#crxclo

[crhooter]

#Paraclox

It seems that there is every color but my house’s.

[crdamn]

“ i need to step away, get some fresh air.”

“You think?”, Damien replies with strong sarcasm as he wraps an arm around Clotarie and helps him walk toward the exit of the greenhouse. “Seriously, for someone who is dating a guy who loves plants so much, shouldn’t you know enough about plants to know that you don’t get close to that [plant] without preparation?” He knows he is being a bit unfair. It’s not like Jonathan and Clotarie must be spending their time together talking about herbology, but still.

The younger Slytherin had leaned too close to a flower that had decided to release a strong puff of air that smelled rotten. Damien couldn’t smell it because he had been wise enough to keep his nose pinched close, but the same couldn’t be said about Clotarie who had pretty much turned green, figuratively. Once they are outside, he leads the student toward the nearest bench and helps him sit down. He then grabs his wand and soon there’s a bottle of water flying into his hand. He hands it over to the other. “Drink.”

[crhooter]

#Paraclox

A sunflower bloomed. Have a look.

tagged: #helianthus ( @crjon )

[crhooter]

#Paraclox

 I like how he smiles at the unsaid, the way he laughs out of the sweet blue.

tagged: #helianthus ( @crjon )

[crxamelia-blog]

▹by the lake◃

@crxclo | Splash

She was sat on a pink towel with flower pattern, her mini pig running freely and nuzzling around. She was snacking some dried fruits, back resting against a tree and eyes on the lake and the giant squid that was very active that day. The quietness of the place and the presence of two animals helped her relax.

The silence was broken by a loud splash sound, which made Amelia look at the direction, interested. She saw a student in the water, a lot of other stuff floating around him, and she curiously crooked her head. “Are you trying to kill yourself, dear?”

[crxdevin]

⚡

HEADCANON TIME! 

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

devin is neutral when it comes to storms. she’s not completely stereotypical in her dark personality so she doesn’t have any special fascination with rain or storms. there’s no reason to fear them and there’s no reason for them to calm her. really, the only time she cares about the weather is when it gets in her way.  

[crdamn]

Smells rotten.

@crxclo​ - continued from here

“It’s why he’s my tutor,” he defends quietly, for his hand partially covers the irritated sector of his visage, “The information never seems to stick.” Within that humiliating moment, the truth in his words are presentable. If he identified the plant that attacked him beforehand, he surely wouldn’t have allowed its horrendous emissions. Though, this unpleasant experience may have just cemented its visual identification in his brain—avoidance tends to work well with the lad, especially if it means preserving of his own self.

Despite it all, there is a lighter side to the whole situation, one of which Clotarie will not fully appreciate until he receives what is in dire need. With assistance is he seated, where only the kindest air can comfort his irritated nose. His settlement made not only his lungs but his stomach unhappy enough for him to grasp the areas. He stares ahead until the other’s offer enters his peripheral, and even the sight of the neutral drink seemed unappetizing at this time. “Mm, thank you, Damien.” Regardless, the bottle is accepted by a clammy hand, the lid being removed by the other. “Please. Do tell me just what was that plant. My memory fails me today… as it should with my inability to conquer herbology.” A sigh will emit before his beverage gets tilted and pours smoothly past puckered lips.

“Your tutor…”, he repeats dubiously, not because he doesn’t believe that Jonathan is really helping Clotarie, but rather because he wonders if they really study when they are together. From what he has witnessed during his years at the school, ‘tutoring’ is often just an excuse for couples to make out behind books. For all he knows though, they really could be studying and anyway, none of this is his business so he doesn’t say anything more.

He takes off the thing that had been pinching his nose close and slightly tilts his head when the fellow Sltyherin student asks him about the plant. “It’s a carrion flower. There are many plants that fall into this family, but the one in the greenhouse was an Amorphophallus titanum, but I think this one might be a hybrid with a magical plant. I am not 100% sure about it though. They are known for emitting an odor that smells like rotten meat. It’s supposed to attract specific insects, but yeah. The smell is foul.” He sits down next to Clotarie and stretches out his legs in front of him, leaning his back against the bench. “It’s a good thing we don’t have Bulbophyllum orchids here in the school’s greenhouses because those also have flowers that produce different disgusting odors, although some also produce fruity aromas apparently, but yeah.”

He clears his throat before glancing up at the sky, feeling a bit awkward after having just spilled out all this knowledge about plants. Sure, Clotarie had asked, but still…he probably hadn’t expected to get all this information.

[crshiro]

* prohibited.

@crxclo replied to this for a starter.timeline: set before event.

     THE SEASON’S COME TO AN END,  and frankly, it’s put him into a little mood as exam season rolls in. the melancholic feeling he’s become accustomed to twists uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach as he stares out the window towards the pitch with a silent sigh. his feet itch when he’s on the ground for too long, a desire to feel the air whoosh in his face as he glides amongst the clouds, a competitive high resting in his lungs. 

          a pity it ever ends.

     EVEN SO,  he’s proud of the team and how far they’ve all come. which is why, when he sees the younger slytherin before him in the halls, he quickly closes the space with a few long strides, before bumping shoulders with the other lightly as an announcement of his arrival. “slacking off is prohibited in our off time, duval,” he states casually, with a large smile stretching across his face. “you did well this season, and i expect you to keep it up in the summer.” 

          there’s a pause, and the struggle is distinctive upon his features as he conjures up the right words to say, the right motivation. he likes to think he’s been a good captain; the right amount of strict and motivating, although even he’d concede sometimes the desire to win can overwhelm his senses and the nice guy routine he tries to keep going for appearances’ sake. “hope to see you on the team next year, kid.”