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[atrb=border,0,true] i wanted to bite, not destroy. it was only now, possibly weeks after he had last been to the room of requirement, that aries was made aware that he should have definitely nicked the cigarettes that he'd conjured up with his cravings. at this moment, he was flat out and the cravings were driving him insane. apparently none of the other slytherins, sleeping imbeciles they were, possessed what he needed. his accio had fallen flat, and there he was, sitting on his bed and practically shaking from the need to smoke something. it had been a habit that had started as a result of living so close to muggles as a youth, a habit which had grown with him and one that he had taken with him into hogwarts and the wizarding world. picking at lint that he couldn't see in the darkness of the dorms, aries sighed, a sound that was almost a whistle between clenched teeth. i have to get out of here. and so, the male slipped out from between his body-warmed sheets, not bothering to dress in anything remotely presentable. lumos. using the light from the tip of his wand, he navigated his way between sleeping bodies, pausing only to look fondly upon the sleeping face of atlas lestrange. i'll have to remind him of how cute he is tomorrow. continuing down the stairs and out through the portrait guarding the slytherin common room, aries sighed, feeling the cold of the castle encroach upon his otherwise heated skin. now what. putting out the dim light on the tip of his wand, the male simply leaned against the stone wall, pushing his fingers through his bangs absently. maybe he should go find someone who did have a bunch of cigarettes that they'd be willing to share. he knew of a certain ravenclaw who shared his filthy habit, so perhaps some wheedling would score him one. either that or walk aimlessly in front of the room of requirement until it heeded to his need. the latter sounded more straight forward, but the former sounded more appealing. after all, wasn't there a particular girl in ravenclaw that could sate another craving in him? then again, there was no way of getting into the common room or any where near it, for that matter, so he was best to try his luck with the latter. waiting for the stairs to move in such a way that he could actually get down somewhere, aries shivered. the stone of the castle made it particularly hostile at night, a cold bite which he felt even through the fleece of the hoodie that he slept in. wrapping his arms around his torso, the slytherin creeped on his way down, keeping close to the walls and into the shadows if he could. he snuck out enough to know a basic outline of what it was that the prefects and professors did at night, and just enough to give him a slight lick of confidence as he finally came to the corridors that linked each end of the castle. as long as he was quick and quiet, he would hopefully avoid detection. although, in that moment he abruptly remembered something rather vital, a revelation that had him laugh in a short, sharp bark and then promptly jog back the way he came. there had been a time in which he had predicted something such as this would happen, and for that reason, had hidden a stash of cigarettes behind a stone near the dungeons. aren't i a forward planner. moving a little quicker now, the male navigated the corridors with some ease, occasionally trailing his hand along the wall. it had been a stone with an interesting crack in it, shaped like a two pronged lightning bolt. given his currently rampant cravings, it took some fumbling but finally, aries had yet another cancer stick firmly lodged between his lips. lighting it without his wand, the male slumped against the wall, sliding until he met the floor. fuck. and there it was, an exhalation of smoke and a soft groan. who really gave a fuck if he was to get found now? it didn't faze him. all that mattered was that he was very much sated at this current moment of time, and would continue smoking until all inklings of cravings had disappeared. huddling into himself to preserve body-heat, he smirked. aries samuels was not one to be foiled. TAG jed/otter <3 , WORDS 754 , WEARING pyjamas , NOTES

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] [style=background-image: url(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz353/requestthree/erin/erin0.png); width: 400px; height: 250px;] testing testing i'm just suggesting you and i might not be the best thing A restless night was something common to Ottavia Romano, if only because she had gone through many of the same ordeals as her sister had – it was just that she had never had a night like this before. Detangling herself from her sheets, she sat up, looking around the dorm curiously. Vittoria had been shuffling around it seemed, as well, but everyone else seemed to be sleeping fine in the darkness of the night. Rolling off of her bed, she sighed, there would be no more attempts at sleep for tonight. Tugging on a jumper and a pair of boots, she quietly made her way over to her sister’s bed. “Vitty, you need to deal with this…” Otter muttered, gently brushing back her hair, trying to calm her for a time before pottering off out of the dorm to find something to do despite her lack of sleep. Now it was just a matter of finding something to do to bide her time. It wasn’t exactly the best time of night to actually try and find something now, since there were prefect patrols and professors all around the halls but Ottavia would just have to make due, she was stealthy when she wanted to be… despite her hair. At first, the veela thought that she might head towards the Room of Requirement because there was always something to do in there, even if she wasn’t exactly the most creative student in the world. It wasn’t actually that hard to entertain her, she supposed. There was that and the fact that she was already on the seventh floor, seeing as how that was where the towers were, but going in there unnoticed or if someone else was already in there – well that wasn’t something that was desirable. She really didn’t need to scar herself more than she actually had already so she decided against it after some thought as she descended the stairs. As her eyes adjusted to the amount of light around her, she began to be able to see the faint outline of objects without the ad of actual light, despite herself. Even so, she still needed to think of something to do. Running her hand on the backs of the sofas in the commons, she found it abnormally quite, even for a house that hardly ever sleeps due to studying. There was no one in the common room at this time of night and well, she supposed that she could have gone into the boys dorm and crawled into Hyde’s bed… though the thought made her ears burn; a quiet blush creeping onto her cheeks. No, that wasn’t an option; even it was going to be warming than she was just standing