Closed Post; Sneaking About & Complicating a Friendship
Rowan was having a terribly difficult time falling asleep. His conversation with Mulciber earlier that day had boggled his mind to an unbelievable extent. He certainly wasn't able to go back to his book, not after being so startled and then feeling so damned guilty. He'd gone back inside after a while and didn't hang out in the common room much at all-- it would be too likely that he would bump into Athelstan.
He turned in to bed early but stayed up late, until the sane students were sleeping. He really shouldn't be allowed to remain conscious for so long-- it gives him too much time to think, and when he thinks, he comes up with some terribly stupid ideas. For example, who in their right mine would think that clambering out of bed and heading up to the dorm where Mulciber was residing would be a good idea?
Apparently, a mentally distressed Avery believed it to be. He didn't know what the hell he was feeling-- confused about these conflicting emotions, angry that Mulciber had to put up those goddamn pictures of Tomas, jealous.... Too many things at once. But no matter what it was, it was enough to drive him to the dorm of the seventh year male Slytherins, and it was a good thing he knew which bed was Mulciber's-- it would be an absolute nightmare if he crawled into bed next to Macnair. Merlin.
Before he knew it he was behind the curtains of Athelstan's bed, fingers tangling in the other's hair, boldly straddling the other male's hips and leaning down to hiss in his ear, "Wake up," before nipping none too kindly at his earlobe.
He turned in to bed early but stayed up late, until the sane students were sleeping. He really shouldn't be allowed to remain conscious for so long-- it gives him too much time to think, and when he thinks, he comes up with some terribly stupid ideas. For example, who in their right mine would think that clambering out of bed and heading up to the dorm where Mulciber was residing would be a good idea?
Apparently, a mentally distressed Avery believed it to be. He didn't know what the hell he was feeling-- confused about these conflicting emotions, angry that Mulciber had to put up those goddamn pictures of Tomas, jealous.... Too many things at once. But no matter what it was, it was enough to drive him to the dorm of the seventh year male Slytherins, and it was a good thing he knew which bed was Mulciber's-- it would be an absolute nightmare if he crawled into bed next to Macnair. Merlin.
Before he knew it he was behind the curtains of Athelstan's bed, fingers tangling in the other's hair, boldly straddling the other male's hips and leaning down to hiss in his ear, "Wake up," before nipping none too kindly at his earlobe.