Post by leila on Nov 23, 2012 8:17:16 GMT -5
Leila was bored, classes were over and being the bookish type she had long since completed any and all tasks due for the next week and thanks to her run ins with that fool of a Shifter she had made herself rather scarce due to the rampant rumours involving the Magnus duo. Shaking off the gloomy thoughts Leila turned back to the fire that animatedly flickered before her, having long since given up on going to bed she had opted for a slight change in scenery choosing to hang out in the Common Room for a change, she had claimed one of the bigger couches in the room having dragged it to the fire before lounging back amongst the pillows. Dressed in an old and rather faded Hex tracksuit she looked completely at ease as she stared off into the distance, her brow slightly creased as she thought about the upcoming Ball, everyone knew about it and even though she had a date she was still rather nervous. Crowds... dancing... this wasn’t exactly her idea of fun.
[Christian] Hissing through clenched teeth his eyes clutched closed as that steaming hot water of the shower hit the wounds upon his back. Shuddering he pressed his forearms as well as his forehead against the tiled wall, his mind was blank at the moment -- tonguing the inside of his cheek he finished his cleansing ritual and slipped from the shower wrapping a towel around his waist. Sighing deeply he slipped from the bathroom and down the hall, slipping into the common room his eyes flickered towards Leila -- he didn't care that he was dressed in only a towel -- he wasn't shy in the least -- but he hadn't told her about the wounds he received as 'punishment' for protecting himself. Clicking his tongue with a low purr that emitted from his chest he slipped over his feet padding against the ground "Hello Leila..." the girls name rolled off his tongue so softly -- his Scottish accent only adding to it. Blonde locks dripping with water, droplets slipping down the tanned warm flesh of his body his muscles tightened.
[Leila] Thinking about the Ball led her to wondering about Christian and in doing so she found herself smiling, she remembered their meeting in the Hall over Lunch and in turn she blushed before dropping her gaze to discreetly stare at the rest of the room’s occupants hoping that they were too distracted to notice her blushing for no reason. The sixth year Were had been on her mind quite a lot these past few days and since he had asked her to the ball she had been in a bit of a state, “What am I going to wear?” Leila mumbled to herself as she curled up amongst the pillows before pulling one closer and hugging it to herself as she wondered about what to wear. Hearing her name in that all too familiar accent she grinned turning to face him, his silent arrival hadn’t been heard due to her distracting thoughts about the Ball, but when she turned to him she was not at all expecting him to have just stepped out of the shower. Blinking owlishly at him she remained rather still for a moment as she second guessed her over active imagination before coming to realize that she was in fact not day dreaming and also that she probably shouldn’t stare, “H hey...” Stumbling over her words she smiled sheepishly before straightening up in her seat and continuing, “Christian... you’re wearing a towel.” stating the obvious Leila fought back the urge to hit her forehead as she nervously fidgeted with the pillow in her lap.
[Christian] Stomach muscles tensing he nodded his head "I am, at least I am not wearing nothing... aye...?" he flashed a handsome smirk. "Would you rather me go put pants on...?" he thought a moment and looked around... "You come with, I am sure no one is in there..." his smirk quirked a little, and became handsomely crooked. Sighing a little he slipped his hand against his stomach, Leila would notice he had two silver loops, one in each nipple. Pursing his lips he offered a massive long fingered calloused hand "I promise, I will be a gentleman..." he nodded his head. If the other took his head he would sneakily slip the other into his dorm room along with himself, if not he'd go in alone -- either way he'd drop his towel -- and Leila would see his wounds.
Leila was and never would be eloquent meaning that she was very likely to say something either very obvious or something very awkward, it is a rather rare occasion when she is able to converse without either turning into a mindless wolf with very violent tendencies or that she is able to say something that won’t get her into trouble. Her fingers continued to pick at the imaginary lint that covered the pillow as she openly stared at him before nodding and smiling at his reply, she knew about that all too well, still not trusting her voice she nodded a second time before blushing at the rest of words as well as the view now that his hand moved. Still having nothing to say she shyly slipped her smaller hand into his before smiling as she found her voice, “I doubt you would be anything other than that.” she moved as quietly as he did, following him into the vacant room before gasping in surprise at his wounds. Dropping his hand she hesitantly stepped closer, “What happened?” the words were whispered as she gently placed her hand on his back careful to not touch any of the still open wounds, her gaze sought his as she waited for his answer.
