HOW I FELL INTO DESIRE., ( eddie )

[brecon]

[atrb=border,0,true] but in my heart, i am lukewarm. he was in a closet. then again, wasn't that badgers liked to do? not hang out in closets, that is. more like have little badger rave parties in settees, or whatever it was that they did down there. brecon pryce knew that world intimately - he knew what it was like to have the breath of the morning ruffle fur, the constant throb of a thousand senses engaging on every inch of his body, the sweet scent of overturned dirt and the thrill of a fight with another. bree was a badger, but in a greater sense of the word. he wasn't just in the badger house of hogwarts, hufflepuff, but he was literally an animangi whose form was a badger. perhaps it was a curse. he sure thought so. it's funny, speaking aloud wasn't a bit strange or anything, but sometimes he liked to hear something apart from nothing or whatever was muffled beyond the closet door, how that happens. how becoming what you hate happens, that is. he really despised badgers and their little dank homes in the ground. since his old bat of a mother trapped him that one time. things like that tended to have negative side effects. at least, so he supposed. today, however, the closet wasn't doing it for him. odd, really. usually there was nothing he preferred more than crouching in its murky depths and musing about the general state of the universe. why was today different? who knew. it might of been the fact that it was a bit darker than usual, or smelt more like old mops. it was probably the faint scent of sugar and alcohol that really did it. hell, bree just wanted company. any company would do it, so long as it spoke and maybe even had arms for cuddles. he did like those. standing slowly, the male eased the cramps out of his limbs and exited the cupboard most north of the courtyard, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light outside. it was altogether uncommon for him to be both outside of his common room and the closet, and he felt a familiar anxiety grip him as he peered at the faces milling past, eager to find someone he knew. that want, in itself, was somewhat redundant as everyone knew him as the living mascot of hufflepuff. he, on the other hand, knew practically no one. scuttling away from his hidey-hole, the badger skirted around eagle-eyed slytherins who snickered as he moved past, stumbling agiley over feet that were stuck out for him to trip over. perhaps such torment should have bothered him, but it was now an accepted part of his daily routine. besides, bree was getting better at dodging and closing his ears to jibes around him. the further he moved, however, the less he could recognize anyone. it was beginning to worry him, but eventually the male popped out of the castle and onto the grounds. from here, the wide expanse of grass sung to him. if he couldn't find human company, why not find the company of animals? such a line of thought had him ambling towards the forbidden forest, peering around to see whether anyone was nearby before he shifted, clothes falling around his now black-and-white mammal form. and here, as an animal, he sighed, the sound coming out more as a guttural bark or a growl. it still took some getting used to. TAG vika/eddie <3 , WORDS 557 , WEARING this , NOTES

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[vika5]

there's no antidote!

Smoking wasn’t allowed inside the school. No matter how much the boy protested, screamed, rebelled, no matter how many tantrums he threw and petitions he started, the Professors wouldn’t as much as listen to the young druggie. Smoking was bad, he should consider himself lucky that they didn’t call his parents, he shouldn’t ever touch a cigarette and blah blah blah. Eddie usually zoned out and started daydreaming about the Slytherin girls halfway through the scolding. When he closed his eyes, he saw them all over himself. Kicking back in a high armchair, with his feet up on some table and an entire roasted pig at his side, he saw himself as the actual Gryffindor king. The snake girls lay at his feet, looking up with eager eyes and hoping to get as much as a glimpse of his heavenly body. However, when he opened his eyes again, he was Eddie: the skinny, unwanted fifth year brat. The actual Gryffindor king hardly paid attention to him and the Slyth girls didn’t even know he existed. Except for Phoenix, of course. She was brilliant, gentle and she even talked to him and flirted. The thought alone excited him so much, that he started coughing up his smoke.

He’d never been one to listen to superiors, so he kept on ruining his lungs, even though he did it outside. Waves of grey washed out of his mouth and nose when he coughed, smacking his own chest, as if that would help. Eventually, the fit lessened and he took his chance to take another long, much needed drag from his cigarette. He had a highly addictive personality, which he disliked but accepted. For a fifteen year old, he liked to think he was incredibly mature. His childish sense of humour, relative innocence and emotional underdevelopment never caught his eye – all that mattered was the fact he wasn’t a virgin anymore. Yes, for a mere child, Eddie was incredibly cocky.

