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Post by Darius Arcturo Sharpe on Jun 26, 2020 12:51:09 GMT
 Call my name and save me from the dark
London was tiresome these days. Darius used to enjoy the hustle and bustle of the busy city, the noises, the crowds, the abundance of shops and eateries that he could walk into without judgement. He used to be welcomed in all of the places that he now walked right past. He stuck to the back roads, kept to himself, tried to avoid crossing paths with anyone who gave him funny looks. Not everybody knew who he was, that would be silly, but a few people in magical locations had enough knowledge to know that he was the cursed son of a respectable family, cast out, unwelcome, unwanted. They used to call him friend. Now they locked their doors and refused him service. London was a shit hole. Darius was finished with his business there and ready for somewhere quieter. He was headed to Cornwall, a quiet cottage near the coast waiting for him. It was his only piece of property, currently, and one he couldn't ever see himself giving up. He had been given it by a werewolf who had taken a shine to him. Once the woman had passed away she had left him the cottage in her will. It was his. All his. For the first time in a long time he had a home.
He had to get there, first. On the outskirts of London, away from the buildings and crowds, was a small town surrounded by woodland. A rarity in a capital. It was kept that way for a reason. The trees were thick, the underbrush overgrown and tangled. Rundown buildings were dotted around the town, cracked roofs and boarded up windows. Darius could walk the streets easily here. He took a sharp turn down the side of an old tavern, long closed to customers, and climbed over the stile fitted to an old wooden fence. The old station on the other side was surrounded by trees, hidden from view unless you knew it was there. Ivy climbed the cracked brick walls, and half of he platform had crumbled away over the years. It was deserted, vines reaching across the train tracks, birds chirping in the trees at the presence of a stranger in this abandoned place.
Though, to magical being, it was not so abandoned, but a fully working train station, carting wizarding folk across the country. A cat mewed from the treeline, crossing the old tracks to wind around Darius' legs. He leaned down to give it a scratch behind the ears, eliciting a purr of satisfaction from the ginger feline. It sat at his feet, watching the tracks with him as he stood in silence. "I know you're there," he spoke up, voice echoing. He had sensed someone following him about two miles back. His train would be coming to take him home soon, but he had time to deal with whoever wanted a better look at the White Wolf.
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Post by Dexter Tiberius Sharpe on Jun 30, 2020 5:52:29 GMT
One foot, then the other. Dexter stepped out in front of Darius, looking to be the exact opposite of the man in front of him. Well dressed, suave, handsome. Clean. His brother seemed like nothing but wretch, and was that odd odour coming from Darius? Dexter had heard many things about his brother, he kept an ear close to the ground, listening to rumblings of what his brother was doing but only so much as was possible, Darius was a slick and slippery individual and Darius lost track of him on multiple occasions. It wasn't often that he got whisperings of Darius's exact whereabouts but today's lead turned out to be a fruitful one. Dexter would have to send more work his little fly's way seeing that he was the first one to be able to give an exact location and time for his brother. "Hello, brother." He said coldly, smirking. It was obvious to just about anyone that Dexter was feeling far superior and with great reason, looking upon his brother he felt as though he had won. His brother had every advantage in life just from being born first, but here Dexter was, the superior son of the Sharpe family.
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Post by Darius Arcturo Sharpe on Oct 26, 2020 18:38:30 GMT
Call my name and save me from the dark Stepping out of the shadows was a vision from the past. Like a mirror showing Darius everything that he had once been, Dexter Sharpe looked suave and slick as he smirked at his twin. Darius didn't smirk back. His expression remained curious, if not slightly stony, as he gazed at his brother. It had been a long time since he had come face to face with Dexter, though he had spied on him from time to time from a distance. That was all he could ever do, peek in from the outside at the life he once had. He didn't do it often, only she got frequent visits from him, though she never knew it. Dexter hadn't bothered with him since the accident. Or the incident. People called it different things, but whatever it was referred to, it was only ever a nightmare to Darius. He considered himself an only child these days. A brother that didn't give a second thought to their twin being tossed into a nightmare world was no brother at all. The cat mewed at his ankles, but Darius ignored it. He found it hard to tear his gaze away from his brother, but eventually shame took hold of him, and he looked away. The crisp lines of Dexter's suit, and the shine in his perfect hair were too much. Darius hadn't washed in days, his hair was tangled and his boots muddied. He would remedy all of that once he got home, but for now he was stuck, a shadow of his former self, peering into a mirror to the past. "Shared blood does not make us brothers," Darius said quietly, raising golden eyes to look at Dexter once more. "Why are you following me?" Darius could think of no reason other than to gloat. Perhaps Dex wanted to rub it in that he was living as the sole heir to the Sharpe fortune, to remind Darius of what he had lost. Whatever the reason, it wouldn't be anything positive. _______________________ tag: Dexter Tiberius Sharpe words: 368 notes: <3 outfit: Witchery attire. Brown cloak. Weapons. Stuff. [googlefont="Amita"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Dexter Tiberius Sharpe on Oct 30, 2020 10:53:42 GMT
To passers by it would seem that the two men before them were form two very different worlds. Dexter took pride in his appearance whereas his brother may not have bathed in a week. They were chalk and cheese to look at these days, whereas once upon a time they had been identical. To the eye, at least. Darius had always stood to inherit everything that belonged to their father. He was the one that would get a fortune someday, but Dexter had seen to it that Darius was cut off from the family. Did Dexter pity his brother or feel any remorse for what he had done? Absolutely not. His brother should have been watching his back, Dexter was always keeping an eye on his own. "Agree to disagree." He smiled, mockingly before taking a look around at the surroundings and the ginger cat. "I've been searching for you for quite some time," He said as though inconvenienced, "I wanted to let you know that father's not been well, as of late." Such a tragedy ... "He'd kill me if he knew I was talking to you but I thought you had the right to know." Of course Dexter only wanted Darius to know so that his vagabond brother could dwell on everything it was that he would be missing out on when their father was gone.
