Alessio Lichester-Raven
Thestral Breeder
- Messages
- 370
- OOC First Name
- Tenile
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Homosexual
- Wand
- Curly 13 Inch Unyielding Acacia Wand with Chimera Scale Fragment
- Age
- 2/2006
ID#92298
Alessio had known Carter for years, and whilst he kept his feelings for others very close to his chest, he was feeling the need to meddle, recently. It was an awful feeling. He rather liked watching people spiral out of control, helpless to stop them. He also didn't mind having friends drop off the face of the earth, leaving him behind to mourn them politely with a lotus fabric tissue and some well-constructed words of appreciation. Carter Kaster had lost his wife, years ago now, as Alessio understood it, and since that time, Carter had done a fine job of systematically ruining every other aspect of his life as thoroughly as his marriage. Alessio could somewhat sympathise, with his vivid imagination and knowing how he would feel if he lost his own husband, but that also meant that he felt it was time Carter sought help. The man had seemed allergic to all forms of contact for the last couple of years, despite Alessio knowing that he had received many different forms of contact by various people. Alessio, himself, had sent correspondence to Carter numerous times and received nothing. During the time they worked together on the Wizengamot, Alessio had learned a lot about his colleague, which meant that it was abundantly clear to the observant man that Carter was struggling. It didn't take a genius to decide that he was likely still living in despair over his deceased wife, and even Alessio couldn't convince himself to ignore it.
A few weeks before Keira's death, Alessio had been contacted by Carter for a commission piece. Alessio had completed it swiftly, as it was for a friend, but he had never given it to Carter since his wife's loss seemed too recent. Then, they had fallen out of regular contact. His husband, Robin, had found the portrait in his studio a few weeks ago, which gave Alessio the perfect excuse to go and meddle in Carter's affairs. He couldn't tolerate the thought of having to admit that his visit was a social one, so whilst he was sure that Robin knew better, his excuse was set and his letter arrived some time before him.
Seeing as Alessio was waiting at Carter's door for longer than he had ever waited for anything in his life, the Italian had to assume that it either was not received, or was not read. His eagle was not inept, so the fault was placed onto Carter. His door was a simple matter to open, and the seasoned wizard entered the trenches. Mister Kaster's home, to Alessio's impossibly high standards, was a disaster. He was sure that his toddler could maintain a household better than this, and Luciano had only just learned how to climb a staircase. He wasn't sure he wanted to touch anything, for fear that he would join Carter's wife in the ground from picking up something.
"This is quite a state," he muttered to himself, before calling out to announce his arrival to Carter for the fourth time since being on the property. Carter was soon revealed to be in the lounge, and whilst the man was clearly attempting to look like he was a respectable member of society, Alessio knew better. Twitching limbs, eyes dark enough to look bruised, his clothes were worn inappropriately, with mismatched buttons and unattractive crinkles. When was the last time the man had ironed his clothes? His shoes were dull and in need of shining, his hair was clearly only combed once, and the biggest tell was the fact that Carter Kaster always, without fail, greeted him at the door, and not an inch within the foyer of his home. Alessio felt dirty crossing the threshold without permission, but at least he still looked immaculate - Carter looked sloppy. A man that had no idea what to do with himself.
"I owled," Alessio informed him, his voice crisp as ever. "I expect it was lost among all of this. I have come to discuss a commission you assigned me, before," the paint charmer continued, gesturing to his satchel bag. 'Before' Keira's death, or 'before' Carter's condition, he left ambiguous. "May I sit?" It was likely a request he would regret, seeing as the sofas looked like they belonged in the house of Montgomery Pendleton, and there was no universe where that was a compliment.