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das_vedanya in lolocracy

How is a Raven like a Writing Desk?

Oct 17, 2010 23:53

WHO: Raivis, Ivan, and Alfred
WHEN: Sunday, October 17th, Afternoon
WHERE: Outside the Great Hall, Grand Staircase.
WHAT: A love-struck Gryffindor, an envious Slytherin, and romantic potion-maker walk into a barcorridor...

( Transfiguration, of Course! )

status: complete, not gay just hungover, you've got red on you, latvia, !event: harry potter, i solemnly swear i am up to no good, russia, i swear to drunk i'm not god, america

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waitforsuperman October 18 2010, 19:03:52 UTC

Alfred quirked his head. What a strange question, didn't Raivis know exactly what he wanted? Couldn't he tell what Alfred wanted from their loving connection? "I want you~" the American said blatantly. Even more blatantly than usual. Blunt. "C'mon, we've both got a free period~ Why don't we go find somewhere quiet together~?"

He leaned in close again, ignoring the Russian's glowers and general iciness of his mere presence and focusing on the radiance of his lovely and adorable Ravis. "Come along with me Raivis~"

das_vedanya October 18 2010, 19:33:18 UTC

"No." Ivan's hand closed tightly around the other Slytherin's wrist and yanked him out of the American's hold. Like a boa constrictor prepping to devour his meal, he curled his arm around Raivis's waist so tightly that it was a wonder the younger boy could still breathe. "Stay here Raivis."

Well, if Alfred wanted to play this game, then Ivan was fully prepared to sacrifice his Queen to put the King in check; he tilted the Latvian's chin up to properly meet his, then pressing his lips hot and flush onto his mate's.

man_nav_naudas October 18 2010, 20:03:03 UTC

How was a Raivis like a Writhing Mess?

The answer was simply thus: When his best friend, the object of his fervent admiration, the man who owned roughly half his heart and nearly all of his loyalty kissed him so soundly his knees gave way and all semblance of coherency fled his addled mind.

His fingers scrambled for purchase in the loose folds of Ivan's robes, clutching spasmodically, tugging, pulling. It was only to keep from falling to the floor, he tried dimly to convince himself. His mouth moved only because he wanted to speak, not because he was responding to it. Not because he wanted it. He wanted to be kissing Peter Kirkland. Peter Kirkland who was distinctly not Alfred Jones or the one holding him exhilaratingly close. Ivan Braginski. Ivan Braginski. "S-" Raivis tried to pull back. "I-Ivan..."

waitforsuperman October 18 2010, 22:22:20 UTC

Alfred's eyes narrowed.

It was rare to see the Gryffindor so absolutely calm and that in itself was frightening. He didn't reach for his wand, oh no, that'd be too easy. With one hand, he seized the limp and trembling boy, ripping him from Ivan and throwing him aside. Half of him was infuriated with the fact that Raivis was being unwillingly kissed by Ivan.

And another, deeper and darker half of him was raging that Ivan, his Ivan, was kissing Raivis. Luckily both sides had a similar solution to the problem.

Alfred's fist cracked across Ivan's jaw. The arc of the fist finished, diving into the pocket of his robes, seizing his hand, standing a few steps above Ivan, chest heaving with emotion.

"Get away from him."

das_vedanya October 18 2010, 22:45:26 UTC

In a blur of pain his jaw, falsified bliss on his lips, the faces of gathering students, and every ounce of rage for Alfred he'd suppressed since their encounter on Friday, Ivan stood with his own fingers massing the contact point on his jaw as he righted his head from its forcefully cocked position over his right shoulder. He'd punched him - what a positively muggle thing to do!

But he'd spoken too soon, and now was sighting down the point of Alfred's wand. "So this is how you want to settle matters, hm? I just might have to oblige~" So his wand slipped out from his own robe in turn, and pointed at the bridge of Alfred's glasses.