the only octavius o. pepper (dinglealltheway) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-12-28 19:49:00

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andrea johnson, anton chang, arista sykes, delilah spinnet, derek dobbs, edward pennifold, ethan jordan, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, greta catchlove, group, howell williams, iwan quigley, marissa shimpling, matthew summerby, max fancourt, mirabelle jasper, saoirse mullet, scarlett rabnott, seth wadcock, thomas mccormack, violet voltaire

For New Year's Eve!

Octavius thought, all things considered, this party had come together rather nicely. "All things considered" being the harrowing and oddly personal war Mira and he were currently battling out, and its various distractions. With the amount of sabotage his tricky personal assistant wreaked upon him (and, admittedly, some effects of his own retaliation, because he didn't have eight other siblings for nothing), he thought their end-of-the-year bash might never get off the ground. But the floating candles, the rather superb live, musical entertainment, and the food was proof of the fact that, in spite of the squabbling and havoc occuring at the Wizarding Wireless Network studios, they could still throw a rather excellent party.

He optimistically did not let it get to him that he had brought his sister as a date, and an offhand comment she'd made during one of their lunches had given him a spectacular idea for the grand finale of the night. Five minutes before midnight, the lamps would begin to dim to black as the ceiling turned into a reflection of the night sky. Then would begin the countdown, and at the stroke of midnight, ushering in the new year, a slew of firecrackers would be released over the crowd, all courtesy of some handy and pretty ingenious spellwork. Octavius was getting downright gleeful in anticipation of that.

Nor was he letting get to him the unfortunate fact that Mira and he, spitting claws and all, would be taking a portkey at the arse crack of dawn to Istanbul, for the European Cup beginning on the first (or, tomorrow). Select crew, and even some of the party-goers, were in the same boat, but Octavius had a feeling the sleeplessness would be worth it. Tonight would be a night to remember.

OOC refer here for kissing questions! Or ask me :]

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galvinized
2012-12-30 08:21 pm UTC (link)

His hands loosened their hold on her elbows, but his fingers traced up and down her arms in a tantalizing fashion. The blush on her cheeks made him bold, and Vinny ducked his head lightly, “And if I don’t please?”

He only had moments to act, to get in what he wanted to say before Arista managed to find her composure and whack him upside the head. Galvin didn’t know how he knew, but he did, he was sure of it, that she was just as enthralled with him as he with her. It was a remarkably foreign feeling for him, but it was something that felt good, being wanted felt good and something he had been missing for a long, long time. He and Victoria had a sexual chemistry that could not be denied, but those long nights thinking of wanting something more, of missing the deep connection he once had, had left him aching for even the slightest chance to experience it again. Maybe there was a way for him to feel as complete as he once had, but how was he ever to know if he didn’t try?

“Give me until midnight,” he asked, still managing to allow Arista a way out of whatever this was. Vinny pressed forward, his hands taking hers. It didn’t matter that they were less than a minute away from the clock winding down to the New Year; he wouldn’t be able to prove himself in hour-long monologues about taking risks and leaps of faith, not with Arista Sykes. If Vinny couldn’t prove to himself and Arista in the next fleeting seconds then he never would. Keeping a tight grip on one of her hands, Vinny let himself reach up and cup the side of her face. Her shimmering dress enhanced the beautiful green of her eyes. “I find you remarkable.”

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bratemius
2012-12-30 11:42 pm UTC (link)

Utter shock had her eyes snapping back to his, and when she reflected on this moment, would see that as her first big mistake. Others had tried far harder, tried force, and she'd resorted to getting mean. Of course rumours had spread, a reputation emerged, yet it only made her more untouchable, untameable. But when Galvin wanted to touch her, even as casual as a hand on the shoulder, Arista wanted to let him. She didn't know how or why, but he'd found a chink in her armour, and he was well on his way to pushing through it.

She let out a slight noise of distress when she felt his warm hand on her cheek. Her heart was hammering, and her head was a-whirl with confusion, reluctance, and the absolutely terrifying knowledge that she was going to give in and lose control, if only for a moment. It was a heady thing for one who craved admiration as much as she did, to be called remarkable by so dynamic-seeming a person, and would take one much stronger than Arista to deny such a pull.

Even as she dazedly started to rise on her toes, grip his hand a little harder, incline her head towards his, she breathed, "This—you shouldn't be asking me this." The hand he wasn't holding fisted at his chest. She all but forgot they were in a dimly lit room, in the midst of a frenzied crowd. "We shouldn't be doing this—"

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galvinized
2012-12-31 03:11 am UTC (link)

They shouldn’t be. His agent was going to have a fit, he was going to get whacked in the head with a rolled up copy of the Prophet like he had after the pictures of he and Arista leaving the same restaurant surfaced. It was not a good idea to have dating dueling seekers. Fans believed your loyalties would be tested, the first loss would be blamed on the other and imagine what it would be like when their teams faced each other. He understood the problems they could face, but what was some newspaper drama compared to the plights of war? Vinny had already survived the worst You-Know-Who could have thrown at him and though he still admittedly would never be completely healed, he had survived. Taking this risk seemed like a jump into a freezing cold lake, something that could awaken all his senses with a radical shock to his system.

