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[02 Oct 2012|03:00am] |
Pyxis was beginning to grow tired of practicing so hard to fight off Imperius. She'd been making them practice Crutiatus more often so that he wouldn't try and make her touch herself, but her body was aching so much from having to go through the intense pain that he was putting her through. It had been hard to even get out of bed in the morning from it.
Instead of actually practicing the spells tonight, however, Pyxis had decided that they were going to study from the book and write the essay that would be due. That would keep him from hurting or and keep him from touching her. She was waiting in the common room for him after everyone else had gone to sleep. At least they'd be more in the public.
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[20 Jun 2012|12:23am] |
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Sometimes, late at night, when everyone else is sleeping. I like to touch myself. I can't help it. It's just something that I can't control. Snape says it's because of my condition. That I'm unable to control myself and that my meds need to be upped. But, I don't think that's the case.
I run my hands down my chest, over my shirt, feeling myself up. It usually feels really good and makes me moan. I arch my body from my bed and that's when it starts. The race for checks.
I push my shirt up and rub at my nipples, biting my bottom lip as I pinch and play with them. Then I slide my hand down, inside my pajama pants and knickers, rubbing at my folds. I think about him, my body reacting to my touch. And I get so wet. I get more wet than any normal girl.
I flip myself over, so I'm laying on my stomach, and I moan into my pillow. I bite it to keep myself quiet, rubbing quickly, my breaths coming fast. I slip two fingers inside myself and start fucking myself hard and fast and just as I come and squirt around my fingers, the door opens and I fall back down so that I don't get caught.
And for fun, I lick my fingers.
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[15 Jun 2012|01:33pm] |
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Pyxis
Nott |
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Birthday/Age: October 23 / 19
Diagnosis: Borderline Personality Disorder / Histrionic Personality Disorder
Residence: Floor 2. Room 2b.
Hometown: Harlow, London England
Sexuality: Bisexuality |
Family Members:
Related: Theodore Nott (Father), Elenor Nott (mother, deceased), Theodore Nott Jr (brother)
Height: 5'3
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Eye Colour: Blue
Sense of Style: Rockstar/Hipster
Typical Scent: Vanilla Cupcake Body Spray
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History • • •
It was never easy being Pyxis. From birth, her father disliked her. Partly because she was a girl and mostly because it had been her birth that had killed his wife. She spent most of her childhood trying to make her father love her, trying to make her brother like her and desperately trying to get someone to pay attention to her. But, they never did. She was shoved into boarding school as soon as she was old enough to talk and learn.
Pyxis hated going to boarding school. Even if she made friends fast, she still hated it. Most of her time was spent studying and fucking any girl who gave her attention. And once she was done with that, she moved onto her professors. But, she never found what she truly needed. She never felt loved.
She was nearly finished with school, only two years away from it, when her father started to get wind of her dirty deeds. His new wife, Brienne, suggested that they get Pyxis professional help. That there was something wrong with her. That no girl should ever be as much of a slut as his daughter was. It was then she was put in her first round of therapy sessions. When she didn't improve, her father had her put in Sacred Springs Mental Health Facility, to try and help her situation. She has been in and out since she was seventeen years old.
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Personality • • •
• Rebellious
• Lack of Faith in Self
• Honest
• Insecure
• Tough
• Musical
• Promiscuous
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[12 Jun 2012|02:57pm] |
mycardigan / rder/ pyxis/ pheus / lordlyheir
charlieboy / rodoll / wallie / floral/ draganov
radley / padfooted / scorpi / alboos
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