When the Sun Goes Down [MAKAR]

[brent]

It was times like these in which Brent deemed it necessary to re-evaluate his life and mull over what what a meaningless, miserable mess it had turned out to be. Here he was, dressed up like a woman because, somehow, it made him feel a little better - more sensitive and as if he was allowed to feel so low. Brent wasn't depressed, not at all. The alcohol had a numbing influence on him this very night. Everything hurt, but at the same time, that pain was just an ache that was accompanied by nothing else. Being alone in the Shrieking Shack wasn't helping because, now that he thought about it, there was a hint of fear mixed in with those other blank emotions. Brent had conjured a lamp to place beside him which did a better job of lighting up the dank room than the fading light of the late evening did.

The firewhiskey seemed like it was numbing his throat now, not 'burning' it. He was too used to the beverage; after all, Brent had been a heavy drinker for quite a while. He polished off another bottle and then threw it at the opposite wall, flinching slightly as it smashed to pieces. One stray shard of glass left a reasonably small cut on his finger. It was nothing though. However, he'd be pissed off if he got bloodstains on his new shirt. Too lazy to heal it with magic (well, and not trusting himself to cast anymore spells while he was in this state) Brent brought his finger to his mouth. The wizard cringed at the metallic taste of his own blood but kept it there nonetheless to avoid getting bloody clothing.

Outfit ⇛⇛⇛ Clicky!
Notes ⇛⇛⇛ ...oh my jesus
Tagged ⇛⇛⇛ Makar~
Lyrics ⇛⇛⇛ Forget About What I Said by The Killers

[unicronwolf]

Sometimes Makar had no clue as to what his body was doing or why. He never really questioned it though and just went with the flow. So, he really had no clue why he was in the Shrieking Shack. He did know why he was in Hogsmeade though. That answer was simple. For starters, it was just a nice place to be. Secondly, job searching. Finally, he just could. The wizard ended up wandering around and now find himself in the old 'haunted' house. For some reason, scary stories and rumors just didn't bother him. Probably has something to do with his cocky attitude and belief that he can defeat almost anything/anyone but no one actually knows.

Just when the wizard felt like it was just about time to leave, he heard a crash from a room nearby. His mind calculated the sound. It was probably a bottle. Firewhiskey maybe? 40-60 percent chance of him being correct. Nonetheless, the sound was familiar. Makar had thrown many a bottle of alcoholic drinks in his day. He decided to investigate. A few failed room searches later, he opened another generic door and was rewarded. A woman who looked drunk as hell greeted his eyes while the smell of alcohol filled his nose. Yup, definitely the room he was looking for. Makar decided to be polite, he wasn't one to prey upon a drunken stranger. That was rape and rape wasn't cool. Nope. "Evening."

[brent]

Not long after the smash, Brent started hearing noises from other rooms in the shack. It was probably nothing, just his imagination. That's what he was hoping for anyway. He stilled, still keeping his finger to his mouth and listened carefully to check whether or not he was going mad. Ah, footsteps. They weren't particularly heavy so maybe it was just another witch or wizard seeking out some creepy form of solitude? There wasn't going to be any creatures lurking in here, they were only stupid rumours to attract tourists. Besides, if there was any ghosts here then they wouldn't have audible footsteps. No, scratch that, they wouldn't have footsteps at all!

Brent's hazel eyes widened as he heard the noise growing louder, moving closer towards him. And then someone appeared there. And that someone wasn't a monster. In fact, it was some cute guy, perhaps around his age. He hadn't yet decided whether the pros of this situation weighed out the cons. He moved his finger away and rested his hand on the floor, it had nearly stopped bleeding now. Brent then swiped away a smear of blood on his lower lip with his tongue and forced a tiny smile at the other guy. "Hey." When speaking as Angel, Brent didn't have to do anything ridiculous with his voice. Naturally it was soft, feminine and a higher-pitch than you would expect from your average male.

Outfit ⇛⇛⇛ Clicky!
Notes ⇛⇛⇛ ...oh my jesus
Tagged ⇛⇛⇛ Makar~
Lyrics ⇛⇛⇛ Forget About What I Said by The Killers

[unicronwolf]

The positive response he received from the other human being brought him a slight peace of mind. It gave him more of an idea of how he should approach the situation and that made him more content no matter how slight 'more' was. Makar slowly walked towards the sorry looking person, quietly putting one foot in front of the other to move forward. Most people would look upon such a person with pity but not this guy. He had seen and known too many people with sorry excuses for lives and he was just used to it. Seen that, done that, used to it. Instead, mild curiosity flickered in his heart, not pity.