He was also shameless, so when he spotted a nicely knitted, white hat on the ground, he walked towards it. Talking to inanimate objects was perfectly fine, so he started to speak. ”Hmm, do I want a free hat? Don’t mind if I do. It’s gooooorg. Thank you, random person.” Only when he lowered himself to scoop the object off the ground, did he notice the badger. Three things happened simultaneously: he dropped his cigarette, his eyes widened and he let out a high-pitched, incredibly embarrassing shriek: ”BADGER~!” It didn’t take him long to realise who it was – apparently, the drugs hadn’t ruined his brains that much. ”Bree, ‘s that you? Can I pet your nose now, please? Please? Please? Please? Please?” He kept repeating the word as he sat down, crossed his legs like an Indian and stared at the animal.

for thir and bree, clothes are here, I’m too lame for comments.

[brecon]

[atrb=border,0,true] but in my heart, i am lukewarm. when he was all badger-ed up, things took on a new sort of light. snuffling through the blades of grass that were in front of him, perhaps trying to catch a scent of another badger in the area, bree felt happier than a pig in mud. sure, his eyesight wasn't the best - nothing appeared in colour, and details seemed to be lost into one general blur which was his surroundings. however, with that said, he could discern shapes and movements and his sense of smell was not shabby at all. that and he could hear just about everything around him, so who really needed a sense of sight? just as he was sniffing the ground around him, the male stiffened, lifting his head as he scented smoke. it was slightly surprising for bree that people smoked at hogwarts - what was the point? he had had a cigarette, once upon a time, but it had just made him cough and splutter. then again, he was a baby when it came to most things, including alcohol and drugs. blinking as, well, what he assumed to be a person came into sight, he backed up a little. the scent was slightly familiar, but not enough for him to come gambolling towards the stranger just like that. it could have been a slytherin with a wand pointed straight at his face, for all he knew. it was only when he heard the voice that the badger made a little grunting sound, flicking his ears at the girly-shriek emated from the kid. eddie. the one who had bought him cupcakes and whiskey, and left all the crumbs afterwards. bree probably should have been able to tell, due to the brightness of his clothing which was hard for even him not to see. that and the smoking was something that eddie did. as the boy sat down, bree lumbered over to him, settling on his haunches and giving him a languid looking over. his eyes had a slightly dopey quality in them as his whiskers ruffled a little in the wind, nose twitching at the abrasive scent of smoke which really just made him want to bury it into the grass - after all, such appendages were sensitive to things such as nicotine. but the begging was really hard to ignore, so the badger touched his chin to the gryffindor's, as if to give an affirmative. besides, hadn't eddie already asked politely in their initial owl conversation? so really, bree kind of owed it to him. that and he didn't really mind getting nose scratches, so long as the person doing it was someone he trusted. and did he really trust the gangly fifteen year old? well, enough to come into his closet, and enough to be this close to him while in his animangi form. shutting his eyes lazily, bree lowered his rump onto the ground, now slouching in an oddly content position. bring on the scratches. if only he could speak, but at least he had a hell of a lot of expressive body language up his sleeve. TAG vika/eddie <3 , WORDS 540 , WEARING this , NOTES

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[vika5]

there's no antidote!

Eddie had always loved animals. He had always been the kid who complained when the neighbouring kids mistreated a rat or took sadistic pleasure in killing a fly, because to him, life was sacred. You didn’t take it without a reason. You didn’t feed on it – like vampires did. That was his main issue with that species, they were socially acceptable parasites, which was a paradox in itself. Yes, he loved every beast alive and often got beaten up for it. That was a regularity; Eddie was the hippie kid who got called names, he was a supposed closet-case faggot, a fucktard, a twat. Hardly anyone seemed to care about the child’s gentle nature and brave soul; he was used as a punching bag and dummy for new offensive charms.

In any case, he adored the fact that Brecon could transform into a perfectly fine badger, just like that. He had to admit, the choice of animal was rather peculiar – personally, he would’ve gone for a lap dog or a kitty cat or something else that was fuzzy and adorable. Though he knew well that wolves and large felines were much more worthy animagi form, he also knew that the animal had to match one’s soul. Eddie wasn’t a fighter, he was a lover. Hence the dropped cigarette and the ear-to-ear smirk, as he leaned forward to gently tickle Bree’s fur.

Eddie was an aesthete, he could forgive almost anything, as long as it was beautiful, and he could enjoy the small things thoroughly. This was a marvelous moment in his history, he mentally agreed with himself. Crouching in the grass, petting a Hufflepuff badger and enjoying the fresh air was a good thing to do. The dropped cigarette coughed out a few strands of smoke before extinguishing. ”You are surprisingly scruffy, you know. I’d have thought badgers were all fluffy, but you’re a tough fellow. Still you’re gorgeous. And adorable. I wish I had an apple or some berries to feed you, I would if I could, you know. But I already fed you shit in the closet. That was good. Except for the part where you cupped my balls, but eh.” The boy knew no shame.

for thir and bree, clothes are here, I’m too sexy for my ho.

