#junclaw

[gryffxadara-blog]

"How come you're not on top of that tree, angel~?"

have yourself a merry little christmas: closed! 

the way her face colors at the sound of his voice honestly puts rudolph’s nose to shame. at this late hour, she hardly expects anyone - and certainly not someone like jun - to come out and sit with her by the fire to admire the christmas tree yet the ravenclaw looks very much real as adara looks at him from the corner of her eye. the room suddenly feels too warm or is she possibly just burning up from being so near him? 

“because i’m neither an angel nor am i beautiful enough to pretend to be one.” she answers easily, eyes wistful as she gazes up at the colorfully lit ornament at the pinnacle of the tree. “if anyone, i think you’d make a fine tree-topper, jun. and you can definitely bet that i’d always be looking at you too.” 

[ravnina-blog1]

"Let's drink our sorrows out with the elves and some eggnog."

ღ — christmas starters; closed.

she lets her head fall limply onto his shoulder, one so broad and slightly pointed, but one she found so comforting and familiar that she no longer felt any sort of discomfort. no, that had long since passed, and since meeting him, he was a sort of pillar nina knew would always be there. so, hearing his words, she couldn’t help the small laugh that left her. she moved so her palm was on his shoulder as well, a barrier between his shirt and her cheek, and her eyes watched the fire before them dance. funny, how the open common room seemed like such a private gateway for them.

“love, that would be way too much eggnog to stomach in just one night,” she speaks, her breath hitting his neck. she scooted closer to him, letting more of his warmth wash over her, and gave a gentle sigh. “it wouldn’t hurt— although, i’d much prefer us to stay here.”

[jongdaepuff]

“Well, I guess we’re right under the mistletoe!”

he’s been avoiding a great amount of people for a good reason. no, it’s not because he’s antisocial but you know how holidays can switch to holidaze real quick; everyone’s always on to someone jongdae just couldn’t read quite yet.

and there it is, a scenario of many scenarios during festive events: a mistletoe and two people below it. he reads him between sips of his beer, and then “guess we are.” pause. “are we supposed to do something? bro?” that’s right, play coy til we know what happens next. always the safer route, right?

[wonslytherin-blog]

“Your hands are freezing don’t touch me!”

He enters with a loud clad of his boots against the wooden floor, letting no fireplace warm his cold body. He sees Jun, walking towards him and pausing thereafter. “Yah--” he says, as if he’s some old man getting offended. He takes a few feet closer, cupping his hands on Jun’s cheeks, squishing it. 

“I’m warming it up with your cheeks” 

[petherin-blog]

“You’re so warm, don’t move.”

“well maybe,” he patted the poor ravenclaw on his back and sighed, pseudo disappointment and all. “you should’ve worn a coat.”

[ravenhan-blog1]

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prompt: desire and danger !!

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[hoonpuff-blog]

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MUSIC SHEET.  gauge

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[ravnikolas]

constellations.

@junclaw

nik collapses into a seat at one of the empty tables on the fringes of the sweeping dance floor. an empty cup of punch clatters against the table when he sits it down. he flushes a little at the sound but settles down once he realizes no one is paying any attention to him. he stares at the floor, a bit envious at at the couples enjoying the night. 

his dress robes which had been uncomfortable at the beginning of the night have already been loosed a bit. his tie hangs slightly open at the nape of his neck and as he leans back into the chair, he unbuttons the bottom of his jacket a bit. just ask them to dance, a voice that sounds suspiciously like his grandmothers whispers in his mind but nik shakes his head. nerves conquer his movements and instead he rests his elbow on the table and precariously leans his chin in the palm of his hand.