there in the commons. Instead, she shifted towards the door, carefully peeking out before letting the statue seal itself again. Padding down the hallway and down the stairs, she looked around for a bit, maybe the Kitchens? Yes, that was a perfect place to go and she could go talk to the House Elves until fatigue overcame her again. That was a brilliant idea and it even made her smile a little bit as she trudged along, careful to avoid professors and even Peeves for a time. “Peeves… p-p-please d-don’t.” she whispered to the Poltergeist as he floated alongside, threatening to give her position away. “I p-prom-promise to give you firecrackers t-tomorrow morn’ if you let me be.” she bartered with the malice filled spirit who did know she was good for it, considering she had a habit of feeding firecrackers to Eugune her fire-born Salamander. “Shh… I’m just heading down.” she told him, giving him a small salute as he pulled her hair for insurance. Otter sighed, watching the poltergeist float away, distracting the professor long enough for her to get down the stairs but not long enough to even touch the portrait of the bowl of fruit when the professor turned around. Gritting her teeth, she took a turn into the corridor where the Dungeons were. She hated the dungeons sometimes, mostly because it was cold and dank and – Smoke? Furrowing her brow, Ottavia rubbed her nose. No, it never usually smelled like this so someone had to be down here. Carefully moving along the walls of the walls, as not to trip, Otter gave a small squeak when she turned, “Aries…?” she muttered, her hair turning a light pink rather instantly, tugging the end of her jumper down further towards her knees instead of where it rested near her mid-thigh as she was wearing hardly anything underneath. Even so, she moved towards him, holding her jumper close, “… e-exactly w-why a-are y-y-you sm-smoking here? Y-you c-could h-have b-been caught…” she whispered looming over him. TAGGED; THIR/ARIES <3 WORDS; 818 WEARING; LINGERIES, OVERSIZED JUMPER & BOOTS NOTES; c: [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true] i wanted to bite, not destroy. he really hated this place. hogwarts, that is. being stuck in the castle all year round really irked him, especially because he chose to spend christmas within its walls as well. aries samuels didn't have a home with his uncle, not in the usual sense, at least. he detested the man, and avoided him as much as he could whenever it was that he did have to go 'home'. the only thing that made his stay at the castle better was the people within it. it had once surprised him that so many attractive entities were part of the wizarding world, but aries learnt to be grateful with what god had bequeathed to him, if god did exist. although, with all the women came the other end of the spectrum - muggle born witches and wizards, purists high on their horses who slandered his own parents, whether it was intentional or not. for that reason, his personality while at hogwarts was rather hot and cold - hot when he wanted to drag the girls over his bed, cold when he wanted to gouge out the eyes of his 'opponents'. stuck in his thoughts, it was no surprise that the male practically bit off the end of his cigarette at the appearance of a flushed romano twin - the one that he preferred, ottavia. eyes following the line of her limbs up, aries licked his lips, exhaling slowly as he moved his eyes to her face, despite the fact that her features were hidden in the darkness of the corridor. yeah? as her hands tugged on her jumper, he whistled lowly beneath his breath. now, don't do that. i'm liking the view. smirking at the carnation hue of her hair, aries offered her a hand, wanting her to sit within him. sure, the ground was cold, but he was positive that her body heat would warm the both of them up. sit with me... i'll keep you warm. concentrating on his cigarette again, the male lifted his wand, muttering a quick spell to dissipate the smoke and replace it with the scent of fresh air. i ran out of smokes, the cravings woke me up, and i probably would have died before i got outside. shrugging, the male sucked hungrily on the tobacco, puffing out a series of smoke rings that he could barely see in the dimness. getting caught is so not worth the pain of having cravings. blinking back up at her, the male reached up, the arm that wasn't occupied winding around her waist and pulling her into his lap. i was going to come see you, but then i forgot the part where i don't know how to get into your common room. breathing out the smoke and instead inhaling the floral scent of her hair, aries sighed, the sound coming across as a little hungry moan. killing two birds with one stone. coming down here was a brilliant idea. putting out the now-spent cigarette, aries contemplated on lighting another one. his urge to smoke had been sated for the time being, but he could feel the itchiness in the backs of his eyes, warning him that it wasn't enough. but then, there was another want that he needed to sate - that for her. since their 'adventure' in the room of requirement, the ravenclaw had been driving him crazy by popping into his thoughts in the most inconvenient times. he had had a taste, but he wanted more. reaching up to follow the line of her jaw with his fingers, he turned her face towards him, lips fumbling to find hers in the darkness that they were submerged in. i was thinking about you... a coo, but i was on the more dangerous side as opposed to romantic - a hungry aries was never a good thing. pressing his lips to hers, the male sucked in her breath for a moment, sighing against her lips. yes, this was definitely his preferred twin. the other one, vittoria, irked him with her constantly changing personality. otter, on the other hand, was innocent with a mean streak that drove him wild with desire. not to mention, the hair definitely made her all the more attractive. aries didn't get people who were disgusted by veelas or metamorphmagi - didn't those quirks make her exotic? parting their lips for a breath of air, he leaned back, giving her a smirk, arms firmly around her waist. so what are you doing out of bed, dressed like this, none the less? come to tempt me? fingers trailing up one of her thighs, the slytherin thought so. she was something out of his personal hell - everything delectable and sinful combined into one. thankfully, he was a proud sinner and had no problem with biting the apple that would probably get him kicked out of eden. in a less metaphorical translation - smoking and fooling around with her, in the dungeons, sounded extremely appealing right now, no matter what the consequences might be. TAG jed/otter <3 , WORDS 857 , WEARING pyjamas , NOTES

