gabriel l. corner (coverstory) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-02-14 17:26:00

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gabriel corner, greta catchlove, group, noah boot, odette boot

Daily Prophet Ball - Wizarding World!
Gabriel did not want to be here. He hated this holiday, he had no need for this holiday, and it was only to make appearances for his superiors to be here. He didn't even know how long he should stay, or who he should talk to---maybe the Editor in Chief would be good, to know that he had shown up in support--this was terrible.

He'd been in quite a horrid mood for weeks now, and Valentine's was simply not helping it in any case. Gabriel was excellent, excellent at putting on a good face for those around him (especially those he didn't want noticing his true demeanor), but the pink and the red and the hearts and the smiles, no. It simply reminded him that there were people who were happy in the world with their lives and families and---mostly their families. Bloody---families.

"Excuse me," he muttered, eyes locked onto the exit, as he believed he had made enough of an appearance.

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cockaigne
2009-02-20 04:32 am UTC (link)

Odette felt her shoulders relax back, and a coy smile slip onto her lips as he spoke. There were a lot of things he could do to her that would change her mood, but that didn't mean they were appropriate in public. Which was so boring. It was like anything that was remotely interesting or exciting had to be behind closed doors or kept hush-hush, or you didn't even think about until after it had gotten dark. What was with that? It was as if society wanted you to be boring, and enjoy standing around to talk about dreadfully dull topics for hours on end.

Really. The Daily Prophet needed to lighten up a little. Or at least graduate from the status of only hosting 'Balls.'

In her humble opinion.

And--- Odette couldn't help it, she had to stifle back a (somewhat poorly) laugh as Noah commenced a complete stare-down duel with the man behind the bar. She thought for a moment about ordering another one for him, or simply passing him hers, but the thought quickly appalled her. She didn't need to do anything for him like that... but that didn't mean she wasn't allowed to distract him from this pathetic dominance struggle.

"Mmhmm," she finally responded, smoothly slipping off her seat to stand up. Odette brushed her dress of evenly without a hitch, and as if on a beat moved close to Noah to roughly grab the back of his neck. Pulling him to her, she forcefully pushed her mouth onto his. See, a solution to all their problems.

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supernoah
2009-02-20 07:26 am UTC (link)

This--he could deal with.

Drinks were forgotten as he immediately kissed her back. As hard as it was to be in a public place as Odette's personal entertainment (okay...that really wasn't a bad thing), Noah found it quite easy to kiss and snog her back. Even from the first encounter, he'd had no hesitations or reservations which was ridiculously strange to him in hindsight. He should've been terrified about how he performed in bed, but that came more than naturally, much more than sitting at a bar in a bloody vest and tie.

He supposed--that was a good thing, then. Calm and collected about sex was bound to lead you into more interesting situations.

Noah's arm wrapped around her waist, pressing into her back as his hand disappeared into the ends of her hair. Still sitting (ha-), he swiveled the chair to maneuver himself (and Odette, he supposed) with better ease. The thought that they were snogging in front of people hadn't crossed his mind until he heard the clanking of a glass on the bar beside him, and Noah grinned against Odette's lips; well, he'd gotten his drink.

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cockaigne
2009-02-20 10:28 pm UTC (link)

What--- or how, more specifically--- they were doing was hardly appropriate for being in public, no less a stuffy Prophet ball, and for that Odette became immensely pleased with Noah. Not that he honestly had any say in the matter, because for the most part concerning any aspect of her life whatever Odette got what Odette wanted. But it definitely made her feel satisfied which definitely helped him in the long run. Since he was so willing.

And she completely took back what she had said before about him being geekishly adorable and comfortable, that wasn't the thing that mattered (or kept her around)-- it was the great sex. Yes, there was no reason to try and make it sound less superficial, or with fancy words. Odette liked sex--- Noah was good at sex. You didn't need to be an Arithmancy genius find out that putting those two together worked well.

Of course, he could undo all of that in a second by reaching for that drink. But just to make sure-- she let go of him for a second, using her opposite hand to push up against the edge of the bar and up off the ground slightly, effectively placing herself between him and it. She was far too enjoying herself for him to go and ruin everything.

Odette kept one hand holding onto his neck, but eventually it began to wander... to his hairline, the back of his ears, his chest, feeling indifferently free to push onto him however she pleased. Maybe she should have stopped at that last drink-- ha, ha, too late now.

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