Roman Pascal Elior

My name is Roman Elior. I'm a 3rd level student at the Durmstrang Institute. I specialize in curses and spell crafting. I come from, well, everywhere. I live and travel with a wizarding circus outside of school.

[milo-ryan-blog]

Milo sighed, relieved that he hadn’t done anything too over-the-top with Roman while he’d been drunk, then followed the other male’s gaze to the crumpled shirt on the floor with another, less-relieved, sigh.  He was pulled out of trying to remember exactly what had happened by Roman mentioning their pants; glancing down at his own sleep pants, he blushed even more, realizing his had an elastic waistband.  ”Maybe yours would’ve, but…” he trailed off, before burying his face in his hands.  ”I’m sorry.”

[roman-elior]

Roman shrugged and shook his head. "Stop apologizing, I wasn't as drunk as you but I had some alcohol in me as well, so it's definitely not one hundred percent on you." Roman bumped shoulders with Milo and pushed away from the headboard with an large exhale of breathe. "Well, I personally wouldn't say no to a shower at this point, though." 

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Milo’s blush only deepened at the mention of what else he’d done while apparently roaring drunk on more than a few of Noah’s drinks.  ”I, uh, you didn’t get hurt, did you?” he asked, running a hand through his hair as he looked down at his feet, away from Roman.  In the process, he noticed even more of the hickeys, only blushing even more.  ”I mean, the rest of our clothes stayed on, right?” he asked, needing to make sure.

[roman-elior]

Roman nodded, noting the deepening blush on Milo's face. "Yeah, shirts only." Roman glanced down towards the floor, where Milo's shirt had ended up, along side his suspenders which he'd unclipped sometime in the night. He glanced down at his trousers, which were growing ever more uncomfortable to be in by the moment. "These, however," Roman tugged at one of his belt loops. "I think would've proved difficult to get off while drunk." Roman added with a smile. 

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Milo paled for a moment before blushing deeply, ducking his head.  ”I can’t believe I - not that you aren’t - I don’t - uhm,” he stammered, falling back to sit next to Roman with an embarrassed huff.  After a long moment of silence, he squinted over at the other male nervously, before quietly asking, “Anything other than making out?”

[roman-elior]

Roman smiled and laughed lightly, letting his head rest against the headboard. He turned his head towards the right and raised an eyebrow. "Well," His eyes smiled and his lips tightened in a thin line, recalling the moment, which, looking back on it, had been quite amusing. "You did try to flip me over, which I'm sure would've worked well if you weren't on the edge of the bed." 

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in the east || milo and roman

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Milo smiled sheepishly, shaking his head as he remembered how scared he’d been of running into a wyvern in the forest overnight.  ”Nah, managed to avoid one of those,” he admitted, before holding up his previously injured wrist.  ”Just got bitten by a whatever-you-call-em, that’s all.”

[roman-elior]

Roman smiled and drew his knees up, pushing to his feet. "Well then, I'm glad to hear," Roman responded, stretching an arm across his chest. "Can't have you becoming wyvern food, can we? That would be unfortunate," Roman turned and gave Milo a half grin.

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Milo hadn’t seen Roman look sheepish before, at least not in the short time he’d known him, so seeing the other man smiling up at him like that from the bed while they both were shirtless and covered in hickeys threw him for a loop.  ”…Hi,” he replied, still taken aback and confused.  Then Roman handed him a small vial, but Milo didn’t drink it just yet, a little suspicious of what the other male was handing him.  That is, until Roman said it would help his headache before swallowing his own.  He swallowed his with a grimace of his own, waiting a moment before speaking again.  ”Remember what?  What did I do?” he asked, still worried.

[roman-elior]

Roman tossed the vial into a wastebasket a few feet away and dragged his hands over his face, letting his hands drop onto his lap. Well, that certainly confirmed his suspicions of Milo not being able to remember. If his body language had said anything, his words had only just confirmed that. "Um, well... Long story short there was making out. Lots of it." 

[axel-frey]

Axe looked up at Roman and let out a chuckle. That was city folk for you though, he thought, always worrying about something or the other. No matter though, if it’d make Roman feel more comfortable to come than not, than Axel didn’t mind. Hell, he’d probably even enjoy the company. “If ya want to come you’re more than welcome.” 

"No probably not." Axe grinned and shook his head. "I’ll certainly try my best though!"

[roman-elior]

"Sounds like we have a plan then, don't we?" Roman said. "Only thing we need to discuss is the when."

[milo-ryan-blog]

in the east || milo and roman

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Milo ducked his head at the mention of missing classes, knowing it was mostly his fault that Roman had missed breakfast and his first class.  ”Sorry,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.  ”I’m, uhm, still a bit tired?  I didn’t really sleep much out - outside.”  Then an idea struck him, and he scrambled for where his coat lay crumpled on the floor, searching through it for a moment.  ”Also, uhm, thanks for this; it really helped,” he said, pulling the small jar of fire out of his coat pocket and holding it out for Roman to take.  

