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with their voices soft as thunder

"Ollie, it's brown!" Kit protested, glaring at the sock, which was indeed brown, probably from the coke it had been mopping up. He hoped it was from the coke, anyway. Echo was apologising, and Kit felt bad for making her feel bad, but still, his couch was soaked in sticky lemonade and his floor was being used as a rubbish bin. There was no way either of them were getting away with that without being made to feel shit. "And is that my popcorn?" Kit leaned forward to peer over the back of the couch to the littered floor. Sure enough, his bag of popcorn was now empty and wet. Great. Echo was muttering something to Ollie, and Kit heard her perfectly, though she probably didn't realise it. "I heard that," he growled, narrowing his eyes at her. His head was not going to explode. In fact, he wasn't going to deal with this any longer, they could clean it all up, and he was going to go and relax in the kitchen and make dinner. Dinner for one.



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tag: Oliver Osiris Devereaux and Echo Arista Everwood
words: 224
notes: <3
outfit: Jeans, black t-shirt, boots. I'm so lazy with outfits lately.

with their voices soft as thunder

The thought of Sera moving out into her own place infuriated Kit even more. How was she supposed to cope completely alone with a new baby? That was Dora level kind of stupid, but he didn't say so. She was clearly already annoyed at his reaction, he didn't want to make things worse. His bowl was gleaming when he finally dried it and put it away in the cupboard, turning to face his siblings and finally looking Sera in the eyes. "Whatever you need," he said quietly. "You know we're always here. And I'm here. I just worry about you, Sera. I want you to have a good life. I want you to be happy." Kit ran a hand through his hair as he tried desperately to keep control over his emotions. Maybe talking to his dad would help because it appeared he was having more trouble with all of this than Sera was. His dad would know what to do.



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tag: Seraphina Alala Devereaux and Oliver Osiris Devereaux
words: 202
notes: <3
outfit: Red for rageeeeee! And bare feet.

with their voices soft as thunder

He supposed she was right, she couldn't work at a bar forever, it wasn't good for Pansy. Having a day job at the Ministry was much better for both of them, he just wished it didn't mean what it meant. Kit nodded when she mentioned flirting with men. He certainly wouldn't be jealous, but maybe relieved? "Oh, there are plenty of those. Men. Loads of them." Hopefully enough to distract her from tormenting him daily. Maybe he could even introduce her to a few of them. Kit drummed his fingers on the arms of his chair. "So, today's your first day? What time do you start?" he asked, glancing at the large clock on the far wall. He was actually glad in this moment that he didn't have a private office, because being at a cubicle on the main floor meant that he couldn't be cornered behind closed doors, something he was immensely grateful for today.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
words: 189
notes: <3
outfit: Workin' it.

with their voices soft as thunder

Working on weekends sucked even for Kit. He loved his job, he worked hard, he gave it everything he had and never complained about the hours, or the danger, or the people he had to work with. Okay, so maybe he complained about some of the people, but in general, he was the perfect employee. But spending his entire Saturday busting his arse for the Ministry wasn't his favourite thing to do. At least he had tomorrow off to relax at home and unwind a bit before Monday brought more trials and adventures. It had just started to rain as Kit approached the front door of the beautiful townhouse he shared with his brother, and Kit stuck his key in the door, stepping into the warm, dry hallway with a relieved smile on his face. It felt good to be home.

He shrugged off his jacket and hung it up, kicking off his boots and leaving them by the door. The smell of sweaty feet hit him and he grimaced. He needed a shower. Then the smell of something entirely different hit him, and he grimaced some more. What the-? Following his nose, Kit poked his head into the living room and his jaw nearly hit the floor. The sickly sweet smell, mixed with a salty odour, was stronger than ever, and the reason was clear. Ollie and his girlfriend, Echo, were in the middle of the living room, which was soaked in lemonade and littered with crisp packets and chocolate wrappers. Echo was rubbing her wand and Ollie seemed to be... "Are you rubbing my couch with a wet sock?" Kit demanded, stepping further into the room, his eyes wide in horror at the sight.



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tag: Oliver Osiris Devereaux and Echo Arista Everwood
words: 331
notes: <3
outfit: Jeans, black t-shirt, boots. I'm so lazy with outfits lately.

with their voices soft as thunder

She was doing that thing she did. The thing where she brushed up against him, or flashed more flesh than he wanted to see. Both together this time. Kit was busying himself staring at his fingernails, but his eyes flew up to her face when Dora made the one announcement that Kit would never, ever have expected from her. He blinked. "You're the-?" He pointed his finger downwards, indicating the many floors of the Ministry that spread out below them. "The reception witch here?" As in, downstairs at the front of the building, where he had to pass multiple times a day? In the same building as him? Every day? Kit chewed his lip and forced his mouth into some sort of smile, though he couldn't say it was a very convincing one. He could feel the stress building in his gut already.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
words: 176
notes: <3
outfit: Workin' it.

with their voices soft as thunder

It took Silas a while to get to the point... Wait, no, he didn't get to the point at all. The vampire played with his words in his usual manner, and Kit found himself half smirking at the fact that this centuries old creature found it hard to say exactly what was on his mind. Was it really that ba-? "Hit men?" Kit blurted, smirk vanishing as he poked his head out of the front door and scanned up and down the street, the night air biting into his bare skin. The face that Silas had asked if he could stay with Kit seemed insignificant with the threat of assassins looming, and Kit gave the vampire a quick judging look before stepping back inside, holding the door open a little bit wider. "You'd better come in, then." And if hit men followed him to Kit's home, he would just have to hope that Ollie and Echo stayed away for the night, though honestly, Kit suspected one good blow from Echo with anything resembling a bat would knock out even the meatiest of assassins. Still, he'd rather they stay away. He would have to send a fire message to Ollie to tell him not to come back for a few days.



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tag: Silas Zhang
words: 249
notes: <3
outfit: Navy pj pants. No shirt. Bare feet. Uh oh.

with their voices soft as thunder

Q easily jumped over Kit's staff and swept it out of the way. Kit hesitated, giving him a half second to gain his footing before attacking again. He gave a quick glance left and right, making sure there was no one around to overhear them - not that anybody at the Ministry would be interested in what he was about to say - and brought his staff down to connect with Q's, trying to use sheer force to send the blonde man backwards. Not full half-vampire force, but the blow was strong enough. "I can't stop thinking about Zhang." His words came out in a rush, and he half wished that Q wouldn't understand him, that he'd ask Kit to repeat himself and Kit could make up something completely different as his confession. He could feel his face burning, his whole body reacting badly to the thought that he was admitting... whatever he was admitting. Q was the only person in the world that he could face talking about this with.



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tag: Quentin Jacob Kowalski
words: 204
notes: <3
outfit: Ready to kick ass.