Lorcan d’Eath

“I mean, that’s grounds for ending a friendship, as far as I’m concerned,” Ned agrees with a lazy shrug and a grin to match. “If I thought my friend was shagging everyone except me, I’d be pretty fucking offended.”

“You’re Emma’s mate, aren’t you? The singer?” The question is only a formality, of course - Ned has queued up Vanity on every jukebox he’s come across while in Emma’s company since the day the song was released.

“Unless Emma’s got some other singer stashed somewhere-- and I wouldn’t put that past her-- that’s me.” Lorcan would normally take offense to being called so-and-so’s friend instead of internationally famous rockstar Lorcan d’Eath, but at least being Emma’s friend implied a certain level of fun. “And you’re.. something about Quidditch. Play it? Write about it?”

“Hey, you don’t have to tell me,” Ned replies with a chuckle. “It’s other people making shit unnecessarily complicated. Being mates that fuck sometimes is probably the ideal arrangement.”

“Exactly!” Lorcan grinned, glad someone finally understood. “It wouldn’t even be fair if you were hooking up with everyone else and didn’t fuck your bro-- that’s, like, discrimination.”

“I don’t know this word, ‘bromance’?” Dajo said, trying to translate it in his brain and coming up short. It clearly had something to do with sex, he just wasn’t sure what taking care of a bro had to do with it all.

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“Like a romance, but with your bro.” Lorcan raised an eyebrow, wondering who on earth hadn’t heard of bromance. “More important than romance romance, for sure.”

“I mean, just because you fucked doesn’t mean it’s not a bromance. That’s just taking care of your bro.”

                    ❝      a   threat   ?      is   that   a   promise   too   then   ?      i   think   i’d   rather   like   being   this   fucking   hot   forever      ❞         but   even   as   she   said   the   words   the   thought   soured   in   her   mouth   .      young   ,      dumb   and   beautiful   .      that’s   what   she   kept   calling   herself   ,      and   day   by   day   the   likelihood   of   her   ever   becoming   more   than   that   felt   all   the   more   distant   .         ❝      i   think   a   stalker   would   be   quite   flattering   ,      don’t   you   ?      and   if   they   bring   by   shit   like   that   ?      they’re   all   the   more   welcome      ❞

“Threat, promise-- same difference, isn’t it?” Lorcan tapped his fingers on the table, trying to lure over Neamhain. “If it weren’t for quidditch, I’d say to do it. But it’d suck trying to do all those practices in the sun, yeah?” He found himself wondering if Emma had ever actually met a full vampire-- there was no way for him to explain the change from living to dead, when he’d spent his entire life in the middle ground. “Suppose it’d actually be hard to tell the difference between a stalker and the press half the time, and I’ve never gotten anything fun from a reporter. You’re definitely onto something there.”

      ❛    𝑖𝑡  𝑐𝑎𝑛  ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛       to  almost  anything ,   ❜     sirius  waves  him  off ,     shrugging  .      ❛     that’s   also   a  fair  point ,   ❜      he  echoes  lorcan ,   smile   quirking   up .      ❛     do  you  title  off   most   alliances  you  make ?    i  think  your   band   would  deserve  the   biggest   ridicule .   i  think  my  father  still  has  a   bone   to  pick  with  me  over  how  i’d  lose  it  over   seeing   something  needs  to  be  played   pianissimo .   ❜

“No, but my accountant probably wishes I did. He’s still mad about Emma talking in the background of some recordings for the new album.” Lorcan rolled his eyes, the thought of the finances behind his life making him almost want to run back to West Virginia. “Pianissimo’s for cowards and rich fucks, of course he’d take issue.”

                          ❝      what’s   the   difference   ?      like   really   lor   ,   is   there   a   difference   ?         i   got   something   i   wanted   and   it’s   not   like   i   died   ❞

“You’re not allowed to die-- and that’s a threat, I will bring you back.” Didn’t quite work that way, but Lorcan would make it work that way if he had to. “Suppose it’s not too bad, considering it already happened? That’s just, y’know, how you get stalkers. And I’d rather die than have to start having a guest list for parties.”

“every time you open your mouth I like you more and more. it’s like you’re living in my brain, lorc. you want another drink?”

“Gimme.” Lorcan laughed, glad to have stumbled into the right kind of dive bar. “You haven’t heard me talking to the actual Brits, though. They’ve never heard of West Virginia, so I get to tell them my house was infested with mothmen growing up. And they believe it.”

       ❛    𝑠𝑒𝑒  ?   𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠  𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒       i  think  you  went   wrong .    i  woulv’e  aimed  for  creating  a  fog  cocktail ,    or  getting  it  to   transfigure   once   off   the  machine .   ❜       sirius  ponders  his  thoughts  with  the  slight  dramatic   rubbing   of  his  chin ,   laughing  then  at  the   comment   of  lorcan’s  career  of  choice  .      ❛     that’s  definitely   not   a  waste ,   for  what  it’s  worth .   although  i   am   sure  ogden  would   love   being  called  a   tequila  scientist .   ❜

“Where I went wrong was not knowing the whole damn thing was going to catch on fire, but that’s a fair point.” Lorcan laughed, making a mental note to maybe try that if Emma let him bring in another fog machine. “Yeah, concerts and firewhiskey sales go hand in hand-- I’ve probably driven enough Ogdens’ sales to call him any job title I want.”

OPEN

location: howlor hall cissa’s pre-birthday party @beforedawnstarters​

        “oh hey! i was hoping i’d find you eventually - there’s just.. a few more people around than i was expecting, definitely got lost in the crowds a few times.” 

“Americans got to stick together, for sure. If I get a few more drinks in, I’m not sure anyone else is gonna understand me.”

@beforedawnstarters​

where: howlor hall. 

​“i lost my only friend here, fuck.” she says under her breath, clutching onto the gift of whisky that she had brought like it was a safety blanket. “oh fuck it.” she sighs, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig. instant regret. she shakes her head a bit before finding a couch to sit down on, she’s people watching, one of her favourite past times, and feeling incredibly like a fish out of water. 

“I know two people here and I’ve lost them both, it’s fine.” Lorcan laughed, figuring it was probably a good sign that Emma seemed to have disappeared out somewhere. Merlin knew about Alecto, though. “Clearly it’s been too long since I’ve been on tour, I’ve hardly been recognised.”

          “what? you mean ludo bagman? he’s not a demon, he’s my brother. or are you talking about the vacuum i mentioned? i swear it’s not demonic.” 

Lorcan froze a second, confused as to what a Ludo Bagman was. “No, probably both of those things, yeah, but I mean the cat. He looks like a raw chicken, it’s amazing.”