishment instead, to let him come home at any cost–– to no avail. it seemed their current situation was to remain so until the russian ministry needed sasha elsewhere. until then, for better or for worse, he was tethered to that walking disaster.

TRYSTAN BLUDD — former enemy — as a russian auror, sasha had never before known many restrictions on his conduct in the field. more often than not he was served with a simple mission to track down a subject and retrieve them for the ministry. sometimes, the ministry did not require the subject to be retrieved, which unofficially meant that there was a threat that needed to be neutralized. it was during one such mission that sasha encountered the singer, and failed to distinguish ‘the vampire of the valley’ from an entirely different vampire he’d been tasked to hunt down and introduce to a stake. by a stroke of luck the two had been interrupted just before sasha could strike true and deep into trystan’s unbeating heart, but the struggle and tussle leading up to that compromised position had made the other an enemy out of sasha, with or without diplomatic immunity.

FLOREAN FORTESCUE — wary of — though he’d been in wizarding london for a fair few weeks, sasha hadn’t been able to get comfortable. there was always something to be observed, something itching at his mind like a pebble in his boot, and one such instance was that of florean and his shop. having been trained in the art of observation, it hadn’t taken long for the auror to profile the majority of fortescue’s customers, and took far less time to clock the coins passed over the counter amid whispered exchanges and darting glances. while he didn’t yet know for sure what to make of the whole affair, it set him on edge and filled him with a sense of curious anticipation even a cone of ���double, double, toil and bubblegum’ ice cream couldn’t abate.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐑, '𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 —

FACECLAIM: wolfgang novogratz. ADDITIONAL NOTES: n/a. UNFORTUNATELY, sasha tikhomirov is TAKEN.