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gryffxadara:
Her question causes Mark to break out into a fit of laughter, he leans back and covers his stomach with his arms. His whole frame shakes under the strength of his amusement. It takes a few moments for him to compose himself but there are still tears in the corners of his eyes as he meets Adara’s eyes. “I guess you could definitely say I am.” The way he speaks these words is overly fond.
acid drop
— future us
slyaria:
“yeah but remember your mom loves me more than she loves you? how about we just swap then?” aria asks with a laugh, cheek pressing just a little harder against his chest, warming her to the core. it was nice to just snuggle here, in quiet, the only ambient sounds were mark’s even breathing and the movement of the water the room was surrounded by.
but another familiar sound breaks the quiet and aria laughs, sitting up to straddle mark, looking down at him, all sleepy and cuddly. “let’s go eat and then come back to chill? and possibly pack to go home or we’re gonna be a mess.”
“i hope there’s fried chicken.” she muses softly, reaching to neaten mark’s fringe before standing up a little unsteadily, legs wobbly from the nap.
Mark’s face instantly falls into an easy pout, “But then I’d miss my mom too much.” He feels lethargic, warmness spreading deep down into the core of his chest. He never feels as warm as he does than with Aria pressed up against him whether it’s snuggling or hugs. He suffers a little bit when she pulls away, a frigid chill settling into his bones.
Mark’s eyes follow Aria’s stirrings and he tries to resist the urge to flush red at the sight of her suspended in movement above him. Chewing momentarily on his bottom lip in worry, he easily fell back into a grin. “You know its harder for you to pack than it is for me. You bring way too much stuff each time you come back.” Mark’s grin threatens to fall a little bit at the feeling of hands brushing at his fringe. He wants nothing more than to close his eyes and lean into her touch but he stamps down on the desire, leaving something inside of him to whisper coward.
“They better have fried chicken or I think my time here at Hogwarts might be done.” It’s much easier to fall back into old habits, hiding behind a teasing tone rather than being serious. An escape mechanism that Mark is way too familiar with.
slyaria:
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aria didn’t want to come to the ball, she hated the whole ‘cake your face with makeup and blink innocently to look pretty and like a present for the taking’ vibe these events hinted at for females. but she also hated that she couldn’t go with mark. not that he knows though. and she doesn’t forget that it is purely her fault that he has another girl as his date.
she tries to make her dress not flow so much - is that even the right word? - but the silk was impossible to tame and aria huffs, trying not to trip as she tiptoes down the flight of stairs halfway through.
everyone is already milling about, some people looked half-drunk already and aria is kinda really glad she can sort of blend into the crowd and be inconspicious.
but she regrets this already, it was awkward coming alone and some girls were beginning to laugh at her, she knows it, they are laughing at her.
(maybe not, but she is self-conscious, as always, whenever she’s in a fucking gown.)
Although it was a school ball, events like this do nothing but make Mark feel stiff. From the way the material of the dress robes hugs at the expanse of his shoulders, to the formal way they were encouraged to dance. Honestly it does nothing but reminds him of the balls his grandparents forced him to attend. If he tries hard enough, he probably could still hear his grandmother counting in his head as his feet moved in tune to the music. Excusing himself from Estelle, Mark made his way to the nearest table filled to the brim with food and punch bowls.
As his hand wraps around a full cup of punch, his eyes rove over the heavily decorated room. He’s fully convinced that Aria wouldn’t even step foot in here and it’s been weeks since he’s even been able to talk to her. Instead every time they lock eyes, she seemed to do nothing but flee in the opposite direction.
Lifting the goblet to his lips, he took a giant gulp, feeling hot beneath a large amounts of lamps and torches. Imagine his surprise to see Aria near the back of the room, milling about with a huge crowd of other students from various houses and years. Taking another gulp, he licked his lips and set the goblet down on the table. Moving through the crowd was near torture but what seemed like hours was probably only a few minutes until he was standing before her. “Hey.” Mark’s words are soft as he rubbed at the back of his neck in nerves.
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Chasing.
gryffxestelle:
running her fingers through her hair one last time before stepping out of the common room and into the corridor, she glances this way and that before her gaze lands on her date. perhaps her intentions of asking him to the ball weren’t exactly the most upstanding ( what will seungjun do if he sees her with another boy? ), but mark does owe her for letting her become almost dragon food and he’s not so bad when it really comes down to it. sure, it might seem more like a business transaction than a “promposal,” but can’t a girl have a little petty revenge?
