e m m e l i n e ♔ (advancingly) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-10-25 18:20:00

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Caradoc...shut up
She was pretty horrible at birthdays. Or, well--her boyfriend's birthdays, anyway.

The first one with Ben, she'd forgotten about it because of exams, and the second, well--they kind of loathed each other. With Remus, she hadn't been dating him, and barely made it to Valentine's without that falling through, so. With all of her newly found free time, Emmeline had determinedly decided that she was going to do a good job this time.

Which was why her patience had run terribly thin, and she couldn't wait until tomorrow.

His house, well, his manor had always been initimidating, even when they were younger and she would visit Juliet, but now that she wasn't immediately let in by the house-elf Juliet had so carefully destroyed, Emmeline found standing on the front steps more than daunting. The wait for a response on the other side of the door felt like it was lasting an eternity, and all it managed was to make her think about the packages in her hand.

The cake, the present. Present, cake, would he like them---she shouldn't care so much about it, but she did, and Emmeline shifted them in her arms as she waited. And waited, and---twisting, she flicked her wand and slammed the large knocker down again. What terrible timing for Juliet to have killed the doorman.

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docstheword
2008-10-26 12:31 am UTC (link)

You want to know why you don't just go around killing house-elves?

Because. As bovine and disgusting, and malodorous as they were, there were times when they were sometimes useful. That was really the only reason why Caradoc hadn't killed or freed Filkes earlier (well, freeing the house-elf hadn't really been something Caradoc could have done). So if Juliet had been that abhored with the damn thing, then why not just send him back to Caradoc? That would at least have been the more irksome thing to do. But no. No, no. Kill the bloody thing, why not. Because that was apparently the new answer to everything for his sister. Caradoc wasn't sure whether that though eased him or simply wondered most just how far down Juliet's insanity was.

Either way, if she didn't want the damn house-elf, then she should have just sent him back so he could answer his door.

Well, at least now Caradoc wouldn't find Filkes randomly hiding behind a door, or following him around the house breathing heavily.

Caradoc sighed, his hand going to his head as the front door slammed again. Was it not obvious how large this house was? Did it look like he was able to magically appear in one place three seconds later at will? Finally getting to the door, Caradoc dropped his hand to stand up straight as the door opened.

What was--- "Is that a cake?" he asked dubiously, actually surprised. Emmeline brought him... a cake. For his birthday? Which was tomorrow.

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advancingly
2008-10-26 03:15 am UTC (link)

Emmeline took a step back when the door open, and smirked greatly in amusement at his comment, "No, it's a hat covered in frosting."

She did refrain, however, from rolling her eyes. Emmeline had promised herself that she was going to be good, and just be nice for his birthday, because that's what a girlfriend was supposed to do. There were so many things she could retort, or snip about, or just as quickly be annoyed with, that the effort should be greatly appreciated if she managed to keep it up. So--she just smiled, and pushed forward into the house to put everything down.

"I figured," she began, just talking as she walked, even though it was slow and nearly awkward with the careful way she had positioned the cake on top of the wrapped gift, "I didn't want to lose out on any excitement, my week is apparently attempting to be epic."

Emmeline stopped at a table and put the items on top, carefully taking the edges of the cake plate and placed it down. She examined the edges to make sure nothing was smeared or messed up, and then she picked up the gift and held it behind her back as she turned to face Caradoc.

"And maybe I wanted to get an early start on the celebrations."

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docstheword
2008-10-26 07:28 pm UTC (link)

He really couldn't get over the fact that she had brought him a cake. Someone besides Mackenzie had brought him a cake on his birthday (and she didn't really count, because Caradoc believed that Mackenzie would internally explode if she didn't bring people baked goods on their birthdays, following true to her sickeningly sweet nature). Caradoc watched Emmeline place it onto the table gently, barely paying attention to what she was saying, or the other box in her hands.

What kind of cake was it? He thought back to when he ever could have mentioned what type of cake her preferred (why would something like that ever come up?), but then it occurred to him that something like that was not a thing he tried to remember.

"Mmm celebrations," he smirked. "Maybe you can deem your week epic after that." Caradoc moved closer to her, taking the moment to move closer to Emmeline. A cake and a present, this was shaping up to be a pretty good pre-birthday event, wasn't it?

