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

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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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rabbit
2014-01-03 03:56 pm UTC (link)

Ethiopia wasn’t a completely successful venture, but categorizing it as fruitless would not be correct either. He had wished, with all his heart, to find what he had been looking for, to find the person he had been looking for, but with such little information to go on, there had never truly been much hope. Dead ends after dead end only led him and Jake so far, and after a month, Ollie quietly informed his friend that their search, for the time being, was over. What he had received in Africa, while it may not be total closure, was enough to steady his aching heart and return home for the holidays relatively stapled together, this much he had decided.

This had been a poor decision. He should have known that his loving sister would not allow a short home visit before retreating to Venice, and furthermore would jump at the chance of dragging Ollie to anything social she could squeeze into their schedules. Which was how he found himself here, reluctantly milling about at a party he had no desire in attending, his only resolve rooting in the fact that his mask allotted a hair’s worth of space from others. People were hesitant to approach others when they were unsure who was truly behind the mask. Not that it was much of a matter, only a handful of people here would even know who he was, and half of that handful he would bother with…

She was not here, he had come to observe. A fact, Ollie realized, was unsure if it lightened his shoulders or burdened his heart. His conflicted, confused, and torn thoughts about Nona still continued to simmer within him, even after having not spoken or seen her since Halloween. He had not told her about his trip to Ethiopia, something he was sure would displease her, and while there tried very hard to convince himself of her beguiling and deceptive nature. It had not worked much, though, for he still thought of her everyday, but he supposed sometimes those thoughts wandered toward brief animosity, so that counted.

Ollie was just about to slip away (it seemed he had finally succeeded in shaking his Melania-sized shadow), when a glimpse of dark hair caught his eye. It was getting close to midnight, a time he had hoped he would not see at this party, but now…

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rabbit
2014-01-03 03:58 pm UTC (link)

The familiar unyielding tug within him sprouted to life, and like so many times before Ollie felt his blind emotion for Nona take over. How many times had it felt like when they approached each other everything else parted out of their way like the moving sea? How many times had their exchanges been wordless, but conveyed more than words ever could? How could he have thought…. he stopped short, allowing her to take the final few steps toward him. Why wouldn’t she talk to him, why would she just talk to him---

Oliver was weak, for despite wanting something different, believing this fallback nature had to change, he still moved his hands to gently hold her face and bent down to catch her lips in a sweet kiss. Perhaps he was simply eternally doomed to be at her whim, perhaps that was his punishment of running away for four years and hiding in the waters of Venice…

The world around them, like it always did, ceased to have relevance, and it was not until a few moments later that Ollie finally pulled back from her. Her lips felt different than he remembered, she tasted more honeyed than he had previously thought. But, what did he know? With little to no appetite as of late, what he did eat tasted bland, and weak. He should not complain, he was being allowed to touch her, hold her again, even if for the briefest and sparing of moments. Hoping to look into her eyes, for out of everything of hers they were what he could stare at forever, Ollie wordlessly reached he removed Nona’s mask, gripping the edges of it with his fingertips.

"Ollie!" she let out, seemingly just as surprised as he was at realizing the witch he had just been kissing was not Nona Pepper. His clutch on her immediately loosened, his fingers extending out, but before his hands could drop away, her grip on him tightened. He felt compelled to keep his hold on her, and continued to watch her eyes.

"I don't mind," Nicola Scarpin murmured, and rose up onto her toes to kiss him again. She hesitated, only for a moment, lingering enough to imply ‘do you?’

Ollie thought for a moment, truly pondering what his former housemate was offering him. Would he? A sad thought filled his head, and to help ward it away, he quickly closed the gap between the two of them and kissed her again, this time with much more vigor and meaning.

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