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Post by Darius Arcturo Sharpe on Jan 6, 2021 15:26:38 GMT
Call my name and save me from the dark Darius wasn't sure how long "quite some time" was but he didn't care for his brother attempting to find him at all. Ever. "Well, I don't want to be found," he said with a shrug. He meant it. Just because Dexter had managed to track him down didn't mean he was welcome to do it again. He would never get a warm welcome from Darius. He and their parents had turned their backs when Darius needed them the most. That was not something he could forget or forgive. He just couldn't. And news of his father being ill would not make him feel differently. Once upon a time the news would have made him sad, but now he felt nothing. Not sorrow, not worry, not even happiness for the old man getting his comeuppance. He literally felt nothing. "Nice sentiments, but I stopped being his son a long time ago. I hope you didn't think I would care."_______________________ tag: Dexter Tiberius Sharpe words: 191 notes: <3 outfit: Witchery attire. Brown cloak. Weapons. Stuff. [googlefont="Amita"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Dexter Tiberius Sharpe on Jan 6, 2021 15:52:51 GMT
“Well perhaps next time you should hide a little better, then.” He said. It had not been easy to track Darius down but clearly it was not impossible. His brother may have liked to believe that he left no trail, but Dexter had been able to find it, or pay someone to find it, which was basically the same thing in Dexter’s mind. “From what I understand you’re incapable of feeling...” Dexter paused for a moment, "Anything." He looked his brother up and down, "Or bathing it would seem." Dexter had no clue what it was like in Darius' life, but the fact that he chose not to be clean was rather disgusting, still, his appearance would not stop him from doing what he was there to do. He had delivered the news that their father was not well, he would let his brother stew on how much of life he was missing out on due to his nasty affliction. “It’s purely out of courtesy on my end, brother.” He hoped the word stung. They had not been brother’s for quite some time, Dexter had turned his back on Darius, yet he could not resist rubbing the word into Darius’ face.
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Post by Darius Arcturo Sharpe on Jan 17, 2021 15:58:29 GMT
Call my name and save me from the dark "Only when it comes to those who betray me." Darius glared at his brother. He felt things alright, horrible, gut-wrenching things in the night when he was alone and his past crept up on him. But for those that had abandoned him, he would not allow himself to feel. They weren't worth the effort, just like he wasn't worth it to them. The cat at his heel let out a sharp hiss in Dexter's direction and stared intently at the tracks, waiting for the train to come. Perhaps it sensed the engine on its way. Perhaps that was wishful thinking on Darius' part. He couldn't wait to get away from the smug man opposite him. There it was again, the word brother thrown at him. It made Darius' stomach churn, and he looked away. "Hmm." Where was that train? _______________________ tag: Dexter Tiberius Sharpe words: 172 notes: <3 outfit: Witchery attire. Brown cloak. Weapons. Stuff. [googlefont="Amita"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Dexter Tiberius Sharpe on Jan 19, 2021 1:35:20 GMT
Dexter stayed silent but smirked. His enjoyment was written all over his face. He was throughly enjoying the sight of his wayward brother, kicked and beaten repeatedly by life. The gutters were where Darius belonged now. Once upon a time he had been set for gold and influence, but he wasn't careful enough, he wasn't ruthless enough, and now he was nothing but a bum people overlooked, avoided looking at, really. No one wanted to make eye contact with a beast, although that pesky, hissing cat was an exception, but animals were idiots. "Well I'll be taking my leave before I contract anything in this place." He said, straightening his cuffs while looking around at the train station, it was almost quite an achievement for Darius to be filthier than this dump, and yet the beast had somehow achieved it. "Try to take a bath, for Merlin's sake." He said, parting with a little advice for his brother before he disapparated from his spot.
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Post by Darius Arcturo Sharpe on Jan 20, 2021 13:41:29 GMT
Call my name and save me from the dark Good. Dexter couldn't leave soon enough as far as Darius was concerned. He didn't even look as his former twin brother departed with some stuck up last words. Once Dexter was gone, Darius took a proper sniff of himself, scrunching his face up when he realised just how bad it was. "It's a long journey home," he said to the cat, hoping the train was empty when it arrived so that he wouldn't be stared at for the few hours it would take for him to get back home to his bath tub. The cat meowed and swished its tail, then strutted off across the tracks just as a hiss of steam sounded from the trees. With a pop, the steam engine appeared on the old rusty tracks, but didn't stop. Darius grabbed hold of a handle jutting out from one of the doors, and swung himself on to the train as it barrelled through the old station. _______________________ tag: Dexter Tiberius Sharpe words: 191 notes: <3 outfit: Witchery attire. Brown cloak. Weapons. Stuff. [googlefont="Amita"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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