[Christian] Slipping into the dorm room he shut the door, muscles tensing as hands came to marred skin he hissed through clenched teeth his muscles tight. Canting his head he whispered "Punishment..." his wounds were harsh, flesh ripped open and scabbing. "I was being taunted near the Great Hall, Crux boys were picking at me, pressing my buttons... so..." his jaw clenched as he dropped his towel and pulled a pair of black draw string pajama pants he turned locking eyes with Lelia "So I changed, and attacked..." moving over he lifted a hand and cupped Leila's cheek. Pursing his lips he watched the other -- a smile ghosting over pale lips he sighed "Don't worry about it, they can beat me all they want... but they will never break the animal inside me..." Slowly his thumb ghosted over Leila's lower lip softly.
Leila anxiously bit her lower lip as she watched him waiting for his answer to her question, her hand remained on his back as she found herself staring at the angry welts that marred his skin with a frown, these should have healed by now. Leila was very much aware of the fact that the both of them were Werewolves and as such she was incredibly confused as to why these injuries had not healed, as far as she knew she had little or nothing to show for any injury she had received ever since she had been a child and since then her healing ability had become something she subconsciously relied on. Mumbling an apology she pulled her hand back when he hissed in pain, “But why hasn’t it healed?” the question was almost blurted out as she fought down the wave of anger that appeared as he spoke of the Crux males but failed to suppress the small growl that hinted at her ire. Dropping her gaze she looked away while he pulled on a pair of pants only to meet his gaze once again when his hand cupped her cheek, leaning into his touch she offered him a small smile before replying. “You should be more careful, you’re a lot stronger than most of the others here...” Leila trailed off when his thumb touched her lip and then blushed before continuing in a low whisper. “...and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
[Christian] Batting long ebon lashes he listened as the other spoke "Some people don't see the strength I hold, maybe I hide it well most of the time... who knows..." Those icen green eyes flickered as he watched the other, canting his head to one side his eyes brightened slightly "You worry about me Leila...?" he whispered the words back towards tow wolven female as he leaned inward his shoulders slumping... "I was cursed, the woulds will heal like that of a human..." His hands trailed down the others neck, stroking her shoulders he leaned in a little more his eyes locked upon her. "Would you slap me... if..." he inched closer... "I kissed you...?" his words were hushed and coated with a rather intense passion -- Christian was a picky male, and the only one whom had caught his attention thus far was Leila, why not try to get closer to her?
[Leila] It was a silly notion really, considering that Weres could heal themselves but in truth her sentiments lay deeper in her choice of words and though she might now be able to outright say it she was beginning to care for him. The realization took her by surprise as she found herself staring at him with another smile before yet again she found herself blushing even more, placing her hand over his she nodded at his words. “There are some... that choose not to see...” Leila struggled to put her thoughts into words as she spoke, her Hazel gaze lighting up with the emotions that circled through her mind as she held his. Shrugging a shoulder as his question she slowly nodded once before answering in a small whisper, “I do.” Taking a deep breath she made no move to pull away instead she gave him another smile as she arched slightly at his touch, only to frown when he spoke of the curse he was given, “...b but you were provoked, you can’t be punished for someone else’s...” again she fumbled over her words but this time because she found herself suddenly incredibly shy thanks to Christian’s question. Leila was helplessly swept up in the passion that he exuded and in return found herself leaning closer and then closing the distance between them, not quite answering him yet she carefully slipped her arms over his shoulders linking her hands before whispering. “No, I wouldn’t slap you.”
[Christian] Sighing in a content manner he smirked "You are sweet..." he spoke softly as he leaned inward his plush lips slowly ghosted over Leila's -- soon enough he pressed into a full fledged insanely passion filled kiss. Slipping willowy fingers into the others hair they tangled within the locks as he swooped an arm around the others slender waist and pulled her as close as possible. The kiss lingered a long moment, and to say the least, Christian was a hell of a kisser -- once his lips fell from hers with a heated purring growl he pressed his forehead to Leila's. "I keep true to my word, a gentleman..." his hands scaled Leila's hips slowly as he rocked her softly... "It's getting late, and..." he nuzzled his cheek against hers... "You should get to your room, lights out soon... as much as I'd like for you to stay right here..." he whispered softly.
Leila slowly threaded her fingertips through his hair silently marveling at the soft texture that fell between her fingers, to say that she was nervous would be a vast understatement considering that she had never willingly gotten herself this close to a male let alone one whom she found herself very quickly developing feelings for. Grinning at his words she would have readily quipped back a witty retort of her own, but when he kissed her that thought quickly disappeared as she released a small moan instead and then shivered as his arm settled around her. Returning his kiss with just as much passion Leila held him close, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his body pressed against her much smaller frame only to end up a stunned by the sudden parting of their lips when he pressed his forehead to hers, growling softly at his gentleman comment she smiled before laughing suddenly. Nuzzling him back she pressed a small kiss into the crook of his neck before rising onto her toes to press her lips to his once more, “I know... I know...” Leaning back she slipped her hands into his before continuing with a wry smile, “Doesn’t mean I want to though...” she whispered back grinning up at him and then she winked before reluctantly pulling away.