“you clean up pretty well, tuan.” she grins at him, running her hand down his arm, the fabric soft under her touch, before she extends her hand towards the bouquet. “wait, are those lilies? did you get me flowers?” they might have formed a friendship under less than ideal circumstances, and they might just be that—friends—but she still appreciates the gesture. it shows in the sparkle in her eyes, the exclamation of her voice. “merlin, they’re so pretty. you really didn’t have to, you know.” somewhere, laced in her words, is an unspoken thank you.
Mark knew exactly what he was getting into when Estelle called in her favor. He honestly probably owes her a lot more than just this one thing but he’s willing to make up for it, especially since she kind of almost died. Mark shoves down the urge to hide his face behind his hands at her compliments but instead grins in response, his ears flushing anyway. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Lee.” His is teasing as he wiggles his eyebrows at her, hoping she reads between the lines. Of course she’s beautiful, but Mark feels a little awkward dressed up in what he refers to as a ‘penguin suit’ and holding a bunch of flowers.
The flowers you idiot, he hisses mentally and immediately holds them out for her. “My mother raised a gentleman.” He continues with his teasing tone knowing he might have taken a bit too far, considering this isn’t necessarily a real date. But Mark never does things in halves, if he’s going in, he’s going all the way. Once the flowers have left his hands, his grin widens as he bows low and offers her his hand. “My lady, will you accompany me to the ball?”
gryffxadara:
“Dragons?” It takes Adara a moment to process the sudden question but when she finally does, she ends up laughing at how silly it is in the first place. “Is dragon the new code name for love?” She teases further, just because she finds it amusing.
"Yeah, dragons! I love dragons.” He grins widely at her but her next question turns his ears a little red. Her tone reads as teasing and Mark resists the urge to bury his face in his hands. “Um... no?”
Chasing.
Mark stops in midstep outside the Gryffindor common room. The portrait of the Fat Lady eyes him up wearily as though he might lash out and attack her at a moments notice. He wants to do nothing but collapse against the cold stone of the walls around them but he swears he hears his mother’s voice in his head as she lectures him, telling him what a bad idea it was and what wrinkles it would leave in his dress robes. Instead he clears his throat, the nerves evident in his movements as he pulls at the lapels of his jacket and sniffles. In his hands are a bouquet of lilies, another suggestion by his mom, Mark swears that she watches too many muggle dramas but he can’t deny her anything.
Instead he pulls his phone out of the pocket of his jacket and checks the messages there for the fifth time. He’s early he knows, and as the minutes tick down to the meeting time, Mark runs his hands through his hair, hoping to smooth out any stray pieces.
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Mark pushes the office door opens and glances back at his teacher, a playful smile splayed across his face. There’s a hint of mischief hidden in the depths of his eyes but he turns quickly enough that she can’t catch it. She yells something about another night of detention later that week and Mark waves in acknowledgement. It’s only when the door shuts firmly behind him does he seem to relax, his body falls gracefully as the tension sweeps through his body and fades away just as easily. Mark slumps against the stone wall and peeks around the darkened corridor.
It’s later in the night, way past dinner time. And he’s not hungry, no instead he knows that there is something he needs to take care of immediately. Clutching his backpack to his chest, he unzips it a little and glances inside at his precious bundle, a bright white egg sits wrapped in his favorite scarf and held upright by a handful of textbooks. The lines of his face soften as he stares at the tiny bundle. It’s a soft noise in the distance that draws him out of his stupor though. Quickly he zips his bag back up before staring down the empty line of hallways that surround him. Gently tossing the bag over his shoulder, he slides on a mask of indifference before taking off down the corridor, his footsteps are light and quick.
— future us
slyaria:
aria finds herself almost lying on mark as they, by the wonders of gravity, have shifted enough to be lying flat on the couch and thank god for how wide it was or aria would really be right on top on mark in a compromising position. it wasn’t really about how close they would be, but more of how she was going to have trouble keeping her breathing even when their faces were so close together.
so thank god.
she pillows her head on his chest and presses just a little closer to him, sighing unknowingly when she feels herself relax. she always feels safe around mark, for one reason or another and nothing has changed since first year. except when he takes off his shirt or says something sweet. and she feels her heart stop and her face flush. all the damn time.
“throw me off the tower and i won’t let you visit me for christmas. and you’ll miss out on my mom’s dumplings and noodles,” she says this in mandarin, the language slipping out whenever she talked about home and sometimes, she thinks about a home with him and her heart warms.
