dirt and grime. [magnus]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;border-right:8px solid #eee; border-top:16px solid #eee; border-bottom:16px solid #eee;][style=float:center; background-color:#fff; color:#dedede; height:380px; font-family:arial; overflow:auto; padding:15px; text-align:justify; color:#000; font-size:10px;][style=float:left;height:100px; width:100px; border:3px solid #222; margin-right:3px; margin-bottom:-3px;][/style]The only reason Xerxes was in this disgusting, horrid, and dirty in was because he could just say he was seventeen, and get as much firewhiskey as he wanted. Because, Xerxes apparently looked seventeen instead of the fifteen years old that he was. He was normally above this, way above being in a place that just had poor written all over it. He was spoiled, he knew, no one needed to tell him that. His family had one of the largest accounts in all of Greece, maybe even all of the world. The point was that Xerxes was a rich boy. He was now the eldest boy of his generation, thus he was due to require the crown of being king of the pricks called the Aarons. Oh lucky him. A family he couldn’t stand, and let’s not even mention the fact that his father was going to push him to have an heir with that fucking Aphrodite, who Xerxes couldn’t stand either. He held onto his mug of firewhiskey, he didn’t dare refused to place it down on the dusty circular table. If he could bloody help it, dust was going to stay off of the long list of things he had swallowed. He was in a pissy mood anyway. This was the day he was forced to see his father, receive a hour and a fucking half lecture on his life, and how he lived it. Well, it basically ended with a “Fuck off, old man. You do not even know me, mmkay?” And his father’s trash can lighting on fire. Thinking back, Xerxes should have lit his desk on fire, or maybe his whole office. His father deserved it. And it was true; his father knew nothing of him, the only things he knew was the shit that Aphrodite sent him in owls. Xerxes came out of the office with his monthly allowance, and the smuggest smile on his face. Though, the meeting had set the tone for the rest of the day. It was the weekend, and fuck the idea of actually of actually having a happy day off, you know? He was convinced his father did it just to mess with him, just to fuck with his crumbling sanity. He had to deal with those pathetic excuses for life called teachers, and then, on his day off, away from those pieces of shit, and then he had to deal with his piece of shit called a father? Oh, fucking no, shit just got real. His hand tightened around his cup, and he had the compulsion to light this piece of shit building to a ground. He took another sip; the burning liquid ran down his throat, it felt relaxing to say the least. He knew how he got when he drank too much, a decent human being. But sadly, he couldn’t do that, he had to be able to pronounce ‘Hogwarts; Slytherin Common Room,’ correctly enough so he didn’t land in gods-knows-what. WORDS: 497 TAGS: MAGGOT. 8U MUSIC: 96neko, zebra, valshe, ron-online video games addict NOTES: YOU SAID ANYWHERE RENE.[/style]

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Magnus sat for what felt like a good few hours with a history next open in his lap, cross legged on his couch and thumbing through information that had been ingrained into his mind since he was barely out of diapers. He really could’ve gotten lost in his book had he not been keeping careful time; the blond was never one to be late for anything, and he had an appointment today. Not a particularly important one, but one that he needed to keep nonetheless… even if the appointment was at one of the filthiest pubs in town.

And he was a gentleman. Why couldn’t Xerxes ask to meet somewhere else? Magnus usually wouldn’t have been caught dead in such a place, but a request was a request, and the other had insisted upon it. He’d been there only once, and did a one-eighty and walked right the hell back out when he had. The tables had been filthy enough to gather dust on his leather glove, and the floor looked like dirt instead of an actual floor.

Another quick glance at the clock told him that if he left now, he’d be on time. Licking the pad of his thumb, he folded down the corner of his page and left the book on the coffee table, grabbing his long coat and heading outside into the crisp spring air. A deep breath was all he really needed before heading to the inn.

His steps were accented by the heels of his boots, clicking against the cobblestone as he weaved through the thinning noon crowd. Why oh why had he actually agreed? He should have really asked to relocate, or just said no; Magnus really had paperwork to fill out today, due in a couple of days, and he really didn’t enjoy staying up late to do so.

The place even smelled like dirt, he noted as he pushed open the door with a gloved palm and peered around the dim interior. Dirty, as he was expecting. Magnus sighed and pulled up a chair to one of the only occupied tables in the establishment.

”Really now, Xerxes. You know I hate these sorts of places.”

