#crjon

[crxclo-blog]

☽ Dungeons and Dragons

@crklaus, @crjon, @crxcole, @crxliam

Calculations were made beforehand, and I’m the end, the only way he or any other cabin member could get harmed is if someone decided to act impulsively. Without doubt, Clotarie would secretly side eye the certain Gryffindor who respectively latched to his group. No worries, he figured, as long as he shackled the first initiative before any his group mates could. With that, he will be able to flee the site and search for scales all on his own. Here, the males stood, bewildered and/or enchanted by the beautiful creature before them. The opaleye dragon would undoubtedly leave a special impression on the Slytherin as its scales inflicted twinkles upon his hazel irises. Every movement, every twitch of its body made his eyes flick over in the direction, as if acknowledgement was mandatory—as if missing a second of the dragon was a shame. 

He paces slowly... carefully around the large nest, noting down the circumference in meters when the measuring tape he had previously set out on the ground. When finished, he summons the tape back into his pocket and stands upright again. Finally, hazel eyes meet multi-colored ones, and in that moment a lovely shrill went down his spine, ordering him to fall into a fluid bow. He complies to the extrinsic force, of course, insidiously, with a hand placed on his abdomen, and without letting his head follow suit just yet. Only seconds later does his head drop down accordingly; through that, the dragon ought to have known that the wizard was captivated by its eyes. But respect must come first. When the respect was rightfully earned, the indications led Clotarie to straighten his back. There, he motions for his group mates to go next, and hopefully, after his example, their attempts will go just as, if not, more smoothly. 

[crxclo-blog]

☾☽ The Moon is Jealous

@crjon

So when the campus was finally illuminated by a full moon, the Slytherin rushes down an outdoor path that typically brought him to the badger. A semi-bundle of baby’s breaths are locked in his left fist, fluttering against an active thigh; lower to it is his pet fennec fox, who, insisted to follow him suit on her tiny canine legs. But brisk strides meant nothing when the lack of readiness was bound to slow a person down. It’s why he finds himself in a familiar position--face down on the grass with the sensations in his legs vanished. What he views is his left arm, extended out and placidly holding the amateur bouquet. Upon his backside, Katoori furiously kicks her paws, where she will eventually bite his shirt in attempt to pull her owner to the destination. As unfortunate as the case was, the approach crushed the male before he could arrive. This state leaves him in a sensible trance, all of more willing to ignore his environment if it meant him being able to dwell in his congested emotions. His pet, however, is and always was against it. Departure from him occurs shortly, and this clever canine goes out of her way to locate the Hufflepuff. At first sight, she yips with the uttermost effervescence. They weren’t her generic attacking sounds, but rather, cries for attention. When jumping at the height of Jonathan’s shins weren’t enough, her teeth come in handy. A bite grips the lowest sector of his pants, and off goes her attempt at pulling him.

There is a theory that an impending inflation began several weeks ago when three words demolished the ice that prevented a beating heart. April 29th marked the day Clotarie Duval will finally admit that. Only recently did the realization strike him, along with the devastating fact that his best friend possessed such easy conditions. “I love you” was no more and no less than necessary on his end, granted that the legilimen had been comprehending variations of this confession for the past five months. There’s awareness for nearly every thought, desire, and when and why they occur; on the other hand, Jonathan lacked even a sliver of how Clotarie has been feeling. Spontaneity, in addition, denied companionship with his expressive words, leaving him with days to contemplate and select the most efficient diction. He had to believe himself when concluding that he will suffocate if Jonathan is in love without him any longer.

[crxclo-blog]

"Clotarie?" Feet shuffled towards the Slytherin from his blind spot, and arms remained hidden behind his back. He wore a shy grin despite his intended target. However, his intentions ( and the gift he concealed ), brushed a faint red across his cheeks. "I have something for you. Um... here." He finally revealed the hidden object, a single sunflower wrapped in neat brown paper. "It's for you..."

By the first syllable of his name, the Slytherin is already spinning at his heels to bring his attention to his caller. It’s a bit silly—how quickly he responds to this Hufflepuff in particular. That kind of reaction has always been the case, where a neutral mood is lifted from what he finds to a magnificent presence. Although, this time around, an addition is presented to him wrapped in simple, brown paper. Inside, yellows petal are as bright as they come, and Clotarie eventually notices just how tightly he was grasping its hidden stem. 

“A Jonanthus…” he murmurs, but an open-mouth sigh follows suit, syncing in the single pulsate of widened eyes. “You gave me you.” Chortles tackle the end of his words, and that’s when he finally gives some attention to the altered shade on his boyfriend’s cheeks. As flustered as they looked, they seemed like a pleasant location to pay gratitude. So he leans forward with the gift against his chest, whispering a quiet  "Thank you, Jon" while his lips were pressed against the warm skin.