It’s easily to follow her lead, his words immediately shifting over. Mandarin is a language close to his heart, it’s the words in which his mother whispered his childhood stories and his father never fails to include in every letter from home. A little bit of homesickness flares in his chest but Mark shoves it down, Aria is equally part of his home so he clutches her a little bit more sure against his frame.
“If you do that, your mom will hate you. She likes me better than you.” It’s a jab, a playful tease. They’ve been visiting each other during every holiday, merely taking turns at the location and both sets of parents have been subject to their playful wraths since the first year they shared together here at hogwarts. “And then my mom will have to declare war on your mom.” Mark continues, his voice falling to a soft whisper in the quiet of the common room around them. “Speaking about food, I’m hungry,” it was inevitable, Mark was always hungry as much as he would like to stay curled around Aria his stomach was quick to protest.
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@gryffxestelle
Mark’s not an idiot. He knows about the rumors that get whispered about him through the corridors and great hall. Some are true while others are outrageous they have him dying in laughter each time he hears them. One that is obviously true but he hopes stays as lowkey is possible, is that Mark Tuan carries a neverending supply of dragon eggs. No one knows where he gets them from but rumor has it that he takes routine trips out to the forbidden forest. His friends know the truth behind every rumor and delight in adding their own spin to it, small tidbits that couldn’t possibly be true as they spread like wildfire through the Slytherin common room. Mark tends to spend his mornings dying of laughter as they recount the new story over oatmeal and toast. It’s rare, however, that someone tries to prove him wrong. Of course there’s been the angry teacher, the interested fourth year, and self-entitled prefect. Mark is pretty good at shutting them out with a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, instead merely offering to show them his dragons (a small stuffed one his mom got him for christmas his first year at hogwarts). It’s usually good enough to dissuade anyone too nosy.
It’s chilly and noisy night in the Great Hall and Mark is deadset on filling his plate as many times as he can. He’s been starving since lunch and all he wants to do is eat his weight in pumpkin pasties. He’s probably halfway through his second plate, his mouth full of bread when someone takes a seat across from him. Honestly he ignores them, because obviously food comes first, but he hears his name among all of the chatter of Slytherins. And that has him drawing his attention to the new face that doesn’t really blend in among the sea of green.
slymark replied to your post: �� is it true you think a certain slytherin is…
okay but like any that start maybe with an m-?
m–no fuck off tuan
Damn Iris, so cold.
👀 five hottest guys in the school?
(x) (––you guys should totally send me more!)
“Um –– alright, let’s see. Silas, Alec, Minhyuk, Seungjun, and uh.. me? Just kidding! um – Yixing. That should be five right?”
Okay so I finally came up with some plots. They’re very lame (some are unavoidable) but I promise I tried to put a little bit of thought into them (although they’re really poorly written). Feel free to claim any of them. (Please? ;-;)
– a pureblood or slytherin muse who gets to suffer through horrible family dinners with their parents and mark’s grandparents. maybe the two of them also get to suffer through stupid matchmaking efforts and remarks like “keeping the blood pure”. during one break the two of them decide to cause a bit of havoc and a bit dramatically over dinner act their own little mini kdrama. needless to say no more awkward dinners.
– friends, like no seriously mark could use a friend or two (yes you can donate to your local foundation today and receive one mark tuan, no extra cost for shipping)
– ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend, because who doesn’t like that awesome angst and maybe some pining and like drama
– mark’s not lying when he promises he can get you a dragon egg at a decent price. but maybe you’re all about the rules and think mark’s full of shit so you’re pretty bent on exposing him for the fake he is. but you follow him out to the forbidden forest and find out that he wasn’t lying. and not only is he maybe hiding dragon eggs out there but a full grown dragon of his own (or like five, more like five). you get a little too close and almost die and mark kind of saves you. now he’s trying to bribe you not to expose his secret. do you take cash or cards?
– along the same lines as the last plot and you don’t believe he can get you a dragon either. but like he does and now it’s hatched and maybe things are literally going up in flames.
– a wild party night after a quidditch win, some whiskey and hey you two ended up getting a little hot and bothered in one of the empty classrooms.
– you hate mark tuan and he’s sure it’s for a good reason. maybe he dated your girl and didn’t know, maybe he set your charms homework on fire, who knows but you’re enemies and all the fun stuff that comes with it.
Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.
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