A few steps later and he was right above his new companion. He allowed himself to stay in that more dominating position for a bit before squatting down till he was at eye-level with the (presumably) witch. Makar's green eyes gently looked upon the woman, inspecting her. Trying to find out all he could about her. Seemed to be about his age. Early to mid twenties, perhaps. Strong drinker judging by the bottles of firewhiskey. His features stayed neutral, maybe even cold and stoic, but somehow they also seemed soft. One of the advantages of having a young looking faces I suppose. "You okay there sweetheart?" Surprisingly, Makar had quite the low voice. If he sung, he'd easily be a baritone or even a tenor with a bit of work.

[brent]

Brent stayed where he was, huddled in the corner of the creaky room. Silently, he watched as the stranger walked towards him in an almost graceful manner, instead of making a swift exist as the wizard has predicted would happen. It was an oddly comforting feeling to not be alone any longer, because even if he wasn't really a 'people' person most of the time it was nice to have a distraction from his thoughts so he wouldn't do anything idiotic (although, this was Brent, idiocy was always going to be likely with him).

He scraped his fingernail lightly across the wooden floor without really thinking about what it was doing, Brent was doing it because he felt vulnerable with a random dude towering over him - but he didn't seem to be a threat. Brent's gaze flickered from his hand and back to the other male once he was crouched beside him. "I, uh, I-I guess."

[/b] he stammered, stumbling over his reply. Usually he was able to speak properly but not when his head with a mess and there was a hot stranger with him that made him feel both embarrassed but strangely in luck for receiving company that was such a pleasing sight to his eyes.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

Outfit ⇛⇛⇛ Clicky!
Notes ⇛⇛⇛ ...oh my jesus
Tagged ⇛⇛⇛ Makar~
Lyrics ⇛⇛⇛ Forget About What I Said by The Killers[/center]

[unicronwolf]

Constantly, constantly Makar was thinking. He could think and think and think for all eternity, even if the thoughts were of nothingness. For some, thinking too much was a weakness but this wizard's constant thought was his strength. The problem that most people had when they thought was that they could never keep in control of their mind. Makar could, however. More like, it was necessary for him as a practicer of magic. His wand was extremely fidgety about its owners strength of mind. Whenever its owner would lose their control of their self, no matter how small, it would start becoming harder to use.

He carefully listened, focusing his sense of hearing on the sounds of the room. The inhaling and exhaling of breath, the slight breeze in the night air and the occasional squeak or creak was all heard. Every move the stranger in front of him made was seen. Makar definitely wasn't buying this person's words and his raised eyebrow showed that.

Gently, he grasped the person's hand and inspected it. Ah-ha! A cut. He brought out his cherry-wood wand and casted a simple healing spell on it. "There we go..." As quick as it came, the wand went back to its place in his robes. The air was thick and warm, Makar recognized it with ease. Chemistry. However, he pushed down the lust starting to grow and went back to being polite. "Name's Makar. You should really be more careful where you drink, sweetheart. Some people are low enough to take advantage of a drunk beauty like you."

[brent]

Brent spent his whole life spinning out webs of lies, however small or big. He didn't think much about it, but he knew in the back of his mind that his companion would see through it. It was hardly the most convincing assurance that he was okay. But, hey, he wasn't curled up sobbing, was he? Brent knew he could be in a far worse state. He stopped thinking into things so much when the man took hold of his hand, peering at it curiously. A light frown weighed down his features, he was wondering what was going on here. Before he realised what was going on, a healing spell had been cast on his cut. Brent was grateful for the help, but he still felt like he'd owed this guy something now. Then again, it was only a very minor injury anyway; it didn't take a lot of effort to fix.

He didn't move his hand away but gave the other fellow's own hand a gentle squeeze as a 'thank you'. It was a sweet gesture and he appreciated it. The corner of his mouth curved up into a smirk, displaying his amusement and growing interest in the man who he'd learnt was named Makar. That was another thing Brent appreciated; the compliment. Not thinking about what he was doing, he turned more towards Makar and ran his thumb gently over the wizard's wrist. "I'm Angel... I thought I'd be alone here. Wanted to keep my great flocks of admirers away for a night." he laughed, leaning his head back against the wall.