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] [style=background-image: url(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz353/requestthree/erin/erin0.png); width: 400px; height: 250px;] testing testing i'm just suggesting you and i might not be the best thing Hogwarts was a place that seemed to make her nervous most of the time. It wasn’t that it was the castle itself; it was the more the people that seemed to be contained within it. Otter wasn’t the most personable teenager in the world, what with her doe-like nature trying to flee from every terrible scene available to her. Even so, she had this bad habit of finding a car crash scene wherever she went which made her miss home even more. In the castle, there was too much around her, even when she found herself hold up in the dorms. At least when she was at home she could avoid everyone even if half of her family was full on veela. Ottavia could always count hiding in the Terrarium that her and her sister built, it was large enough that finding a person among all the pets seemed hopeless. But now, no, she wasn’t at home and she was dearly missing it – especially with the Minister’s new law. Instead, she found herself in the Dungeon with Aries completely puzzled. “It’s cold…” she protested, keeping her hands where they were for the moment until he offered the obvious solution. Reluctantly letting go of the end of her jumper, she took his hand, slowly lowering herself down to sit with him; shivering despite herself. Breathing in the cold fresh air, she sighed crawling closer to him. “W-well… w-we w-wouldn’t w-want y-y-you to d-die now, would we…” she stuttered, though mostly because of the cold and less for the fact that she was nervous, “I-if you say s-so.” she muttered, settling herself in his lap, squeaking softly at his sigh. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to come down to the Dungeons after all? She probably should have chanced it with the Room of Requirement but, for the moment, Aries was much warmer. “I-It isn’t all that h-hard to get into the c-common r-room… y-you j-just n-need to a-answer the q-question the s-statue g-gives you.” Otter said, at once, looking over at him quite serious despite the lack of light. She had always thought that the Ravenclaw Common Room was the easiest to get into. There was no safeguards like the Hufflepuff one or passwords like Gryffindor and Slytherin, no; it was just a skill testing question. Then, she bit her lip. Her thoughts had been interrupted by his cold touch on her hot skin, and his lips… and his words. The combination of the three sent her head spiralling again; it was like treading in cold water; her thoughts becoming thick and saturated with him. “Why?” It was a word that she often asked him, though really it was just to reaffirm her thoughts. Ottavia knew. It was a close thought in the back of her mind that she was nothing that special. She had always known that people liked the idea of her and that hadn’t really changed much since the first time she set foot on Hogwarts soil. Otter had always been a bit of cheap thrill for people as they liked to make her hair flash the many colours of the rainbow and well, Aries wasn’t any different in a sense. The only difference was that she allowed him to think of her as one of his personal possessions. The young veela had given him her heart and placed it in his hands, fragile and made of glass – all he had to do was apply the smallest amount of pressure and it would surely break but she didn’t quite care enough now; she just liked the warmth. Gasping softly at the kiss, she shifted her glance to look at him again. She hadn’t expected it, well she had but in the darkness it was hard to tell what anyone was doing really. “I-I… c-couldn't sl-sleep.” she mumbles quietly, tugging at her hair which had turned yet a deeper shade of pink (which she hoped to Merlin wouldn’t turn florescent and give their position away). Of all things, Ottavia’s intentions had always been pure, and good, but Aries seemed to bring out something else in her. It wasn’t a very comfortable for the raven, she was sure but she couldn’t shake the feeling completely, especially when she could feel his fingers trailing up her thighs. The simple touch made her whine softly, shifting her hips unconsciously as she spoke, “I w-was g-going to get a cup of tea from the K-Kitchen b-but P-Peeves nearly ratted me out.” she lowered her head a bit after that, still looking up at him in the darkness, “And why would I ever want to tempt you?” she whispered softly, carefully leaning closer to him trying to stay warm. “It was either this or parading in lingerie, which might have been worse…” she let a pause, a notable change in her voice, gently pressing her forehead against his. “Surely it would have been a feast for boys like you, out and about after curfew.” she added, looking at him quite innocently with her big hazel eyes. TAGGED; THIR/ARIES <3 WORDS; 888 WEARING; LINGERIE, OVERSIZED JUMPER & BOOTS NOTES; yup [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true] i wanted to bite, not destroy. sure, the castle was as cold as the firey pits of hell frozen over, but then aries had two things which he desired - nicotine and an extremely attractive ravenclaw. as far as he was concerned, it was all he needed. i know, but i'm warm. with that said, aries felt like his ass was about to freeze off, but his midriff was pleasantly heated due to the hoodie which he had adorning his torso. that, and ottavia was still warm from bed. even slight things like that made him want to groan - was she even aware of the effect she had on him? sure, she was convinced that it was all the veela charm, but aries was sure that it was so much more. he had met other veela, and hadn't been nearly as obsessed about them as he was about this half of the romano twins. it was a mixture of her good looks and her personality which kept him hooked, admittedly, like an addict on drugs. tightening his grip around her torso, he shook his head, laughing quietly. no we wouldn't, would we? who would look out for you then? if only she even knew half of the things that he had to do in order to keep an eye out for not only herself, but atlas lestrange as well. being part of the second order was one thing, but being a dens snatcher the other half of the time was an entirely different one. hell, the slytherin was asking to get himself slaughtered from both ends, but in his mind, it was the best position to be in, should he want to look after his prized posessions. keeping his arms firmly around her, he nodded wordlessly. oh really? what happens if you get the question wrong? he imagined that something like a siren would start wailing, so he hadn't wanted to risk it, no matter how easy the question most likely could have been. looking at her expression, able to see it seeing as she was so close to his face, he chuckled again, fingers still darting around her body. he loved how he could silence her with just a few words and a kiss. he also enjoyed how easily flustered she became - well, why not? keeping his