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New Year’s has made me busy, and the fact that I go back to Uni on the 4th will make me even more busy. ;; Sorry about that! Since some of the members didn’t reply to the starters and now that they’re gone, I’ve turned them into open starters! They’re here and here, so if anyone wants to take them, feel free to.
❝Give and no Take—?❞ (Chanyeol & Discordia)
grypcy:
“But what if you bump into the shelf and it topple over and you got hit by it? It’s still dangerous! You should ask for help if you need it.” Just thinking that the library’s giant bookshelf full of heavy old tomes hitting the small girl makes the hair on the back of his neck stood. She’ll be lucky if she can get away with small injuries.
His lips stretches into a wry smile, eyes fell to the green and silver tie the girl wears. Ah, a simple thanks will do, he laughs to himself. But she’s probably embarrassed because he caught her jumping again and again to reach something that’s a bit far away from her reach so he decides to empathises with her, being short wasn’t easy. He was about to go back to his original seat when she took the book with her only to stop abruptly so he doesn’t bump into the smaller girl.
“Yes, me? What is it?” He points to himself. Hm? Is there another book she needs but can’t reach? The determined look in her eyes surprises him for a bit. “Do you need anymore help?”
She resists the urge to scoff at his worry, arching a brow at his explanation. A mere bookshelf isn’t going to kill her, she’s suffered more than that at duels. She purses her lips and narrows her eyes when he laughs, and like a cat with their hackles raised, she eyes him. Sure, gryffindors were weird, but he probably takes the icing. She thinks to herself, specially with those ears.
With a heavy sigh, she nodded, “Actually, yes.” She replies, and she looks as if she’s pained to admit the fact that she does need help, but she has to suck it up, because she needs answers, and she’s always one to always go to the root of it all. “I have a question, specifically for you, actually. It’ll take long, so we should sit down.”
(*a brown owl carries a small box in its talons, and it drops the package in front of her. There’s a small note attached on the said package, and her name is written in a chicken-scratch like handwritting*) [MERRY CHRISTMAS LIL JUNG! We’re not really close but I hope that we will be in the future! I don’t know what I should get for your gift but I hope you like this Kaleidoscope. Don’t look into it too often, you might get dizzy but hey, at least its pretty! --Park Chanyeol]
She quirks a brow as she picks up the package with one hand, petting the brown owl and giving it a treat before letting it go back to its sender. Her eyebrows furrow as she tried to decipher whatever is written in the card (a secret code perhaps?), it took a few moments to realize that it was not a code at all, but in fact, really ugly handwriting by the one and only Park Chanyeol. Rolling her eyes once and setting the card aside, she unwraps the present meticulously, not wanting to make a mess where she is. The cylindrical shape piqued her interest and she looked at the card once more.
Ah, a kaleidoscope.
She never had one before, so when she peeked into the hole, a gasp escapes past her lips at the colorful abstract images. The corners of her lips twitches into a smile as she turns the end cap, the images she’s seeing different with every turn. She sets it down along with the card, tosses the wrapper away, and adds another person to the list of people she will be giving gifts to for the first time.
SLYTHERIN: “Family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.” -Bill Harms (Lincoln Clay: Mafia III)
princess ⚡ up/discordia
ravup:
And it’s easy like that for Jongup to drop any mockery sound or words that might come from his mouth because despite of what people think of him he’s not some ruthless bastard that doesn’t acknowledge when something is off with people; and it’s quite easy to detect that exact situation with Veneris.
His brows are elegantly knit together as he takes more steps to get closer to her and she looks so docile looking at him like that he almost feels like prying, getting closer to her.
But that’s just not a Jongup thing, he won’t ever get too curious, he would just offer them space and if they feel like talking, then he’s going to be there.
“I think the lake offers us a nice place for thinking.” It’s supposed to be something okay to start a conversation but Jongup remembers the times in Durmstrang when he would spend hours just looking at the frozen lake, conjuring spells to melt down the ice so he could swim until his bones and muscles would be freezing and he wouldn’t have any other thought in his head but the pain and the feeling he might die from the cold.
At those times he wouldn’t remember of his family and how he was sent to another school because for them a place close to home wasn’t the best place for him. nothing was ever good for him, they thought.
And they were wrong, of course.
“Would you care for some company?” he offers the question to her. If she doesn’t want it, he would take a step back and find another place for his own musings, the lake is quite large for two small people like them.
She’s averted her eyes away from him the moment she had greeted him, eyes taking in the vast lake and the ripples the breeze makes as brush against the surface of the lake. Her toes curl against the grass, feeling the soft soil since they were quite close to bodies of water. She pulls her coat closer her person, yet it does little because she is still cold inside. She feels all too vulnerable to even be comfortable in her own skin, but she’s tired of pretending, even if it’s just for tonight.
“Company would be appreciated.” She mutters softly, glancing up at him and back to the lake, scooting just a bit closer to be able to dip her feet into the water, “Merlin knows I probably need it right now.” and she laughs. It was neither genuine or amused, but hollow. Veneris sits down at the edge, dangling her legs in the freezing cold water, “I suppose I need someone that isn’t Thierry, nor Branwen to keep me grounded.” she mutters the last to herself, “Usually I’d tell you to go back to your common room, don’t I?”
