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He hated this if he were honest because his thoughts were supposed to be the only place he could be safe. However, that couldn't be further from the truth. He didn't know when he caught their eye and he couldn't really place it but perhaps it was the way that Luxio pushed power away instead of giving into it when he very much could be much more than he was. The way he had been able to keep them from seeing Stolas and identifying him up until now was proof of that considering he was well aware of how powerful they were. His chest felt tight as it took him a moment to recover his breathing with small beads of sweat that trickled down his forehead to show the effort to keep them at bay was there. There was evident panic in his eyes when they mentioned seeing someone. The fish dies by it's own mouth and his first instinct is to protect and do anything to draw away attention from the fact that he was well aware it was Stolas. He broke eye contact with them and remained silent when they asked who it was. He knew all too well that the softness was just a tactic to make him afraid because they were anything but soft. He was afraid but not for himself. Luxio had lost that fear years ago or maybe it had been beaten out of him. He wasn't sure but the fear of something happening to him? That was different. That was enough to make him think quick on his feet. Stolas felt like the only light he had in his life and he wasn't about to let someone take that away from him. Even if it was Carina. For reasons of mistakes made in the past, Luxio had kept his distance despite his obvious feelings. Not that he thought Stolas could ever do such a thing to him but the hesitation wasn't something he could just push away. That's when it hit him. Again, he ignored their words until they forced him to look up. His eyes stared into theirs now as he kept an expressionless face though he had thought of what he needed. He needed to plant a seed that would grow into something big enough that their focus wouldn't even turn to Stolas. It wasn't an entire lie, just something he kept to himself out of shame of letting someone in that close only to be let down the way he had. Before, he never would've admitted out loud what had happened between him and Scorpius but right now, he didn't care. He finally locked eyes with them as he took in a deep breath, "You mean to tell me... you don't recognize your own cousin?"

her   dark   eyes,       twin   pools   darker   than   obsidian,       bore   into   @luxiotravers   as   he   sat   before   her,       breathing   ragged   and   shallow.       they   had   just   withdrawn   from   his   mind,       the   tie   between   them   forged   through   practiced   legilimency   severed,       and   yet       …       the   echoes   of   luxio's   thoughts   still   reverberated   within   their   own   psyche.       the   vision   of   another   person,       a   man   with   no   name,    and   features   she   had   yet   to   recognise,       who   occupied   a   significant   place   in   the   other's   life       —       seemingly   someone   who   had   penetrated   his   way   into   the   caverns   of   the   male's   thoughts,       and   made   himself   a   home   in   his   subconscious.     words   may   lie   and   deceive,       drawl   out   falsified   fairytales   to   mask   whatever   lies   beneath   but       …     one's   thoughts   may   never   cloud   over   truths.    carina   moved   closer   to   him,       their   movements   fluid   and   predatory   as   they   leaned   down,       features   inches   away   from   the   other's   own.       her   voice       —       of   silken   poise   practiced   cruelty,       broke   the   oppressive   silence.       “     who   is   he       ?       ”       tone   deceptively   soft,       a   velvet   sheath   hiding   a   dagger's   edge   as   hints   of   a   smile   fanned   across   their   features.       luxio   has   known   her   long   enough   that   she   doesn't   smile   for   any   reason   other   than   the   pain   that   would   follow.       “       who   is   this   person   you   hold   so   dear,       that   you   have   tried   your   absolute   best   to   hide   from   me       ?       ” she   paused,     darkened   hues   unwavering   as   it   pierced   into   his   very   soul.       "       i   saw   him   in   your   mind,       foolish   boy.     in   your   heart,       "       carina   whispered,       every   syllable   littered   with   an   undeniable   malice.       their   mind   a   tempest   of   thoughts,       having   grown   a   hardened   shell   when   it   comes   to   anything   even   close   to   affection,    and   yet       —    as   they   had   sunk   their   claws   onto   the   other's   flesh,       and   claimed   him   as   their   own       :       there   was   a   fervent   possession   that   has   left   an   imprint   on   their   mind.       something   less   than   devotion,       but   more   than   just   a   soul   seized   in   their   collection   of   those   they   wished   to   taint.       "       you   think   you   can   keep   secrets   from   me       ?       “       a   hand   seized   from   her   sides   as   it   clasped   at   luxio's   chin,       grasping   his   face   until   his   gaze   would   have   nowhere   to   flee   but   to   meet   her   own.       “       you   either   tell   me   now,       and   be   very   honest,       or       …       i'll   have   to   force   it   out   you,       ”       head   tilting,       though   their   smile   never   wavered       :       no   innocence   made   itself   known   along   the   slopes   of   her   brims,       yet,       a   ferocity   that   borderlined   on   madness.       “       and   i   wouldn't   like   that.     neither   would   you,       ”