response short, the male moved his lips to the edge of her jaw and then to the big pulse on her neck, feeling her blood throbbing through her skin, measuring out the staccato of her heartbeat. perfect. a muttered word, but it basically summed up whatever it was that he was thinking. she was just that - absolutely perfect. innocent, attractive, and settled in his web. everything that he could have possibly wanted to sate the constant ache that drove him to chase girls around the castle. perhaps it was boredom, or perhaps it was something darker, more complex, driven by the misfortunes of his childhood. regardless, he was more than satisfied right now - if not wanting another cigarette. fumbling around for another one in the darkness, one handed now, he put the unlit thing into his mouth. at least he could taste the dry nicotine, as opposed to lighting it and risking getting caught again. why not? bad dreams? being this close to her meant that he could only very vaguely see her hair change in shade, which resulted in a smirk from him - one which widened at the whine and shifting of her weight. we can go get one for you after i'm done catching up with smoking here. the mention of peeves made him roll his eyes - the poltergeist and himself had an even more dysfunctional relationship than it did with the other students. aries just chose to ignore him these days; he had much better things to do. i think you do it without really wanting to or not. not that i'm complaining. bringing her closer to him with one of his arms, he sighed again, shutting his eyes and using the sensation of the lace on the edge of her panties to give him a mental image. keeping his fingers resting high on her thigh and looking to the glimmer of her irises in the dark. i'm at loss as to whether i'd prefer the lingerie or this... at the mention of the other boys, aries stiffened, however. it was no secret that he was extremely jealous, and the thought that some other male could have gotten to otter first made him writhe. lucky that you came across me first, huh? looking at her eyes, she sighed - sure, it was all innocent on her end, but so far from on his. rather than dwell on the posessiveness that was putting a dampener on his mood, the male lifted his hand from its position on her thigh and brushed his fingers across her stomach, gently creeping up. at least he could distract the both of them like this - and maybe even get another little squeak out of her. he did like the sounds she made when surprised - the little whines and yelps tugged on his dark, rotten heartstrings. TAG jed/otter <3 , WORDS 876 , WEARING pyjamas , NOTES

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] [style=background-image: url(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz353/requestthree/erin/erin0.png); width: 400px; height: 250px;] testing testing i'm just suggesting you and i might not be the best thing As much as the castle made her nervous she was sure that, right now, Aries had at least enhanced the feeling seven fold. It was strange being around someone like this, especially since she usually kept to herself and away from people. It was a stark change and she wasn’t really sure if she enjoyed it all that much, especially since she was so complacent all the time. “You are.” she muttered, resting her hands on his chest. It was true that Aries was warm, more so than she was and that made her a little happier about things, though she could feel her legs getting closer by the second – her jumper only did so much. Shifting in a bit, she tried to warm herself, her thoughts starting to wander around again. Ottavia thought about the veela charm, and she still wondered if he had been affected by it in anyway. It was always such a cumbersome thing and she didn’t know how to control it even though she was a half veela. It had been said that the more veela you had, you could control your charm much easier, but she never found it to be the case, though it was something that both twins shared. She couldn’t shake that feeling that it was the only reason that he was with her now, like this, even if he had expressed once before that she was his type, whatever that was. “N-no, w-we wouldn’t.” Otter looked up at him at once, trying her best not to frown. That was an awful thought and she wished that she could erase it from her memory now. She wasn’t sure what she would do if Aries wasn’t there to offer her protection, though she knew it was only going to go so far. “… b-but y-you wo-won’t be able to d-do th-that for-forever…” she mumbled, looking down, to pick at her jumper. The thought remain in the back of her mind that she was going to get captured one day – whether it be soon or not – by the snatchers and then, well what else would you do with a veela? Ottavia thought the worse thing imaginable and the thought seem to send an uncomfortable feeling through her body. It was something unwanted and disgusting, but equally as cruel as what they would do with the other magical creatures they were bound to round up. “… w-well, the st-statue just locks y-you out u-until s-someone gets the a-answer right…” she nodded, “R-ravenclaw…a-all about the l-learning.” the veela muttered, squirming against his touch. In a sense, Ottavia had given Aries all the power, every little bit of it – aside from her morals – and he easily silenced her with the smallest of actions. “… b-because…” she started but she didn’t have a reason. Though it didn’t matter that much as her voice weakened and dropped all together when she felt his lips on her again; her pulse quickened. “I’m not…” she managed shaking her head as she squeaked the words, her hair going a deeper shade of pink. The blonde never thought of herself as perfect in anyway, she wasn’t beautiful or any positive physical trait that anyone could muster when it came to a measure of attractiveness. And her personality was a mess. She was positive that no one could ever like her, not even for a moment if it wasn’t for the veela charm. The veela charm has made her so insecure about herself at such a young age, though growing up around veelas usually did that – her self-esteem was practically non-existent. “… possibly… that and restlessness.” she nodded a bit, biting her lower lip at the sight of the smirk – it was nearly swoon worthy (okay it was actually swoon worthy). “… n-no, it’s okay.” she nodded, “I’m fine now… but… I do owe Peeves firecrackers.” Ottavia gave a small smile at the thought since she started to imagine what the poltergeist would do with them. “… w-well I really don’t mean to…” It was the truth. She never really meant to do a lot of things around people; it was usually just something that happened that was beyond her control. She was just a little happy that he didn’t mind it, though she really wondered who would. “A-Aries…” her voice faltered slightly, coming out more like a plead if anything as she tried to pull away