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Theodore Wolseithcrafte

November 06, 2015 6:49 AM

Did you miss me? (Tag Liliana) by Theodore Wolseithcrafte

Of all the things Theodore had thought he would miss over the summer holidays, he had never imagined that… this would be one of them. He’d never been a particularly sociable person, and it wasn’t as if Liliana was his particular friend. Not that he thought either of them was under the delusion that this was built off some deep mutual interest, except perhaps one in carnal pleasure.

Summer had been… frustrating. Although being able to plunge himself into a lake and tire himself out a bit had helped. He also entertained himself with reminiscing over a few of the more interesting moments he’d shared with Liliana the previous year, as well as thinking up a few things he wouldn’t mind her doing once they were back at school…

Now they were back though, he wasn’t sure whether to owl her straight away. On the one hand, Liliana had always been up-front about her desires for fun, so he wasn’t sure why it should be any different coming from him. On the other hand, he didn’t want to seem desperate. He already felt a little like she pulled the strings… She was the one who’d called the shots so far, and she had more experience than he did… Plus maybe she’d been making out with French boys all summer and didn’t him need right now the way he needed her. It wasn’t like they’d agreed to any kind of… anything. The only difference was he didn’t know of any other girls who he could get to snog him.

He spent a while in his dorm. He tried distracting himself with unpacking but found that he kept glancing at his watch, wondering whether a justifiable amount of time had passed yet. It was also a bit of a balancing act between not seeming desperate and allowing enough time… They were expected at the Opening Feast. It was a small enough school that if they both failed to attend, people would notice and potentially gossip. How much time did he need that they could have a bit of fun, get themselves straightened up and arrive to the feast on time?

Eventually, it was sheer boredom and frustration that decided it for him. It was pretty difficult to get fully distracted by arranging one’s sock drawer when, somewhere in the building, there was a girl who might well want to make out with you. Leaving his unpacking uncharacteristically half done, he grabbed a parchment and quill and headed up to the owlery, where his own pet had gone to settle in.

‘Fancy a swim?’ he wrote. Tying to it to the leg of the owl, he instructed her to go find Liliana. That done, he headed down to the MARS room, hoping he wouldn’t be stood up.

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Liliana Bannister

November 06, 2015 6:00 PM

Miss is a strong word... by Liliana Bannister

Over the course of the summer Liliana had found a companion in Etienne, one of Vetil’s closer friends. It brought her great pleasure to think she was killing three birds with one stone in a manner of speaking. Not only did she have a distraction from the return of stoic Atlas who had sworn off girls, she also had an outlet for her own desires and on top of that was able to dangle Etienne in Vetil’s face just to prove to him that she needed him less than he needed her. And as she unpacked her belongings and sat down on her bed to contemplate whether or not she wanted to meet up with Atlas to chat before the feast or if she wanted a quick nap before bed, a light pecking at her window alerted her to a fourth bird—so to speak.

She recognized Theodore’s owl from their previous arrangements that had started up in the second half of the previous term, and with glee she got up to open it. Theodore and Etienne were different in their approaches to her and different still from Vetil. Vetil had taught her all that she knew, Theodore was still learning and Etienne, well he was about as experienced as Vetil but almost cautious whenever they hung out as though afraid the wrong move would sent her running to someone else. She wasn’t looking forward to her reunion with Theodore in that she actually enjoyed his intellectual company—though the odd competitive conversation was enjoyable, but she did miss being in the position of power.

Liliana contemplated whether or not she wanted to meet with Theodore. On one hand she was tired, she had not slept the previous night, fretful with the idea of having to face Atlas and tell him all the things she had done the past summer. Atlas still didn't know about her fling with Theodore as even though she knew he didn’t see her in that way, she still felt ashamed to share the more sordid details of her life with her best friend. They told each other everything—she’d confided in him about her ridiculous crush on Wesley, he’d told her what he and Ann Marie had done. But she didn’t want to hold anything back from him anymore as she remembered how unreasonable she had been when she’d thought he was hiding things from her and though she didn’t want Atlas to know how she behaved, she felt as though she owed to him, to their friendship to share. If she didn’t then what was their friendship founded on anyway?

