⚙️ a time my muse talked about something they made, drew, built. siriusxverity
Verity wrapped the sheet tight around her body, holding it up with one hand as she made her way through the bathroom, hopping over hastily discarded clothes and shoes. Closing the door to the bathroom she heard Sirius shout a question at her and she opened the door again, looking out into the bedroom.
“Did you seriously wait until I was in another room to ask me a question?”
Sirius laughed and shook his head, “No. I just thought of it now.”
“Well wait.” Sirius gave a mock salute and Verity rolled her eyes, closing the door again. But then she hesitated, standing in the middle of the bathroom, biting on the inside of her cheeks. She opened the door again. “Can you make some noise?”
“What?”
“I don’t want you to listen to me pee. Can you like play music or make some noise or something?” This admittance and question were proof that Verity was still a bit tipsy from their earlier drinks. Sirius laughed again and Verity huffed. “Please?”
“You just gave me a blowjob.”
“I remember.”
“But you’re worried about me hearing you pee?”
“Yes.”
Sirius just laughed again, reaching for his phone to put some music on. A few minutes later Verity came back out of the bathroom, freshened up a little, and moved back to sit on the bed, her legs tucked up beside her.
“Okay what was your question?” she asked, holding the sheet up at her chest.
“Do you really paint and draw and stuff?”
“Yes,” she replied with a light laugh. “Why would I make that up?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t think you did. It’s just surprising.”
“Why?”
“I never had you pegged as the artsy type.”
“You never got to know me very well.”
“No, I guess not.”
A small but not uncomfortable silence spread out for a few minutes before Sirius spoke again.
“Can I see?”
“I already told you no.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s private.”
“Once again, you just gave me a blowjob.”
Verity laughed, rolling her eyes as she looked at him. “Well that’s another one of my talents.”
“And you can’t share the other.”
“Merlin, you’re persistent,” she groaned, getting back off the bed to search for her phone. Once she found it she walked back over to the bed, unlocking it and scrolling as she searched through her photos. “I’ll show you one,” she said, sitting back down.
“Deal,” Sirius grinned, his hand out for the phone. She hesitated for a moment before passing it over, the photo was of a painting she had finished a few weeks ago, watching carefully to make sure he didn’t scroll or anything. “Shit this is good.”
“Thanks,” Verity muttered, attempting to ignore the faint pink blush colouring her cheeks.
“I mean it, this is really good.” She didn’t reply this time, holding out her hand for her phone, which he obligingly handed back with a laugh. “Draw me.”
This time Verity laughed, giving him a look. “No thanks.”
“Oh come on, just a quick drawing.”
“No.”
“A sketch?”
“Sirius.”
“Please?” he asked, a smirk on his face as he looked over at her. To be fair, he wasn’t exactly a bad subject to draw. He was leaning back against his headboard, his hair messy and half tied back, the other half framing his face. He was naked save for a blanket covering his modesty, looking at her with a boyish grin from under dark eyelashes. She groaned loudly, giving in. She glanced around, grabbing a pen and his notebook from work off the night stand.
“A very very quick one. And sit still.” He nodded. “I literally just said sit still.” He laughed and apologised, as Verity tucked the sheet into a hold around her so she had both hands free. She spent about five minutes looking between him and the page, just doing a quick and easy sketch as he sat in front of her. “Here.”
Sirius grinned as he took the notebook, looking down at it. “It really looks like me.”
“Don’t sound so surprised.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. But doing that that quickly is impressive.”
“I’m very impressive.”
“I’m learning that.”
“Can I have it back now?”
“What? No. It’s mine.”
Verity laughed in response, shaking her head. “I drew it, it’s mine.”
“But it’s of me.”
“I don’t care,” she laughed, reaching for the book. But Sirius just held it out of her reach, prompting her to move onto her knees to try and reach it. He moved further away, pushing her away with his other hand. “Sirius!”
“Go away, I want to keep it.”
“Why?” she asked, pushing his hand away as she reached for it again, practically on top of him now.
“Because I look very good in it.”