from his fingers. Being the timid person that she was, the feel of his hands where they were currently made her even more nervous than usual – even if they had been there before. “I-it’s not a competition.” she whispered to him when he stiffened. Being that she was his possession, she knew that he was very protective of his things but she didn’t know why he even bothered with her especially since she wasn’t really anything to be desired. “V-very lucky.” she said, beaming at him. She couldn’t help herself then, and she supposed that was the first time that she had ever done that as well. Otter had always liked Aries from a far but now that she was here with him, sitting in his lap she could feel her heart start to swell, threatening to burst; even though she knew she shouldn’t have felt that way. Then she shivered, sharply inhaling at the cold intrusive fingers brushing across her stomach. It halted everything again though, mostly it was because he had that effect on her, “A-Aries…” she whined out his name, the slight sound of annoyance rising in her voice. She did not like being teased. TAGGED; THIR/ARIES <3 WORDS; 974 WEARING; PJs NOTES; OHHOHO ANNOYED OTTER? BLASPHEMY. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true] i wanted to bite, not destroy. he relished in making her uncomfortable. not because of the hair changing, how ever novel it was. it was because of how she stammered more and whined, shifted her hips and it made him smirk. funny, because he could make her uncomfortable with the slightest brush of fingers on bare skin, as opposed to what the other guys had to do in order to get a response out of her. funny, because he was probably one of the only ones to be able to get this close to her either. aries leaned back into the wall, feeling the stone through his hoodie and imprinting upon his back. as the minutes ticked by, his body became colder, resulting in his huddling closer to her, feeling the heat of her limbs against his midriff. maybe not, but i'll keep doing it until... trailing off, the male pushed a few strands of hair away from her face, a cocky smile on his own countenance. until what? until one or the other found out and slaughtered him for the double crossing? did he really care, though? wasn't living fast and dying young the goal? aries samuels didn't have a real purpose, and the fact made him laugh. oh yeah? i'll have to try sometime. covering up his mirth with a lopsided grin, the slytherin chewed on the end of his unlit cigarette, sated enough by simply the dry taste on his tongue. it had been a habit that he had picked up while going inbetween his 'foster parents' and his uncle, something that he did to waste time. sure, it was a very muggle-esque habit, but aries could relate to them with simple things such as addiction. eyes narrowing, the male tilted his chin up, meeting her doe-eyes with his own darkened pair. you are. possibly the most perfect thing he had seen so far. sure, there were other girls, even while he was fooling around with her, but she really was everything that he had ever desired in a girl, embodied. and that was what made her irresistable. rolling his eyes to her comment about the poltergiest, the male laughed quietly. better hope that he doesn't get up too to much trouble with those. nodding, he lifted a hand and touched the dip of her collarbone. i figured. it did, however, irk him that they had seemed to take two steps forwards and one step back. they had slept together in the room of requirement, yet she was still timid when he touched her. then again, wasn't that part of the charm? you know how i am. jealous, obsessive, possessive, all the worst things, and she had gotten irrevocably involved - now, he wasn't letting go. she was as much his as atlas was, and aries took care of his playthings. blinking as the girl beamed at him, the male suppressed a scowl. the motion reminded him of her twin sister, who he didn't appreciate nearly as much as he did otter. despite this, he offered her a lop-sided smile, stilling his wandering hands for a moment. not as lucky as me... lucky, for all those reasons and more. there was a pause as his fingers met her midriff, and he was looked up at her, eyes shadowed by a mixture of desire and the darkness around them. hm? he could hear the annoyance, and it made him smile again. pulling his fingers back down and moving his palm to skim her leg, he arched an eyebrow. something wrong? with his other hand, the male reached for his wand, lighting the second cigarette. i can't help myself. shrugging absently, he exhaled a plume of smoke away from her, leaning back against the wall. and what if they got caught then? the slytherin smoking inside of the castle with a half dressed ravenclaw sitting in his lap. he had done his share of detentions, so it wasn't anything new. tapping a pillar of ash off the cigarette, he spoke again, voice a murmur. still cold? i can walk you back to your common room. because now he wanted more than the feel of her skin beneath his fingers, and his body was tense despite the air of nonchalance. in his mind, it was entirely her fault for simply being who she was. the least she could do, was help him with that craving too. it would probably be best to get her away before he snapped and gave in to temptation. TAG jed/otter <3 , WORDS 852 , WEARING pyjamas , NOTES

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] [style=background-image: url(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz353/requestthree/erin/erin0.png); width: 400px; height: 250px;] testing testing i'm just suggesting you and i might not be the best thing He had made her uncomfortable like no one else, and yet, Otter never felt strong urge to flee like she would with other boys. Instead, she allowed him to touch her though it wasn’t anything new for him really. Ottavia had seen him with other girls before and she had even envied them for a time, but she found that to be a waste of time and breathe at the end of the day. That being said, he was here now, protecting and she didn’t exactly know why or to what extent and it puzzled her, especially since he was more than willing to risk his life to prolong hers. “Y-you shouldn’t though,” she nodded her head as he trailed off. It was something that bothered her, but she didn’t press the subject like she would with other people, if anything that would have just provoked more motive questions that would just run them around in circles with his unwillingness to answer. “… mhm, it is sort of a game sometimes. Some Ravenclaws even keep score when it comes to getting answers right.” Ottavia muttered. It was generally a game that younger ravens partook in but it was still rather fun. “I-I’m n-not.” a serious tone rose in her voice as she stuttered in protest. Furrowing her brows she looked at him. The word perfect irked her. No one was perfect, even when it came to beauty. She hated when