#scripted: cyril

“just don’t touch anything,” cyril warned after he allowed the other into his how to take shelter from the storm. he knew there was no sense allowing the other to freeze to death out there — he wasn’t that heartless. plus, he could simply feel it in the air that this was no normal fall of snow. so, for now, it was better to play nice than otherwise. he had various magical tools and ingredients gathered about his apartment though they did nothing to truly help him in the town — at least, not in the way that he wished. “you can thank me for saving your life later seeing as i doubt you can do anything for me in here nor do i know just yet what i want from you.”

“you look beautiful – perfectly suited to sit atop an equally as beautiful throne,” cyril said softly as his hands carefully held rosalind as they swayed effortlessly to the music. “i almost wish we were without these masks. then, i could properly show you off to the whole town. i’m not a boastful man, but you’re certainly a jewel of pride that should be seen,” he continued. cyril had never had the opportunity to actually pursue someone – he was far too busy. but, coming to this town had forced him to slow down and essentially smell the roses, and one of them was in the form of rosalind. “but, what would be greater than to be seen with you, would be to be able to kiss you.”

cyril had taken a moment to sit and watch the others, lips pressed into a fine line. there was something about the ball that just didn’t sit well with him. perhaps it was the fact that he didn’t know who was who – something that hit that suspicious nature of his. “it really is a wonder how these people can be so comfortable dancing with strangers you don’t even know the full face of. foolish, the lot of them,” he complained to his companion next to him, shaking his head as he continued to watch the festivities.

“you know,” cyril started, looking tenderly at the crow perched on his fingers as he spoke. “there really is something incredibly stunting about continued living with one’s parent – especially if said parent is trying to morph you into something else,” he said, likening his own past to rosalind’s home life. “i never truly understood who i was or what i desired until i separated myself from such influential poisons.” he motioned his hand to force the crow to remove itself, the creature flapping off to rest in some nearby nook as cyril placed all of his attention on rosalind. “you and are i aren’t so different. i wouldn’t mind sharing my throne with someone who would understand how it came to be – someone who would appreciate it. i think we should work on being partners. you would get all the things you’ve ever desired, ever deserved. there isn’t anything to lose but a leech trying to steal your youth.”

“i’m in no mood for games, calliope. you’re toying with me,” cyril said in a frustrated huff, not pleased with the reading he’d just got with the other. cyril had found himself coming to the other for various ‘witchy’ needs, a working relationship forming between the two. “you like playing with me because it’s easy for you, huh?” he lightly accused, leaning back from the spread. he was never much of a card reader – his specialties laid in the casting of spells rather than interpreting invisible forces. “unless this really is your reading, then i fear for the future of your business,” he teased. “you could be swooning women and men alike with your skills. i will mourn for you.”

cyril scrunched his nose. creature had been playing games with him for the past hour – constantly stealing little things from him and flying off. it was a wonder why he kept the infuriating bird around, but he just couldn’t bring himself to releasing the thing. creature was leaving small feathers as a trail to find him, cyril picking up each one and planning on smacking – kindly – the bird with them. “you haven’t seen an idiotic bird flying about, have you? the cheeky thing thinks he can just take from me without consequence. a feather for your trouble if you desire,” he offered, holding out one of the dark feathers to the other. he didn’t think she would really want it, but there were some who treasured them as well.