"What is it?" Caradoc asked suddenly, wrapping his arms around her waist as he spoke. And not just because just in case she was going to make him guess, then he could taken it more easily from her. No, no, of course not. He just wanted to wrap his arms around his girlfriend, that was all. He smiled again, only waiting a few seconds to kiss her lightly.

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advancingly
2008-10-26 08:37 pm UTC (link)

She was already immensely pleased with herself. Emmeline pushed herself into Caradoc and received the kiss with a bit of pleasure, glad that he seemed to be positively reacting to her surprise. That's what it was, really, he didn't have to know that she simply couldn't stretch her patience another twenty-four hours (less, really, she would have had no problem bothering him at midnight, but). And if anything, he deserved some early surprises because of their rather interesting night with the vampires.

It was not her fault she had a bit of a hero-worship issues.

"Cake or present?" she let out in a low tone, suddenly feeling rather okay with the idea of disregarding the two and finding some more physical celebrations to partake in. But, she had been waiting a long time to give him to this, and her nerves about his reaction were ready to send her to St. Mungo's. Emmeline pulled back slightly and brought the present in between them, presenting the neatly wrapped box with a pompous sort of air.

"Be careful, it's fragile."

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docstheword
2008-10-27 04:58 am UTC (link)

Well, he knew what the cake was. It was nearly impossible to hide his curiosity concerning this gift and cake manner, especially the gift because-- what could Emmeline possibly think that he wanted? She seemed to be particularly more than excited about it. And Caradoc barely expressed anything that he ever seriously wanted (well... possessions wise) to own so... this was interesting. He was interested.

"Fragile?" he repeated, a small smile now playing on his lips as his hands dropped to take the box from her. Caradoc refrained from proceeding to shake it up and down, actually not wanting to break the peaceful moment they were in at that time. See! He was growing, he was refraining from destroying the moment that they were in. That, and, she was giving him something so he should most likely try to be nice to her.

And the neatly wrapped box contained...

Caradoc's left eyebrow cocked up as he pulled out the contents of the box. This... was interesting. He opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment he couldn't exactly find the right comment to express what was going through his mind.

A penesive? Really.

"Where did you get this?" he asked finally, peering down close to look at it further. He was--- impressed. Very impressed.

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advancingly
2008-10-27 12:50 pm UTC (link)

She couldn't help smiling. Most of the time, she tried to keep a neutral expression until she was sure of how Caradoc was going to react, but just watching him open the gift made her lips twitch up into a grin. Maybe because she was going to go nuts if he didn't open it any faster, but nonetheless there was a smile on her face.

Her heart nearly thudded out of her chest when he finally revealed it, and Emmeline allowed herself to breath when his expression didn't switch to one of ridiculous annoyance. "You know those dark alleys I've been wandering around?"

Not that a pensieve was necessarily something you could only find in dark alleys, but it was certainly cheaper and easier to obtain. And really, it wasn't that cheap or easy to obtain to begin with. All of her free time since she'd quit the internship had led her to think a lot, which made her realize that Caradoc must think a lot and somehow she came to the conclusion that he needed a pensieve for all his thoughts.

"I thought that," why she was whispering, she had no idea, since the house was very much empty. Her fingers twisted each other, still rather nervous, "with all of your...research, you might need a better method in gathering your thoughts. It's charmed like mad, I'm pretty sure only you can pull memories out, it nearly burnt my eyebrows off when I tried to, so---"

Thoroughly flushed, Emmeline let her shoulders drop and she smiled once again even if it was still a bit nervously. "Happy birthday."

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docstheword
2009-05-26 04:23 am UTC (link)

Caradoc was beyond very impressed, so far that his mind automatically jumped to how and why Emmeline had thought about and come up such a gift that so obviously fit him. This was exactly something he needed. She had thought a lot about it, put a great deal of effort into obtaining it (these were not easy to come across, he would know), only showing that--- he suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

With every second that she talked his mind continued to race, undecided on whether to turn to complete anxiety, or just look the other way and completely ignore this very thoughtful gift. Complete ignorance would have been his first choice, but obviously his mind was too hard to control at that point. He stayed somewhere stuck in the middle.

