RP: A picture is worth a thousand words, particularly when it renders one speechless.
Date: November 30, 1976
Characters: Regulus Black/Bartholomew Avery
Status: Private
Summary: Regulus was certainly rather persistent when his loins command him he had something in mind that he quite wanted.
Status: Incomplete
WARNING. For a link to a picture that isn't exactly work safe.
Strategizing. Lots of strategizing and careful planning and all sorts of other things. The past two or so days had been filled with all sorts of strategizing and thinking and some things just .. did not work.
Regulus was determined to get Avery in the sack even if it killed him, either from the effort or from not knowing what he was doing and making some sort of fatal error.
The blatant attacks were not working. Regulus attempted leaping out at Avery with his pants down and his arse exposed but too many a time he did it to the WRONG PERSON. IT WAS ALWAYS BALDEN. Regulus thought it was Avery, but then he thought Balden was being exceptionally creepy and saying "ARRRRR!" just before coming in the room on PURPOSE. TO FOOL REGULUS. Because the creepy stalker-like bald man wanted to see his arse for whatever reason. Regulus had heard some mumblings about glowing arses of glory and gods and promptly his brain wept for its sanity.
NO MORE BALD MEN SEEING WHAT HE HAD TO OFFER FOR SOMEONE WHO WAS MOST DEFINITELY NOT BALDEN.
It had to be something less personal, in the way that it wouldn't end up with Regulus being molested by the Wrong Person (who would most likely be BALD. OH MY GOD.) and that would be best achieved by a photograph. Something for Avery to look at and let sink into that brain of his for awhile. Haunt his every waking moment. Until the desire for Regulus would consume him and he had no choice but to bestow upon Regulus the Buttsex, no matter how much Regulus knew or did not know. If he can produce a need that was THAT STRONG, then all was surely possible.
A photograph. That.. would be perfect. A dozen outfits and a few hours and many a snapshot with some funky old camera.. later, Regulus had it. And magic was damn good at adding colour and all of that to it.
Regulus grinned to himself as he snuck over to Avery's bed and placed a VERY SUGGESTIVE PHOTOGRAPH of himself -- that he had taken himself, thankyouverymuch, he had his WAYS -- PROPPED UP RIGHT AGAINST THE PILLOW WHERE HE WOULD SURELY NOT MISS IT.
Avery should be back soon. He SHOULD. He usually was around this time anyways, and Regulus was going to hide. He would hide and he would wait and he would see exactly what his latest course of action would accomplish with Avery. It should be interesting, as Avery was scheduled to have the room to himself for some time, judging by past trends. Well, Regulus was usually there, but he was HIDING. He just wanted to see what Avery would do given this opportunity and this photograph.
HE WOULD WAIT. IN SILENCE. In hiding, under his bed.
Characters: Regulus Black/Bartholomew Avery
Status: Private
Summary: Regulus was certainly rather persistent when his loins command him he had something in mind that he quite wanted.
Status: Incomplete
WARNING. For a link to a picture that isn't exactly work safe.
Strategizing. Lots of strategizing and careful planning and all sorts of other things. The past two or so days had been filled with all sorts of strategizing and thinking and some things just .. did not work.
Regulus was determined to get Avery in the sack even if it killed him, either from the effort or from not knowing what he was doing and making some sort of fatal error.
The blatant attacks were not working. Regulus attempted leaping out at Avery with his pants down and his arse exposed but too many a time he did it to the WRONG PERSON. IT WAS ALWAYS BALDEN. Regulus thought it was Avery, but then he thought Balden was being exceptionally creepy and saying "ARRRRR!" just before coming in the room on PURPOSE. TO FOOL REGULUS. Because the creepy stalker-like bald man wanted to see his arse for whatever reason. Regulus had heard some mumblings about glowing arses of glory and gods and promptly his brain wept for its sanity.
NO MORE BALD MEN SEEING WHAT HE HAD TO OFFER FOR SOMEONE WHO WAS MOST DEFINITELY NOT BALDEN.
It had to be something less personal, in the way that it wouldn't end up with Regulus being molested by the Wrong Person (who would most likely be BALD. OH MY GOD.) and that would be best achieved by a photograph. Something for Avery to look at and let sink into that brain of his for awhile. Haunt his every waking moment. Until the desire for Regulus would consume him and he had no choice but to bestow upon Regulus the Buttsex, no matter how much Regulus knew or did not know. If he can produce a need that was THAT STRONG, then all was surely possible.
A photograph. That.. would be perfect. A dozen outfits and a few hours and many a snapshot with some funky old camera.. later, Regulus had it. And magic was damn good at adding colour and all of that to it.
Regulus grinned to himself as he snuck over to Avery's bed and placed a VERY SUGGESTIVE PHOTOGRAPH of himself -- that he had taken himself, thankyouverymuch, he had his WAYS -- PROPPED UP RIGHT AGAINST THE PILLOW WHERE HE WOULD SURELY NOT MISS IT.
Avery should be back soon. He SHOULD. He usually was around this time anyways, and Regulus was going to hide. He would hide and he would wait and he would see exactly what his latest course of action would accomplish with Avery. It should be interesting, as Avery was scheduled to have the room to himself for some time, judging by past trends. Well, Regulus was usually there, but he was HIDING. He just wanted to see what Avery would do given this opportunity and this photograph.
HE WOULD WAIT. IN SILENCE. In hiding, under his bed.