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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mullets
2013-01-03 05:48 am UTC (link)

She needed to stop speaking up for the intent of his benefit. That, much, was clear as Saoirse breathed deeply and looked down at her feet. And while apart of her couldn't truly be upset with Howell for becoming angry, that nonetheless did not stop the burn it created in her chest. His raised voice, and his pointed finger... it only made her volley between self-loathing and confusion even further.

Could she now, in addition to saying all the wrong things, no longer read him as well? If it had not been what she said, then what was his hesitance, his uncomfortableness, concerning? She didn't... know. Saoirse pulled her lips back in an attempt to stop her quivering bottom one, feebly, but it was to no avail. Her face grew hot, even though the rest of her body felt quite like it had been freshly exposed to a bitter ice bath, and it took a great deal of self control to not let any more emotion appear on her face.

It was only after swallowing soundly did Saoirse begin to move. She quietly took his cloak resting on her shoulders off, taking her time with it. Wearing it was unnecessary, now, with how cold she felt, and more importantly, she didn't think she could stand to be wearing it a minute longer. She folded it neatly in her hands, blinking quickly to help stay focused. Then, after a long silence, she finally spoke.

"I wish you, and Wales, the best of luck next month," Saoirse said calmly, and cooly, despite her face quite red with embarrassment. She stuck out his cloak to him. His scowl made something within her die a little, so she averted her gaze from his face.

What else could she say? His words dug deeply within her, they made her feel more confused, and alarmed, in the most horrible of ways. So while she would have liked to spend a few more hours with him, start the new year with Howell, that didn't seem very possible now. Who knew what else she would do or say with the thought of appeasing him but to only in the end offend?

Her mouth opened to perhaps apologize, for everything, but even now, she knew how insincere it would sound. So instead, Saoirse made a show of closing her mouth again with a confused look, returned his belonging to him, and quickly turned away. Now not only would their time apart be difficult, but bitter and heavy as well.

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howl
2013-01-03 07:13 am UTC (link)

Her parting shot left him absolutely stupefied, which was how the cloak had even wound up back in his hands to begin with. He was beginning to get the feeling that they were having two entirely separate conversations, and wondered how she could fail to hear him so utterly.

Howell might have let her go, had he not glimpsed her pale bare shoulders from the corner of his eye. His own feelings were hurt enough, his mood black enough, that he felt the need to curl up in a corner and lick the wounds he wasn't quite sure how he'd received. But the sight of her skin snapped at him, and hell have him if he was going to let her freeze to death just because they had fought—if, in fact, that's what this entirely too confusing exchange was. Besides which, he'd meant what he's just told her, hadn't he? Loudly, and with emphasis. If she wanted to test him, then he was more than happy to let her know how serious he was.

He could only make it worse by making her more upset, and the way (possibly even the fact that she had at all) she wished him luck smacked of finality, so Howell didn't see himself as being overrun with choices. He cut in front of her quite nimbly, bracing his hands on her shoulders as he levelled himself down to look her in the eye. "Stop running away from me," he said, voice ripe with frustration. His hands gave her the slightest shake. "Tell me what you want from me, Saoirse. Just tell me, and I'll give it to you, I swear."

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mullets
2013-01-03 07:58 am UTC (link)

She wasn't running away, she was letting him be, was that not clear? Saoirse tucked her chin to her shoulder as Howell shook her, her thoughts completely collecting at how tired she now felt. What had happened, why was this so difficult? Why was she so difficult? Why was this fight even happening in the first place?

Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, and Saoirse thought it better to not respond, for it felt like that would take more energy and only create more issue. But, as she so gluttonously was, she couldn't help herself, and her mouth began to run.

"I don't want to talk about breaking up, I don't want to think about it. I don't want it to happen," she mumbled quickly, pushing the side of her face into her own shoulder. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you, with saying how important... you are to me, I just thought---" She stopped for a moment, the words feeling stuck in her throat. "--- I thought that you would need to hear it, to agree to temporary space."

Exhaustion now felt like an appropriate word to describe her state, but she knew she had to continue on.

"I just need space, for a bit, to do a proper job," Saoirse let out in a smaller voice, once again feeling silly. For didn't other couples deal with this with ease? How did they do it? She had no bloody idea, because right now, it seemed like the most difficult thing in the world.

"I'm sorry that's... not what you want," she let out finally, her eyes closing for a moment. What more... she wasn't sure what else she could say? Or do... all Saoirse did know was that she did not want to be... she did not want to leave Howell like this, leave them in a place that was not... good. So, despite immediately thinking it inappropriate, her hand reached up to tentatively rest on his chest.

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howl
2013-01-04 04:41 am UTC (link)

She told him that because she thought he would need to hear it? Did that mean she really felt that way, or she was just telling him he was important to her to appease him? No, he couldn't—wouldn't—think that way, because hadn't Saoirse first said she didn't want to talk about breaking up, didn't want it to happen? So it wouldn't. He wouldn't let it. And now faced with the mess of his burgeoning feelings for her, and the scare of actually breaking up, the month didn't seem so bad, in comparison. Not that he wanted it, and had to say as much.

"It's not," Howell told her honestly, biting back a sigh as he cupped his hand over hers, sure she could feel his heart beating. That simple move had his defences dropping quicker than a snap. "It's not, but I'll do it because you asked me to." He couldn't bring himself to tell her that she hadn't overwhelmed her with her declarations; in fact, it would be quite the other way if he hadn't promptly curbed the impulse to tell her what she meant to him. And still might be, if he tried to appease her. Instead he tried to show her by bringing her closer, keeping his other arm around her waist.

He hunched his shoulders, feeling weary and wholly unwilling to let her go. Howell had a sinking sensation he had devolved to a full pirate and would sweep her over his shoulder if she refused him next. "Let's just forget it for now," he pleaded softly, bending to press his forehead to hers. "Can we just… spend the rest of the year together and forget it?"

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mullets
2013-01-04 04:31 pm UTC (link)

Had she ever, so much in her life, desired simply for a warm embrace? No, Saoirse answered herself tiredly, she had not, and because of that, she easily wrapped her arms around him as he brought her closer to him. Had she ever felt so mentally spent, either? Not for a very long time, and for that, she curled her hands on Howell's back to clutch his robes tightly.

When he spoke again, and rested his forehead to hers, a bit of her face brightened. She did, that was what she wanted, practically all she could ever think about wanting at this point. To spend what time was left together, quietly, without the distractions of what felt like the world. But, the burn of... whatever their exchange would be categorized as was still fresh, and made her withhold from responding immediately.

No, no, no--- she would not let her hesitations and reservations get the best of her, twice in what seemed like mere seconds. Very much determined to get over herself, Saoirse began to nod slowly, and then vehemently. Yes, she wanted to spend the last few moments of this year with him, for almost half of it had truly been about him, hadn't it?

Saoirse closed her eyes, and as they did, her hands raced to hold the sides of his face. She couldn't give him this fierce kiss within her fast enough, and longingly she pushed her lips to his to help convey just how much she truly wished to cut this entire memory out of her conscious, and, above all, let him feel just how much she wanted to be with him.

"Please," she let out, agreed, after they parted. Her fingers laced through his hair behind his neck, and she let out a few heavy breaths. "Yes, please."

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