people called her perfect because that was always a cause for disappointment, not living up to standards. No, she wasn’t perfect, not even near perfect – she was just a stuttering mess. Plus, she was sure that there were other girls that were better than her, by far. “… I-I’m just a clumsy s-stuttering veela.” she said lowering her head. Otter never really thought anything else about that, it was just who she was in the end. “I-I’m sure he w-will… H-he’ll have f-fun throwing them at p-people.” That what Peeves did, he really just like to fuck shit up at the end of the day and he would do it by any means necessary. The young veela was just happy that she had never fell victim to the spirit, though… many boys that had gone after her did meet their fate with a suit of armour dropped onto them. It made her think that Peeves might have thought more of her, but that was yet to be seen. “I know.” the blonde shifted at once, moving closer to him running her hands down his chest. She knew how he was. She knew all of his terrible traits and how they affect him, even in her limited experience. It didn’t take much to notice them, the way that he cringed at the mention of other men and the way that he wound his arm around her waist. “B-but it still isn’t a competition.” she nodded a bit, slipping her fingers under his hoodie and shirt seeing as how her fingers were freezing now and skin-to-skin contact was the fastest way to warm one’s self and their poor fingers. Though the act was innocent and pure, she accompanied it with a smile, trying not to look at his as she blushed again. It was such a terrible thing when her hair threatened to glow brighter than the sun when she was so nervous and fluttery around people – well not people – just Aries. “Yes.” she looked at him again, seriously, though her blush was clear on her face. “S’not fair.” she muttered, the tone still present in her voice though she lowered it, feeling his fingers leave her midriff and float down to her leg once again. “Y-you should.” she huffed when he shrugged. It wasn’t so much an annoyance to her that he touched her this way, but more so an unwelcomed feeling. Ottavia often just melted into his touch, all of her little sounds and breaths following easily with enough coaxing and she wasn’t really sure what to think about it, not that she could think about anything at the time. This was not to mention the fact that they were sitting in the dungeons, on the floor in such a precarious position. The thought of getting caught had entered her mind once or twice, but it never lingered too long since it didn’t bother her too much. Ottavia had never gotten a detention before in her life and she supposed it wouldn’t hurt to get one now, well there was that and the fact that her twin was a prefect. It had generally kept her safe over the years… if only a little. “A bit.” she responded to him without thinking very much about the situation. She was freezing her bum off even though they were so close in proximity. “… b-but it’s far.” she sighed, collapsing (well more like placed herself) against him at once, her small frame pressed against his, tucking her head under his chin. Seven flights of stairs and down a hallway never seemed so far for the veela – though, mostly, the thought of removing herself from him seemed impossible at the moment. TAGGED; THIR/ARIES <3 WORDS; 887 WEARING; PJs NOTES; I JUST... DUNNO. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true] i wanted to bite, not destroy. was there a reason why aries wanted to protect her? apart from the fact that he thought of her as a possession, was there something else? something deeper? love, even? the word made him laugh again, interrupting the silence. what was love? he had known affection from his birth parents, he had experienced the rush and pull of countless girls, but he had never felt an inkling of the coveted emotion of love. if he had, then aries had a very twisted version - something dark and abusive, faux and violent. maybe i shouldn't, but i am. he appreciated that she wasn't pressing - she wouldn't have been able to understand why, or how he even dared to double-cross so significantly. absently listening to her explain the way that the ravenclaw kids found amusement in getting into their common room, aries continued to play with her, winding the strands through his fingers and squinting to peer at the hue against the paleness that was his skin in this light, or lack of thereof. do you know what all your hair colours mean? so he could create a sort of glossary, if anything. pink meant embarrassed, green was sickly... she captivated him, like that. kind of like an exotic bird would. the question was, would he get bored or not? how long would it be until aries found some sort of new fascination? at that moment, he didn't know, nor did he really care. as long as he wasn't bored, the world was still turning. arching an eyebrow as she disagreed, he simply shook his head, giving her yet another lop-sided smile as she furrowed her brow. perfect for me. and it was true, wasn't it? he had thought about it enough, tried to pick a flaw in her, but there wasn't anything significant enough to marr her perfection in his eyes. b]let's hope that it doesn't get traced back to you... even then, i'd get myself a detention too so we could spend it together.

[/b][/color] he winked, but it may not have been seen in the dark. the suggestive tone was still there and obvious enough to alert her to what he was thinking. hogwarts had changed from how it was like, back in the day. professors were less interested with the going ons with students, despite the youth getting more and more involved with muggle forms of troublemaking - drinking, smoking, drugs and sex. aries seriously doubted that it had ever been a part of the tradition of the castle to tally how many girls one could sleep with, and vice versa. but now, it was as normal as the magic around them seemed to be.

as she spoke again, the male frowned. not all of it. no, she didn't know his otherside as well as others did. she didn't know how ugly things could turn once he was angered or annoyed. perhaps, one day, he would show the part-veela exactly who aries samuels was - but who knew if she would get out of such a meeting in one piece. feeling her fingers on his chest, he tilted his chin back, studying her expression as best as he could. yeah, sure. an offhand disagreement, at best, but then he felt her cold fingers against his heated skin. sucking in a breath, his eyes went to hers as he licked his lips slowly, arching an eyebrow yet again. mm... the sound he expelled was incoherent, because he wanted those fingers to move further, but for now, feeling her cold ebb into his heat was the strangest sensation - and he wasn't complaining. her hair was almost glowing at this point, which inspired another half chuckle. careful, you're going to become a human beacon.

