((closed)) Lezard does not respect others' boundaries.
((not nsfw but if you find stalkerish behavior triggering you will not wish to read this thread))
He had a plan. He always did. This plan would be long and slow in the unfolding, and Hogwarts' restrictions would make of subtlety an imperative.
Lezard would enjoy every protracted, agonizing moment that lay between him and the culmination of his scheme.
He had made himself scarce deliberately, expecting Lenneth to come charging after him with rebukes regarding the gift of musical instruments he'd sent to her. Let her grow calm; her vigilance surely would not lessen, but her anger might well ebb, making room for other reactions to follow. Curiosity, for one.
He relied on his sorcery to conceal his presence from her. Yet he was charged with Odinic energy, as he had not been in the Flenceburg days; he had tapped Silmeria's power, too, and then Lenneth's own, when he'd trapped them in crystals whole and alive. It was possible she would sense his presence without intent on his part to reveal it, he knew. His arcane energies might now resonate with hers.
Wouldn't it be interesting to find out?
And he had given her days and days for curiosity to blossom, for the temptation of new toys to prompt play. Really, he couldn't help but peek to see what had come of it.
To his delight, when he materialized invisibly in Lenneth's chambers, she was playing the moog synthesizer he'd rigged up for her. It was the strangest offering he'd made, and he took great pleasure in watching her manipulate it.
He had a plan. He always did. This plan would be long and slow in the unfolding, and Hogwarts' restrictions would make of subtlety an imperative.
Lezard would enjoy every protracted, agonizing moment that lay between him and the culmination of his scheme.
He had made himself scarce deliberately, expecting Lenneth to come charging after him with rebukes regarding the gift of musical instruments he'd sent to her. Let her grow calm; her vigilance surely would not lessen, but her anger might well ebb, making room for other reactions to follow. Curiosity, for one.
He relied on his sorcery to conceal his presence from her. Yet he was charged with Odinic energy, as he had not been in the Flenceburg days; he had tapped Silmeria's power, too, and then Lenneth's own, when he'd trapped them in crystals whole and alive. It was possible she would sense his presence without intent on his part to reveal it, he knew. His arcane energies might now resonate with hers.
Wouldn't it be interesting to find out?
And he had given her days and days for curiosity to blossom, for the temptation of new toys to prompt play. Really, he couldn't help but peek to see what had come of it.
To his delight, when he materialized invisibly in Lenneth's chambers, she was playing the moog synthesizer he'd rigged up for her. It was the strangest offering he'd made, and he took great pleasure in watching her manipulate it.