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you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

It was late, how late, Tay couldn't be sure. With the lack of windows to allow him the priveledge of the moon and its stars, he was sure he'd never be able to tell time again. His pocket watch had long since been lost amid the clothing of his suitcase. He couldn't sleep, a wave of anger washed over him relentlessly, as if it was angry with the way he had ignored the estranged emotion. All day, one person had burrowed under his skin. All day, it was Dragomere who made his vision run black. It was he, that Tay, wanted nothing more then to cause the blonde boy to crash and burn.

A loud knock resonated from the wooden door that seperated Tay from his cousin, Blaire, in the dormitories. His cousins name was elegantly sprawled on a plaque with several others, and with another loud knock, he hoped he hadn't bothered the others who may have been asleep. He only knew one thing, that he needed help.

And who better to seek help from than Blaire? The one who seemed to gryate at the center of everything, and everyone.

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

"It's hell, tha's what it is." Tay made sure to cloud his anger with the short, hushed tones of his British tongue. Tay, probably no larger than a meager lamp, managed a vision of death, thin, course, but fluid, like the serrated edge of a blade. Garbed in nothing more than the black silken pajama pants leisurely wrapped around his waist; Tay stepped through the open doorway hastily, only turning around to ensure that no other soul had wondered too close to their quarters as he closed the door behind him.

"One bloody day, and one foul git ensured our demise for the house cup..." Tay's voice had trailed off, this time, there was no underlying hint of anger in his whispered tone, rather a thoughtful embodiment of empty omniescence. "I know you've got to be planning something." He finally declared his reasons, his stark golden gaze igniting with an illuminated flare of frigid emptiness.

"I want in on it." As if to further prove his point, he dropped a single leaf of parchment he held loosely in his fingers. It was the little note that Blaire had managed to sneak up on the bulletin board. "And nothing like this-

"We're going big."

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

"Well-" Tay began, his gaze had dropped down to the offered gesture to take a seat and silently declined. "Not exactly," the young Slytherin's eyes seemed to darken and his lips had spread into a smile that could cut a man's head off clean. "But when I do, I'll expect your cooperation." No doubt, this was his best way of affirming the fact that he, undoubtedly, would need the help of his masqueraded cousin.

With this, he grew silent. It could be noted that his mind had plummeted into a whir of thoughts, and that this occasion, in all honesty, was the first notion of initiative he ever willingly proposed. Once those golden rims veered upwards, afire with hatred, he casted his gaze over this cousin-in-law of his truly for the first time. "I expect, no doubt, you'll continue on your ever-going quest for loyalties until then?" And as if he knew the answer, he continued on a more leisure tone. "What are you doing up this late, anyway?" He questioned now that the blinding vision of anger had washed away with his words.

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

Dante, against himself mind you, raised a doubtful brow at the quick disregard for his question, and, as if eager to lead him off any trail, was met with thought provoking words. And, probably as planned, Tay fell for the guise as a thoughtful look enchanced his rounded features, fat, from baby pounds yet to have been shed. "See, and this is why I knew to come to you, cousin." It wasn't often that Tay had used the pronoun in such a soft fashion.

He turned his back then, seeking the comfort of the green tinted rays casted down from the watery grave of the lake their common room was surrounded by. When pieces finally started to connect, he turned back around. "And honestly, when are you going to get your hair cut?

"I can't tell you how many times I've had people question me the origins of your gender, it's getting rather tedious, you know," Tay jestered defensivly, a sly smile appeared. His pride had not sat well with seeking help from another, even if they are family.

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

Tay met Blaire's impending silence dead on, his gaze lacked any warmth as he refused to stray the golden tint of his iris away from the disheveled blonde standing before him. As the night deepened, shadows danced in his peripheral vision and it almost seemed to send a chill down his spine, almost.

"I don't think I'll ever quite understand how you've managed..." No words could perfectly depict the facade that Blaire had devised. And so with an exaggurated flail of his ivory hand, Tay hoped his notions were obvious. "-the other side of you." For some reason, he decided to best leave the conversation as it is, finding no other beneficial reasons to linger in the dorm room. Tay turned away from his cousin, away from the murky dusted window and approached the door. No sooner than his hand had fallen on the bronze knob did he turn to the blonde once more. "One day, I do hope to lie as well as you." The words, though seemingly empty, held much more depth than any other statement he had said otherwise. This proved his appreciation, his unstated rememberance for such, and in some way, an apology for the spurt of pride that had lashed out moments ago.