[luxiotravers]

[ he/him, cis man] greetings to all of our listeners! we start today’s potterwatch with a long-awaited update on luxio travers who was finally spotted alive just last night, wandering the streets of london. for those of you who haven’t tuned in before, they are a twenty six year old pureblood wizard who is oddly reminiscent of hidden corridors, never staying in one place for too long, a crown too big for your head and the smell of blown out candles which makes sense considering they're resilient, disciplined, loyal, defensive, judgmental, and suspicious nature. you might know of them as the biological child of nicholas and eliza travers, and we’re sure that their family will be relieved to hear they’re safe and sound — or at least as much as you can be, in times like this. to all our listeners, if you catch a glimpse of someone who looks a bit like that muggle cody christian, that’s them. before approaching, please be aware that they’re rumored to be affiliated with the death eaters, so best proceed with caution. these are dangerous times we’re living in. well, thanks for tuning in, folks. we’ll play ourselves out with northern attitude by noah kahan.

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FULL NAME: Luxio Travers NICKNAME(S): Lux AGE: 26 DATE OF BIRTH: November 15. GENDER: cis man SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English OCCUPATION: Reaper for the Death Eaters SEXUALITY: Bisexual

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Cody Christian HEIGHT: 5′ 9″ WEIGHT: 160 DOMINANT HAND: Left SCARS: Scarred fists, scars on back from fights, a small scar on his right upper lip. TATTOOS: Death Eater mark, black solid armband around right arm, moon phases along back PIERCING(S): N/A

MAGIC

HOUSE: Slytherin WAND: Ash, Snallygaster heartstring core, Rigid, 11 2/3 BOGGART: Drowning PATRONUS: Greyhound

  FACTS.

Luxio is the second born to the Travers family having an older brother who has always been the perfect image of what is expected of them. While Luxio has never been someone who’s been allowed to be himself. Ever since he was a child, he was expected to keep appearances. The truth was that Luxio was not the definition of perfection. He was messy as a child, a little wild with a big heart but somewhere along the line with the abuse and cold behavior that light started to dim but it never died. Sometimes it resurfaces with an unexpected joke or a caring hand but those moments are rare. There are still moments he forgets and protests or questions slip him being older they figured he'd learn by now.

He was introduced into the dark arts rather young and he knew that at the end of the day he didn’t have a choice because affection and praise were not given freely without obedience. Eventually Luxio learned to become the image that his family portrayed after it was beaten into him so many times. Despite knowing how wrong the path they were taking was, he didn’t have a voice to put a stop to it. Deep down, he's never cared about blood status or power though he's very skilled with his magic, he's never pushed himself past his limits to see exactly how powerful he could be. He didn't want to give his father that satisfaction. Despite that, he usually went along with what he was told to do, perfecting his abilities and his magic which resulted in unwanted participation in events that still haunt him to this day working as a reaper. Knowing that there is blood on his hands created a guilt that haunts him with nightmares that usually keep him from sleeping.

In Hogwarts, he was of course sorted into Slytherin and for a long time this was the safest place he knew despite it being the opposite for so many. He struggled with his studies as he's always been a very hands on type of person, not one that is book oriented. If he doesn't have repetition, things don't usually stick very well.

As he got older, his mindset remained the same but he's learned to keep it to himself most times. He is a much more open-minded person than most of his family and much less judgmental though his older brother always reminds him that it would probably be his downfall as he tended to show weakness in the rare moments and sometimes he showed kindness where there was room for none. Luxio had made friends among some of the death eaters and he wouldn't abandon them however sometimes he did think what freedom would be like. Despite his family's abuse, it would take a lot for him to think about betraying and leaving them behind.