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@misunderstoodspencer
Dear Spence,Â
Thought Iâd give you a taster of one of my favourite whiskeys â if you donât take a fancy to it, I hope youâll save some for me next time we get together.Â
And, if you donât, then donât worry â at least you have something good to play.
A.Â
2, 12, 22, 32, 42, 52, 62
2: Have you ever been deeply in love?
Iâm unsure. There was someone I believe I was in deeply in love with but I have nothing to compare it against so for all I know it could have just been a deep infatuation with them.
12: How many people have you ever hooked up with?
I really donât see how this is any business of yours. Two people.
22: Do you think people should date their friends?
I could see how that could become messy but Iâd like to think Iâd consider the person I date as a friend which is practically the same thing, no?
32: Have you ever been in an abusive relationship?
What an utterly ridiculous question. Next.
 42: Have you ever read âRomeo and Julietâ?
Have I read what?Â
52: Are you good at giving other people advice regarding dating/ relationships?
No and nor would I want to anyway.
62: How do you define âcheatingâ?
Well, I suppose it would be kissing someone behind your partnerâs back but I suppose there could be other things that could be considered at such - perhaps exchanging love letters or engaging in a suggestive conversation where there is an intent behind it.
Phoebe Tonkin & Matthew Daddario Manip. (requested by me.)
Donât repost, only reblog. Donât remove the credit. Donât edit.
espresso-pctronum·:
âPsh, no you donât. You see nothing.â She tried to play it off coolly as she tucked her hair behind her ear. âIâll have you know they make the perfect view. Iâm imagining what kind of imagery I can turn it into when I think of a spell.â
âIf youâre trying to play it off itâs really not working for you. If anything youâre making it more obvious.â Spencer pointed out looking at her somewhat amused and somewhat baffled by her stupidity. âYouâre literally the worst liar Iâve ever met, and anyway, if they make a perfect view why would you want to change it?âÂ
HEADCANON #001
Spencer can play the piano and is actually very good at it. His mother made him start lessons at age seven, and he still enjoys playing despite his piano teacher hitting him around the back of the head every time he played a note wrong.Â
When the truth walks away, everybody stays Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay So if you walk away, who is gonna stay Cause Iâd like to make the world be a better place
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Closed starter ||Â @slytherdrew
Spencer had already begun to doubt the plans heâd made with Andrew. He wanted to go and he wanted to finally be able to let loose for once but the whole thing was rather risky. It would be nice to get to know the blond a bit better, though the fact he didnât know the Slytherin all that well worried him. Who knows what he would say once heâd gotten drunk-- who knows what Andrew would do with what he heard or saw. He shook his head trying to rid himself of the thoughts. No, heâd go there and have some fun -- maybe even make a friend. There was something about the blond that drew him in. Not to mention his good looks. Anyway, he was glad to have a reason to get out of the house, he just wished he could have left before his father got home but the male knew if he did his father would make him regret it later. Peering over at the alarm clock beside his bed he saw that he still had an hour or two to go before he had set off. Heâd already been to shops to buy some firewhisky and some beers, along with some crisps and sweets. The items has been stuffed in a carrier bag and hidden behind the coat stand by the front door.
A sigh left his lips as he tried to think of something to do to pass the time. Heâd already ensured the house was tidy for his fatherâs return. Yawning, he decided to crash on his bed while he waited.
Next thing the male knew he was being woken by his fatherâs booming voice shouting up the stairs. Cursing, he pushed himself up off of the bed running a hand through his hair. âComing.â He shouted back before picking up the pot of hair wax by his mirror and rubbing it on his hands before running it through his hair styling it. Once he was finished he made his way downstairs. He always dreaded the walk down the stairs, knowing what or rather who waited for him at the bottom of them. Spencer could only hope that his father wasnât in too bad of a mood. âHey.â His voice was quiet and meek. His father only nodded to acknowledge him. âErm, I was just wondering if it would be okay for me to go out?â The male found himself chewing on his lip nervously. His father raised his brow.        âGo out where?â He asked turning his head to finally look at his son.        Spencer paused knowing he couldnât tell him he was going to Andrewâs house. He could imagine how that would go down. Instead, he went with someone he knew his father would be okay with. âJust to Odessaâs, Sir. I wanted to go check on her after what happened.â Spencer replied feeling guilty for using his cousinâs condition to sneak out. His father just sighed before rolling his eyes.        âYouâre to be back before midnight, do I make myself clear?â He gave Spencer a warning look that told him what would happen if disobeyed. Spencer just nodded.        âYes, sir.â It didnât take long for the male to make his way to the blondâs house. He brought his hand up to knock on the door before taking a step back.