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;border-right:8px solid #eee; border-top:16px solid #eee; border-bottom:16px solid #eee;][style=float:center; background-color:#fff; color:#dedede; height:380px; font-family:arial; overflow:auto; padding:15px; text-align:justify; color:#000; font-size:10px;][style=float:left;height:100px; width:100px; border:3px solid #222; margin-right:3px; margin-bottom:-3px;][/style]Xerxes eyed the dust on the table, just waiting. He couldn’t have really blamed Magnus for not showing up, but of course, from what Xerxes perceived to be the time, he still had time. Magnus was never late, well, at least for as long as Xerxes knew him. He refused to tap his fingers on such a disgusting surface, afraid he might catch some sort of strange dirt related disease from it. He took another sip, and then another. Maybe if Magnus did come, Xerxes could get drunk off his ass and have Magnus just poof him back to the castle or some shit or you know, he could just act old, and yell at him. Xerxes didn’t really know which way Magnus would go. He watched the door, as it opened; the bell jingled, and in flew the tall German. His father’s employee, and at least, by Xerxes’ standards, Xerxes’ friend. He just looked at him, as he pulled up a chair. It began to dawn on Xerxes, that he and Magnus were the only two people, besides the workers, in this building. But who could blame anyone else for not coming? The only thing that kept Xerxes here was the booze that he could buy. He probably kept this pathetic excuse for a pub open, well, him and the other Hogwarts underage alcoholics. “Fuck you. I do not like it myself, Maggot.” Maggot, when did Xerxes start calling the blonde that? He couldn’t even really remember, he supposed it turned into a bit of a pet name. “Only place that does not ask for I.D., and after the shit I just dealt with, I need a drink.” Now a gulp, and he placed the mug on the table, hoping to god that the dust didn’t fly into his firewhiskey, because fuck, that wouldn’t be good. He watched the candle’s flame flicker for a few moments, until placed his gaze back on Magnus. “So, since you are looking so lovely today, I assume your day went fine?” Not like Magnus ever looked bad. “Get something to drink, you got to call out what you want in this place, fucking service sucks. Then, we could head back to my room, just kidding.” WORDS: 360 TAGS: MAGGOT. 8U MUSIC: nena - 99 luft ballons NOTES: DRINK MAGNUS, DRINK. 8U .[/style]

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The more he looked at it, the more he hated the place. What was it called? He’d be sure to avoid it like the plague from now on, though knowing his luck, he’ll be dragged back here on a regular basis. Running a leather gloved finger along the table top, it lifted away slightly sticky and dusty and maybe with a weird stain around the edge.

”Do you still insist on calling me ‘Maggot’? I don’t see the resemblance.” Xerxes had started giving him that name almost immediately after they met, and at first, Magnus sincerely thought it would wear out. No such luck; the boy had decided it suited him, despite his objections, and now he was ‘Maggot’. He only watched with mild distaste as Xerxes took another swig of his drink, and because the boy ‘dealt with shit’ on a regular basis, he thought it was pity drama once again. Never hurt to ask, though.

”A regular day, aside from… this.” Magnus gestured to nothing in particular, perhaps the dirty table next to them, or maybe the floor… he wasn’t so sure anymore. ”And nothing to drink. I don’t trust a thing that comes from their taps. I’ll bring you to a nicer place one day, so at least you’ll have something to look forward to.” And he hoped nobody heard that; he was the adult, supposed to the responsible one. He didn’t even bother to respond to the pass at the end.

”So, is this ‘shit’ you dealt with why you called me here, or is it something else so pressing?” Licking the pad of his thumb (the clean one, mind you), he slicked back a stray hair and waited expectantly. No staff were present either; all the better.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;border-right:8px solid #eee; border-top:16px solid #eee; border-bottom:16px solid #eee;][style=float:center; background-color:#fff; color:#dedede; height:380px; font-family:arial; overflow:auto; padding:15px; text-align:justify; color:#000; font-size:10px;][style=float:left;height:100px; width:100px; border:3px solid #222; margin-right:3px; margin-bottom:-3px;][/style]Xerxes just nodded, of course he insisted on calling Magnus, such a name. It wasn’t Xerxes’ issue if Magnus couldn’t see the resemblance. Well, in all honesty, Xerxes didn’t see the resemblance between Magnus and a Maggot either. They were two completely different things, but the first thing that came to the blue-haired boy’s mind was Maggot, and he supposed it kind of stuck. “Why? Do you dislike it that much, Maggot?” Now, if that was the case, Xerxes was just going to call him that for the good rest of his life, in hopes of pissing him off. A faint grin appearing on his face. “No, Maggot I insist, on me and everything.” Now Xerxes, he just wanted to see Magnus drunk, possibly, though he’d never admit this, he wanted into the twenty-five year old’s pants. But on top of that, he just wanted to see Magnus drink to the point where he was actually drunk. Now the next thing is what caught Xerxes a bit off guard, what on Earth was Magnus offering? It kind of sounded like a date, a date with booze. Booze is something Xerxes never turned down, unless he got hyper depressed. That’s when he’d drown his sorrows with something harder; or rather he’d just stay sober for a while. “Are you offering me a date, Maggot?” Xerxes raised a brow. Picking up his glass, and downing the rest of his drink, he slammed the mug on the table. “Refill.” Knowing the lazy staff that worked here, it would take about ten minutes or so for him to actually get a new mug, filled with the firewhiskey, he so craved. Oh, the day that he turned seventeen would be the best, the greatest, the drunkest day of his life so far. Turning his attention back to the blonde, he sighed. “Just a shitty fucking day at the ministry.” He wondered if Magnus got just what he meant, or rather if he had put together the pieces and got the fact that his father had some important job there. It wasn’t as if he had actually formally introduced as his father’s son. Why should he? His father told him straight-out he was a disgrace, and nothing more. Not like Xerxes actually cared about his father’s opinions, no, for him to care, he’d have to respect his father enough to care, but he didn’t. “Just saw him.” “Where the fuck is my refill?” He said, just a tad bit louder, watching the name come out with a new mug, filled with that fiery liquid. He left back behind some doors, and Xerxes picked up the mug. WORDS: 440 TAGS: MAGGOT. 8U MUSIC: nena - 99 luft ballons NOTES: DRINK MAGNUS, DRINK. 8U .[/style]

