#c: cade ft. nyx

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closed starter for @ghcstlyhearts ( nyx ) location: the manor

"Someone's been up here," Cade cursed out, anger seeping through his voice as he noticed bits and pieces missing from his personal inventory. Lifting up his box, his eyes narrowed in disbelief, there was only one person able to get into it beside himself and that was impossible. Bringing it with him, he stepped outside of his office and headed down to the parlor, finding Nyx there. "You wouldn't have something to do with this, would you?" He accused, tossing the box into the air and using a charm to keep it from crashing to the ground.

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"And who's to say I would go for the likes of them?" Cade grimaced, though it quickly dissipated at how worked up Nyx had become. He couldn't help but scoff at the statement, his smile growing into a wicked grin. "Are you so sure about that? That's not what Lucien said when I found him at the masquerade. In fact, the conversation was hardly on you at all. You failed however to mention how soft his lips are." He carried on, tilting his head to the side. "If they've touched something that doesn't belong to them, I'd argue they do. Not to mention, they've managed to sneak into our home, truly father would want us to make an example of them."

"No. Neo wouldn't go for you." His tone was ice cold, his teeth gritted together. Cade was only trying to get under his skin, he knew that. "Yes well, out of the two of us, I'm clearly the better option. I'm not a raging psychopath," Nyx feigned a sickly sweet tone, rolling his eyes. "No, it's not. You need to cut your shit, Obsidian. People don't deserve to get hurt because you're bored."

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Cade simply flashed a smile at Nyx, glancing toward his brother, "Or perhaps he encouraged them? After all, daddy dearest knows it's best to curb one's desires rather than let them build up," he offered. "Hmm, that's quite debatable given they went for you, after all." Feigning a yawn, Cade shrugged his shoulders, "Well I do suppose you're not wrong to assume that, but I'd argue it's better some random nobody, wouldn't you say?"

Nyx’s blood tan cold. His temper flared, but he bit the inside of his cheek, trying to keep in it check. Lashing out at his brother would do nothing. “I highly doubt you’d tell father about those encounters,” he remarked dryly. “Besides, I know Neo wouldn’t go for you, they have taste.” Nyx bit out, eyes narrowing. “Just want to make sure you’re not cursing some poor soul out of boredom.”

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He wasn't entirely sure he believed the other, not only be because of the protection charm he'd placed on the box but because Nyx was too quick to admit to it. "Because typically when someone is to be blamed, you are at a fault, though I am rather....curious how you managed to get this open without my help," Cade remarked, watching the box fall to the ground with a quiet thump, bouncing just a tad. "Even I know you wouldn't be foolish enough to sell it, though I do suppose it's where it belongs now."

Nyx didn't want to be here, but with Luc currently occupied and the boy unsure of who else to text, here he was. Hearing his brothers voice, he barely glanced up from his phone with a scoff. "Why am I not surprised you blame me?" He drawled, casting a glance upwards. His eyes fell to the box before he caught it, instantly recognising it from what Essie had been tampering with the other day. "Yes," He spoke without hesitation, not wanting his sister to get in trouble. "Why, do you want it back? I already sold it."

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"Ah, yes I'm sure he'd love to gush to you all about my most recent run in, too. You didn't tell me your darling Neo was back in town, though I suppose after my run in they're far from your darling any more. I was unaware of her talents." Cade couldn't help but fire a back, a believable enough lie as a smirk played onto their lips. "If you've sold it, it's hardly a concern for you."

"Ouch," Nyx mocked, before smirking. "Well, I am rather talented, brother. Why don't you ask father?" He mused, adding the comment to purposely get under his brother's skin. "I-- wait, what do you mean?" His brows knitted together in concern, and worry.