The countdown began and Vinny pushed forward, "I have until midnight, remember?"

He didn't hesitate in kissing her then. A first kiss was the most important. It set the tone for every kiss that was to follow and Vinny made sure that Arista could feel how strongly he believed they could make this work. His hand pushed into her hair, and when the clock struck midnight and the fireworks rained own around them like falling stars, he imagined that he'd chosen the perfect moment to make this first kiss one for the record books. The fireworks even seemed to intensify how important this kiss was meant to be, and Galvin wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her to pull her close.

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bratemius
2013-01-01 09:08 pm UTC (link)

So much the better if Galvin thought she'd refuse him, because Arista was ashamed to think how far beyond midnight she was willing to give him. As she pressed herself into the kiss, one hand curled into the nape of his neck, she tried not to dwell on the rightness, tried to quiet her head by telling herself it wasn't real. It was the last few seconds of the year no one paid attention to, that no one would remember, too busy ushering in the start of the coming one. Nothing one did in the interim counted. It wasn't real, no matter how her heart pounded or blood pulsed.

Then the sensation came at her like a punch, setting a fire in her, unleashing a hunger she didn't understand. It made her feel as if she were teetering on the edge of something, about to tip over into the unknown. She clutched harder at him, taking Galvin in as if he were more than the air she needed to breathe. No one had ever kissed or been kissed like this, Arista knew that much with her every fibre.

When the time came, painfully, to splinter apart, her chest was heaving as she fought to catch her breath. Collapsing against his chest was as much pleasure as it was a necessity to remaining upright, though a small smile full of glorious satiation curved her lips. She angled her head up from its comfortable resting place to look at him, which was the precise moment her hands went slack. Though her eyes were slow to snap to alert from their lazy, half-slitted gaze, her jaw began to drop.

Of course she couldn't quiet her head. It did count, it was real, it was too real, and she started to shake her head at the realisation of what she'd done, of the line she'd—they'd—crossed. Automatically, she was straightening, shifting away from him as though that would erase the last few minutes.

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galvinized
2013-01-01 09:15 pm UTC (link)

He felt her pull away and Vinny didn’t know how much he wanted to fight. There was an ache in his chest, something that told him he was once again being pushed away from what he wanted. It was a strange combination of feelings; Arista was her own woman, making her own choices, who was he to question her decisions? He wanted to, he wanted to tell her that she didn’t have to worry about what other people said, that they were smart enough to manage the media, that the chance of a future together was worth it, but he didn’t know how, and he couldn’t do that here. The atmosphere was romanticized, they were surrounded by people that needn’t get involved, and as seemingly magical as the kiss had been (no, honestly, there had been something shot through his veins), he wasn’t naive enough to think that it would be enough to rid Arista of her doubts.

Vinny didn’t like when people doubted him. In her mind it might not be him specifically, but it was enough. He prided himself on being the best, putting forth all he could. It was in his blood, he never doubted his Sorting, he was a proud Hufflepuff who worked hard for what he wanted. He felt twisted up and bothered, unsure which was the more overwhelming feeling; wanting to make Arista to see that he would be good for her or allowing her to realize that on her own.

He deserved that, didn’t he? To be recognized for the good man he was?

“It’s past midnight,” was all he said, not moving away, but not inching closer. She could take this as her chance to go without him saying another word, or she could make the right decision.

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bratemius
2013-01-01 10:33 pm UTC (link)

Arista had to jerk her head down to collect herself, swallowing thickly. That reaction had been unprecedented, she managed to think weakly, then let the panic have her.

She had to be ruthlessly honest with herself, otherwise she'd cave in an instant. With Galvin, it wasn't simply what people would say or whisper about them, or even the threat of admonishment or punishment for dating another Seeker—this Seeker—that deterred her. Arista didn't know, personally, if her admittedly frail ego could handle such proximity, intimacy, with the enemy. In just a few hours, the preparations for another month-long battle would begin, so how could she date a man one day, and have to go directly head-to-head with him the next? She might no longer believe his goal was sabotage, but would that change the outcome of allowing herself to give in to this awful temptation?

Not to mention Galvin… terrified her, in a word. Arista couldn't remember the last time she had really, actually kissed somebody. And the end result had certainly never left her unsteady on her feet, unable to get her breath back. She didn't feel these things, she wasn't supposed to. Never mind that she didn't have time for such relationships, she simply didn't have the capacity for them, wasn't supposed to. So the worst part was that she wanted more. Even as she stood in front of him, telling herself to shove free and start assessing the damage, another part of her was calculating their height differences, wondering if she were to launch herself on the tips of her toes now, would she be able to reach his lips. Just one kiss had turned Arista into some hungry, needy creature she couldn't make sense of.

"This is too much," she said faintly, backing away, turning to all but run. "I can't do this, it's too much."

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