[roman-elior]

Roman nodded and reached out to take the jar into his hand. "Not a problem, happy to help." Roman said tapping the jar with his wand to quel the fire. "At any rate, did run into any wayward wyverns, did you?" Roman said with a small smile, sliding the jar onto the bedside table.

[milo-ryan-blog]

Milo groaned again, one hand flying to his forehead as a nasty headache made itself known.  After a particularly large wave of pain, he opened his eyes to squint down at himself, only to gasp.  Hickeys dotted his upper chest and collarbones, and some quick prodding of his neck revealed even more.  Of course, he didn’t remember anything past the third drink Noah had given him - who’d he ended up in bed with?  Then that someone spoke, and Milo felt his face go pale as he recognized the voice.  ”Roman?” he asked, voice pitched a little higher than normal as he glanced down at the other man.  ”What…?” he trailed off, still confused about what’d happened.  

[roman-elior]

Roman smiled sheepishly and half raised a hand in acknowledgement. "Hi," he said simply. He mentally made a jab at himself, because really, 'hi'? Roman opened his mouth to say something, but the words didn't come. He looked away, as if something in the room would aid him, and his eyes landed on his bedside table where two familiar vials laid. Ah, yes, good. He reached over and scooped the two vials into his hand, and held one out to Milo. "Here, drink up. It'll help with the uh," he gestured towards his head, "headache." He uncorked the vial and downed it's contents. He made something of a face, bitter. "Also might help you remember? Not sure what variety of the potion Finn made," Roman said as an afterthought. 

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Milo just closed his eyes and shifted again, this time making sure his legs were tangled with Roman’s out of spite for being called ridiculous.  ”You’re ridiculous-” he retorted sleepily, finally falling still, “-I’m just drunk.”  With that, he let out a huff of air and slipped into a deep sleep.

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It wasn’t the light filtering through the window that woke Milo, but the slow, steady beat of someone’s heart against his cheek, pulling him gently into the waking world.  He shifted a little, letting out a little sigh, before realizing with a jolt that he was pressed against a shirtless chest.  Moving quickly, he sat up, before groaning as his head spun.  ”Wha-” he said quietly, before realizing that he was shirtless as well.  ”What.”

[roman-elior]

The night passed quickly, like the blink of an eye, and it wasn't to Roman's surprise that he fell asleep shortly after Milo did. He should've expected what followed the following morning. 

Only he probably had no idea what to expect in the slightest. When he woke, it was slowly. He was drowsy, and he knew if he tried to wake quickly and sit up he'd have to nurse a head ache, hell he could feel it right now, subtly lurking in the back of his mind as he laid there, in his bed with Milo sprawled across him. He looked down at the boy, noting the scattered love bites across his neck and shoulders. Knowing his own habits he bet that there were some along Milo's collarbones, hidden from view. He laid there for a while, letting the head ache meander. And then eventually, Milo woke up. His reaction was amusing, but Roman also winced, knowing he probably shouldn't have done anything that they had done the previous night - especially given that Milo was, well, fairly drunk. There was no telling how much Milo remembered. "Morning..." Roman said softly, offering half a smile. 

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in the east || milo and roman

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Milo watched, biting his lip, as Roman inspected his wand, hoping that everything was alright.  The news that he hadn’t cracked or broken the other male’s wand let him relax, settling back against the bed with a relieved sigh.  ”I’m glad,” he said quietly, smiling over at Roman as he ran a hand through his hair and yawned himself.  He froze when the man offered to let him see the wand, shaking his head - what if his magic lashed out through the unfamiliar wand and broke it anyways?  ”I, uhm, I’ll trust your judgement, thanks.”

[roman-elior]

Roman smiled and lifted his wand to slide it atop the bedside table to his left. "No worries," He said, feeling around on the surface for his watch. Finding it, he pulled it down, catching the time once again. Talk about a late start. "Well, we've missed breakfast, our first class and probably the next one depending how we're feeling - how're you feeling by the way?" 

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in the east || milo and roman

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Milo watched quietly as the other male looked over his wand, biting his lip and rubbing the back of his neck.  “‘s not cracked, is it?” he asked, gesturing vaguely at where Roman’s wand lay.  He was still a little too tired for it to show, but Milo was worried; breaking or even cracking another wizard’s wand during a fall was right up his alley, and he knew he’d feel horrible if it was.

[roman-elior]

Roman reached over and plucked his wand off the floor, he brought it to his eyes and gave it a quick inspection. “Nope, everything seems well. Wand has been through a lot, this one. She’s sturdy enough.” Roman said, following his words up with a yawn he covered with his hand. He glanced over to Milo and gave him a sleepy smile. There was a bit of worry in his eyes, and Roman reached out to hand his wand to Milo. “Here, see for yourself. Right as rain.”