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Magnus rolled his eyes at the boy, almost unbelieving of how childish he was being. Then again, he was only fifteen and pretty much a kid, a minor in every way he could think of. Xerxes shouldn’t have even been here, but the staff didn’t check for ID and Magnus didn’t find himself caring enough to actually drag him out at the moment. Then again, it was filthy in here, and he’d probably drag him out later anyway once he was drunk enough to not resist him.

But then he’d probably get himself hurt, and then blame it on him when he was sober and that was a whole lot of legal work that he definitely didn’t need. ”Well, I doubt anybody would actually like being called a maggot.” That was the truth, at least. Another glance around the place, and it had gotten no cleaner. He just wished Xander would finish his drink so he would get the hell out of here and somewhere… cleaner.

It came a little belatedly to his mind that perhaps his offer sounded like a date. Maybe it sounded an awful lot like a date, but surely the boy wouldn’t take it that way, would he? Much too young… That was, until he asked. The German sighed, brushing off some dust from his pants. ”Of course,” he quipped, somewhat sarcastically. ”Should I retract that offer, dear Xerxes?”

But at last, Xerxes polished off his mug and Magnus was just about to suggest they go somewhere else when he demanded a refill. Goddamn, even more time in this filthy place? He dreaded the day Xerxes became legal; it would mean he’d have to deal with him drunk and sober.

The boy’s words did somewhat pique his curiousity, however. Who was him, and why was he at the Ministry in the first place? ”How so? And who’s… this person that’s giving you such a hard time?” Chances were, Magnus knew whoever this was.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;border-right:8px solid #eee; border-top:16px solid #eee; border-bottom:16px solid #eee;][style=float:center; background-color:#fff; color:#dedede; height:380px; font-family:arial; overflow:auto; padding:15px; text-align:justify; color:#000; font-size:10px;][style=float:left;height:100px; width:100px; border:3px solid #222; margin-right:3px; margin-bottom:-3px;][/style]Xerxes just decided to drop it, though Magnus thing anyway, he didn’t really care that Magnus disliked it. Honestly, he’ll have to try to remember that, so he could use it against him later. Not like, he had ever really called the German by anything but Maggot, but you know, he could go all last name, and just call him B- Fuck.. What was Magnus’ last name? Xerxes really, really couldn’t remember. Eh, fuck it, he didn’t really care that things escaped him at this moment in time, he was buzzed, and he wouldn’t fucking dare think he was on the point of being drunk. No, he could handle his alcohol a lot better than that, right? So, it was a date? Maybe? “Of course not, why would I turn it down? As long as you buy me a drink, I really do not give a flying fuck.” Which at least it was the truth, you know? It was the honest bloody truth. Xerxes would never in his right mind turn down something to drink, he wouldn’t. He’s not an addict or anything, no, never. Xerxes wasn’t addicted to anything, he could quit things like sex, alcohol, and anything else people said he was addicted to with easy. Now, this wasn’t the question he wanted to hear, Maggot was asking him it was he fucking saw. He didn’t really want to be associated with the man that he saw. His bloody fucking father, if he hated anyone more than his mother, it would be his father. His brother was the heir, he got all of his father’s attention, and honestly, Xerxes wasn’t jealous of it. He had his brother’s full blown attention a majority of the time, hell, he didn’t even sleep alone when his brother was home, he was curled up next to him. He was Xerxes’ world at one time. And poof, he was gone, but whatever, it didn’t matter. You can’t bring back the dead. “That fucking asshole you work for, I have um.. a complicated relationship with him, you could say.” Xerxes hoped to the Gods that Magnus didn’t think he was fucking his father. With that he took, practically downed half of his mug, letting it slam back on the table. “You know, that ass Dionysus Aaron?” WORDS: 382 TAGS: MAGGOT. 8U MUSIC: killers - mr. brightside NOTES: sorry, it's late. ;o; .[/style]

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