[TBC]
[Christian] Hissing through clenched teeth his eyes clutched closed as that steaming hot water of the shower hit the wounds upon his back. Shuddering he pressed his forearms as well as his forehead against the tiled wall, his mind was blank at the moment -- tonguing the inside of his cheek he finished his cleansing ritual and slipped from the shower wrapping a towel around his waist. Sighing deeply he slipped from the bathroom and down the hall, slipping into the common room his eyes flickered towards Leila -- he didn't care that he was dressed in only a towel -- he wasn't shy in the least -- but he hadn't told her about the wounds he received as 'punishment' for protecting himself. Clicking his tongue with a low purr that emitted from his chest he slipped over his feet padding against the ground "Hello Leila..." the girls name rolled off his tongue so softly -- his Scottish accent only adding to it. Blonde locks dripping with water, droplets slipping down the tanned warm flesh of his body his muscles tightened.
[Leila] Thinking about the Ball led her to wondering about Christian and in doing so she found herself smiling, she remembered their meeting in the Hall over Lunch and in turn she blushed before dropping her gaze to discreetly stare at the rest of the room’s occupants hoping that they were too distracted to notice her blushing for no reason. The sixth year Were had been on her mind quite a lot these past few days and since he had asked her to the ball she had been in a bit of a state, “What am I going to wear?” Leila mumbled to herself as she curled up amongst the pillows before pulling one closer and hugging it to herself as she wondered about what to wear. Hearing her name in that all too familiar accent she grinned turning to face him, his silent arrival hadn’t been heard due to her distracting thoughts about the Ball, but when she turned to him she was not at all expecting him to have just stepped out of the shower. Blinking owlishly at him she remained rather still for a moment as she second guessed her over active imagination before coming to realize that she was in fact not day dreaming and also that she probably shouldn’t stare, “H hey...” Stumbling over her words she smiled sheepishly before straightening up in her seat and continuing, “Christian... you’re wearing a towel.” stating the obvious Leila fought back the urge to hit her forehead as she nervously fidgeted with the pillow in her lap.
[Christian] Stomach muscles tensing he nodded his head "I am, at least I am not wearing nothing... aye...?" he flashed a handsome smirk. "Would you rather me go put pants on...?" he thought a moment and looked around... "You come with, I am sure no one is in there..." his smirk quirked a little, and became handsomely crooked. Sighing a little he slipped his hand against his stomach, Leila would notice he had two silver loops, one in each nipple. Pursing his lips he offered a massive long fingered calloused hand "I promise, I will be a gentleman..." he nodded his head. If the other took his head he would sneakily slip the other into his dorm room along with himself, if not he'd go in alone -- either way he'd drop his towel -- and Leila would see his wounds.
Leila was and never would be eloquent meaning that she was very likely to say something either very obvious or something very awkward, it is a rather rare occasion when she is able to converse without either turning into a mindless wolf with very violent tendencies or that she is able to say something that won’t get her into trouble. Her fingers continued to pick at the imaginary lint that covered the pillow as she openly stared at him before nodding and smiling at his reply, she knew about that all too well, still not trusting her voice she nodded a second time before blushing at the rest of words as well as the view now that his hand moved. Still having nothing to say she shyly slipped her smaller hand into his before smiling as she found her voice, “I doubt you would be anything other than that.” she moved as quietly as he did, following him into the vacant room before gasping in surprise at his wounds. Dropping his hand she hesitantly stepped closer, “What happened?” the words were whispered as she gently placed her hand on his back careful to not touch any of the still open wounds, her gaze sought his as she waited for his answer.
[Christian] Slipping into the dorm room he shut the door, muscles tensing as hands came to marred skin he hissed through clenched teeth his muscles tight. Canting his head he whispered "Punishment..." his wounds were harsh, flesh ripped open and scabbing. "I was being taunted near the Great Hall, Crux boys were picking at me, pressing my buttons... so..." his jaw clenched as he dropped his towel and pulled a pair of black draw string pajama pants he turned locking eyes with Lelia "So I changed, and attacked..." moving over he lifted a hand and cupped Leila's cheek. Pursing his lips he watched the other -- a smile ghosting over pale lips he sighed "Don't worry about it, they can beat me all they want... but they will never break the animal inside me..." Slowly his thumb ghosted over Leila's lower lip softly.