"Thank you," Caradoc said, giving a brief smile as he pulled his gaze away from the pensieve. This should not make him so uneasy, there was nothing to-- he had been fine for the past few months, why now, there was no reason to. This inconsistency of his was beyond aggravating to the point where--- Emmeline would notice how he was feeling.

A sudden jolt rolled through him, and quickly Caradoc went to cover up any-- weakness she might have seen in him in those few seconds. "But if it burns off my eyebrows, we're going to have a problem," he stated smartly after carefully placing it back down on the table. What else was he suppose to do it with? She surely didn't expect him to put a memory in right that very instant, did she?

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advancingly
2009-05-26 05:28 am UTC (link)

"Ohhh, well," Emmeline said, averting her eyes as well. She moved forward toward the cake, spreading out the utensils she'd brought (his kitchen contained nothing useful). That was--she didn't know what to call it, or what she'd honestly been expecting from him, but this certainly didn't feel like what she'd hoping for. "I'm very good with makeup, no one will ever notice."

Her stomach twisted oddly; the excitement of presenting Caradoc with the pensieve had fizzled and now a sense of anxiety was resting in her gut. He'd said 'thank you,' which should be more than enough, right? When you gave someone something, they were supposed to thank you. But, she knew it wasn't that simple, nothing ever was. You gave gifts because you had to, like at a wedding to someone you'd only met once, or because you wanted to make them happy.

Had she made him happy?

Well---there was cake to be had. She pushed her hair out of her face before she began this next step, and Emmeline's teeth gritted in a wince as she attempted to cut a slice into the cake (pie, it was a pie, but she'd made it herself so it counted). She definitely should have practiced this, and Emmeline felt her face heat up greatly as the slice of cake began to crumble on the knife.

No, see. She'd worked too damn hard on all of this for it to fall apart, "Sorry---you can get the next one," Emmeline mumbled, flustered.

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docstheword
2009-05-26 05:54 am UTC (link)

"I like it," Caradoc supplemented quickly, moving to hover over her slightly. Ah, see, this was why he didn't like giving gifts to people. And why he had no problem (most of the time), with no one giving him anything because it created situations like this. Why hadn't she listened to him when he had curtly stated all he wanted for his birthday was sex. And a cake. Sex and a cake, that was all he wanted but, no, Emmeline had gone and made it... special. Because a pensieve was something he did need, and she saw that, put the time and effort into getting one and---

Caradoc stopped himself from going into another mini-frenzy, knowing that it would only be counter productive. This-- just--- had to get over it, that was all. Yes. He could do that. He could accept Emmeline's deep affections for him. After all, that was what he had been trying to achieve so....

Nope. The thought still made him want to go on one of his instinctive destructive paths.

Caradoc choose to simply focus on one issue at a time, trying to mentally block out--- refrain, refrain--- her last statement out of his short term memory completely. "Really," he stumbled, blinking quickly for a split second. "Don't---" he hated having to fumble for words-- "I just--- it's very--- thoughtful."

Complete failure of words.

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advancingly
2009-05-26 06:35 am UTC (link)

Her flush deepened, and usually when this happened she avoided his gaze completely to stop any form of taunting or teasing, but she wanted to hear what he had to say so she twisted to look up at him. Emmeline cracked a smile, "I know you do."

She did, and her smile widened at the thought. Emmeline had no desire to try and pick apart why it seemed like such a struggle for him admit. As much as she liked to say she understood Caradoc, the way he saw and thought about so many things would always be lost on her. It didn't help that she herself had been subject to very little of the social interaction that might help a person deal with situations like this (or life in general) in a less than awkward fashion. All Emmeline ever knew was that she was going to try.

Try to be as normal as possible, ha. That was completely unattainable at this point, but she could fake it for the one night. Emmeline put down the knife and tilted her head away in what seemed like a lazy manner, but it was more of a shy gesture than anything.

"I'm glad," she said with another smile, reaching out and poking him in the chest.

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docstheword
2009-05-26 07:08 am UTC (link)

Okay, this was enough. Caradoc did not like this feeling in his stomach, he did not like the way Emmeline was acting, and he most certainly did not enjoy the result that all of this was creating. It was his birthday for fuck's sake (almost), he was turning 21 (which in some cultures was very important) so he should, he should--- fuck this shit, he was going to do whatever the hell he wanted and not care about anything else.