laughing at her tone, but keeping it quiet to avoid detection, the male smirked. what's not fair? her miffed voice quirked his lips upwards, despite the fact that he was shaking his head. but i can't. and wasn't that the truth? aries was a person who succumbed to carnal desires more easily than others - his ego and superego were all out of whack, apparently. morals went over his head, which left little middle ground for any compromises to be made between his needs and what was considered to be 'right'. when he said he couldn't, it was a slightl lie. he did have the ability to control himself, but it wasn't often that he bothered, unless if it was to save face. besides, when it came to her, he had an even lower level of self control than usual. it is a little, but i don't think i'm worth the hypothermia. but he was, his ego said that he was and if he could have it his way, he would keep her down here until her pulse stilled from cold. although not saying it, the male was pleased when she flopped against him again, keeping an arm wrapped around her as he smoked his cigarette, occasionally moving his fingers to creep by her thigh again, brushing the smooth skin - because he wanted to touch her, and couldn't keep his hands to himself. not now, at least. [/div][/center]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] [style=background-image: url(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz353/requestthree/erin/erin0.png); width: 400px; height: 250px;] testing testing i'm just suggesting you and i might not be the best thing Ottavia never thought that she would be protected, sure there was her sister but that only went so far. Sometimes they couldn’t even stand each other because Vittoria had thought that she had been betrayed for picking the side of the dark arts. It didn’t change her; she was still the same Otter just a little better versed in the dark arts. She was fascinated with them and their ever changing nature, just like her hair. It was something that she wanted to know and both couldn’t hang to their father’s every word. In some way, she supposed that Vittoria had it better; just having dad to herself while Ottavia was subjected to the Veela feuding family members. Oh, Christmas was going to be hell again, but that was far off. In any case, that was whys eh never thought that she would be protected by anyone, and especially not the likes of Aries. She had never been able to count on anyone, not even her parents when it came right down to it, so this was nice even if it was unsettling. “Thank you.” Ottavia muttered, slightly flustered by all the attention. It was odd since she never thought of herself as important to anyone, so this was honestly a first. “… most of them,” she nodded, “I spend a long time trying to figure it out.” Her hair had the ability to change into any colour under the sun, though the most frequent colour was pink and it often stayed that way because she often found herself flustered and embarrassed by everything. “Perfect for you…” she repeated the words, dumbfounded. She had no idea what he was talking about but, she supposed that it was at least somewhat true. He was still here, wasn’t he? He was still here sitting with her – talking with her. That was all she ever really wanted from anyone, even though she stuttered and got flustered all the time, the fact remained that she could have a one-on-one conversation with him. Even so, she wondered how long it would be until that was over too – all there ever was, was a honeymoon period with Aries, thinking that there would ever be something more was just a laughable idea. “… I’m s-sure I w-won’t get into too m-much trouble,” she looked down at the wink, shaking her head, “… mm.” she bit her bottom lip after that, trying to concentrate on not letting her hair glow in a bright pink beacon. The exchange was growing weary as neither one of them wanted to talk about it any longer. She was still curious of things but she couldn’t press the matter any further without getting some sort of backlash, she was certain. It was something she had picked up over the years, knowing that some people didn’t like to be pushed because she didn’t like to be either. It was just one of those limits that everyone had and had to tolerate for the sake of being around each other, no matter how shallow. She shook her head a little bit, tucking her hands under his shirt neatly, feeling the warmth return quickly to her fingers and slowly up to her hands, “... I’m trying not to be.” she muttered to him when he chuckled, though it was hardly in her control anyhow. “It’s just… difficult.” she added looking back up at him as her fingers ran along his waistband, innocently still because it was really the first thing she could fiddle with to keep her hands occupied. “… all the teasing.” she whispered despite herself, the small sort of lioness returning back to her den for another day. She really couldn’t keep her small outburst in tact when he looked at her and smirked like that, even in the darkness, she could feel it radiate from him. “I’ve come to learn that.” It was the truth after all and she had quickly come to acknowledge it as time went on. He could hardly keep his hands off of her, even if it was the slightest touch running his finger across her jawline or his snaking hands on her thigh. She couldn’t help but think it was slightly her fault though, seeing as how she was part-veela and veelas had that effect on people, especially when they couldn’t control it. Otter had tried to in the past but like with her hair, nothing ever seemed to work out for her like it should have, her powers going awry. “… I hardly think I’ll get hypothermia from just sitting here… it isn’t that cold.” she muttered, lifting her head a bit nuzzling her nose against his exposed neck. “… but if I do succumb to the cold… a-at l-least I’ll be h-happy.” she whispered against his neck, fingers still fiddling at the waistband of his pyjama pants. She wasn’t even bothered by his fingers brushing against her thigh at this point either, she was more enthralled by what warmth she could get from his body than anything else. TAGGED; THIR/ARIES <3 WORDS; 864 WEARING; PJs NOTES; I HAVE TOO MUCH MUSE FOR THEM. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true] i wanted to bite, not destroy. gratitude wasn't an emotion that aries had experienced often. what was there to be thankful for in relation to him? thankful that he had left someone alone after antagonizing them? thankful that he had gotten bored and moved on? with ottavia thanking him for 'protecting' her, he was experiencing a new sensation on top of his usual possessiveness. welcome. what was he sacrificing for her? in the most dramatic terms possible, certain death. although, he was probably just facing ostracizing from his peers who were members of the order. the snatchers, on the other hand, was something to be more worried about. he had joined for atlas, or so he kept reminding himself - the werewolf couldn't expect to face snatching his own kind by himself. aries could see it on his face - an internal struggle, one that took something out of him with every snatch that was made. bringing himself back to the present with her words, he smiled slightly. i'll help you figure it out, then. pink for embarrassed, green for worried or sick... i wonder what purple would be. even then, he did like her hair pink, second only to her natural blonde locks. the male had always had a penchant for fair-haired girls, and she was no exception. doesn't matter, i like your hair how it is. glowing and multi-coloured - it made her different, and something to be desired. nodding as she repeated