(This is the first time I've written in an rp in a year, hopefully it's okay!)
Daus found himself crouched in front of the altar, his long legs bent, knees aching as they were pressed against the cold tile of the Ardoin estate. His milky eyes were squint shut in concentration, brows furrowed as he murmured a passage under his breath. The fading Louisiana light filtered into the panels of the room, alighting the tuff of white curls around his head, alight like a halo as his voice raised for the final passage of Creole. Dye mon, gen mon. Daus' hands were clasped by his knees, knuckles white as his tall physique bent over the small stone altar. The cold only added to his nerves, but he couldn't stop now. Mardi Gras only seemed to alight the possibility of seeing a message from the spirits.
Dye mon– He was cut off by a shrill voice, grey eyes snapping open as his vision cleared.
"Careful little one, focus too hard and you'll be the one seeing Papa Ghede tonight," a taunting voice lolled from the doorway. Daus sighed in tired frustration, rubbing his eyes as he turned his head towards his older sister, his look saying, 'really?' It seemed as if she always sensed when he was focusing on his abilities, and she lived to disrupt his quiet work.
"What did I tell you about bothering me when I'm practicing, Delphi!" Daus scolded in a hushed voice. He meant for it to come out sternly, but it sounded more pleading than authoritative. "I'm getting closer to seeing visions on command, and Grandmere finally let me use this room, and–"
"And, and, and!" Delphi rolled her eyes as she blew out a stream of smoke from between her full lips. She appeared to already be done up for the festival, her white and dark curls intermixed in an intricate braided style that reached to the small of her back. Her makeup was embellished with silver and metallic hues, highlighting her dark eyes, her toffee skin brought out by the white linen she wore. "Tonight is Mardi Gras, et t'es bête, if you think I'm going to let you stay in here talking to yourself all night."
Daus only responded with a soft scowl, picking up the papyrus, crystals and incense he had left scattered near the altar all afternoon. He mumbled French insults to himself…unfortunately still careful that she couldn't hear.
"Plus, I'm sure there are lots of boys that you can terrorize with your awful strategies you like to call…flirting," Delphi taunted, flashing him a lopsided grin as Daus only shot her a furrowed look. She almost forgot he was younger than her as he stood up, his tall, lanky build towering over her own. "But do get ready, Grandmere is actually going to let us out of the house tonight!"
With that, and a final stream of smoke towards Daus' face, she left the room, leaving him to the quiet and cold of the atelier.