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Milo turned his head just enough that he could see Roman out of the corner of one of his eyes, the rest of his face still hidden in the sheets and mattress beneath him.  He grinned at the sound of the other male’s laugh, before letting out an indignant noise when Roman began pushing him towards the far side of the bed, gripping onto the bed tightly and resisting the other male’s pushing.  ”No,” he protested, glaring up at Roman for a long moment before finally relenting and yanking the man down beside him, immediately sprawling out on top of Roman and resting his head on the male’s chest once more.

[roman-elior]

Being pulled down onto the bed and being blanketed by the drunk muggleborn was not something Roman had been expecting, And yet he went along with it anyways, allowing Milo to sprawl atop him on the bed. Roman smiled softly and shook his head slightly. "You're ridiculous," he said, closing his eyes. Five minutes ago they had been making out, which probably wasn't a good idea, and then now the other young man was determined to use him as a pillow. 

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Milo sighed, pressing his face into Roman’s chest more insistently.  ”I’m not on the floor, I’m on you,” he said, almost insistent on staying where they were.  Then Roman mentioned pillows, and Milo sighed exasperatedly, rolling off of the other male in an exaggerated move before slowly and clumsily clambering onto the bed.  ”There,” he said, sprawled almost entirely across the mattress on his stomach with his face pressed into the pillows, muffling his voice.  ”Bed.”

[roman-elior]

Roman gave a near sigh of relief when Milo rolled off of him, allowing him to push himself off the ground. He sat there for a second or two, while Milo situated himself on the bed before pushing himself to his feat. He shook his limbs some, almost stumbling. He made to get on the bed after Milo, but after a moment's thought dug his hand into his pocket to pull out the two vials he'd taken from the party. He slid them onto the bedside table, and then looked at the way Milo was sprawled across his mattress. Bemused, Roman laughed some before reaching out to push Milo towards one side of the bed, or as much as he could. "Scooch over you mooch," Roman said tiredly. 

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Milo just hummed again at Roman’s words, not even moving to open his eyes.  ”Bed might be comfier, but down here’s less effort,” he mumbled, punctuating the last word with a vague wave of his hand.  ”B’sides, you’re warmer.”  After a brief yawn, the muggleborn just shifted on top of Roman to get comfier, before settling down with a quiet sigh.  ”Still comfy.”

[roman-elior]

Roman frowned and leaned his head back against the stone floor. "Floor is cold. Bed is warmer with blankets. And pillows, Milo, pillows." Roman mumbled, eyes halfway shut. 

[milo-ryan-blog]

Milo blinked up at Roman from where his chin rested on the man’s chest, still a little confused as to how he’d ended up on the floor on top of his RA.  When the other male asked about his teeth, Milo took a moment to run his tongue over his teeth, making sure they were all there and unchipped before nodding and laughing.  ”Yeah, I’m fine.”  He grinned and rested his head on the other male’s chest, humming and closing his eyes.  ”You’re comfy.”

[roman-elior]

Roman chuckled when Milo rested his head on his chest, even more so at his words. Roman smiled and squinted down at Milo. "Mhm... You know what's even comfier? The bed. You may think I'm comfy, but the floor damn hurts." Roman said almost wistfully, running one of his hands idly through Milo's hair. 

[axel-frey]

Axe looked up at Roman and let out a chuckle. That was city folk for you though, he thought, always worrying about something or the other. No matter though, if it’d make Roman feel more comfortable to come than not, than Axel didn’t mind. Hell, he’d probably even enjoy the company. “If ya want to come you’re more than welcome.” 

"No probably not." Axe grinned and shook his head. "I’ll certainly try my best though!"

[roman-elior]

Roman tucked his hands in his pockets and shook his head. "Yeah sure, that sounds great." In all actuality he wasn't fond of going down in the tunnels - especially knowing that they knew near nothing about what was down there. Students weren't supposed to be down there - and Axel was a determined guy. If he couldn't dissuade him from going down alone, going with him was the next best option. 

"Sounds swell then." Roman said. 

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Milo tightened his grip in Roman’s hair as Roman moved back over him, smiling and laughing between kisses and nips.  At the roll of the other male’s hips against his, he pressed his head back into the man’s hand, biting his lip.  He hooked an arm around Roman’s waist, holding the older man close as he surged upwards to roll them over.  What he wasn’t expecting, however, was the fact that he’d basically been lying at the edge of the bed; he’d just rolled the pair of them off the bed.  He landed on top of Roman with a thud, teeth clacking together almost painfully, before he just lay there, breathless.  

[roman-elior]

There was nothing quite like a wake up call that was as effective as crashing onto a stone floor with somebody on top of you. Roman gave a groan that ended with a light laugh. He let his head thud back towards the floor and grimaced. "Ouch," Roman said shortly. He lifted his head slightly and looked down at Milo. "You okay? Teeth clacked pretty hard, huh?" Roman said, closing his mouth to run his tongue over his teeth. All seemed to be in order there, thankfully.