#muse;pollux

Pollux had promised himself that he wouldn’t break down this time and yet this morning he found himself in the shower for over an hour, fully dressed. All his life he had been sure of one thing, that he was Castor’s twin brother. Then, in an instant, that had changed. He was no longer a twin and that had felt like dying. Like he had died. And he almost had. He almost had. 

Then he realized he could still call himself a brother. He had a brother. But this morning when he woke up everyone was silently looking at him. He thought it was a joke at first but he was also an empath and the moment it hit him it was like feeling death all over again. 

He was no longer Rory’s older brother because Rory was gone. 

Now there would be a funeral. Another funeral for another brother. 

He hadnt asked what happened, he hadn’t asked who was there or what could be done. He had simply felt it. He didn’t want to feel it anymore so he had thought that maybe if he took a shower, maybe if the water was loud enough, maybe if he spent enough time in there he would just... dissolve and he wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that his little brother was gone. 

Maybe if he just stood perfectly still time would stop moving and he would just not feel. 

One last round around the halls and he would retire for the night. Most of the smart Slytherins were in bed and if anyoe was still out they would be smart enough not to get caught. The rest... well they’d have to learn. 

He was turning a corner when he heard it, someone was hiding in the shadows. There was a pause and a sigh. He’d have to write them up and take points away and it would suck but hopefully they’d learn the lesson: if you’re going to be dumb e smart about it. 

“Okay I can hear you there, let’s go before anyone else catches you” he waited for a moment before moving closer “No use in hiding, I can see--” he stopped. He knew the sound of this: labored breathing you’re trying to control, the shakes that won’t let you sit still. He had heard this too many times to remember and he was honestly not sure he wanted to be reminded of it ever again. Not after what happened, not after his brother... 

“Hey” he whispered in a gentle voice as he went to bend down to come face to face with a terrified slytherin girl. He had met her before, well as much as you can ‘meet’ someone at the kind of parties his parents (and hers) were used to hosting. 

“What’s wrong?” 

A lot of people knew the Lacontes but Pollux was definitely the most known what at school. Most knew him as Prince Lacounte because he was so well behaved, so perfectly capable of being everything a Slytherin pureblood with money coming out of his ears should be. But right now he was actually concerned, not something you saw out of him every day. 

“What happened? Do you need some water? Did- did someone do something to you?” He tried to move in closer as he took off his cloak to offer it to her. 

“Here, just” he reached for her hands and noticed they were shaking “shh, it’s alright” 

“Well if it isn’t Miss Tanaka out after lights out” he said with a smile. The Slythering Prefect said as he moved toward the lake. He looked around and noticed a couple of other kids and then just turned back to the brunette just in front of him. He stretched out his shoulders and then cracked his neck before sitting down near the water himself.

“If you get caught then you deserve detention and if you say I saw you and didn’t tell…” he shrugged as he took out a cigarette and went to light it with a wave of his hand “no one is going to believe you.” his smile was so feline one would almost swear he was an animagus… “Want one?” he offered with his still in his mouth.

@highnoonbright @howlnight

name of your muse:  Pollux Altair

aliases:  Pol, Lux

one picture you like best of your character’s fc: This photoshoot basically 

two headcanons you have for your character that you never told anyone:

ONE | Pollux is actually great at surfing! He started doing it when he was younger and his aunt and uncle paid for him to go skiing, surfing and doing a bunch of extreme sports. 

TWO | Pol is actually a very good singer but he rarely sings for anyone. 

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

ONE | Cooking, which is why the cabin always smelled like baked goods.  TWO | Teaching! He actually volunteers to teach lessons at camp because he actually likes it! THREE | Surfing because he is stereotypical like that lol. 

seven people that your character loves/likes:

ONE | His mother TWO | His siblings  THREE | Drew FOUR | Edmund FIVE | Dionysus SIX | Nicky  SEVEN | His aunt and uncle

two things your character regrets:

ONE | Not making a move on Drew before Cas did.  TWO | Not being able to save his brothers from dying. 

two phobias your character has:

ONE | Being alone. He was born a twin and lives in a cabin filled with kids... he hates the idea of being alone.  TWO | Drowning. 

tag ten people to do the same:

Pollux nodded alowly, playing with the coffee cup in his hand before taking a drink of the ebony tinted liquid. 

“I’ve heard those words before” he admitted, the last syllable strained as if it was painful to remember. “and you’re right. I probly shouldn’t but I am going to anyway” he moved a picture toward him, a picture of a man in his late 40′s, blonde hair with plenty of grey, blue eyes that seemed to exude cruelty. “I need to find this person. He owes me something money can’t pay for and I think you could help me”