Outfit ⇛⇛⇛ Clicky!
Notes ⇛⇛⇛ ...oh my jesus
Tagged ⇛⇛⇛ Makar~
Lyrics ⇛⇛⇛ Forget About What I Said by The Killers

[unicronwolf]

There were a few places where Makar was most sensitive. His neck, his shoulders and the middle of his wrist were a few of them. That was why it took most of his willpower to not let his body lightly shudder when Angel's thumb brushed over the sensitive skin. Despite having amazing control over his emotions, all of that went to waste when it came to the body. It wasn't super bad but bad enough that he couldn't resist a few flings. Happily, his wand was completely find with that. "Oh, you'd be surprised at what a dedicated admirer can accomplish. I've had a few... rather dedicated ones myself." He allowed himself a small smirk at this and leaned against the wall with a small sigh.

It was actually true but his admirers weren't exactly admirers. More like, stalkers. And the paparazzi. Oh, and really dedicated reporters. Those people were a pain. Constantly trying to find out what was happening with the company, trying to turn Makar into a celebrity or something or the other. He never really cared for such things and just found them annoying. He knew they were only doing their jobs but still. He liked being left alone. That's why he made sure that he kept his house a secret. Even going to extremes by putting up protection spells around it and constantly using apparition to get around.

[brent]

After brushing his thumb over Makar's wrist, Brent thought he noticed him twitch slightly, almost as if he was holding something back. That was what tempted him to try again, his skin repeatedly going over the same spot with a smaller, lighter touch than before. He glanced down at their hands for a second before making eye contact again with the other wizard. Brent was wondering what exactly Makar meant by having some 'dedicated admirers'. Was that a fancy term for something? Or was he just concealing people's identities? He didn't think it was his place to inquire into the matter. Maybe he'd ask some other time if they ever managed to meet again, which he doubted. It was going to bug Brent, he could tell that already because it was starting to now.

"N'aw, honey. Must be a tough life, bein' so sought after." Brent teased. But sought after by who? He wanted to ask badly but held it back. Even if he was told, he'd forget it by the morning. Besides, it wasn't as if it concerned him in the first place. This was just some handsome stranger who'd caught his attention - one of a few that were capable of scaring away his bad mood.

Outfit ⇛⇛⇛ Clicky!
Notes ⇛⇛⇛ ...oh my jesus
Tagged ⇛⇛⇛ Makar~
Lyrics ⇛⇛⇛ Forget About What I Said by The Killers

[unicronwolf]

If there was one thing Makar liked, it was chatting with a stranger that would remain a stranger, On the other hand, he disliked relationships that lasted more than a month. He made very few exceptions to this rule. The closest relationship he had with someone around his age was his occasional drinking slash partying buddy. People similar to him that were fine with a very, very casual relationship. The closest relationship that he had with anyone was his old teacher, Fukurou-san. They bonded so much over the four years he spent time with the Japanese man that Makar felt the old man as some sort of a father figure and close friend. That was definitely a first for him.

It seemed that Angel was getting a bit more confident with her fingers. Makar couldn't help but twitch at the second touch on his wrist. This time, he casually pulled his hand back and on top of his other one. At the same time, he met the other's eye contact with uninterested green eyes. Definitely a bit colder this time. A warning. "Oh, I just prefer my privacy. I prefer to go by he saying 'live and let be.'" Makar's voice stayed the same but his eyes continued to show glints of coldness. The warning remained.

[brent]

Okay, that was definitely a twitch there - Brent was confident in that. It was obviously a bit too far for the other guy, and he was tempted to roll his eyes and then realised that wouldn't help at all. Angel wouldn't roll her eyes, would she? He withdrew his hand also, resting it on his thigh and tapping out a steady rhythm against his shorts subconsciously. It kind of pissed him off that Makar was coming off as being particularly touchy, to say the least. Well, fancy that, Brent was dangerously similar to him in that sense. He felt pretty defensive now that meant he purposely gave off the faintly annoyed vibe.