Or think, no more thinking. Emmeline had to stop making him think things.

Because this was all her fault.

She just wouldn't only give him sex. She just had to be a normal girlfriend, and give him a a normal gift that showed she cared (which, by the by, meant he had to get her a fucking unicorn with wings next month), and just--- do what she was doing.

Putting on an entirely different face, Caradoc stood up a bit taller after she poked him, refusing to being subjected to these ridiculous feelings anymore. Nope, no more subjection; he was in control, thank you very much. Moving on----

"Right, so---" Caradoc eyed the cake on the table quickly, weighing how much he actually desired to eat it sooner than later. It did look appealing, Emmeline had done a good job. But at the same time, he very much desired more to get away from this awkward exchange that had just happened "When are we having sex?"

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advancingly
2009-05-26 10:13 pm UTC (link)

The poking hand had drifted to her hair, and Emmeline easily slipped it out of its tie, managing to have it fall to her shoulders as Caradoc asked his rather blunt statement. Ooh, good timing.

"I'm surprised it took you this long to ask," she said smoothly, trying to maintain a casual demeanor, though this part of the evening had been planned as expertly as the rest. This part of the plan had included a trip to Diagon Alley with Anneliese and Ellie to a boutique that specified in evening, evening wear. Juliet was excluded for obvious reasons, and hopefully would never find out about the excursion, as projectile vomiting would probably occur.

So--yes, this was the next part of the plan anyway. Or had it been the first? Emmeline had wavered on the order, and had decided that Caradoc would end up making the decision anyway. All right, this was good, then. No more strangely awkward feelings---she knew that there was no going wrong with sexual endeavors.

Emmmeline shrugged, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "Whenever you want, I suppose." Her fingers went to the clasp of her cloak and she pushed it off her shoulders, revealing the barely-there outfit she'd worn underneath.

Her eyes opened and she flushed, barely maintaining the neutral expression. Anneliese had a ball helping her out with this.

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docstheword
2009-05-27 06:28 am UTC (link)

Whenever he wanted?

She supposed?

Did she think he would want to wait a bit now that she had just stripped down in his kitchen? Eat some cake first, let it sit for a while and then come back to the idea when he thought about it later? If Caradoc wasn't so shocked by Emmeline's very unpredictable display of her body, he might have been able to reply something sarcastic back. Or witty. Or form words for that matter. Right then, all it seemed like he could do was stand there and try to catch his mind up to understand what had just happened in the last thirty seconds and why it was still stumbling over itself.

How--- Caradoc could barely get her to do anything he wanted her to do half the time, and now here she was just--- he was not going to question this. No. Nope. There was no practical reason why he should obviously disbalance whatever it was that was happening here by pointing it out. That would be the opposite of practical, it would be idiotic. Blinking quickly, his brain finally caught up to the overpowering urge his body was feeling.

"Now," he growled, a familiar hooked smirk appearing on his face before he roughly grabbed her.

Mmm, lavender.

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advancingly
2009-05-27 07:00 am UTC (link)

Hoo hoo, this was going brilliantly. Emmeline quickly forgot the few moments of shared awkwardness as the silky fabric of her attire moved up and down her back, reveling in the fact that she could feel his hot hands through it all. Caradoc had a way of wiping her mind of anything but him, which was definitely a bad, oh-so-good thing. Emmeline knew that she rarely went out of her way like this, in a sexual manner anyway, so she was more than thrilled by his reaction.

Maybe she should just give him sex as a present for the rest of his life.

Her hands pressed hard onto the table behind her until the pressure forced them to bend and now her back felt like it was being pierced by the edge of the wood. Again in that oh-so-good manner, and her now free hands grabbed onto his shirt to attempt to balance out the clothing situation. She was always naked before he was, she really couldn't understand why or how, not that she was complaining. No, no complaining from this Ravenclaw, that was for sure. Figuring out the logistics of her boyfriend's keen clothes-removal skills would come at a later time.

Or she supposed she could figure it out right now, as that would be a rather enjoyable method of research. Emmeline grinned against his mouth at the thought, and let out a pleased hum.

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