tucking his phone into his pocket, romeo smirks to himself. so many of the professors are on hwlr and, to his surprise, they are all thirsty for their students. the directness and the authority that professor addison blake commanded him had something stirring in the pit of his stomach. he's already half hard thinking about what might take place. he makes his way from the magical theory campus, to the arcane law and governance buildings. he slips into the professor chambers and makes his way to the professor's lodgings.
he takes his phone out, texting i'm here. smirking to himself, waiting for the professor to open the door and put him on his knees.
Location: Enchanted sex maze
For: Romeo @gildedhex
Cassian was never one of the ones that charmed the maze into existence, but he was always fond of it. Always simple in its design, there was no fuss or pretending, just a place to get lost in the dark and find whoever you needed in the moment. He tapped his wand against one of the doors, marking it as claimed and making it easier for the other to find. The room was simple: a bed that looked comfy and some condoms if needed. He was taking his mask off, tossing it to the side along with his shirt, when he heard the door unlocking. "Well, I hope it wasn't too hard to find. Tired to use the orgy as a natural landmark."
ā POINT ME, CASSIAN ROSIER. ā THE WORDS COME OUT EASILY, HIS WAND IN hands as he steps into the maze. his cock is already half hard in his dress pants. HWLR, for all it's flaws, is pretty useful when there's tons of eligible partners around doing the same thingāin this case, the midnight convocation and some extra fun on the side. he follows the path that his wand takes him until he comes to the marked door. he slips inside, locking it once again behind him. ā there's spells for tracking people, rosier. don't worry, i didn't get lost. ā he smirks as he steps forward, unbuttoning his pants with a wave of his wand. ā get on your knees. ā
nameĀ Ā : Ā Ā romeo alexander valiente.
nicknamesĀ Ā : Ā Ā ro, rom, valiente.
age Ā : Ā Ā thirty.
genderĀ Ā : Ā Ā cis-man.
pronouns Ā : Ā Ā he & him.
college Ā : Ā Ā post graduate student of the college of arcane theory and spellcraft.
blood status Ā : Ā Ā pureblood.
hometown Ā : Ā Ā san francisco, california.
current residence Ā : Ā Ā wickerby, eldriche common, or manhattan, new york.
Ā
MAGICAL APPTITUDE
abilities Ā : Ā Ā nonverbal magic, legilimency, working toward becoming an animagus.
wand Ā : Ā Ā 11 and 3/4 inches, alder wood, phoenix tail feather, sturdy.
patronus Ā : Ā Ā lynx.
boggart Ā : Ā Ā losing his ability to perform magic.
amortentia Ā : Ā Ā cinnamon, smoke, vanilla, & fresh rain.
favorite spell Ā : Ā Ā one of his own creation.
VANITY.Ā
height Ā : Ā Ā 6'0".
weight Ā : Ā Ā 185 pounds.
hair Ā : Ā Ā thick & touchable, soft waves & curls, dark brown to black, longer on top & tapered at the sides, styled to look carefree & romantic instead of overly polished & uptight.
eyes Ā : Ā Ā almond shaped with a slightly heavier upper lid, a rich espresso brown with flecks of amber in the sunlight.
build Ā : Ā Ā broad-shouldered, athletic build that balances lean definition with noticeable muscle mass, especially through his chest, arms, and back. he carries himself with an easy confidence that makes his frame feel both powerful and relaxed rather than overly heavy. he's tall, narrow-waisted, and solidly built without excessive bulk.
notable features Ā : Ā Ā his sharp jawline and well defined cheekbones, the curve of his lips, his plump rear, his olive complexion and dark features.
PERSONALITY.Ā
skills Ā : Ā Ā spellcrafting, exceptional in transfiguration, dueling, athleticism, endurance.
hobbiesĀ Ā : Ā Ā creating and tampering with spells, reading, working out, enjoying himself.
quirks Ā Ā : Ā Ā crooked smiles to stop himself from smiling to broadly, always has at least three notebooks, even though he only uses one, when he knocks on a door he knocks seven times, always ties his left shoe first.
habits Ā Ā : Ā Ā always makes his bed after he's had a cup of coffee, writes a sentence or two in a notebook to describe his day before he sleeps, twists a ring he wears on his pinky finger.
positive traits Ā : Ā Ā charismatic, independent, intelligent, witty, enduring.
negative traitsĀ Ā : Ā Ā confrontational, deceptive, manipulative, proud, sarcastic.
likesĀ Ā : Ā Ā reading, spellcrafting, transfiguration, forests, fresh rain storms, lilacs, earl grey tea, black coffee.
dislikes Ā : Ā Ā idiocy, people who don't challenge themselves, people who get in his way, red in a monochromatic outfit, his father, wizarding politics.
There was no chance for Eryx to say no. As soon as the offer to climb the building was laid at his feet, the man that offered it had taken off like a bolt in the night. Far be it from him to pass up on a challenge, and the building did look like it had enough features that it would be easy to scale. "Come on, little hatchling," he spoke to the newborn dragon tucked away in his pocket. It should be back in the pens, but Eyrx was too attached, and if it was going to be paraded about to open the party, it should get to enjoy the night. "Is this a race to the top or a take-our-time situation?" he asked once he made it to the other's side and stopped in his tracks. "Next time I have a dragon tame enough to ride, I'll send you a message"
it wouldnāt be a surprise that adrian didnāt know where to put his hands. one of them eventually found koviās back, patting him to try and give comfort when he wasnāt quite sure how to go about it. a hug back probably wouldāve made things worse, especially since he wouldnāt be able to give much of a squeeze.
ādonāt be.ā he said firmly. adrian had gone on his own volition. adrian had chosen to try and stay between the others and the threats. adrian was proud that whatever happened to him didnāt happen to kovider, skylar, or quinn. he took a step back so that kovi could see how serious he was about that. āinstead, tell me what I missed.ā no doubt a lot happened after he went down and in the many, many days after.
it was hard not to be. kovider told him that he'd protect adrian, just like adrian protected them. he failed. he'd been stuck, motionless, and watched it happen. he still sees it happening when he closes his eyes but maybe with time it'll eventually fade.
he nods his head, pushing down the guilt. adrian didn't need that, now. "we..." how does he word it. "we decimated it. i think seeing what happened to you it just..." he mimes an explosion with his hands, fingers coming together then spreading apart. "we got angryāi got angryāand we fought. i...got through to my mother." he thinks, he hopes. "she...i think she was what kept you from being completely...gone."
a practiced liar, kovider wolfe has always been honest with himself. mostly. a people person and a crowd lover, while those are things he can be when necessary, aren't things he enjoys on the regular. now, forced to interact with a bunch of strangers and be praised by creatures he thought belonged in myth and legend, has him on edge.
the evening air is stifling and feels like a thick blanket is being wrapped around him. his skin feels too tight on his bones and he feels aware aware aware of everyone around him. every now and then, he turns his head toward someone about to ask a question about something he heard them say only to notice that they're talking to someone that isn't him.
he sighs and begins to move through the crowd, careful not to bump into anyone. he weaves through them until he's at the edge of the party and it's there that he can finally breathe again. he closes his eyes and inhales and lets it out in a shaky, rattling breath. he'd been able to get through college parties, he'd never been a guest of honor, he isn't sure how he'll manage with more of these. comfort, to some degree, isn't something he's inclined toward.
repeated like a mantra over and over and over again. he turns, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the outer rings of the party and he thinks he sees someone in the shadows.
"are you okay?" he calls out. "bones. skin. flesh. gristle." he repeats the words out loud, back to whoever might be there. "did you hurt yourself? or is it an after effect from ambrosia?"
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