the only octavius o. pepper (dinglealltheway) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-12-27 17:11:00

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adian rosenberg, adrian mattias, andrea johnson, anneliese jugson, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, bianca aubrey, billie trimble, caden flint, cassandra parkinson, charles spinnet, charlotte sweeting, drystan fawcett, edward pennifold, elizabeth fortescue, elliot alderton, elphias doge, estella flint, ethan jordan, flynn wright, franziska dolohov, gabriel corner, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, greta catchlove, group, henry wadcock, howell williams, iwan quigley, jake bexley, jeremiah whitehorn, kalista borgin, larkin whitby, louis bonaccord, mackenzie goldstein, magnolia mattias, mattie scarpin, max fancourt, melania comstock, michal conway lynch, miles lufkin, mirabelle jasper, miranda frobisher, nicodemo penrose, nicola scarpin, nora peakes, octavius pepper, odette boot, oliver comstock, orion sinistra, penelope fawcett, phoebe smethwyck, rachel corner, ralph frobisher, remus lupin, rose knightley, rupert brookstanton, saoirse mullet, savannah davies, sebastian goldstein, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, west sumpter, william jugson, winnifred llewellyn

New Year's Eve Masquerade! For Tuesday

Octavius believed hiring someone to organise an event for him meant they would actually organise an event for him. Unfortunately, that notion proved to be a false one when the organiser left him high and dry in the middle of the month, but Octavius persevered. With the help of himself, Mira, occasionally Lottie Sweeting, and an army of lackeys, the night of the masquerade had come together as beautifully as possible.

Lottie had, for once, actually done her job, and at either entrance of the grand foyer were attendants handing out beautifully crafted half-masks to party-goers, and collecting them as people left. The ballroom was majestic and shimmering, the music was softly thrumming, the drinks were pouring, and the mood was infectious. All in all, Octavius thought, it was a satisfactory night to end a rather satisfactory year. After the chaos and excitement that had chased him all throughout 1983, he was rather happy to have had a (comparably) quiet year.

"Can you make sure Miss Warbeck is ready to begin?" he murmured to an attendant nearby who then scurried off. The Wizarding Wireless Network had, after all, promised a wonderful surprise at midnight! Octavius needed to ensure everything went perfectly.

The flash of a nearby photographer made Octavius scowl, annoyed was he at even the few press witches and wizards who had paid handsomely to be at the charity event tonight. The publicity was good, no one could deny that, and the masks concealed everyone's identity at least marginally so there was no grievous intrusion on privacy, but that didn't mean Octavius enjoyed their presence.

He rolled up the sleeve of his dress robe to check his watch, then his eyes darted back to the stage. It was five minutes to midnight! What, for heaven's sake, was Celestina Warbeck taking so long to appear onto an already dressed stage? Shaking his head agitatedly, Octavius cut through a path through the brightly coloured bodies in the mingling crowd to check on his star performer.

OOC Read this for questions, or ask me! Fluid time, so feel free to thread before/after kisses. Again, the "compulsion" to find your kissing partner kicks in 5-10 minutes before midnight and could be anything from thinking you should walk and get some punch to being mystifyingly sexually attracted to the masked stranger at your side. HAVE FUN! GO WILD ♥ AND HAPPY NEW YEAR'S MY GORGEOUS GALS.

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starcrossed
2013-12-29 03:45 am UTC (link)

It was starting to get close to midnight, and Adian felt himself becoming concerned (yes, that was the word) about how exactly he was supposed to execute the most epic of New Year's Eve snogs if the intended recipient was nowhere to be found. Lottie had been running here and there all night, as was right, and for the most part swung around every once in a while to check in, but now... Adian fidgeted with his mask. Nowhere to be seen. He had even taken to standing awkwardly off toward the side of the dance floor, as if waiting for a bright neon sign from above to direct him toward his date, in hopes of catching a wave of Lottie's auburn hair, but no luck.

He flirted with the idea of taking his mask off and roaming for a bit, but after experiencing Lottie's deep displeasure over catching a couple with no masks on at all, Adian knew it would not be within his best interest for him to find her without it. That made things much more difficult, and so it was with a heavy sigh that he mustered his legs forward into the crowd. He would find her, he was sure of it--- it was meant to be! He had a plan, things were going to happen, build off of tonight, and...

