Impossible. Scorpius was an incorrigible, stubborn little brat and Nik would make sure his boyfriend was well aware of the fact, once he was back to being himself and able to chastise him in a more loving way. Or maybe the hard way would be better, because this stupid, adorable blond was putting his arse on the line, oblivious to the finer points of it. Somehow Nikolai hadn’t made the right impression on him, or rather he had but it had been the wrong thing to do in moments like this one.
“Leave the door open,” he commanded harshly. Give the kid a fast way out, because the older one was grasping at straws as far as his self-control was concerned. He’d try, truthfully, not to be hurtful in his words or touches but nothing around him, not the moon he could feel pulling at him even as he was below ground, not the cold stone floor or the very air he breathed; nothing matched his confidence to keep himself in check. He would snap, inevitably, and he’d berate and hate himself for it later on. No matter how, he didn’t want to hurt Scorpius, and that should have been enough, a noble intention, to keep his boyfriend at bay but, woe was he, much too kind and naive for his own good.
Stalking forward like he held all the rage of the world in his legs, the gentleness with which he wrapped an arm around the younger snake, pulling him to the side, was directly proportional to the force with which he near-unhinged the door in an effort to open it. That was how it’d be, then: spare Scorpius, get rough with the furniture. One of those could be replaced, at least, and you’d never find Nikolai Vasile mourning material things. There was very little he got attached to, and school property wasn’t part of it – at least not on those nights. Already he was struggling to stay tame, the wolf bemoaning the lack of ferocious brutality in his every move. Why wasn’t he preparing his body like usual? Why couldn’t the human part of him let the rift between both natures grow, so the animal could feel the breeze and cold welcome of the world he’d soon join again? That wasn’t how things went between them, it wasn’t the pact, the word, the contract– what was wrong?
“Nothing’s wrong,” he made the mistake of whispering. “That’s–” Sigh. How could he make Scorpius understand without scaring him away for good? Because indeed there was that, too. For the first time he found himself timid, almost, and he skirted the issue of his short-tempered days just like he had avoided asking the kid out for weeks, put back flat out confirming his status, too. It was alarming the rate at which he could feel himself grow fonder of the Malfoy heir, and this confusion turned into anxious curiosity on the wolf’s part. Not the kind of meeting he was willing to arrange, by any means. “Thank you. For bringing things. I nearly bit someone’s hand off. She woke me up. I– maybe trying to sleep, yes. Yes.” Dislodging the blankets (warm, he could tell that much just by brushing them with his fingertips; and soft, too, like all things the little scorpion brought in his life), all carried precariously on the one free arm he had as the other was still vine-like around his other half, he rounded out on him, noses but a millimetre away from each other. “You can stay for a little while. A little. And you must promise to hex me if I make a jump for you, alright? Full body-bind, smash me up to the roof, blow one of my limbs to piece if you have to, okay? This isn’t a game. You have to promise.”
Well, that was certainly a tone he’d never heard in Nikolai’s voice. They’d gotten in small spats before but nothing of extreme consequence. Nothing that elicited an intonation like that. Scorpius just didn’t understand what the big deal was. It wasn’t as if tonight was the night of the full moon. For someone who other students were truthfully terrified of, Scorpius didn’t seem to grasp it. He knew Nikolai exaggerated his werewolf qualities whenever he needed to intimidate. Really, trying to intimidate him right now was just preposterous. Why did he mind being taken care of so much?
The dramatics were apparently needed. “You should be laying down. I can open the door…” He flinched the slightest bit in Nikolai’s arms and fought the instinct that was telling him to take a step back and away. Curling closer, he ran a hand down his boyfriend’s chest in a movement to pacify. Well, it was lucky the door was still on in it’s frame. With wide eyes, Scorpius searched Nikolai’s face for anger or even disappointment. This behavior was just bizarre and didn’t line up with the picture he had created in his head. He’d expected his boyfriend lying prone in bed, needing care and attention. Not someone who could rival the Quidditch players for pent up energy.
The younger snake tilted his head to the side with a bright curiosity that didn’t seem to quit. The room was tense. It seemed as if he had completely read the situation wrong. If anything, Nikolai’s changing moods were more comparable to the women of the castles’ times of the month than that of a supernatural change. “They’ve got a warming charm on them.” They were also charmed to smell like chamomile but Scorpius doubted Nikolai’s nose had overlooked that fact. He just wanted to make his boyfriend’s change as comfortable as possible. Was it so wrong to want to be included it what was a big part of his life? He was rather tired of being left in the dark. “I know this isn’t a game.” His sharp accent drawled out, showing his utter annoyance more than he wanted to let on. “I just want to help but I’m not going to hex you. No blowing up your limbs or toes or any part of you. Maybe a full body-bind but I usually like it when you make a jump for me.” Knowing it wasn’t the time or place, Scorpius leaned forward just slightly and rose on his toes to brush his nose against the older boy’s. “I know it’s not a game.” He echoed his earlier sentiment. “You can’t ask me to hex you but I will protect myself.”
baratheonpilled
romaincrisis
annaxmalina
janainaart
blakekathryn
discoholicmusic
yousharknotpass
kianamaiart
kaledo-art