his words, aries chuckled yet again. i keep telling you this. and the answer hadn't changed - at least, not yet. putting an expiry date on whatever it was that they shared wasn't possible either, so he would simply know when it was that he got bored with the part-veela. like i said, i don't mind having a detention if it's with you. giving her a smirk, arie reached up and touched her bottom lip, pulling it ouf from the snag of her teeth with a finger. the action made him lick his own lips as he arched an eyebrow, eager to kiss her again but keeping himself under some tenuous control for the time being. as her fingers ducked under his shirt, he drew in another sharp breath, eyes darkening as he half listened to her. not trying to do what, again? make him want to flip them so he could get his hands as far into her jumper as he could? or the hair thing? he didn't know, or cared any more, especially as his fingers touched his waistband. is here really the place? laughing breathily, he kept his hands on her, drawing circles on her bare thigh. like you're not teasing me right now either. huffing slightly, the slytherin shifted uncomfortably, itching to have more of her her but attempting to restrain himself against temptation. not that he really wanted to, but he figured there was a time and place. agreeing yet again to what she was saying, he simply mumbled a 'mhm', keeping his hands on her as he did it. who cared what it was that was making him do what he did? whether it was her veela charm or his own doing, it didn't matter. what mattered was that aries wanted this romano twin, and bad. and he almost always got what he wanted. as she resisted his asking on whether she wanted to go back to the common room, he risked another grin. that was the response he was hoping for, if you're sure. feeling her breath on his neck, the male sighed, tipping his chin back and shutting his eyes, trying not to change his body language as she mentioned being happy. was he happy? for aries, things were measured in moods - he was currently in an average enough mood, but happy? when was the last time he had experienced such an emotion? yeah... he didn't have anything to say, nor did he really want to speak as her fingers found his waistband again, keeping his fingers moving up her thigh until they brushed against her hip again - fingers against bone, so fragile, as if she would break. and then he was ducking his head again, wanting to find those butterfly lips and catch them with his own, fumbling again in the dark like a first year and their first kiss, finally locating them and sighing. hands still ever moving, they skirted up her ribs, counting each bone as his teeth met her lips. to keep her from speaking, maybe. to get rid of the discomfort that was growing in him - because what else could they do in the dungeons of the castle, with the risk of being caught ever present? TAG jed/otter <3 , WORDS 840 , WEARING pyjamas , NOTES

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] [style=background-image: url(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz353/requestthree/erin/erin0.png); width: 400px; height: 250px;] testing testing i'm just suggesting you and i might not be the best thing No matter how Aries felt, Ottavia was always there to put an emotion to everything – or at least her hair was. She didn’t know what else to do but impress emotions on other people, that was ort of her job, even if she was wrong half the time. She wasn’t a bright Ravenclaw, and as hard as she tried to tell people, they never really seemed to think that was the case. All the same, she smiled up at him, though weakly now seeing something behind those darkened eyes. She wasn’t really sure what it was but it was something, she had been around him long enough to know that there was always something churning in his mind, more than most people she had melt in a lifetime. The young veela was pretty sure that there was no reasons not to think this, especially since it was pretty much the assumption that she made about most things. She would have to be right… at least some of the time. “… it is simple, isn’t it?” she muttered, not wanting to remove her hands from his warmth to tug at her hair some, like she always did when she was starting to grow nervous again. “…that’s good to hear.” she said softly knowing that many other people hated it because it freaked them out. “… I just… don’t take it that well.” Ottavia lowered her head at his words, it was still hard to believe but she was starting to get there with hi, even though he had been known to be a liar at the best of times. She didn’t really care all that much about what other people had to say about him – though she listened quite intently. “D-detention w-would se-seem a lot better w-with a-another soul.” she played with his waistband a bit more trying to deter herself from the idea that she was growing shier around him. Even the smallest of his touches seemed to be send shivers down her spine; she avoided the temptation to bite her lower lip again. Instead of that, she shifted her eyes away from his, unable to stare at him any longer in her bashful state. “… n-no, i-it i-isn’t.” she squeaked as he laughed – a squeak which quickly turned into a series of gasps and sighs feeling his hand on her thighs, “Y-you st-started it.” she stuttered, though her tone caught a serious air again. Though, in all honest, she wasn’t trying to do anything – it was just her nervous habits running amuck again and against her will this time as well. Often she would just fiddle with the end of his shirt but since that wasn’t really available to her at this point it was his waistband that her hands found instead. There was a time and a place for everything and the thing that was on both their minds – if only innocently on Ottavia’s part – was not exactly permitted. There was actually hardly a time or place for it at all, though her had her wound right around his finger – he only need say the word. His quiet agreement set her on edge for the moment, her thoughts starting to slow again. Otter had quickly started to promise herself that she wouldn’t throw him in that place again. She didn’t want to throw him in that dark part of her mind where all the other males went that weren’t her friends. No, she was trying to keep him away from there now, she was honestly trying not to care if he was affected by the veela charm now or not even if she didn’t have a snowy chance in hell. Otter had never allowed herself to be happy since there wasn’t ever a reason to – everything that she had ever showed the people that surrounded her was a fake sort of happiness, the only sort that you could veil behind a thin white lie and veela charm. Discarding the thoughts of what she wanted, she nuzzled at his neck more, smiling against his skin when he tipped his chin back, the embarrassment starting to fade from her mind as well as her hair. This was even so when he hand started to creep up her thigh and onto her hip… up her side too. No, there was no change in her hair now as it started to slowly fade back to a lighter pink – the glow subduing itself as she eased into his touch. Her fingers had even delved deeper, beyond the edge of his waistband without another thought as she lifted her head – smiling against his lips. All of her speech had halted then, there was nothing really to say to him. All she could think about was this… and oddly, also the thought that she would never have all of him. Though the thought panged in her mind for a second, it slowly bounced off into the back of her mind – pushed aside by the present. TAGGED; THIR/ARIES <3 WORDS; 853 WEARING; PJs NOTES; <A<. [/style]