As he thought to himself, Adian felt his heart begin to pump and his limbs jump to life. Yes! This was exactly what he should be doing, finding the right witch to kiss at midnight, and he would know her when he saw her because---

Adian looked up toward the ceiling as the first loud chime counting down to the new year rang through the room. It was happening already, and he hadn't found her! A sort of frenzied energy filled him, and with every gong Adian felt his heart and brain race faster and faster. He wasn't even sure what he was looking for anymore, just that he'd know what it was when he found it.

And what was--- whoa. Adian stopped dead in his tracks, gaze landing upon undoubtable who he had been looking for. A holy pure being had stepped before him, practically engulfed in unadulterated light, and all he could think about was that this had been what he'd been looking for--- her in white. It was as if singing had filled his ears and the crowd had parted just so he could gaze upon her.

Because she had obviously been searching for him too, it was without hesitation that Adian reached forward to hold the side of her face, and kiss her with a bit more vigor than he had any witch in a while.

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winnietakesall
2013-12-29 04:22 am UTC (link)

Winnifred Llewellyn was no fan of New Year's Eve, a holiday she was certain was invented for the purpose of debauchery and nothing more. She was here only because it was someone's horrible idea of a date in her quickly diminishing revolving door of Pure-blooded escorts. The last year, she had been possessed by some malevolent force, no doubt an infectious product of the crass delinquency happening around her, into kissing someone in the Hit-wizarding department, and the stir that coupling had caused! The lovelorn glances and mooning by her desk rather than report on assignments grew so problematic that Winnie was forced to quit lest her sanity be at stake! Some men simply did not understand the right of a lady to say no.

In the end, leaving had been for the best. After she was nearly killed from the influenza, she was awoken with purpose and put her impeccable breeding to good use at an art gallery. Though she told all who inquired that she was much happier in a role that befit her station in life, Winnie would admit to no one that she quite often missed the unconventional role she had taken on in a fit of rebellion to spite her brother.

As she was currently tangled up in the arms of a strong, dashing wizard, having the daylights kissed out of her, Winnie thought she might, one day, perhaps, grow to like the banal idea of New Year's Eve after all. Winnie wasn't entirely sure how their lips had come to be pressed so divinely against one another's, but all she knew was that she had been looking for someone, whose name she couldn't recall at this moment, and had found them. Him. Someone. Someone perfect. Had Winnie ever been kissed like this in her life?

"We can get married in the winter," she mumbled against those perfectly formed lips, curling her fingers into the locks of the shockingly luscious hair at the nape of her future husband's neck. "I can wear something from the Spring collection."

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starcrossed
2013-12-29 06:16 pm UTC (link)

That didn't sound so bad. When a kiss was this intense, this enveloping, this bone-shaking, was there even anything to question? Somewhere, in the back of Adian's mind, he supposed there should probably a collection of questions and concerns forming about what he thought he heard the witch in his arms say, and what he should be thinking from it, but right now, in this moment, he couldn't exactly be bothered to stop to figure it out. There was a time and a place for everything, and the time was midnight on New Year's Eve, and the place was a state in which his free hand could tease through the hairline back behind her ear.

Her hair was glorious it reminded him of never-ending golden silk. Or a crackling warm fireplace, or---

"Okay," he mumbled back, nodding ever so slightly. Yeah, sure, whatever she wanted, honestly as long as he got to keep feeling like this. "Spring collection," Adian echoed, thinking that sounded fancy.

Wait---

His lips had parted from hers, only for a second, which allowed one clear thought to make it through to the front of his mind. Holding her chin up toward him with his hands, Adian blinked hazily. There was something that he needed to address---

"What--" he started breathlessly, thinking nothing else more important to attend to than this; what his future wife went by. "What is your name? What do you--- who--"

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winnietakesall
2014-01-06 07:24 pm UTC (link)

"Winnifred," she stated dreamily, "but you may call me Winnie."

Of all the outcomes to have arisen from this previously dreary evening, Winnie had not thought that her life-long quest for a husband would finally conclude tonight!

Perhaps there was something to be said for New Year's Eve, after all.