Leila anxiously bit her lower lip as she watched him waiting for his answer to her question, her hand remained on his back as she found herself staring at the angry welts that marred his skin with a frown, these should have healed by now. Leila was very much aware of the fact that the both of them were Werewolves and as such she was incredibly confused as to why these injuries had not healed, as far as she knew she had little or nothing to show for any injury she had received ever since she had been a child and since then her healing ability had become something she subconsciously relied on. Mumbling an apology she pulled her hand back when he hissed in pain, “But why hasn’t it healed?” the question was almost blurted out as she fought down the wave of anger that appeared as he spoke of the Crux males but failed to suppress the small growl that hinted at her ire. Dropping her gaze she looked away while he pulled on a pair of pants only to meet his gaze once again when his hand cupped her cheek, leaning into his touch she offered him a small smile before replying. “You should be more careful, you’re a lot stronger than most of the others here...” Leila trailed off when his thumb touched her lip and then blushed before continuing in a low whisper. “...and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
[Christian] Batting long ebon lashes he listened as the other spoke "Some people don't see the strength I hold, maybe I hide it well most of the time... who knows..." Those icen green eyes flickered as he watched the other, canting his head to one side his eyes brightened slightly "You worry about me Leila...?" he whispered the words back towards tow wolven female as he leaned inward his shoulders slumping... "I was cursed, the woulds will heal like that of a human..." His hands trailed down the others neck, stroking her shoulders he leaned in a little more his eyes locked upon her. "Would you slap me... if..." he inched closer... "I kissed you...?" his words were hushed and coated with a rather intense passion -- Christian was a picky male, and the only one whom had caught his attention thus far was Leila, why not try to get closer to her?
[Leila] It was a silly notion really, considering that Weres could heal themselves but in truth her sentiments lay deeper in her choice of words and though she might now be able to outright say it she was beginning to care for him. The realization took her by surprise as she found herself staring at him with another smile before yet again she found herself blushing even more, placing her hand over his she nodded at his words. “There are some... that choose not to see...” Leila struggled to put her thoughts into words as she spoke, her Hazel gaze lighting up with the emotions that circled through her mind as she held his. Shrugging a shoulder as his question she slowly nodded once before answering in a small whisper, “I do.” Taking a deep breath she made no move to pull away instead she gave him another smile as she arched slightly at his touch, only to frown when he spoke of the curse he was given, “...b but you were provoked, you can’t be punished for someone else’s...” again she fumbled over her words but this time because she found herself suddenly incredibly shy thanks to Christian’s question. Leila was helplessly swept up in the passion that he exuded and in return found herself leaning closer and then closing the distance between them, not quite answering him yet she carefully slipped her arms over his shoulders linking her hands before whispering. “No, I wouldn’t slap you.”
[Christian] Sighing in a content manner he smirked "You are sweet..." he spoke softly as he leaned inward his plush lips slowly ghosted over Leila's -- soon enough he pressed into a full fledged insanely passion filled kiss. Slipping willowy fingers into the others hair they tangled within the locks as he swooped an arm around the others slender waist and pulled her as close as possible. The kiss lingered a long moment, and to say the least, Christian was a hell of a kisser -- once his lips fell from hers with a heated purring growl he pressed his forehead to Leila's. "I keep true to my word, a gentleman..." his hands scaled Leila's hips slowly as he rocked her softly... "It's getting late, and..." he nuzzled his cheek against hers... "You should get to your room, lights out soon... as much as I'd like for you to stay right here..." he whispered softly.
Leila slowly threaded her fingertips through his hair silently marveling at the soft texture that fell between her fingers, to say that she was nervous would be a vast understatement considering that she had never willingly gotten herself this close to a male let alone one whom she found herself very quickly developing feelings for. Grinning at his words she would have readily quipped back a witty retort of her own, but when he kissed her that thought quickly disappeared as she released a small moan instead and then shivered as his arm settled around her. Returning his kiss with just as much passion Leila held him close, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his body pressed against her much smaller frame only to end up a stunned by the sudden parting of their lips when he pressed his forehead to hers, growling softly at his gentleman comment she smiled before laughing suddenly. Nuzzling him back she pressed a small kiss into the crook of his neck before rising onto her toes to press her lips to his once more, “I know... I know...” Leaning back she slipped her hands into his before continuing with a wry smile, “Doesn’t mean I want to though...” she whispered back grinning up at him and then she winked before reluctantly pulling away.
[TBC]