[brecon]

[atrb=border,0,true] but in my heart, i am lukewarm. affection was something that bree craved in the ten fold. he hadn't received much from his crazy hag of a mother, nor from his disdainful aunts. for that reason, the male depended solely on his acquaintances and friends to fill that void. that left an extremely clingy hufflepuff who had no real sense of self worth when it came down to it. right now, he had a rather blissful expression, if badgers could have such a thing, on his countenance. sure, he couldn't communicate, but he blinked up at eddie, albeit lazily, when he mentioned the food. although, the balls comment was met with a snort that came out more like a growl. that, had been an accident. and in his current state, bree couldn't apologize. flipping onto his back, paws resting on his chest in a puppy-looking movement, the badger sighed, closing his eyes as he shifted back into a human. the good thing about being an animangi was that shifting was like how it was for werewolves and the like - he could do it at will, and all clothes were kept. apart from his hat, evidently. with his head resting on eddie's knee, the hufflepuff looked up at him, expression a solid pout. that, reaching over for his hat, he jammed it back over his hair and settled back down, quite comfortable with using eddie's crossed legs as a pillow, was an accident. it's not my fault, not at all, that you chose to keep the plate where you did. arching an eyebrow, he laughed quietly, tugging the woolen hat over his eyes as he sighed, stretching his limbs. although, thank you for the scratches. i'd have you know, however, that badgers aren't really fluffy. we're kind of like brooms. waving his fingers lazily as he spoke, the boy offered a smile, tilting his head back sightlessly. and thanks again, i get 'adorable' quite a lot. i'm not sure if i should be happy about it, but i am. i think other people, wouldn't be so much. but then, brecon pryce wasn't other people. he was, other people. a fringe dweller, a wall-flower, and fantastically odd. wrinkling his nose slightly, he pushed the hat back up his forehead and blinked at the burnt out cigarette. so what are you doing out here? not that i'm not happy about it. i do like company. nodding to himself, the pryce boy finally flipped onto his stomach, wriggling back slightly so he could look up at the gryffindor with a lazy expression on his face. shifting and sunshine tended to do that to the badger. that, and the thought of food had rendered him a little sluggish. TAG vika/eddie <3 , WORDS 520 , WEARING this , NOTES

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[vika5]

there's no antidote!

Eddie liked to touch people. Not necessarily in the sexual way – although he wouldn’t turn down a nice bit of cuddling with one of the pretty ladies Hogwarts boasted – but he simply liked the sensation of foreign skin. Whenever he clung to others, wrapping his skinny limbs around people, often resembling a koala-like creature, he felt their heartbeat, their liveliness. He could imagine that he had the power to make that heart beat faster, that blood rush harder. Although he wasn’t a ravenclaw, which made him a disappointment to the entire family, he liked to believe he still could matter to people outside of the Garnier clan. Those who didn’t know what he was supposed to be, may actually like him for what he was. Therefore, stroking the badger boy filled him with ignorant bliss and made him smile from ear to ear. Even when Bree shifted back into his human form, he didn’t feel the slightest discomfort and kept petting him. ”I know it was. It’s not like you’d come on to me.” he smirked. Eddie could be confident, as long as people didn’t scratch at his ego, it didn’t give in.

”No problem, it was my pleasure. I kind of figured that out. You guys are like… metallic fluff. You know. Those sponges muggles use to clean shit? That stuff. And adorable is a compliment. I’ve gotten used to it, too. I mean, I’ve still got time to work out and become hot like a real Gryff. For now, I’ll settle for cute.” he shrugged, smirking with it. As much as Eddie wanted to be a desirable sexy beast, he was still Eddie. Not Edward or Ed, but Eddie or Bubbles. His nicknames summarised his being. ”I was out for a smoke. It’s such a bad, bad habit.” he dryly commented. He loathed addicts and addictions, he really did, which was why he kept telling himself he could stop any given moment. He assumed himself to be stronger and better than he was. His eyes followed the badger’s every move, eventually resting on his face when he found himself a comfortable position. His hands felt oddly naked and neglected without something to ruffle, so he leaned the other boy’s way to stroke his cheek with the back of his hand.

for thir and bree, clothes are here, sorry bout the delay and fail.