They, naturally, would have to be married on this day, in a year, to commemorate their anniversary, Winnie thought as she wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders and deepened the kiss most scandalously. Gabriel Corner may have married his shrew of a wife on the same day, but that hardly mattered now that she had found her true Prince Charming. Their wedding would outshine that tawdry affair without a doubt. In fact, Winnie was quite astounded she even remembered Gabriel's name, she was so taken with the man she had firmly affixed herself to.

He was hardly a stranger, although Winnie had to admit she did not know his name, nor could she recall ever having seen him before, though she was quite certain she had met all the eligible (and not so eligible) Pure-blooded wizards in Britain. Her elusive suitor must have been waiting in the shadows for the perfect time to sweep his silvery blonde, brushing bride off her feet.

She added, as an equally dreamy afterthought to the trail of kisses dusting her neck, "You'll have to take my name."

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starcrossed
2014-01-07 06:46 pm UTC (link)

Winnifred. Winnifred. Winnifred. Winnie!

As Adian pressed his lips to the soft part of her neck, he idly pondered how he'd known of a Winnie, once. Went to school with her, scary Slytherin, right terror in the night. A creature of demon's nightmares Louis had put it once, absolutely nothing like the holy veela in his arms.

He could count the ways that they were different! Aside from, of course, their striking blonde hair, a trait Adian only remembered from the verbal lashing he received after noting to Louis one day in Charms how it reminded him of golden, curled si---

Adian's eyes opened suddenly, his entire existence frozen in his last thought. Golden silk? His Winnie had gold silken hair, he hadn't stopped running his fingers through it this whole time, what was the possibility that---

How was his Winnie nothing like that Winnie, exactly? What were exact details they could all observe that distinctly set the two witches apart? Adian dared to rake his gaze up, eyes honing in on her own, grabbing to connect the lines that her mask left unknown and erased. That--- it--- but---

"Oh Merlin," he rushed, and without warning extended her out away from him at arm's length. Adian still held Winnie's face tenderly in his hands, but more in the manner to which one had just realized to be holding an explosive and corrosive potion, not your lover's face. He looked at her, eyes wide, nose flared, lips puckered red, and jaw set tight--- and he still wanted to snog her senseless.

Winnie Llewellyn! What was happening to him?!

"Winnie Llewellyn?" he gasped, the urge to start snogging her again becoming even harder to ignore. It was difficult, Adian would have to admit, but for the sake of his life, he resisted.

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winnietakesall
2014-01-12 06:41 pm UTC (link)

"Yes?" she murmured, cupping her own hand over his which remained on her face, stroking his perfectly formed hand lovingly. "You know of me, of course."

Proper husband material would know all about who she was, naturally. And he was, after all, perfect for her.

Yet he remained too far out of her grasp, such that she could not pepper his face with kisses as was her intention and deepest desire in that moment—it was quite irritating, and a prickle of annoyance permeated through her blissful cloud.

Winnie did not deign to think of herself as overly empathetic, and thus did not trifle with wondering about people's emotions and such things, but perhaps this man resisted showering her with more of his affections until he had properly introduced himself to his intended. While Winnie had impeccable breeding, and certainly had knowledge of impeccable manners, she often failed to practice such because they so rarely suited her.

As it was the polite and well-bred thing to do, and would hopefully lead to more of the delicious kisses they had been sharing, Winnie thought long-sufferingly that she ought to let him.

Still, she leaned forward, practically hanging over the tips of her toes in the effort to steal a kiss, as she inquired lazily, "And you are?"

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starcrossed
2014-01-13 05:00 am UTC (link)

Thinking was so very difficult when the same, loud thought kept pressing to the forefront of his brain; SNOG HER, SNOG HER, SNOG HER! Any other feeble thoughts of logic or rationality were continually pushed aside, to the point where Adian couldn't quite decide what he should do, exactly. Should he snog her? He certainly wanted to. But, you know, with every kiss he was probably signing his death certificate with even more permanent ink, so....

He didn't exactly want that, even though her lips certainly were heavenly.

Adian continued to hold Winnie out, his pause strengthening but resolve against her weakening. His elbows unlocked.

Never, in a million years, would Winnie Llewellyn go for him. What was he, to her? An unemployed half-blood, formerly associated with the house Gryffindor. And what was she? An erethral Slytherin goddess in the purest form.

