◎ c h a r l i e (spinnets) wrote in valesco,
@ 2011-12-26 23:36:00

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anya kalinnikov, billie trimble, carys llewellyn, charles spinnet, delilah spinnet, group, joey jenkins, mirabelle jasper, octavius pepper, penelope fawcett, rose knightley, rupert brookstanton, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, victoria cadwallader, zoey moran

NEW YEAR'S EVE POST
It felt good to be the host of the party, and not the one creating a scene and making an entrance. Though Charlie would never admit it, the therapy sessions with Healer Bonaccord had...well, he still wasn't happy with everything going on in his life, but it had given him an outlet other than the bar, and that was allowing him let out the pent up stress he'd been bottling in. It was hard to figure things out by yourself, and for someone whose ego was as fragile as his, Charlie was slowly realizing that he needed a complete stranger to release his anxieties.

Of course, he wouldn't feel like he'd completely found peace until he managed to get her in the sack, but that was just a personal goal of his.

At any rate, Charlie was finding that being the host was interesting. Everyone knew you were going to be there, so there wasn't a great surprise when they saw you, but after those greetings were done they were off to see who else had shown up. It looked like a good outcome, but Charlie felt a bit slighted as it was pretty deep into the night and a certain invitee had not appeared in the crowd. With a breath he pushed the door open to the balcony and stepped out into the cool December night.

He stuck his hands into his pockets, spotting some displays of fireworks over the tops of the surrounding buildings. Charlie grinned at the early celebrations and let his shoulder sag.

ooc: guests = quidditch related people + their guest?

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dinglealltheway
2012-01-04 05:11 am UTC (link)

One minute, she was right there, the next she was dancing away. Literally disentangling and dancing away from him! Why did she suddenly seem so eager to get away? Was he, Octavius thought with muted horror, that bad of a kisser to her now? Wounded, he always believed she rather liked it when he did that thing to her—with his—well, never mind! Clearly things had changed in the last two years, that shouldn't have been a surprise! So perhaps kissing her hadn't been the best of ideas…

No, because Rose had kissed him, and if she was having second thoughts about it now, that was just too bloody bad, because she'd gotten under his skin good and proper! Octavius felt irritation replace his own panicked confusion, because they were adults. So maybe they'd had intimate knowledge of each other. So maybe that was a little awkward now, all things considered. So bloody—

"Oh, hell with it, I—" Stepping forward, he grasped her chin with his hand and kissed her soundly, until she stopped the fidgeting and his own heart slowed a little. Well, it didn't really slow, but it stopped feeling like it was going to pound out of his chest. Well, it might still feel like that a little, but now it was in a better way. Satisfied, he stepped back with a firm nod. "You should have done that," Octavius said. Good, he sounded firm. He even sounded stern. "It's not strange," he continued, and thought he did a most excellent impression of convincing. Whether it was for her or him or both, he couldn't have said. "It's not."

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flower
2012-01-04 09:58 pm UTC (link)

The effect that overtook her was almost instantaneous. Rose felt her legs strengthen, her heart begin to pound in a different way, and all her previous anxieties vanish as if they were erasable. How did Octavius have this effect on her? Especially now, after so long and everything that had happened, it did not make sense. He should not be interested, he should be-- be-- her thoughts hazed as they focused on more important things, like how she had forgotten how soft his lips were. And how nice his touch felt against her face.

She blinked slowly when he pulled away, her lashes low. That was a good snog. Still a bit dazed, it took a few moments for Rose to reconnect and take in what Octavius was saying. He was surprisingly firm. And assertive. That was new. She kind of liked it.

"Okay," Rose responded finally, her word coming out slow. Okay. Okay. Okay! Invigorated by his little speech, she nodded, feeling much better than she formerly had been. Rose opened her mouth again to speak, but felt if she spoke, she would muddle herself, and this situation, even further or again.

Well, that was a bit of a predicament. Luckily she knew how to fix it! In one fluid motion, Rose flung both her arms around Octavius' neck and pressed her lips back to his for a proper snog. Third time's a charm?

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dinglealltheway
2012-01-05 11:36 pm UTC (link)

Boy, this was turning out to be a much better idea than previously anticipated. Happy to return her ardour, he slid his arm around her back and pulled her closer. Realistically, Octavius knew that eventually they would need to stop the snogging, if only to breathe. And when that happened, he couldn't help but feel he would very much like to continue kissing Rose afterward. At this point, he felt fairly confident she might be receptive, but there was also the chance this was just some New Year's Eve magic that he'd been fortunate enough to have been struck with.

What was the worst that could happen, really? He kissed her lightly again and pulled back slightly, so he could see her face. "When you were leaving," he found he had to catch his breath a little, "—where—is there somewhere you need to be?" Octavius really hoped not. This whole encounter screamed of kismet to him, and he fancied himself a believer in the whole second-chance thing. And in the first few seconds of the new year? This had to be some sort of signal or push in an ordained direction.

"I mean, do you, er—" he dropped his gaze to his hand on her arm, "do you want to get out here? Just—talk. Perhaps snog a bit more. Maybe the teensiest bit of groping." Octavius cracked a smile, then shrugged. "I just don't really want to say good-bye yet."

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flower
2012-01-06 03:16 am UTC (link)

Rose bit the inside of her lip, finding it currently very difficult to think clearly. Leave? Together? She knew what that meant. Somewhere to be? Octavius didn't need to know what that had been about. She blinked slowly, her mind struggling to keep up at the pace that his was obviously going. She did know this was happening extremely quickly, and the unexpected manner of it all probably didn't help with her mental delay either.

She probably shouldn't. It would be wrong to lead him on with whatever-- this might not or might become when she didn't even know what this was herself. Right?

But she didn't want to disappoint him, either. Or herself. Rose would be lying if she said she wouldn't enjoy the 'teeny bit of groping' and 'bit more of snogging.' Would she be upset tomorrow if she didn't go with him? The truth of the matter was, she reflected as her thoughts began to quicken, that she was most likely going to wake up with paralyzing anxiety tomorrow morning either way, so the least she should do was enjoy the night before?

Wow, that was an incredibly progressive or a degradingly regressive decision on her part. Either way, Rose was sure Therese would be satisfied with this new progress.

So, pushing down her apprehension that had begun to bubble, Rose shifted slightly in his grasp to place a hand on the side of his face. "We can go," she spoke earnestly, and took a deep breath. "I don't want to say goodbye yet either." With her own words, Rose felt a quick jolt go down her spine and her skin begin to tingle from it. Good sign.

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