She reaches and rubs the sleep off her eyes, the bags under her eyes a telltale sign that for the past few days she hadn’t been sleeping well, and as someone who has fast metabolism, one could easily tell that she also hadn’t been eating right if they knew her enough. Branwen had been concerned and kept nagging her, to the point where her annoyance actually resulted in snapping at him. She refused to talk to anyone after that.
“It’s snowing outside!”
baby, it’s cold outside! status: accepting!
Her eyebrow twitches as the sound of his voice cut through the silence of the currently quiet great hall. It was the holidays, thus many of the students have chosen to spend their holiday vacation in their respective homes, and Veneris is thankful that most of the loud students had indeed went home, and she can spend her 4th year staying over for the holidays in peace and quiet.
Or so she thought.
The loud exclamation of the gryffindor boy (how is she not surprised by this?) caused some of his fellow gryffindors to cheer, and her eyebrow twitches once more as she closes her herbology book and pushed her half-finished plate of food away, standing up from her seat and brushing past some of the students that are heading out to play in the snow. She clears her throat, and with a voice loud enough for them to hear, she says,
“That’s very observant of you to say.”
“it’s snowing outside!”
baby, it’s cold outside! status: accepting!
Looking up from her astronomy book, default frown on her face, she stares at the hufflepuff student then at the direction they’re looking at. Indeed it is snowing, the soft looking specks of snow falling down in randomized pattern. It wasn’t too much that it would hinder any classes from continuing, but more on like the tempting feeling of wanting to go outside. She places a bookmark between the pages of her book and closes it shut, places it inside her bag, and she walks over the taller girl, tugs on her robes, and tilts her head to the side, gesturing towards the window,
“Do you want to build a snowman?”
“Do we really have to spend Christmas with them?”
baby, it’s cold outside! status: accepting!
She doesn’t even glance up at him, instead glances at the rather large group of people that had decided they all needed some bonding time. She spies her king, Thierry, and her insufferable older brother amongst the crowd, and she already feels the headache she’d be getting. When the crowd gets rowdy, and she spots the lone gryffindor in the crowd and her eyebrow twitches did she look up at her cousin. Lips pursed, she reaches and tugs on the sleeve of his coat and parts her lips to say,
“It’s never too late to spend Christmas someplace else. Let’s go before they see us.”
“You’re leaving out cookies and milk to encourage an old fat man to break into our house?”
baby, it’s cold outside! status: accepting!
"By house you mean Hogwarts, then yes.” There is a playful gleam in her eyes as she sets down a tray filled with cookies and a glass of milk on a table. She even goes so far as to write a little note that says ‘Do not touch, for Santa Claus only.’. She sets the card in front of the glass of milk, keeping it upright and for everyone to see.
“Personally I don’t believe in him, but if he’s ever real, don’t you just find it interesting on how he’ll be able to get in?”
“That snowball went right in my ear.”
baby, it’s cold outside! status: accepting!
There is a savage grin on her face as she waves her wand, several more snowballs lifting off the snow covered ground and levitating beside her. She’s clad in her school robes, with the addition of the thick slytherin colored scarf wrapped around her neck that practically swallows half of her face just for warmth, hands protected by black gloves. “Great.” She chirps, the competitive gleam in her eyes not wavering one bit, and with another wave of her wand, the snowballs hurl at his direction in a fast motion, the spell she casts under her breath enchants the snowballs to follow after him until he’s hit,
“Guess where the next one is going to hit. Run.”
“You’re so warm, don’t move.”
baby, it’s cold outside! status: accepting!
She pauses in squirming, a soft groan slipping past her lips as she feels his arms tighten around her, ignoring the telltale signs of a headache throbbing against her skull. It was a cold morning, if the sight of the snow falling outside the window just beside the bed where they lay isn’t a giveaway already, and a shiver runs down her spine as she sits up, hearing him complain about the cold, and straddles him by the hips, her long hair a tangled mess and she could only guess her lips are bruised as his own. Letting her eyes look around the slytherin dorm room she currently only occupies (as her roommates are away for the holidays), she spots a few of their clothes laying on the floor, and the empty bottle of wine at her bedside table.
They were still clothed, him still in his jeans, her still in her skirt and the tanktop she always wears under her school dress shirt. Another shiver and she reaches for her wand, mutters ‘accio’ and points it at his dress shirt, easily slipping on and letting herself drown in the fabric and in his scent. Setting aside her wand, she lays on top of him once more, covering their bodies with the silk covers and she sighs in content, burying her face on the crook of his neck, pressing her body closer to his inviting warmth, her curves easily fitting against his, like perfect pieces of a puzzle. She gives him butterfly kisses, her breath fanning against his neck as she soaks up this entire moment, unsure when this will happen again, or if at all.