youawitchiris·:
Iris shook her head in response, lips forming a thin line as she then dropped her hand from his arm, and back to her lap. âYou were always braver than me, Spencer - perhaps I was a coward for running away.â She then shrugged her shoulders once again.
Spencer scoffed at the femaleâs statement. âIâve never been brave Iris, I wouldnât be in this mess if I was.â He muttered bitterly letting the words slip from his lips before he could stop them. âYou were brave for leaving. Between you and me - you did the right thing.âÂ
slytherdrew·:
âThatâs the easiest kind of private.â Andrew said, a smirk slowly finding its way to his lips. A light chuckle filled the space around them and the blond nodded. âWell, how does my place sound?â He asked, raising a brow as he met the wizardâs gaze again. âMy sister shouldnât be around for the night.â He added, to reassure him.
The male gave a small laugh, running a hand through his hair. âErm, yeah, that sounds great.â He replied before clearing his voice. âWhat should I bring?â The alcohol was a given but he wasnât all that sure whether he would need anything else.Â
espresso-pctronum·:
âWhat makes you think Iâm looking at you? I could be looking at that beautiful scenic view that is behind your head.â
âYou mean other than the fact I can see you staring directly at me?â He asked raising a brow at the female before glancing over his shoulder, âRight, because a brick wall and a dustbin make a great scenic view, do they?â
slytherdrew·:
Andrew returned the wizardâs smile. âIâm sure weâd be able to.â It shouldnât have been too difficult. âAnd how private would you like it?â He asked, raising a brow, tongue running along his bottom lip. When the wizard further expressed his interest, his lips curled upwards. âThen we better work quick, donât you think?âÂ
Spencer smiled in reply trying not to think too much about who he was making the plans with. It was one thing getting drunk behind his fatherâs back but secretly getting drunk with a muggleborn-- his father would kill him. He knew he was meant to hate the male in front of him but he struggled to find it within himself. The blond had been nothing but polite with him, and there had been no judgments cast which he often found people doing after finding out his surname. If anything he found himself wanting to get to know the wizard more. âPrivate enough so that itâs just the two of us?â He replied eyes fixed on the maleâs lips as his tongue brushed across them. A smirk tugged at his lips as he gave a small chuckle. âYes, I think that would be best.â
youawitchiris·:
Iris knew it would be more difficult than just a simple apology to get Spencer back into her life, she knew him well enough to know just how stubborn he could be. The fact that he had even admitted that he missed her was a surprise to her. âI tried to come back for you, you know. I didnât- I couldnât-â Iris stopped herself from speaking then lowered her gaze to her lap. âThey were on high alert, they were looking for me- I couldnât get to you..â The raven haired young woman sighed softly.
The male looked up to meet Irisâ gaze shocked by her admission. Shaking his head he looked back down at the floor. âI wouldnât have come anyway.â He admitted flatly with a bitter expression. âI was never as brave as you-- still arenât.âÂ
youawitchiris·:
Iris sighed heavily, brows drawing together. She should have expected as much from the male. She knew full well that she wouldnât have been welcomed back into his life with open arms. The raven haired young woman nodded her head. âOf course I did, Spence.. I never wanted to lose you.. I just- I saw my opportunity to get away from her once and for all so- I took it.â Iris explained, tongue passing through her lips before a soft sigh followed. âIâm so sorry, Spencer..â The young woman sighed once again, her gaze falling to her lap.
Some may have thought the male was being harsh on the female after all she hadnât really done anything wrong, sheâd just managed to do what he couldnât. Escape. Maybe he was just jealous. He gave a sigh shaking his head. âItâs fine. I donât blame you... not really. I just --â He fell silent as he gave a humourless laugh. âI missed you too.âÂ