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WHEN: Week 02, 'Whites of His Eyes' / Friday, December 16th, 2008, 3:34 pm
WHERE: The Quidditch pitch
WHO: Paracchus (aka, the battling Alpha males)
Walking sans broom around the field wasn’t Paris’ favorite pastime, but he did it anyway.
He wrapped his nice jacket around himself tighter, making sure his flawless skin didn’t get exposed to the chilly weather. Damn winter, why did it have to be such a prick? He pursed his lips together and continued to walk, mulling over a few thoughts in his head.
‘A few thoughts’ meaning his beautiful new muse: Illiad Hawkins.
Paris smiled softly as he thought about the boy and how he’d finally claimed him after all these years of pining for him. He felt pathetic, just a little. He didn’t pine for anyone, thank you very much. None except Illiad. And that wasn’t a bad thing, right? Paris was always... open to change, or something like that.
Scratch that. Paris was a bitch, and he knew it.
He was jealous, and possessive, and altogether something of a whore (but everyone knew that). But most of all, he didn’t want to let Illiad get hurt by anyone ever again, including himself. Damn that Brinley Watson, how did he snag his pretty little Hawkins in the first place!?
WHERE: The Quidditch pitch
WHO: Paracchus (aka, the battling Alpha males)
Walking sans broom around the field wasn’t Paris’ favorite pastime, but he did it anyway.
He wrapped his nice jacket around himself tighter, making sure his flawless skin didn’t get exposed to the chilly weather. Damn winter, why did it have to be such a prick? He pursed his lips together and continued to walk, mulling over a few thoughts in his head.
‘A few thoughts’ meaning his beautiful new muse: Illiad Hawkins.
Paris smiled softly as he thought about the boy and how he’d finally claimed him after all these years of pining for him. He felt pathetic, just a little. He didn’t pine for anyone, thank you very much. None except Illiad. And that wasn’t a bad thing, right? Paris was always... open to change, or something like that.
Scratch that. Paris was a bitch, and he knew it.
He was jealous, and possessive, and altogether something of a whore (but everyone knew that). But most of all, he didn’t want to let Illiad get hurt by anyone ever again, including himself. Damn that Brinley Watson, how did he snag his pretty little Hawkins in the first place!?