She slips her hand in his free one’s, fingers slipping in the space between his’ and curls around it, clasping his hand gently, but firmly, hidden under the covers,
“I’ll only move away if you wish me to, Jeonghan.”
“But it’s cold outside.”
baby, it’s cold outside! status: accepting!
“That’s what charms and spells are for.” Veneris quips, fur trimmed coat already worn and heeled boots tapping along the floor of the slytherin common room. Her purse hangs at her sides, filled with galleons to spend, “I am not missing that sale, Eunwoo.” she gripes childishly, pout forming on her lips, “besides, it’s a great way to purchase any more... gifts I may be able to give out.”
“I am not dressing up as an elf again…”
baby, it’s cold outside! status: accepting!
“’again’?” She echoes, amusement clear in her tone of voice as she lifts up the christmas elf costume and presses it against his chest. It was christmas holidays, and for once, she isn’t spending it alone. She pulls the fabric away with a hum, spying his look and chuckling quietly to herself, “alright, perhaps your lover would volunteer? He might be a tall one, but I’m sure this’ll fit.” she teases, folding the outfit neatly.
“He does have the ears already.”
[ ' the gift is charmed to appear only on the exact day of christmas. the box is simple--adorned in deep red and shimmering gold, with curlicues and fleur 'de lis subtly moving along its surface. inside the box is a pair of ceramic earrings, red gerbera daisies set in 24k gold, the yellow buds in the middle replaced with glittering topaz stones. a card sits atop the simple box ] for cheerfulness. merry christmas, veneris. [ ' it writes, but no name is signed to denote the sender ]
She wonders, as she stares the small box on her lap as she sits in one of the slytherin common room’s leather couches, how this present managed to be delivered to her without her knowing. She takes a moment to run her fingers against the side of the box, before she lifts the lid and a she takes a sharp intake of breath at the sight of the contents. Beautiful wasn’t even a word suitable, it was an understatement, and when she gingerly picks up the earrings to inspect them closer, she realizes, with her heart hammering in her chest, that the shape and color is the same as a red gerbera daisy. She stares at the accessory for a while more, remembering the every curve, every shine, before she slips off her current earrings and replaces it with the most gorgeous earrings she can ever have.
She’s quick to locate a nearby mirror, seeing her reflection and the glittering piece of accessory and a real gerbera daisy ducked between her hair. A genuine smile tugs on her lips as her fingers brushes against the earrings once more, before she tucks her hair behind her ear, proudly displaying her gift. Veneris sits back down on the couch, reaching for the card that leaves no trace on who the sender might be, and traces a finger on the written letters. Idly, she wonders if the sender is an admirer, but she immediately scoffs at the thought, who would be foolish enough to present her an expensive gift when they’re unsure if she feels the same? Then she thinks of Jeonghan, of Branwen–who has been with her the majority of her life, and she supposes it could be them.
Enough, she thinks after a while as she stands up to walk out of the common room, I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.
it's christmas! i know the season leaves people aching for something — is there anyone in particular you wished you could spend christmas with? beyond family? anyone you wish you could say, face to face right now, merry christmas?
The thought of spending Christmas with her family gives her a bitter feeling and she makes a face, the memory from years ago resurfacing and it dampens the cheerful mood. Her mind wanders afterwards, hand petting her black cat that she cradles in her arms. She matches faces with names, and yet none of the current people she’s most fond of gives her the intense feeling she feels whenever she thinks about her ideal christmas holiday. She then decides to mentally look through names of people she knows, faces she’s seen passing by, and at one point there is a pang in her chest. A quiet sigh leaves her lips when she is able to connect the dots and she pulls her cat closer to her person. This was not the time to be catching feelings for someone.
“There is.”
It’s just a matter of who that person is.
Send one of the following for my Muse's reaction (Winter version)
rockinrpmemes:
“I think I’m coming down with something.”
“Do you want to help me make some mulled wine?”
“Bah Humbug.”
“All I want for Christmas is you.”
“Well, I guess we’re right under the mistletoe!”
“I wish I got someone else for Secret Santa…”
“It’s snowing outside!”
“We need to hide the presents.”
“I burnt my hand trying to roast chestnuts.”
“Wake up, I want my presents.”
“I am not dressing up as an elf again…”
“Get out from under the tree!”
“That’s the cutest snow angel I’ve ever seen.”
“Do you know any carols?”
“Your hands are freezing don’t touch me!”
“Do we really have to spend Christmas with them?”
“Nice sweater…”
“You’re so warm, don’t move.”
“That snowball went right in my ear.”
“We can’t share a scarf- what do you think you’re doing?!”
“But it’s cold outside.”
“I don’t understand how me dressing up as a present benefits anyone…”
“Stay still, I can’t reach the top of the tree!”
“You smell like cinnamon.”
“I think my teeth have frostbite.”
“I’m going to be late, the roads are icy.”
“You look like Rudolph the red nose reindeer.”
“Come back here- you’re not leaving without your coat.”
“You’re leaving out cookies and milk to encourage an old fat man to break into our house?”
“I think I got some tinsel up my nose.”
