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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 23, 2018 0:27:53 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She watched the patronus as well, finding something soothing about watching it.
"Mm, very handsome... but you've been of immense help for me."
She reaches out for him, his hand, wanting to draw him back towards her, to be close.
She relented to his worries, nodding. She'll just avoid it for now.
She looked to him before her eyes turned back towards the flat.
"If... we could do it near the fire, I'd appreciate it," she swallows thickly. "I... normally do the change... um... naked."
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Dec 22, 2018 23:44:44 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 23:44:44 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She giggled at him as she saw the flame of determination ignite in his eyes.
"Indeed, all three of them," she confirmed his thoughts, another laugh.
She watched as he cast his patronus. Well, perhaps the animagus thing wouldn't work out. A wolf hanging out with a torpedo ray would be an amusing thing as it was. But he was right if his animagus form took a similar form... ah well.
She nodded at him, her eyes glancing around the flat visually picking out a spot. Near the fire would be ideal. As she would have to be... oh.
Her gaze returned to him and she grinned. He assumed it would go that far. She rose a brow.
"Brave of you to think that far ahead, but I was just saying that we would explore where that instinct of your led... because what you're speaking of nothing to be afraid of."
She sighed softly, "if you're uncomfortable, I won't press the issue. It's merely a suggestion... I want.... us to be comfortable with each other."
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Dec 22, 2018 22:40:22 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 22:40:22 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She smiled at him at this.
"It doesn't really make a difference. Though having another animal near, one that can defend itself, I should add, keeps us from hurting ourselves."
She shrugs. "My brother's friends figured that out. Remus' favourite is Sirius, obviously. A Dog for the son so aptly named after the Dog Star."
She looks at him with a gleam in her eyes, "I wonder what yours will be, son named after the Leo?"
She giggles.
"If you have wards that will help protect me, I will gladly accept them. Being restrained will also help me not hurt myself. Perhaps a nice heavy dose of calming draught administered before the change would be acceptable as well."
She looks around the room. "With the calming draught and the right restraints, I should be okay. Pitiful, but okay."
She pondered his explanation, finding an unexpected but not unpleasant thrill shoot up her spine and she bit into her bottom lip, wondering if he would accept her response. While the thought of tieing his hands and having him submit to her was a thrilling thought, but at this current time, she wouldn't initiate that.
She did a mental evaluation, running a checklist in her mind, and she could agree that having her head slammed into a wall wasn't very attractive. Some other things, however....
She didn't know how to breach the subject, but she wished she had access to the material that she had learned such things from. Damn her brother and those novels. Where did he even find such things anyway?!
"No, we can't have them untrained, no. In fact, I wonder if it would be beneficial to be subject to those things."
She looked at him curiously for a moment. Suddenly she's got his hands together, in a show of strength that may be of a surprise for a female of her stature, conveniences of being a werewolf. She's stronger than she looks.
"I can restrain you," she said this lowly in nearly a growl, her own instincts flaring up. "But I don't want to. I don't want to curb your instincts. I don't want you to submit to me."
She inhales, releasing his hands. "We can test the theory, I want to see where that instinct leads you when it comes to me. If it's something undesirable, I can and will stop you."
She gives him a grin, a finger trailing along his jaw. She leaned in, pressing a soothing kiss there as well.
"I trust you."
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Dec 22, 2018 14:53:26 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 14:53:26 GMT
Do you like the Marauders? Severus Snape? Marlene? Dorcas? Mary? You should join. Accepting of any and all. discordapp.com/invite/Czs7D74Link back under ROLEPLAY AND ACCESSORIES in #promote-ur-thing.
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Dec 22, 2018 14:36:07 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 14:36:07 GMT
Feel free to steal if you'd like. Pick ONE and tell me to answer as myself, or my character.
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Dec 22, 2018 14:03:12 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 14:03:12 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
His question about what he should to when came close to the moon had her brows raising but she had an honest answer.
"Unless you have an animagus form, you'll be nowhere near me when it happens. You'll leave thirty minutes before moonrise, and return thirty minutes after moon fall."
She seemed rather firm in the details like she had figured it out to the exact timing. Of course, she would have.
