Had this sordid little scene played out at Magisterius University, it would have been prelude to a threesome. MU was a magical place indeed, a jardin sauvage if the Savage concerned was Dan. There, anyone worth anything was Good, Giving, and Game, and if they weren't yet, they'd spend a few months being berated for their prudery before they finally learned to embrace pleasurable shame
( ... )
Amaranth sat up, dismayed by the reactions of her friends. Had this been MU, she might have actually succeeded in bringing about a threesome, but Lezard waqs clearly not having any.
"Oh, honey, you didn't interrupt anything," she said.
Steff completely ignored her, focusing her attention on Lezard. "Khersus, you're pissy," she groused. "It must have been good, whatever it was. And why the modesty? Gods, you're such a fucking prude."
This was a familliar argument, but she was ready to have it again. It wasn't fair. Amy could have had anyone else in her bed, and Steff wouldn't have cared, but she was bothered by the intimacy Lezard was showing someone that was not herself. She never would have admitted, even to herself, that she was jealous, but she clearly was.
Yes, it was a familiar argument. It was perhaps the argument. Lezard's refusal to let Steff past the barrier of his magely garb had come to represent all the other things he denied her, some of them quite intangible and subtle, others ... not so much. It was a familiar argument and an old one, and up until now, he'd mostly been winning it -- partly because allowing the argument to surface openly was in itself to allow vulnerability, so the matter was rarely verbalized.
Lezard chose not to engage with that subject at all. He redirected the criticism. "Would I do better to follow your example? There may be some professors, or some strangers in the Sorting Room, who have not yet tasted all your charms." What, jealous? Lezard? Of course not. "As it happens, I have recently suffered a loss, and was discussing this with Amaranth. You would not understand."
"Well, at least the professors and the random guys in the sorting room aren't fucking prudes!" Steff shot back, much louder than was perhaps necessary to make her point. "And what kind of tragic loss have you suffered that you couldn't just magically fix?"
She was completely oblivious to the fact that Amaranth was looking uncomfortable and was eyeing the door, clearly planning her escape.
Steff left her room in a torrent of rage and upset. A part of her was wondering why the hell she was even bothering. Obviously, though Lezard was fun to make out with, and though they did share similar interests, she could do so much better. Maybe she should concentrate on that... cultivate her relationship with Professor Harkonnen more, or something
( ... )
By then, Lezard would have supposed Steff had found something better to do. He assumed her style was limited to immediate and violent reprisals; he had no notion she could actually, well, plan anything. She seemed to him a creature of impulse and poorly-restrained appetite.
Much like himself. Which should have clued him in that she could plan and plot just as well as any other obsessive and maladjusted necromancer. It was kind of an occupational necessity.
When "Cathy Dollanganger" found him, he was lounging around in the Little Green Apple, reading some Muggle quantum physics, which he found droll beyond imagining. At his side was a Black Magic, scarcely touched. He'd ordered it for the name, but decided it tasted girly
( ... )
((Excuse the lack of Cathy icons. I've still been too lazy to upload one. XD))
Steff had to resist the urge to scowl. Oh, so Lezard knew this woman, too. Had he fucked her, too? Given how self-obsessed she was, she was probably a skank, and so the answer was probably yes.
"Why, thank you," she simpered, hating herself even as she did it. She took the glass and sipped delicately. "Golly-lolly, that looks like heavy reading." She batted her eyes coquettishly, even as she hated herself for even thinking the phrase "golly lolly" much less saying it out loud.
Lezard smiled at her -- smiled a wholly uncomplicated and appreciative smile. She was pretty and she thought he was smart, and these were good things. And he knew her, not well but well enough; he'd met her before, and felt positive she wouldn't turn out the way Yukimura had. (Never again would he pick up a beautiful stranger in the Little Green Apple. He had no appetite for kimono surprise.)
"This world does not yet know enough to combine 'science' and 'magic'. What the wizards call 'dark arts' come closest to approaching a true understanding of matter and energy. But I am not a theoretician; my work is more, hmm, hands-on." He set the book decisively aside. "How have you been taking to Hogwarts? I hope you have found occasion to enjoy the small gift I was able to offer when last we met."
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"Oh, honey, you didn't interrupt anything," she said.
Steff completely ignored her, focusing her attention on Lezard. "Khersus, you're pissy," she groused. "It must have been good, whatever it was. And why the modesty? Gods, you're such a fucking prude."
This was a familliar argument, but she was ready to have it again. It wasn't fair. Amy could have had anyone else in her bed, and Steff wouldn't have cared, but she was bothered by the intimacy Lezard was showing someone that was not herself. She never would have admitted, even to herself, that she was jealous, but she clearly was.
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Lezard chose not to engage with that subject at all. He redirected the criticism. "Would I do better to follow your example? There may be some professors, or some strangers in the Sorting Room, who have not yet tasted all your charms." What, jealous? Lezard? Of course not. "As it happens, I have recently suffered a loss, and was discussing this with Amaranth. You would not understand."
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She was completely oblivious to the fact that Amaranth was looking uncomfortable and was eyeing the door, clearly planning her escape.
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Much like himself. Which should have clued him in that she could plan and plot just as well as any other obsessive and maladjusted necromancer. It was kind of an occupational necessity.
When "Cathy Dollanganger" found him, he was lounging around in the Little Green Apple, reading some Muggle quantum physics, which he found droll beyond imagining. At his side was a Black Magic, scarcely touched. He'd ordered it for the name, but decided it tasted girly ( ... )
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Steff had to resist the urge to scowl. Oh, so Lezard knew this woman, too. Had he fucked her, too? Given how self-obsessed she was, she was probably a skank, and so the answer was probably yes.
"Why, thank you," she simpered, hating herself even as she did it. She took the glass and sipped delicately. "Golly-lolly, that looks like heavy reading." She batted her eyes coquettishly, even as she hated herself for even thinking the phrase "golly lolly" much less saying it out loud.
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"This world does not yet know enough to combine 'science' and 'magic'. What the wizards call 'dark arts' come closest to approaching a true understanding of matter and energy. But I am not a theoretician; my work is more, hmm, hands-on." He set the book decisively aside. "How have you been taking to Hogwarts? I hope you have found occasion to enjoy the small gift I was able to offer when last we met."
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