[brecon]

[atrb=border,0,true] but in my heart, i am lukewarm. bree was a lot of loose ends. once, when he had visited his mother in her dilapidated cottage in wales, she had compared him to a sewing basket and had then thrown a ball of yarn at his head. taking it literally, as he did most things, the boy imagined that it meant that he was haphazard and awkward, a bunch of string that didn't match anything else and couldn't be used for any purpose other than to lay, complacent, in the corners of a moth-ridden, wicker basket until the end of days. in conclusion, the pryce boy lacked a great deal of self worth and was quick to attach himself to anything that even gave him a side glance - or even breathed in his general direction, for that matter. blinking up at eddie, he offered a small smile, tilting half of his lips up and leaving his eyes wide - childish and innocent. no, i wasn't coming onto you. not to say that he wouldn't ever - bree tended to give the wrong impression as easily as he breathed, but even then, there was a part of him that didn't care. if it meant attention, he was happy. not to say i wouldn't. rushing to cover up what he imagined to be a slip, the boy chewed his lips anxiously - despite everything, he did hate deflating egos, even if his own was virtually non-existant. metal sponges? furrowing his brow absently, he attempted to envision such a contraption, are real gryffindors supposed to be hot? i never really noticed. although then, i haven't really been looking. should i of been? yet again, he had an air of confusion about his being. perhaps it was the rather off handed manner in which he had been raised, but the world took on a particularly knotty appearance when bree looked at it. there were links between things that he didn't necessarily understand, social cues which went entirely unmissed and sense which had not existed prior to his being informed of it. continuing with that train of thought, it occurred to the older boy that despite being eddie's elder by two years, he really was as intellectually equipped as a first year when it came to the social aspect of existence. why do you do it, then? because if eddie knew it was bad, why should he? twisting a blade of grass between his fingers as he concentrated on making sense of everything which had just been said, the boy glanced up when eyes fleeted upon him, expression placid. i don't suppose there's some sort of guide, you know. a map of some sort that tells one what one should do with one's self... given everything. like a pre-planned purpose or direction, but the hufflepuff was often nonsensical when attempting to make sense of something. feeling the back of the other boy's hand graze his cheek, the badger tilted his chin up, closing his eyes for a moment. perhaps it was the mammal lurking beneath his skin or some sort of primal instinct, but any touch to his being was often met with a sudden bliss. hm... since beginning to purr was mostly out of the question, he instead tilted his head to reap what he could out of the slight touch - opportunistic, but as innocent as ever. TAG vika/eddie <3 , WORDS who knows, WEARING this , NOTES

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[vika5]

there's no antidote!

People called Eddie gay, just because he had smiley faces and rainbows on his shoes. Because of his preference for pink V-neck shirts rather than turtle-neck sweaters, tank tops or whatever else ‘tough guys’ were supposed to wear, because he was a skinny and feminine-looking little thing, people assumed him to have the opposite sexuality, calling him a fag, puff, homo. Whereas he’d been genuinely hurt by the first insults, he was learning to shrug it off now. Still, he attributed the stirring in his stomach to the nerves that came with being bullied. Apparently, he still wanted to keep up appearances, as hopeless as it was for him. Why else would he get an itch in his tummy at the sheer mentioning of a boy coming on to him? ”Kay, good.” The second bit of Bree’s reply made him frown, more confused than anything. ”Why would you?” The kind act of stroking his ego went by unnoticed, all he saw was red flashing lights and panic signs. ”It would be pretty useless. I’m not even bi. Sorry, pumpkin.” His stupid imagination took it up a notch and tormented him with mental images of naked male torso’s and tight boxers until he rubbed his eyes with his fists and groaned. Bad stuff. Bad, bad stuff. He wasn’t even like butts on girls, he was a face-guy, if anything.

He was happy enough to be distracted from the awkward sexuality talk by kitchen supplies. ”Yeah, metal sponges. Don’t you know that shit? It’s like… round. This size, pretty much. And it looks like someone ate metallic spaghetti then puked it out.” He held his hands close together, showing the size of the mentioned object in his gestures. His hands flailed an awful lot when he spoke, anyway. ”Real Gryffindors are supposed to be hot, charming, athletic, fearless and therefore popular. I’m a misfit. Weh, weh, wehhh.” At least he could still use slapstick failure-noises on himself. Although he hadn’t ever thought about why he smoked – it was just something that he did, like breathing or taking drugs – he didn’t hesitate to answer Bree. ”Because I started one day and it tastes too good.” The Hufflepuff constantly reminded him of a small, innocent, herbivorous creature. A deer or a bunny might be proper animal forms for this guy, even a badger seemed a bit too bad-ass. Badgers could scratch and be wickedly dangerous when they wanted to, right? Eddie would dare to bet his right fapping hand that this guy couldn’t hurt a fly. ”I wish there was something like that,” he started, enjoying the sensation of strange skin underneath his fingertips. Bree was like a pet animal; innocent and only out for affection. As long as he could hang out with the guy, he didn’t need a dog. ”But then again, won’t that take away free will? I quite like choosing what to do, myself.”

for thir and bree, clothes are here, cuddles.