(Hey Scarlet)
✧ modern magic ✧ | closed, but stalkers are welcome
(Have you read the prophecy in the MR/PJ rp?)
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Cyrus flashed a quick grin before approaching the doors to the café. He held the door open for Tony, motioning for him to go inside.
(Have you read the prophecy in the MR/PJ rp?)
Pm me, kay?))
Tony smiles and enters, waiting for the other. he looks over the cafe, not to crowded. He releases a breath.
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Cyrus stepped in behind Tony, hands stuffed loosely into his pockets as his red eyes shifted across the room. He stepped over to a nearby table, sliding into a seat. He did frown, though, when his knees pressed to the underside of the table, causing him to have to stretch his legs out a bit.
Tony sits across from him, looking around. He sighs softly before looking at the other. "So, Cyrus. How long have you been a Wendigo?" he asks curiously.
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Cyrus tapped his foot as he thought. It had been quite a long time. “482 years, I believe,” he said.
Tony nods, "I can't even remember how long I've been like this… all I really remember…" he has a small flashback, his brothers fangs sinking into his neck. He shakes his head, "Maybe 465 years ago? I don't quite remember." he chuckles.
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Cyrus nodded slowly in understanding. “Were you always a vampire? Can people be born vampire?” He questioned.
Tony looks down, "A pure breed vampire is a rare thing. I wasn't born a vampire, but my brother was." He shrugs.
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Cyrus but his lower lip and he nodded again, quicker this time. A burning question was flashing in his mind. Did your brother bite you, Tony? he wanted to ask, but he couldn’t. That sounded like too sensitive of a matter.
Tony smiles a little bit, chuckling as he rubs his neck, looking around. He looks towards Cyrus. "What about you? Are you born a wendigo or… are you created into one?" he asks.
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“Er, I’m not exactly sure. You can turn into one if you were a human before. But I just remember suddenly existing. I wasn’t there, and then in a moment, there I was,” Cyrus explained as he adjusted positions in the chair. Man, was he uncomfortable.
Tony nods, "If you don't want to talk about it, it's fine. I won't make you talk about anything uncomfortable." he says, smiling a little bit.
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“Oh, no it’s perfectly fine,” Cyrus said with a smile, shrugging his shoulders loosely.
Tony nods, looking around. Two, small, circular scars could be seen on the left side of his neck as he rests his head on his palm.
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Cyrus’ jaw clenched when he looked at Tony’s throat. He nodded at them. “Is that where you were bit?”
Tony starts, his hand going to his neck, "Yeah." he smiles a little, "I was 14 when I was bit." he says looking towards the other, "After I hit a certain age, I just stopped growing."
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“Oh?” Cyrus inquires, seeming interested as he leaned forward. “What age was that? Or is that something I shouldn’t ask?”
Tony thinks for a moment, "22. That's when I stopped growing." He answers, humming in thought.
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Cyrus nodded slowly, smiling slightly. “Lucky lucky, we’re around the same age then,” he said with a chuckle.
Marinus paused in silence. His gaze shifted to the side as several more individuals entered the small café. He left his forked tongue out to linger in the air a bit longer before drawing it back into his mouth. Hm, such intriguing scents. Seemed more and more were being drawn to the little place. One of his hand remained wrapped around his cup of coffee, a finger lightly tapping the side now and then. He waited quietly for the female to respond, though she did work here, so it would be no surprise if she suddenly had to take her leave.
His blue eyes glowed slightly, the flecks of yellow prominent. The male's pupils remained thin slits as he continued to listen quietly to the conversations going around him. Marinus found it more interesting to remain to himself for the most part while both humans and creatures around him conversed. Could learn quite a bit of things that way.
(Look
I’m sorry.
But I ship it.)
(Ship…?)
Tony smiles, "Oh really? How intriguing." he flashes a smile before leaning back. "So. What do you like to do for fun?" he asks curiously.
//yeet
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(I’m down for shipping it lmao)
Cyrus’ smile grew a bit as his shoulders slouched in a relaxed manner. “Well, I’m a big fan of traveling. I just got here a few days ago, actually,” he explained. “Travel is quick, considering that I can run pretty fast.”
//kiss kiss kiss kiss-
Tony nods, "I understand that. I never really leave home though." he smiles, "Not since…" not since my brother bit me… he finishes silently.
(Same, lmao. I'm down to ship these two.)
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(Shhh lmaoo)
Cyrus arched a brow in question. “Not since what?” He asked, before quickly adding, “Only tell me if you want to, though.”