"I can understand that." Brent provided a brief response, his voice deepening a tad with his anger. It was almost harshly muttered, but Brent wasn't sure how far into 'bitchy brat' territory he was going tonight, or how much it would take before his companion snapped. The wizard clearly found it different to disguise and conceal his emotions while in this sort of sudden mood-swing. Stubbornly, he bit down on his lip to help prevent him saying something unnecessary. Because, jeez, he thought he liked this guy and he was clearly hot but that didn't mean Brent didn't also think he was an irritating twat. Even little things could cause him to form strong opinions of others.

Outfit ⇛⇛⇛ Clicky!
Notes ⇛⇛⇛ ...oh my jesus
Tagged ⇛⇛⇛ Makar~
Lyrics ⇛⇛⇛ Forget About What I Said by The Killers

[unicronwolf]

Makar remained unfazed as he felt that his companion was rather... annoyed by his presence. In fact, he was a little more than simply unfazed. This woman was starting to venture into his territory. Then, Angel's obviously harsh-sounding reply confirmed it along with her more obvious display of emotions.
Mmm... So, how about you sweetheart? Anything special about you?" The wizard couldn't help but smirk a little and the cold glints in his eyes were slowly melting and being replaced into amusement. This was Makar territory.

Besides the two small shows of emotion, the wizard's features stayed completely neutral otherwise. When it came to hiding emotions and staying calm, Makar had the upper hand. Most people thought that he was impatient and a wide number of triggers that could get him going and that was just natural as he gives off that vibe but it definitely isn't true. He was patient and had a very firm grip on his emotional state. You should see him when he's gambling; he has an excellent poker face. Like the businessman he was, Makar was capable of waiting. Those traits would also make him a good killer but that just wasn't his type of thing.

[brent]

For a few moments, Brent sat there and silently tamed his own emotions so they reached a state that he could comfortably deal with. Anger was something he found particularly difficult to control; since he was a tiny kid he was having temper tantrums, screaming matches and huge meltdowns. Nowadays, they didn't happen so often and were more toned down but their management could use some work. And Brent didn't have the time or effort to deal with it. He was busy with his dumb job and repetitive life that he was trying his best not to mess up. Brent reckoned he was perhaps succeeding the tiniest bit, all in all? ...Or possibly not.

The muggleborn focused on the rhythm being tapped out on his thigh instead of the ramble of things inside his head. There. His emotions were kind of in check. However, he made sure to keep his gaze cast downwards so another burst of anger wouldn't spark. The firewhiskey had made these issues rather problematic for the man. A bitter chuckle left his lips and Brent found himself shaking is head. Of course there wasn't anything special about him. He was busy wallowing in self-pity. "Nah. I'm... I'm nothin' much, really." His voice had quietened further. Oh, look at that -Brent seemed to be losing some of his precious confidence. There was the downside to alcoholism, it took this protective stuff away from him and left him weaker. He didn't mind so much because, technically, he was Brent right now so it didn't matter who saw him in this state.

Outfit ⇛⇛⇛ Clicky!
Notes ⇛⇛⇛ MOOD SWINGS what if he's pregnant?
Tagged ⇛⇛⇛ Makar~
Lyrics ⇛⇛⇛ Forget About What I Said by The Killers

[unicronwolf]

Controlling one's emotions was a very useful talent. A talent Makar was forced to have ever since he was a child. Being the son of an ambitious, high ranking businessman made you pick up on these skills quite quickly. His father also made sure the skill sunk in. Business was almost always built and expanded upon lies, deception and a few kind-looking smile. The better liar was the one to come out on top. The one who could hide their emotions from the world and even from themselves. But even businessmen learned to act upon emotion when necessary. Right now, Makar was having that feeling.

He was starting to feel like the topic was getting a tad bit close to home. Much too personal for his liking. Too much emotional baggage to carry. Too... close. The gears in his mind shifted like a well oiled machine as he thought of an escape route and what to do afterwards. A simple excuse would do. Perhaps his pocket watch would come in handy as a prop. Afterwards, run until his mind was clear then apparate home. "Well 'nothing special,' it was nice to meet you~" He stood up and flashed Angel a small smile before calmly walking out. A few moments alter, if one listened hard enough, you could hear the sound of a horses's hooves hitting upon a ground and a shrill whinny in the cool night.