A manipulated favour, she thought wryly to herself as she lit a flame to Theodore’s letter with her wand. She would have no physical proof of their affair, she would have no physical proof of any of her affairs, scolding Etienne soundly when he’d dared to give her love bite in retaliation for the one she’d given him, not speaking to him for a few days until he made it up to her. She was not a harlot and she didn’t appreciate appearing as such—though she didn’t mind leaving her mark on the boys she hung out with she wasn’t about to let there be anything tangible connecting them back to her.

Checking the time, Liliana spent a few more minutes tidying her area and arranging her Quidditch things. It would do Theodore some good to wait for her, but she wasn’t going to not show up. If she didn’t, he might not want to continue and though it wasn’t Theodore who she wanted to be snogging, she did want to be snogging someone and it was better Theodore than her one day slipping up in conversation with Atlas and proposing that they go off sometime and engage in lewd behaviour that her parents certainly wouldn’t approve of. Once she thought she had waited long enough, Liliana sighed and shoved herself off her bed and changed into a swimsuit and donned a lightweight shift over it. She made her way to the MARS room and when she opened it a wry grin made its way to her face.

“Funny,” she said with an arched brow. “I didn’t take you for the sentimental type, Wolseithcrafte.”

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Theodore

November 07, 2015 3:44 AM

Less so than Mrs by Theodore

As he had stepped into the MARS room, Theodore had found himself on a very familiar beach, somewhere in France. He had scowled slightly at the room and tried to think of something else but found he drew a blank. He took a walk along the short amount of shoreline, and back again, and then found very quickly that that had turned into pacing. He did not want to be caught pacing.

It was very like Liliana to tease him by keeping him waiting, but as the minutes ticked by, he wondered how far that tease would go. Was she just letting him sit for a bit, or was he going to have to walk into the feast this evening, and see her smirking? He had thought that sitting through the feast with her in touching distance would have been the worst torture imaginable, but now he thought that that, coupled with the fact that he had let her know how much he wanted her, was going to be much much worse.

He was skimming stones when she arrived. He was surprised to see she was actually dressed for a swim, as he was still wearing the t-shirt and shorts he’d boarded the wagons in. He had been fairly sure it was obvious that that wasn’t really what he had on his mind.

“Sentimentality implies there was feeling behind it,” he corrected her, standing up and crossing to meet her. To anyone else he thought that would have sounded rather callous but Liliana had made it obvious that the fewer feelings involved, the better she liked their little arrangement. “I can’t deny that the place has positive associations for me,” he added, running a hand around her waist. “but I thought you’d be the last person to confuse fun memories with feelings,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her neck in the way that (with a little encouragement) he’d found she seemed to like last term.

OOC - God-modding approved by Liliana’s author

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Liliana

November 08, 2015 7:00 PM

And not nearly as telling as "Mr." by Liliana

Theodore’s reaction to her entrance reassured Liliana that she had done well in choosing her school year companion. She had made a mistake in choosing Vetil—in the end he’d ended up being more sentimental than she’d originally expected and, on top of that, confused rebellion against propriety with actually doing something bad. She eased into his embrace in a familiar manner which would suggest to any onlooker that they were well practised with this sort of meet up.

Liliana smiled in appreciation, enjoying the banter that some how worked as a strange sort of foreplay and placed a hand over his as it skimmed her waist, laughing easily. “What, you haven’t fallen madly in love with me?” she pouted playfully, teasing her lips from the top of his cheek bone just to the corner of his mouth, pulling away before their lips could actually meet in a proper kiss. On no level did she wish Theodore to have anything more than the base affection needed for a casual fling, she simply said this in full confidence that he understood where they were with each other. She had teased him in a similar manner a few times before, each time said more casually than the last, in a slightly mocking way that suggested if he had then she would think him weak to have fallen victim to such a fickle thing as love.