She sighed heavily. "It is very hard, depending on what sort of accommodation I have. Back at Hogwarts, we were able to run freely in the Forest, therefore there was less risk of me hurting anyone, including myself.
Now that I'll be locking myself up here... well, I can't guarantee I'll come out completely unscathed. I just do hope I don't go after my face."
She wasn't vain, but she knew she was pretty. Scars on her face would be a shame, and she felt she just really wouldn't be able to pull it off like her brother seemed to be able to.
She used a glamour for her arms and legs, so she didn't have to go about in long sleeves and pants all the time.
She felt the tightening of his fingers in her hair and she smiled mentally, a little noise of content forming in the back of her throat but it was cut short when he suddenly pulled away, and it was a complete pull away.
She barely registered the sinking feeling in her chest but it was soon overridden by a wash of confusion as he seemed to punish himself in a way like a house-elf who'd disobeyed a direct order.
She caught his hand to stop him from continuing with the self-harm, gripping it tightly and bringing it to her lips.
Her free hand went to his cheek, turning his head to look at her.
"It's okay. I'm not hurt. It didn't hurt. You didn't hurt me. I--I liked it. Pulling my hair in that sort of situation wasn't a bad thing."
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Dec 22, 2018 13:14:15 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 13:14:15 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Her dark look lit up with amusement.
"Ah, indeed." He was so innocent, so endearing, and it gave her almost a sort of rush of power, in a way. "It was loud indeed."
However, she had no further comment, not wanting to enlighten him to what had been the cause of all the noise. Though, she agreed that it was very loud, and really who knew sixteen and seventeen-year-olds could be so... active? Though, she was sure it wasn't just limited to those particular age groups.
He went in for a third and the look of curiosity made her smile. When his hand slid to her neck, she shivered, having not been subject to the intensity of this sort of.... affection ever. Such an adventure she was having.
She could tell she had made him curious about what she meant when she said 'further', and figured it was good as time as any to turn things up a notch. He was giving her the perfect opportunity, literally speaking.
Her fingers tips brushed against his jaw as she slowly deepened the kiss. Those fingers sinking into his hair, nails scratching gently at his scalp before coming to rest, not wanting to overwhelm him with too many sensations at once.
Tentatively, she drew her tongue across his bottom lip, waiting for some form of resistance. Finding none, she carried on, slowly slipping in between his parted lips and against his own tongue.
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Dec 22, 2018 11:28:35 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 11:28:35 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Yes, she had indeed guessed right that he would enjoy figuring it out for himself.
As they say, the journey is just as enjoyable as the destination.
No, she really didn't mind. The next kiss he initiated had a different tone indeed, perhaps playful? Inquisitive?
While the first kiss hadn't really pulled her emotions, though the thought of it had, the second caused her heart to leap in her chest. He was gaining confidence, she could tell, and she smiled into this kiss, humming happily.
He pulled away again, and she followed but halted when she realized what she had done.
This was a very different source of affection, one she could get addicted to easily as well.
She ran her thumb across her bottom lip with a coy grin. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
When he asked if he had gone too far, her eyes darkened, a heat appearing in them as she gazed at him solidly. She wondered if he would pick up on the look in her eyes. "It wasn't too far, no. I could go much farther."
She smiled at him, leaving the suggestion there. "I am starting to believe, yes. I believe that you do see something in me that is indeed, very precious."
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Dec 22, 2018 10:45:29 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 10:45:29 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She realized she had squeaked out the word and perhaps it sounded really dispassionate, like a relenting, almost huffed 'fine, okay', like a resistant teen that didn't want to take out the trash.
But if she could give him a window into her mind, well, he would be able to see that okay was her holding back.
She didn't have a frame of reference exactly of how kisses were supposed to go, so she was on the same level as him here, unsure, uncertain. However, there was something there, she had to note as it was easy for her to respond, to guide him gently.
He was nervous, understandably so. She could probably easily take the wheel, show him, maybe. But, with a grin, as he pulled away, she knew this was a puzzle he would enjoy much more figuring out on his own.
It wasn't passionate and she could tell it was a kiss done in respect, and part of her wondered if she could change the tone of it someday. She had enjoyed it immensely anyway.
