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[loopdeelou]

:Week Name/Date/Time: 'Sometimes You Just Can't Win'/ Saturday, September 23, 2006/ 1:15 PM
Location: The Infirmary
Open to: Brinley, Illiad, and a very disturbed Madame Pomfrey
Currently Involving:  Lou-boo!

RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN!

That was the noise Louvika Hawkin's brain made. It sounded, actually, a bit trainish. Intresting thought to ponder later, but

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[loopdeelou]

Illiad worked well with orders from Brinley, in fact, he worked better with this order than if he'd had it as an option. If you disobeyed an order, you made the person not only mad by dispointed. But if you were given the option and didn't follow through... it just didn't feel the same. And when Brinley's eyes met his... Illiad felt as though he couldn't hold them there. He looked quickly down to the sheets between the pair of them, his own grey eyes wide and nervous

[homely_illiad]

With that kiss, Illiad knew the deal was sealed. He let Brinley take whatever he wanted from it. No more talking to Louvika. Well. It wasn't much of a sacrifice, he supposed, now that he thought about it. But if he was planning on cutting off his ties with his family come Christmas, this might make it easier. Cut off the strongest one. But still

[brinley_watson]

Infirmatory Macking would have to wait. He had queued a comment that Illiad had made and expected more from it before things would go any further. But oh, did he make that kiss worth it. He had spent so much time bending and twisting his poor boyfriend that he knew what had to be done to get things secured. He threw his all into that kiss, even going so far as to tangle a hand into his hair and rise slightly from his seat. For once, it was passionate and wanting, not taking and demanding. Some odd sort of new kiss and Brinley knew exactly what he was doing by unleashing it at that moment.

Part of him wanted Illiad to feel it as the loving, hungry kiss that it was so that he would think that he loved him. Another part, small as it was (of course/as always), wanted him to know that he did in that sick, twisted way that the feeling was felt and shown

[homely_illiad]

Illiad... didn't really know what more there was to say about December. Dissapointed that the kiss had only been a kiss, but sort of relieved that it had been (he was still mighty tired), he leaned back into the pillows and shut his eyes a moment, hands drifting down from Brinley's shoulders to the boys sides. He let one thumb caress the older boy slightly, still affectionate, almost begging for Brinley to return the favor

[brinley_watson]

As he spoke, Brinley half listened.. he was a bit preoccupied figuring out what his next move should be. All of these demands, oh, they had to make his boyfriend weary. He knew that if he pushed too hard, it would all be ruined. Surely Illiad could only take so much before he'd run. Brinley had decided that from then on, every push he made had to be backed up by reassurance, so said reassurance was exactly what he gave him. Eyes intently studying the younger boy, he kicked snakeskin boots off and climbed up into the bed with him.

It had been over three years now, hadn't it? He could make suggestions such as the one he was about to make, surely. Right, he didn't want to. But he sort of felt like he had to. Besides, having Illiad about and around him would mean that he'd have him.. all the time. It's what he wanted, wasn't it?

"You will and stay with me," he replied, hesitant and quiet as he took a position at Illiad's side. There was no 'You should' or 'Would you like to?'... no. He handed out demands, not suggestions

[homely_illiad]

Illiad felt his heart start to glow again. Stay with Brinley? Stay there, with him! Yes. Oh yes! Here was his reward for being a good boyfriend... he had a home and the arms of a warm lover to spend time with! And he's be staying with Brinley's grandparents, who he'd heard were proper purebloods. There wouldn't be any more talk of Illiad Hawkins being a lousey bloodtraitor around the Slytherin Common Rooms. No, now everyone would know how he'd eliminated the blood traitors from his life, replaced them with more apt candidates

[brinley_watson]

Exactly what he was shooting for there. Andrew Frazer hadn't been, and never would be offered a place in his home. Only Illiad.

No, Brinley would never offer anyone anything 'just to be nice'. Being nice really wasn't his thing, and thank goodness he realized this! If he said it, he meant it. Thankfully his lover knew and understood this completely. He might have... well, not been exactly honest in why, but that didn't matter. Point A met with Point D, and did B and C (so full of evil and greed) really matter in the great scheme of things? No no. Just that it began and ended, that's all that ever really mattered.

As for his grandparents, well. He did actually worry that they wouldn't let Illiad stay with them. They would, of course, but Brinley didn't know that they were as apt for pleasing their victims as he was so he did worry. If it didn't pan out, however.. well, they'd just have to find another place to stay. Illiad was going to be with him. He was Brinley's. One couldn't allow their favourite thing to go

[homely_illiad]

Illiad, however, was probably more so on the fence than even Brinley, seeing as he'd been raised by some of Dumbledore's biggest, craziest supporters. Why, there had even been rumors that Cadmus, Illiad's favorite of his two brothers, had had a death order put on him by Death Eaters. Whether or not this was true, Illiad didn't know-- those Death Eaters would've had to have been pretty tricky to drown Cadmus in front of nearly the entire family. But the death had still been devestating, and was one of the main factors Illiad had always blamed for his being placed in Slytherin-- he had sat under the Sorting Hat not a month thereafter, full of sad and bitter thoughts

[brinley_watson]

Well, his Mum was obviously pro-Dumbledore, but his Dad hadn't a clue about the entire ordeal. He cared more for Manchester U than anything in the Wizarding world. So right, he only had to deal with half the pro-good influence, and had twenty-times the evil influence, so.. yes. Brinley was more far gone then his boyfriend. Only thing that anyone could really hope for would be that in the end, they'd wind up on the same side of whatever fence they jump across. Denial of love or not, Illiad really was Brinley's world.. at times. You know, when some hotter young filly wasn't about to take Brin's attention away. Details, smetails

[homely_illiad]

((OOC: Stage-leftastic!))