A hypocritical stance in some manner as Liliana herself had recently discovered her feelings for Atlas ran much deeper than the simple crush that had developed over the previous year. However, as words like “betrothal” had been buzzing through Liliana’s house as of late, she was feeling as though she wanted to distance herself even further from that idea of pureblood propriety. It was incredibly frustrating for the sixteen year old. She had been an only child for so long, spoiled and loved by all when, out of the blue, this tiny screaming mass of a Thing was born and took all the attention away from her.

She was vaguely aware that her behaviour was childish, but she did so dislike her baby brother. “I take it you didn’t really want a swim?” She pulled away from Theodore gently and walked towards the water, her perfectly arched eyebrow, the purse of her lips, everything suggested she knew what it was he really wanted, but her tone revealed nothing. She wasn’t going to be a willing participant unless he showed the initiative and just took what he wanted. As superficial as it really was, she wanted to feel appreciated. “Because I could go for a dip in the water unless you had…other plans in mind?”

Liliana leaned against one of the larger rocks, tossing some of her hair behind her back, revealing the smooth shoulder that had slipped free from the loose, light cotton dress she was wearing. It was a pretty, light blue, chosen for the way it disclosed her silhouette when light shone through it rather than the Aladren audience she’d worn it for. It was revealing without being tacky, provocative while still maintaining an air of innocence, and that was the facade Liliana liked to play up around Theodore—in contrast to her usual fits over love bites she had allowed Etienne to leave her one last, faint one at the base of her neck, something slight enough that to someone who wasn’t looking would be close to unnoticeable but would not only impress upon Theodore his disposibility, but also (hopefully) incite some manner of jealousy in Atlas.

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Theodore

November 13, 2015 10:59 PM

Much more so. That's why the word 'Ms' was invented by Theodore

“No, you need to try a little harder if that’s what you want,” he returned, when she asked if he hadn’t fallen head over heels for her yet. And really, it was true. Liliana had shown him that she could satisfy his physical needs but - whilst she did impressively well in their little verbal sparring matches - there was nothing more interesting about her than what she could do with that mouth. She was all style and no substance. Fine for a bit of fun but not exactly wife material. Something most other Pureblood girls would see as the gravest of insults but which he thought currently came as a relief to her.

He fell for it as she teased him with kisses, finding himself smooching empty air. And then she stepped away, talking about going for a swim whilst laying herself out against a rock, coquettishly flaunting herself at him.

“Mmm, you look like that’s just what you’re in the mood for,” he commented. He didn’t think it was coincidence that Liliana had backed herself into a corner. She was too smart to do that unless she wanted to be trapped. He crossed over to her, pressing his body weight very slightly against her to highlight the point that she wasn’t going anywhere. “Though, I suppose if you are, you’d need to be taking this off,” he grinned sliding a hand up her leg to displace her dress.

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Liliana

November 15, 2015 8:40 PM

Annie, get your gun. by Liliana

“Please,” Liliana rolled her eyes when Theodore told her she needed to try harder to gain his affection. She knew he was only playing into the teasing she herself had started, but he could really be so serious even when he was in a loosened state like the one she required him to be in. “I’d try if there was something worth trying for, but I’m sorry, you just don’t do it for me. Physically, maybe. Intellectually, you’re off the charts,” she said between kisses, each one missing his lips and hitting his cheeks, his neck, his collar bone. “But frankly, my dear, you just don’t have the rest of the package.”

She never once felt guilty about the callous manner in which they spoke to each other. It had been clear from the beginning that they old never amount to much in the friendship department despite her initial desires to befriend him when she had been young and innocent—that eleven year old girl seemed so far away to her now. She raised her leg to keep him pressed against her as he leaned her further against the rock. “The water does look rather refreshing,” she responded, allowing him to slide his hand up her leg, letting out a soft breath as he reached higher and higher until—

“But if you’re going to move that high you might as well help me just dispose of the rest of the dress, though you seem to be a bit overdressed for the occasion yourself, Mr. Wolseithcrafte.” Proper speech in moments like this always pleased Liliana. Something about using the propriety, the manners Grandmère had taught her to engage in dirty behaviour really did it for Liliana. “Mightn’t you need help with that or do you think you can handle it?”

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