"Not as terrible as you think," she responded warmly, and it was an honest truth. Perhaps she had an idea of what a kiss might be, but put it into practice and well, things just kinda get shoved out the door. "But I am not averse to you trying again, as many tries as you'd like, really."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 9:59:18 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Guy's guy.
That made sense.
Oh, she followed, she followed indeed. Given what she'd seen.
It felt like she was langlocked however as her mind seemed to catch onto an underlying message in his words.
Well, it wasn't too underlying. Given that he stated it specifically.
"...only after I like someone."
But she wondered what kind of like it was. Where did she settle in his mind? Where did he settle in hers? Questions, questions, questions.
Missed opportunities. She had been so out of place in Slytherin. But she had not asked to be in Gryffindor. Which was a strange thought, because wouldn't you think she should've been? No, she had wanted to be truly sorted. It never meant she wasn't brave. It was all bollocks that you only proved to be brave by asking to be in Gryffindor. In fact, she thought she proved braver letting the hat take the wheel. She wanted to be great, she wanted to change the world.
Ah, that's probably why she was in Slytherin... there were wizards who did great things in Slytherin, some terrible, but great.
In two days, she had accomplished a great thing, she acquiesced, she wasn't sure where his mind lay when it came to the politics of the current climate. But she was sure his parents had put several things in his head.
To have them changed... well, that was a very great thing.
Her stomach fluttered, pleased with herself.
Her brain finally shut up, however, when she registered his hand sliding into her hair from her cheek.
She hadn't made a rule. But now he was asking her. She felt herself searching her eyes, she wasn't sure for what. Him to be joking? Deceit?
"Okay."
She wondered what would happen when he broke through that final wall.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 9:09:52 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Ah. So that was Kretcher.
She wasn't going to mention that she knew the name from Sirius. But seeing the creature the name belonged to now was... weird.
She didn't dwell on it for long. Nor the fact that he had called the house-elf, from his home, here, ordered it to not speak of her or this place, requested food and it popped off again.
Well, he was the Sole Heir now, wasn't he?
It was uncanny the chemistry and connection between them, and still, the irony wasn't lost on her here.
He was shifting in her hold, her chin caught, she was still lost in her thoughts until the light pressure against her lips yanked her out of it with force and she stared at him, eyes wide.
She hadn't set a rule for him. Not like she had with Severus. Though she told herself she would not initiate that contact with Regulus herself - had she left it open in her mind that he would be the one to initiate. Obviously not.
She was thoroughly distracted, nice job, but so much so, she didn't speak. Her fingers went to her lips, and her brain shot at her several different things.
All very much Lupin. Lupinisms, she fondly calls them. Things that go through their head when something triggers their deeply rooted lack of self-confidence causing the self-deprecation to rear its ugly head.
Something, she had pride in stamping down, thank you very much.
He was tearing through all her carefully constructed walls without much force and she felt vulnerable.
Not to mention she had already been near tears, to begin with.
It had only been what? Three days since she'd run into him in that shop? And here she was, holding him. Somewhere in her mind, she understood now why her brother was so angry at her. She was too trusting. Too idealistic.
But also there was the part in her that told her that if he was going to kill her, he would have done it already.
Wouldn't have spent whatever it was to get this flat.
"Now talk."
Oh, right, he had told her to do something. Who was submitting to who here? Was it equal submission? The tone when he said it jolted her.
She gave him a weak smile, not sure if he was going to be comfortable hearing such a thing.
"Ah, I... was just remembering... your brother said something similar to mine, once. Sirius... once... was emotional support to... my brother, and occasionally myself... in a similar fashion. But, I... never felt truly comfortable... like this, with him. He's caught me on a bad day and offered a hand of comfort, but, never, nothing like this. Still..."
She wouldn't speak of the intimacies she'd witnessed. She wouldn't speak of the jealousy that had risen within her. The envy of wanting someone of her very own.
Even if her brother fought against that very thought, thinking that no one could love him like so. He was blinded to the obviousness.
She wasn't so stupid, but the opportunities never crossed for her.
And she wouldn't dare label this situation with 'except now'.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 8:01:15 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She opened her mouth to retort and then closed it again, shaking her head.
"Right, I know what you meant. But caring for another goes so much farther than just snuggling."