[crxclo-blog]

You so Fucking Precious When you S M I L E.

Hit ItFrom TheBack AndDrive Youw i l d

[crryan-blog1]

❛ poison ivy ❜

INCOMING OWL FOR — @crjon

back when ryan was at the orphanage, he was pranked many times by the other kids that were living there. one of the pranks were them giving him a certain plant which would cause whoever that touches it to itch. with that being said, ryan always fell for those little pranks. right when he recognized the plant and how closely his roommate was to it, ryan tugs onto his roommates shirt gently. 

❝ jonathan, i advise you not to walk any further... ❞

[crjoshua-blog]

👂 🌀

Relationship Building - { no longer accepting }

Send 👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours.

❝ Oh you know how it goes, we grow close over common interests in this school, and Jon and i became friends like that. We’d often sneak out to try and find different plants and stuff to then grow out in some pots we sneaked out of the greenhouse, ❞ he chuckles lightheartedly. ❝ I know what you’re thinking, typical Hufflepuff stuff, right? ❞

Send 🌀 for my muse’s reaction to getting stuck in a storm with yours.

Storms were but a pain in the ass at times, Sure, they were needed to keep balance and whatnot, and honestly he’s always been fine with some rain and even wind. Now this?! He can barely see an inch beyond the already foggy glass on the window with how intensely it’s raining. He can even bet he’s had showers with less water pressure in fact.

He turns to the other person with him. The two had nothing to do really than to stay put and wait for it to end, any other recreational activity involved being mildly startled when a thunder cracked in the distance. ❝ Not to be that one person with the horrible jokes but… Lovely weather we’re having, huh? ❞

Oh if only things outside could be as dry as his sense of humour.

[crxclo-blog]

☽ “I love a good chase.”

@crjon

Memorandums of the previous months have been nothing cheeky mockery to the Slytherin lately, and they, for the most part, consisted of the remarkable times he and Jonathan hunted for each other’s tails in an all but stern manner. The instigation was a light notion—one with nostalgic exchanges that brings the two to leave their cabin that very night. The hands closest to each other were adhered while the lateral ones contained respective wands. Two pairs of eyes, however, focus on the vastness before them, a seemingly endless green that they will soon be engulfed in. “Are you ready?” springs from Clotarie’s lips, where its airiness conveys contained enthusiasm. Former to a response does his head turn towards the lad. Enchanted, he accepts his last view of Jonathan under this sublime sunlight, for things ought to be a little different under the trees’ canopies. The next several seconds are manipulated by the wizards’ twisted transportation. What was once an empty patch of grass is now occupied by two pairs of feet. One creates brisk crunches within the leafy terrain as it shifts to stand in front of other. “I do recall who was last one the run,’” he begins, having yet to release his beloved’s hand, “It was you, no? Now, it may be unfair, but… allow me to seek you again?” Their network of fingers squeeze from Clotarie’s jovial pressures; his eyes bear a glistening excitement. The ears that once experienced effervescent laughter from the chase wished for its urgent return. He initiates a light brush of their forearms, o that his attire (the printed “zapzap” shirt he previously stole from Jonathan), can receive more attention. “You will be more gentle with me, won’t you?” Their binded hands release on his own call so that the backs of those sleeved hands rise up to his face to block his smiling eyes. What was hide and seek without counting with your eyes closed. “You once said it was an expensive shirt, after all.”

[crxeno-blog]

apricity

@crjon noun. the warmth of the sun in winter

the rain is oblivious to the life it gives. washing the world, it quenches the soil. a percussion to the birdsong and the bringer of brightness to every hue of bark and leaf. however for all that it has been raining, today the sunlight decides to peak itself. unfettered golden rays, conjuring the most brilliant of mosaics, reflecting from each verdigris leaf and wisp of cloud. so sweet, a nectar bestowed to the bees by each fragrant bloom.

( there is a metallic taste in his mouth, misplaced amusement from finding winter again.  )

but interest beads onto cracked skin like dew on spring grass slowly soothing the dryness and sinking into his blood.. if forms such perfect spheres, each one a tiny world of its own. perhaps, it is not the right season when the temperature dances so close to the lower numbers but nonetheless it is only befitting in all the tinkles of irony for two members of the house of badgers to wander into a public garden. apollo is kind today they should make use of it.

( before zeus brings his hands down to disperse the forming crowd of mortals. )

“truly a city befitting the nickname garden city. there are so many around i think it would be difficult even to chose one,” xeno says softly. carefully, they take a step forward into a world of pastel and soft florals. “but the botanic garden must be famous for a reason. it’s so...wide. is there anything specific you are seeking?”