I’m going home tomorrow and my family says they’re taking my computers away. I don’t know how long it’ll be until I get back, but I doubt it’ll be too long. Just in case, I’m going to post this.
In case… anyone’s wondering why I’m not around.
Since I’m usually around all the time.
Yup.
In case anyone cares. Hahahahah osuvahovuashg.
All my rp accounts are on Hiatus for three weeks. c:
(Source: captainbuttcheeks)
The larger didn’t mind being bumped by the book. It wasn’t digging into him at least, thats what mattered to him. He kept leaning down, slowly. Gently catching Balthier’s lips, his kiss soft and light. Feathering soft kisses on him a moment or two before answering. “Maybe later.”
Balthier tilted his head back to accept the kisses, smiling small as he did so. Terra always made him feel wanted. Balthier liked it, it was addicting. He liked being the center of attention for such a sought after person. And that Terra was a caring, sweet person made everything so much better.
The shorter brunette’s hold on the large book was slipping as he returned the soft kisses, basking in the attention. “I like to fly too, you know.” He said with a little knowing smirk.
The Hufflepuff nodded some, tossing the scarf to the table. His own was laying there, discarded. he didn’t want the reminder of the house differences to wear on him again, like it normally did. “I don’t blame them, its sunny. If I didn’t want to see you I’d be out flying.” He lowered his hands to gently fall to the smaller waist, giving him a tiny squeeze. A nervous smile playing out over his lips. “I’m glad.” He replied softly, leaning down a touch, closer.
Balthier hummed and tilted his head slightly. “You can still go flying.” He said in a lower voice, the book he held bumping unintentionally against Terra’s chest.
The Hufflepuff paused from his inspection of the velvet bed curtains and turned. He smiled at the other, and gently stuck his wand back into his pocket. “Hey.” He replied softly. He approached the other almost carefully, rather relaxed. He touched his cheek gently before grabbing a hold of his scarf and pulling the emerald stripped material off. “You didn’t have any problems getting up here did you?”
Balthier stood still as Terra approached him, looking up at the taller. He shook his head, letting him pull the scarf off.
“No, not really. Most people are still outside, enjoying the day.” He said with a small smile, hugging the book tighter out of nervousness. He hid it well though, biting his bottom lip. “I love what you’ve done with the place.” Balthier said with a smirk, shifting his shoulders to set his bag down.
The halls where so barren it was almost painfully obvious. The brunette Hufflepuff trotted up one of the moving staircases quickly, trying to make it to a new floor before it moved on again. Just two more flights of stairs, nothing much. Still, the lack of other students made this easier for him. No one to run into, to question why the Hufflepuff was in such a hurry. Still he skirted along quickly, also trying to keep out of sight of any possible teacher.
There, finally, the seventh floor. He huffed a sigh of releif and walked slowly down the hall. Looking up at the paintings he passed and the tapestries. Looking for the - ah, there it was. He glanced tapestry with an odd display of trolls on it before turning to face the opposite wall.
The stone was blank, perfect, leading no one to suspect the truth behind it. Terra closed his blue eyes and licked his lips, shifting the bag on his shoulder before walking past the wall. “I need a place for us.” He whispered, moving to edge of that section of wall before turning. Pacing back down to the other end before speaking again. “I need a place for us.” Again the process was repeated, finally the final chant was whispered. “I need a place for us.”
He knew it might not work, but he hoped it did. The Room of Requirement was a good place to get away, it was safe. He paused, opening blue eyes. There, on the wall, was a door. He smiled to himself and quickly moved to it, ducking into the newly formed room.
It looked almost identical to his dorm room, except painted in emerald. Blue eyes blinked in slight surprise as he closed the door behind him, moving the bag off his shoulder. No, it wasn’t that much like his dorm room after all. It was much more lush, with grand tapestries and rich fabrics covering the few chairs in the room. He set his bag on the desk that was central in the room, looking at the fireplace burning hot. It could be called a common room if it wasn’t for the bed. The brunette clicked his teeth, nodding somewhat. “For us.”
Balthier glanced out of the window, taking note of the bright, sunshine infused day before smiling lightly to himself. He was in the library, looking over the properties of the various and colorful phials of potions he had amassed over the summer. Carefully, he tucked them all back away in his bag, before realizing it was time to meet Terra. He checked the book out, and carried it with him through the halls.
He was excited to meet Terra again, before the burden of classes and homework fell upon him. And although it was generally a moot point, there were still some Slytherins wary of mingling as such with other houses.
Before long he found himself at the room, pushing up the glasses slipping down his nose. “Hm.”
He walked in front of it, three times, thinking he wanted inside to meet Terra. He looked back at the wall, and lo, a door. Balthier clutched the large book to his chest a bit tighter, nervous, as he opened it and went in.
“Terra?” He said as he closed the door behind him, looking around at the room.
shhhooot,
I look good in anything. [/smirks playfully, stops and kisses again] Even better in nothing.*blushes and half freezes under the kiss**takes a moment to get himself back under control* Uh— okay.
[/grins and kisses him again, slowly]
*still blushing, but reacts this time**kisses back softly*
[/pulls away a bit, bumps his nose against Terra’s]
I look good in anything. [/smirks playfully, stops and kisses again] Even better in nothing.*blushes and half freezes under the kiss**takes a moment to get himself back under control* Uh— okay.
[/grins and kisses him again, slowly]
*gently hits him in the arm with it* Its like you have a grudge against it our something. *tucks it around his neck*
I look better in my colours. [/tosses the scarf around his neck] Don’t you think?
*chuckles softly* You would look good in yellow too. *doesn’t argue though*
I look good in anything. [/smirks playfully, stops and kisses again] Even better in nothing.