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]

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.