“I can take a picture of you instead,” she suggested, laughter in her words as he threw the notebook away, out of both of their reach. “Sirius!”
Now practically straddling him, she looked at him with disapproval, attempting to hide her amusement. He did no such thing, grinning back at her. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re very annoying?”
“Constantly,” Verity answered.
“I can see why.”
“Shut up.”
But they had continued to get closer as they spoke, Verity now sitting in Sirius’ lap as his hands moved to her waist. Amusement in every word as the struggled not to laugh, arguing over the notebook, previously carefully balanced covers dislodging and exposing. She met his eyes after hers flicked down to his lips, biting on her own as her fingers traced along his stomach.
“Okay,” he nodded, leaning forward to kiss her instead.
It was quite a while later that Verity once again moved from the bed with the sheet wrapped around her, searching for her dress. “You could stay over,” Sirius suggested. Verity laughed.
“Why, do you want a cuddle?” she teased, bending down to pick up her dress.
“Cuddles are nice.”
“No thank you.”
“Some finacée you are.”
Verity rolled her eyes, looking back at her after wiggling into the dress. “You know when people say you shouldn’t sleep with someone before marriage? That’s what they actually mean.”
“It’s not about sex.”
“Nope. It means no sleepovers.”
Sirius laughed, looking at her as she sat on the end of the bed to put her shoes back on. “I’ll walk you out.”
“That’s okay, I can make it to the front door safely,” she denied, running a hand through her hair as she took out her phone, making sure she looked presentable.
“Okay. I had fun tonight.” But Verity was already on the phone, sending him a wave as she walked out of his bedroom.
“Hey, Chris. Sorry, I know it’s late but Jo’s met some guy and I don’t want to third wheel. Can I come over?”
Please give me Edgar! Or Rabastan Lestrange, honestly. Would love to see my two faves on the dash :)
Have we made it clear how badly we’d love to see Edgar on the dash? Because really, we’d all love to see him around! (Well actually, the source of Amelia’s boy problems would probably not be too keen on having to deal with two older brothers at the moment but their mun would LOVE it!)
Both admins would LOVE to have Rabastan around as well! We absolutely love the dynamic he brings to our Slytherins!
Regulus did not know why he was actually following through on his promise. He knew he could have just as easily decided not to deliver on his word and not face any consequence. After all, he’d already gotten what he wanted in the deal and he really didn’t need the stress of getting caught at any point during the exchange added on top of the news of his betrothal.
But here he was, lounging around their home in France, waiting to deliver a deceptively large bag full of things from his brother’s room.
V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?
i think she probably loves the idea of it, all those pinks and hearts and chocolates around the place, buuuttt i think it makes her feel a bit lonely. she would love it if she had someone to celebrate it with
E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?
she loooves hugs, loves loves loves them. her hugs depend on the person a bit but regardless they’re warm and squeezing and nice
R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?
romantic big time. i think she likes to pretend she’s a cynic but she’s really really not
I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?
pretty easy
T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?
yeah, absolutely.
Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?
hmm.. i wouldn’t say easily but she has no problem defending/protecting people if needs be and she’ll definitely stand up for her friends
Verity was bored. More bored than she had ever been in her entire life. Or so she would claim later when she got a scolding look and an accusatory tone. But she really was very bored, that was an indisputable fact. She normally loved balls and galas, anything that gave her an excuse for a pretty dress and a trip to the hairdressers. This one was remarkably boring though. Right now they were all standing watching someone in god awful dress robes make a speech about prosperity or politics, or something beginning with a p anyway. Quite obviously Verity was not paying much attention.
She stood in this large and over packed crowd with very little attention paid to the speaker, and much more paid to how bored she was. She was standing behind Josette, who was much more attentively paying attention. Or at least pretending to. Almost as if she wanted to test that theory she stepped closer, until she was almost pressed against Josette’s back. Then she rested her chin on her shoulder with a soft, though adequately dramatic, sigh. She was more or less ignored though, only feeling the slightest tense in Jo’s posture as Verity leaned her head against her neck.
