A very merry-un-birthday.

[psiignlanguage]

Who: Cyrus Onikous + YOU
Tone: Festive. Unfortunately festive.
Rating: VARIES. Depends on the character.
When: Late Afternoon/Evening of May 16th
Where: TBD? Depends if you're going to the awkward party of seeing him in the halls, or class, or what have you.
What: Cyrus is 32. Cyrus is not happy about this. Someone decided to throw him a birthday party. Cyrus decides to sob and drink away his sorrows because NOPE. HE IS NOT GOING TO BE CELEBRATING GETTING OLDER.



[Cyrus was not happy. No. Not happy at all. He dreaded May 16th with a passion, each year since he was in his fifth year at Hogwarts. A less than stellar party was planned, and less than stellar shenanigans ensued, and since then? Birthdays were a curse to the Greek rune-o-phile. So, he'll just be skulking around, most likely prepared to become very frustrated or chew you out for wishing him a happy birthday. Go on. Do it. Celebrate his birthday. It'll be funny.]

Comments

[grandhighwizard]

Don't worry. [Rhys's smile didn't lose any of its wolfishness.] I have no intention of devouring you whole. Yet.

[And with that, he drew the younger man out into the hall, away from the party.] Decided not to tell me it was your birthday, hm? How old are you now, 22? 23?

[psiignlanguage]

[His eyes narrow as he stares at Rhys, and his arms actually cross over his chest as he's led from the room to the hallway.]

I know you like your partners younger, but I'm thirty-two now. If I'd been twenty-two, I would never have consented to anything, understand?

[grandhighwizard]

[raises an eyebrow] What makes you think I like my partners younger?

[psiignlanguage]

[He narrows his eyes, one brow quirking upwards.]

Well, for starters, I'm half your age.

[grandhighwizard]

And so you imagine all my past partners were your age? Or that I'm not attracted to you for your other qualities? Your age, my dear boy, could be entirely incidental. [It wasn't, though Rhys didn't always go for younger partners. He found the other wizard's youth charming, though.]

[psiignlanguage]

I think they might just be perks to me being so young. [HOWEVER. Cyrus is smiling as he says this. It might be because he's been trying to drink away his frustration with the day, but it also might be that he...genuinely is enjoying being around the man.]

[grandhighwizard]

Weren't you just trying to tell me you aren't so young? [Rhys asks archly, but he raises his hand, stroking his thumb along the corner of Cy's mouth as if to test if the smile is real. Then he takes the other professor's hand and tugs him into an empty classroom, closing the door neatly behind them.]

[psiignlanguage]

I'm young compared to you. But I'm getting up there. Eight years I'll be forty. And, well, frankly, that unsettles me.

[He tugs his head a little bit, surprised that Rhys is already pulling out the physical flirting. But, he actually keeps the smile, mostly due to how easily the man takes his hand and pulls him into the room.]

A classroom? Really? How cliche.

[grandhighwizard]

You were the one who said I wasn't allowed to drag you off. I'm just trying to play your game properly. [Rhys shrugs, and unlaces his fingers from Cy's.] But don't worry, I have more interesting plans for later. I do hope you're not busy tonight.

[psiignlanguage]

[His hand feels naked once Rhys pulls his hand away and neatly tucks it into his pants pocket.]

I had a feeling that might be the case, so yes, I am free if that's what you're asking.

[grandhighwizard]

You don't have any particular married couple that'll miss you? [Rhys asks archly.] Because this will take all night.

[psiignlanguage]

[He laughs, his cheeks warming up rather quickly.]

We did something last night. They...had a feeling something might come up for tonight.

[grandhighwizard]

Oh? And what did you do? [Rhys's tone doesn't change at all - he's far too good at controlling his reactions to let any annoyance or jealousy show - but the question lacks his usual amused edge.]

[psiignlanguage]

Nothing you need to concern yourself with. It was just a celebration for my birthday. They're the only ones who ever make it any fun, anyways.

[He's smiling, and it is genuine. And he's not lying, Rhys. No need to get jealous.]

[grandhighwizard]

[Smiling about activities done with friends that he claims are the only people he really loves, and has sex with, and then not detailing said activities is probably not a good way to avert jealousy, Cy.]

Truly a challenge, when it comes to you.

[psiignlanguage]

[Sex has kind of...mostly stopped between them. He's cut it to a minimum because, he's...actually trying to pursue something with you, Rhys.]

I'm sorry? What do you mean?

[grandhighwizard]

[Rhys shrugs again.] It simply seems a day you're none too fond of, and obviously, despite your youth, the aging process holds no joy for you.

[psiignlanguage]

Well, it's not only my birthday we celebrate. It was my birthday when we all realized that we were close. So it's almost like a reunion for us. Even if we see one another so frequently.

[But he seems a bit unhappy to think about it...]

I honestly try and just sleep through my birthday.

[grandhighwizard]

[Rhys isn't happy to think about it either, so that makes two of them.] I'm afraid I can't allow that. But I can promise you'll have other things to think about.

[psiignlanguage]

[He seems to be in a slightly foul mood. Rhys reminded him of his aging and he wasn't too happy.]

And just what might those things be?

[grandhighwizard]

Guess. [Raises an eyebrow - and really, it is a little funny that Cy seems to have no problem saying it's disturbing that he'll hit forty in EIGHT YEARS, to a man already well into his sixties. The lack of social grace and occasional self-centeredness of the Runes professor doesn't fail to amuse, even if the older man doesn't particularly care to think of whatever his younger companion was doing with his other two lovers.]

[psiignlanguage]

I already know, don't I?

[He says this, sounding a little bored, but mildly annoyed still.]

It figures as much that you might want me to guess.

[grandhighwizard]

[Rhys laughs.] You know, I don't think you really do. Or not all of it. Are you calling me predictable, anwylyd?

[psiignlanguage]

Not predictable, just that you've heavily implied some things by now.

[grandhighwizard]

[The big man closes the distance between them, so he's looming over Cy again, and raises his hand to draw his fingers along the younger man's jaw.] I'll be happy to surprise you, then. [His voice drops lower, almost gentle.]

Do remember to bring a cloak tonight.

[psiignlanguage]

[Cyrus just glances up at him as he gets closer, fingers lightly touching him. His lips quirk into a slight smile, albeit a curious one.]

What for?

[grandhighwizard]

You're a professor, Cyrus, you should know by now what cloaks are for. [Rhys teases, tilting the younger man's face up to his.]

[psiignlanguage]

[He shrugged somewhat, nearly laughing off the slightly smug sound to Rhys's voice as he speaks to him.]

If you say so.