She giggled lightly at him but didn't fight more on the subject. He spoke of Walburga and her way of discipline and it was obvious she wanted to fight against that too, that no good parent used curses like that to discipline. That he shouldn't just have to take it. As it really just lined up way too much with her history, as it was.
Her father, however, powerful wizard he is, resorted to more muggle ways of disciplining his children. Any snap of leather would have her trembling in fear for the rest of her life, she supposed.
"Three days before I have to stop what?" she said in a whisper, her lips brushing his cheek.
Her cheeks coloured when he kissed her nose, however, and her arms around him tightened slightly as he told her should wouldn't ever be alone again.
She was suddenly assaulted with the memories of better days when her brother still loved her. When they first started at Hogwarts, when they first befriended Sirius. Well, Remus had befriended him, Rose had just piggybacked off it. Sirius hadn't seemed to mind.
She fought hard against the want to fall apart again. Her mental defences down once more. The only obvious change in her demeanour was she had suddenly gone quiet, her breathing sounded as if she were attempting to keep it steady, and that she dropped her forehead to his shoulder and her arms tightened again.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 7:09:46 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Part of her wanted to inspect how far that curse mark went. To investigate how far Walburgas torture went. But she clamped down on that, it seemed to be fading anyway, she was more concerned with the disorientation and the dizziness.
"Good," it was good he wasn't fighting it, she knew he wouldn't, but for some reason, she couldn't keep the authority out of her voice when she had said for him to lay down and relax.
"Oh, wonderful," she said quietly. It was hooked up to the floo. She'd be able to get to Diagon easily, to stock up easily.
When he told her not to waste her money on him, she grins. "You take care of me, I take care of you. It's how this agreement goes, right? And it worries me that you showed up so disoriented. Though I'm sure that was the nature of the curse as it was. But I feel somewhat responsible for the punishment you received today."
She arranged him into the position he had pulled her into earlier today, her arms more comfortably around his waist, a plethora of options for her to bestow affection on him, but unsure of where to start.
"I didn't want to be alone."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 6:40:14 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
With a flick of her wand, the settee had changed into a very plush chez lounge which was much more appropriate to the situation. She sat down Indian style and then pulled him down in such a way that his head was in her lap. Her hands fluttered over him, fingers on his temples.
"Shh, close your eyes."
Perhaps she was more Alpha than she let on, especially with the no-argument tone she had given that command in. She was impressed that he could see the few wards she had already put up, but she could only do so much. A lot of her magic had been depleted and it would take a bit for her to recover.
"I'd love the help, but for the moment, I want you to lay here and relax."
Her lips are at his temple and then cheek is pressed against the top of his head as she brought her arms around him, pulling him towards her.
After a few moments... "have you eaten?"
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 3:19:28 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
For the first time in weeks, she was freshly showered.
Before she had just been using charms, and that left her skin dry and raw. She was clean, but god did it start to hurt after awhile. No amount of salves she created help ease the dryness after such methods.
When he had left earlier in the day, she had warded the place with the ones she knew, including a detection charm, and then left to get those supplies.
Wood, food, clothing.
She hadn't had clothing in awhile. Never really anywhere to settle and unpack her pockets.
Oh, that was another reason she was feeling so tired. The amount of her strength she had been using, carrying her items around. She had cast a noise cancelling charm on the ladder outside to help with that as well.
She felt more like her self, in her thick over sized jumper. The fire had warmed the tiny apartment and she had conjured bed things out of clothing items she didn't have a use for anymore. Pillows and a thick comforter.
She was surprised to see the owl when it arrived, obviously knowing who it was, as there was only one person who knew where she was located. She gave the bird a bit of bacon and shooed it off.
He would be...?
There was a slight buzzing in the air, alerting her that someone had come in through the window. She dashed into the main room, her eyes filling with concern at the sigh of the mark on his cheek.
Damn that Walburga!
"Reg..." she reached out a hand to hover over the cheek. It was a fading mark, but it was still there, and she could still feel a trickle of the magic in it on his skin.
She the pressed her hand to that cheek, brushing over the mark with her thumb as if wiping away the residual magic. Her hand slid down to his neck, in her aim to soothe.
"Are you okay?"
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