daylight could be so violent {NIA}

[ooc: uhuh. yeah. i can do this.]

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After a night of wandering in the streets, Abe had found Nia, and now, they were in his house, in his living room. He had managed to clean the room up after her last visit, and the lights are less dim now, and everything was spick and spanned. He sat down on his cleansed couch, having a glass of champagne.

"So," he asked, "how is this place compared to the last time you visited?"

"Don't you have house elves?" Ksenia asked with a raised eyebrow as she sat down on the opposite end of the couch.

Abraxas shook his head. "Too much work, I would think." He took a sip of his champagne and looked over his shoulder at the stairs.

"Too much work? What do you mean?" Ksenia asked, with a slight frown.

"You have to yell at them to do things. Yelling is too much work," Abraxas argued, his reasons sounding a little... weak (in his head). "I'd rather do the work by myself."

Ksenia raised her eyebrows at him at that. "It's very hard to maintain such a large Mansion all by yourself. It would take you less time to organise the house elves then clean everything by yourself," she said dryly. "Or are you one of those men who just doesn't want to understand how housekeeping works?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's not that big. You've seen most of it," Abraxas replied calmly. "And it's not a mansion, it's only a house. The real Montague mansion is in England."

Ksenia nodded her head slightly. She took a sip of her own champagne. It was relaxing.

Abraxas looked at the champagne. "How is it?" he asked, "is it good?"

"Yes it's nice," Ksenia nodded slightly. "How long did you live here for?" she asked.

"Since I left Durmstrang a year ago," Abraxas replied. He then looked at Kyra in the eyes. "Ready?"

"Ready for what?" she asked him, not quite sure what he meant. She was not sure if she was ready. Maybe she was. Or maybe she wasn't.

Abraxas raised his eyebrow at the girl. Did she seriously forgot what they were doing in the alley? "This." He the gently cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips on hers.

Ksenia didn't fight him. Instead she could almost feel her body relaxing into his touch. Her power ran through her own body gently. It was always there when he was touching her, now it created a strange sensation, as if it knew that something important was about to happen. She moved her lips against his. She couldn't believe she was responding like this to him, after her beat her only a week ago.

Abraxas missed this. He had only been away from this for a couple of minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Sparks flew like birds in his head because he was just so bloody happy right now. Not happy, exactly, but it was something a lot like that, but better. He pulled the young girl closer towards him, trying to reach her long, brown hair.

Ksenia didn't know what was happening to her. It was like she wan't in control of her own body. She shifted even closer to him, turning her body around so she could kneel on the couch. Her hands went to his shoulders to support herself. She had no idea what she was doing, no idea why she was doing it. It was her power, her magic, it was driving her forward and she had no way to stop it.

Abraxas mentally smirked. This is it. He ran his fingers through her hair, and he did what he had to do. There was no turning back.


Yawning, Abraxas stretched his arms. He looked at Kyra, and smirked down at her. Thankfully, it was a Sunday, so she wasn't going to be in that much trouble. He looked up at the ceiling, waiting for her to wake up.

Ksenia shifted slightly as she woke up. She felt different. What she knew for certain was that her power was no bound to the man lying beside her. The rest she wasn't so certain about. Her whole body felt different. She turned slightly, trying to adjust herself to the differences. Her eyes looked a the ceiling as she remembered everything that happened last night, her arms settling over her chest on top of the the white sheet that was the only thing covering her naked body at the moment.

Abraxas saw Kyra open her eyes. Here she was, awake. She gave him what he wanted (or well, part of it) and he wanted to use it now so, so bad. But he knew he must be patient. There was no need for it now, not at this moment, anyway.

"Morning," he muttered, mostly to himself than to the girl.

Ksenia turned her way to the side slightly, looking at him. "Morning," sh said dryly. IT felt strange to be coming back to the reality after the night. The reality where she knew her powers were now bound to an idiotic prick. She sat up slowly, wrapping the white sheet around her body before standing up. "You should really get some house elves," she muttered, almost to herself. "I am getting some coffee," she called over shoulders as she exited the room, trying to find her way around the house.

Abraxas rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, I never had any idea you loved house elves so much. Why don't you go live with them?" He then snorted. "Nuh uh, you're not going around the house covered in that." He then summoned one of Ophelia's old dresses - Merlin, he hoped it would fit - and tossed it towards Kyra. "We Montagues pride ourselves in looking decent all the time." He summoned a shirt from his own wardrobe and wore it.

Ksenia just rolled her eyes at him, not saying anything. If she were to marry him, she would be getting some house elves. As soon as possible. "Well, I am not a Montague," she snapped at him narrowing her eyes. She took the dress nevertheless.

Ophelia skipped up towards her brother's house happy to be away from the school for a bit - it got so dull after a while - and let herself in.

"It is so bloody cold out there, " she yelled to the empty hallway she had entered, "Can't I go back to England? This weather is ruining my skin!"

She chucked her coat on a rack near the door, grumbling about having to do it herself, and continued walking around the large place.

"You should really keep a better check on your door Brother dear," she called. "Abe?! I can never find you in this god forsaken place! Marco!!"

"Yeeees?" asked Abraxas. He then blinked. The voice was too bad to be true...

"Phillie?" he questioned. "What are you doing here?"

Ophelia followed the voice to find Abe in the livingroom.

"What? Out of all the places in this house you couldn't find a better place to sleep than the couch?" she remarked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as she took in his appearance and that of the rooms.

She blinked innocently at him, "Is that anyway to greet your sister? Your not trying to hide things from me ar you Abraxas dear?" She smiled mischievously completely unaware that, that was in fact the truth.