Or perhaps she wouldn't even know if him by name! And therefore wouldn't care about all that! This thought uplifted Adian, to the point where he allowed Winnie a couple of inches closer still. But, he realized when his stomach dropped, eventually she would find out who he was and how unworthy she would find him, and that would lead back to that death certificate of his.

"Uhh," Adian stalled thickly, his mind now lingering back into the murky haze of 'SNOG HER, SNOG HER, SNOG HER!' He did want to snog her, and with her close again, her hand slipping up along the side of his face, he found it hard to think any further than that. He titled his chin down toward her, and opened his mouth to say something, anything, when her other wandering hand got a bit too personal and---

"I'm Louis Bonaccord!" he blurted, squeaking a bit also as he spoke out. Adian's face heated up, and before Winnie could so much as react, he crushed his lips back to hers in the vague fear of distraction. He closed his eyes tight, mentally cursing himself for mindlessly bursting out the first name that popped into his head.

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winnietakesall
2014-01-15 10:30 pm UTC (link)

Louis Bonaccord?

Winnifred was too flabbergasted to feel the proper joy when her deepest wish had been acquiesced to and her mystery wizard (Louis?) pressed his lips to hers heatedly.

Her schoolmate?

What a preposterous notion! Wasn't it? Surely, having spent seven years in Louis Bonaccord's company, she'd have seen some hint of marriageability in him, other than his blood. He did keep contemptible company, she remembered, such as an affinity for that insufferable Mullet girl she'd been forced to share a dormitory with. He'd even dated a Mudblood, Winnie recalled now, and she'd written several outraged owls to Rebecca about it, because hadn't he seen how foolish that was? With a war going on, nevertheless!

Still, she mused to herself as they wrapped around one another with certain social impropriety, without doubt, he had the breeding, and there was no arguing that he struck a spark within her, a spark she had never anticipated from their school days. Well, if he hadn't been perfect before, he certainly would be now! What else could he be, with her for a wife?

They were practically a perfectly matched set.

There was one thing she could not reconcile, and that was the difference in his appearance and how he carried himself, from what she remembered. True, Winnie had not seen him since they'd left Hogwarts, but surely three years hadn't changed so much in one man?

She quite liked the changes, though she wished to see him unobscured.

Pulling away, albeit reluctantly, Winnie purred, "After all this time? My, how the fates do conspire," as her hands stole deliberately to undo the fastenings of his mask.

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starcrossed
2014-01-17 04:36 am UTC (link)

Adian hadn't even the time to think about how much Louis was going to kill him before Winnie was unlacing the strings of his mask and sending his heart and head into an adrenalined state of terror, excitement, disappointment, and longing. Surely, he had thought, his identity flub would buy him more time to think about what to do, or at least come up to some semblance of an idea as to how to grapple with this unreal storm of conflicted thoughts brewing with him concerning Winnie Llewellyn. But no, his kisses had not succeeded in fully distracting her, and now she desired visual proof which he did not have and how could she mistake a wizard she had gone to school and lived with for seven years? No, he was running out of time and couldn't keep this going any longer even though he very much wished to and---

"Don't!" Adian yelped, his hands jumping to stop Winnie's from making any more progress on his mask than they already had. Except, that sounded bad, didn't it? This whole thing sounded--- bad, but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't, he really couldn't---

"I mean---" Adian shook his head lightly, his fingers curling around hers to hold them tightly. He looked down at Winnie briefly, brows furrowing before glancing up and noticing that... there seemed to be a lot of chaos going on around them. Like, an absurd amount, an amount that apparently included people fighting each other? On the ground? And screaming, there was a lot of screaming going on....

"I have to go!" he stated suddenly, truly believing that, in a strange way, this was his only option. They may have to part, but at least... she wouldn't start skinning him alive until later? There were still a few precious moments of bliss, still? Honestly his brain felt so muddled and thick nothing really quite made much sense, and Adian felt like he was running on pure, fresh emotion.

"I'm sorry!" Adian rushed, and seizing the moment, immediately moved his hands to hold her face again and steal away one final fierce kiss. It would be their last, he was sure, for when she found out the truth... the ends of his mouth turned downward into a frown. "I'm sorry," he repeated, but instead of declaring it like before, whispered it in her ear before attempting to back away and become lost in the hectic crowd.

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