“I’m bored,” she moaned, her voice soft but fully capturing how bored she was.
“Everyone’s bored,” Josette muttered back, though her attention was still focused on the man on the stage. Verity sighed once more at the lack of attention she was receiving but stayed quiet for a few minutes more, her head still resting in place. After those minutes past she did lift her head, though briefly, to look around, and saw that everyone’s attention was on the speaker. How they were all so interested in what he had to say, she really wasn’t sure, but she knew there was no way Josette was. So she sighed softly once more, head resting back on Jo’s shoulder as she did so. This time she didn’t speak to capture the other girls attention, fairly confident she knew even better methods. And so, already having looked around and no one was paying attention to them near the back, she pressed a kiss to Jo’s bare shoulder. “Ver.” It was a whispered hiss, but a warning nonetheless. Bored and feeling underappreciated, Verity didn’t heed the warning, pressing another one in the crook of her neck. “Verity.” Her name was said with complete warning now but she just grinned, pulling back slightly.
However, it seemed that she had been successful in distracting Jo from the dreadfully boring speech because soon enough her head turned slightly and her eyes flicked backwards, meeting Verity’s. When they did, Verity just smiled sweetly, like she hadn’t done anything at all, which caused a dirty look before Jo turned back around. Holding back laughter she moved to stand next to her instead, letting her hand fall to the side. As she did so her hand brushed against Jo’s. This time it wasn’t purposeful, though it did make a small smile come on to her lips. She resisted the urge to look over, trying desperately hard to listen to the ministry official speak. Trying being the operative word because everytime she started to pay attention she would feel Josette’s pinky brush against hers and she would forget to pay attention to anything but appearing completely normal. Pretending to listen took up too much effort, she didn’t have any left to actually listen.
Eventually the speech ended and Verity let out a breath, taking a step away from Josette as the crowd dispersed, muttering about whatever speech she had missed out on. While it was easy to tease when she was in control, it was much harder to deal with accidental touches when she had already made herself think about kissing her. So she was grateful for the distance, quickly smiling and greeting their other friends as they came to join them once more. She moved from Josette’s side, with the pretence of admiring someone’s necklace, placing herself between two other girls who were less distracting and made it easier to concentrate on the conversation at hand. Easier but not easy.
Within minutes, she was distracted again, eyes flicking towards Josette every few seconds. It would have been easier to ignore if she hadn’t been receiving the exact same attention, making their eyes meet constantly, locking on each other for a moment before pulling away. Eventually Verity told her friends she was going to the bathroom, and then held back a smile when Josette said she needed to go too. They walked in silence to the doors and in silence to the bathroom, both focusing on the view in front of them rather than the girl next to them. When they eventually reached the bathroom Verity checked to make sure no one else was in the room before turning on Josette.
“Stop looking at me like that!”
“Stop kissing me like that!”
“I kissed your shoulder!”
“Twice!”
“I was bored!”
“You wanted attention!”
“I wanted attention from you!”
There was a pause after Verity’s defense. A pause in which she realised she was suddenly standing very close to Josette. A pause in which they started at each other, both trying to catch up with their bodies which always seemed to move quicker than their minds. There was a beat. Then Verity reached for Josette’s face and Josette grabbed her waist, and they were kissing. Hard and fast, and annoyed, annoyed that the other had done whatever it was they had complained about. While she still had enough brain power to think properly, Verity pulled her into a cubicle, quickly locking the door behind them before Josette pushed her against it and she moaned into the kiss, all her early complaints forgotten.
T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?
honestly yeah, I think so. I just don’t think he believes it would ever be in the cards for him.
H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?
slow lmao so so slow
O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?
i think so, yeah! he’s very good at public speaking/charming people/etc, so he definitely has a talent for that sort of thing
R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?
a cynic for sure
F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?
he is v good at flirting, he loves flirting. he flirts through his looks a lot, like certain smirks and smiles and ways of looking at people, lottsss of teasing !
I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?
incredibly hard to say
N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?
dominant, very focused on the other person and pleasing them, teasing
