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Post by séverin baudelaire on Jan 19, 2013 14:48:29 GMT -5
[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 80px]dragons and moons | [atrb=vAlign,top] tagged for sou; Cake pops. They were quite possibly the single-handedly most masculine edible thing in the entire world. Aside from marshmallows. No, no, cake pops were definitely more masculine. And they were also hopelessly Séverin's downfall along with the little student he was tugging not-so-kindly behind him. The hand that holds his is tiny in comparison and warm: everything Séverin feels he is not. The dragon professor is thoughtful in his silence and he looks to Lune almost curiously. "Are you following along with those stubby legs of yours alright? At this rate, I won't hesitate to simply carry you, Mr. D'Eclair." | | |
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 20, 2013 0:00:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] It really wasn't his fault that fate had decided to curb his growing at age thirteen or something, but he still feels pretty bad - after all, he's completely dragging both of them down. Now, granted, his partner is extremely nimble on his toes, although he's strong and absolutely gigantic, and Lune just doesn't understand how he can pull that off. Huffing and puffing, cheeks reddened alongside the tips of his ears, before dropping the other's hand apologetically and placing his own against his knees, gulping back a few breaths of necessity, before blowing his cheeks out like a Qwilfish. "J-Just fine, mister. I ... I think ... maybe, just maybe, we should ..." He has a hard time trying to talk, but he instead takes the other's hand and squeezes, before lifting both of his arms, absolutely pitifully. "S'il vous plaît?" [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
[style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: mister sèverin[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style] |
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Post by séverin baudelaire on Jan 20, 2013 14:57:29 GMT -5
[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 80px]dragons and moons | [atrb=vAlign,top] tagged for sou; Honestly. Séverin decides Lune is definitely the same thing as a five-year-old child. He pauses for a moment, crossing his arms against his broad chest as he sighs softly. "Your hands are so tiny," he observes quietly as he kneels to hold the boy like a tiny kitten by the arms. He holds him above his head as he presses a small kiss to the tip of the boy's nose and settles the boy in his arms as he continues to stride down the aisles. "See anything to your fancy, Mr. D'Eclair?" | | |
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 21, 2013 0:46:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] It feels a little bit odd being carried like that, but Lune doesn't seem to mind. Besides, his legs were beginning to tire, anyway, since he couldn't go ahead and catch up to his mister's strides! Sighing in contentment, he lays low in the other's arms and basks in the warmth, before going on over to press a kiss against his chin, too. Might as well, right? His eyes stray on over to look at the items on display, although his crimson oculars does catch onto a jar of gummy worms and pause, practically salivating. He knows they came for cake pops, so they should go on over to the cake pops section, but ... But he can't ... He can't ... Swallowing, he hides his face for a second behind his small hands, taking in his choices, before looking absolutely dejected. "M-Monsieur, can we ... Have those ... bonbon gélifié en forme de ver?" Then, pausing, he decides to take a moment to smile softly, looking quite taken with them and the consequences of asking, before leaning up to press yet another kiss against the corner of his lips, "please?" [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
[style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: mister sèverin[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style] |
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Post by séverin baudelaire on Jan 21, 2013 16:09:45 GMT -5
[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 80px]dragons and moons | [atrb=vAlign,top] tagged for sou; The kisses barely phase Séverin. Please, he's used to violent kisses. Kisses that hurt. His own curious gaze follows the boy's to find the jar of gummy worms. Are those what Lune wanted? He looks back to the shy little devil hiding his adorable face and he trails a slim finger against the boy's lips with curiosity. "No, you can't have whatever you just asked for unless you ask me in English," he chides as he wraps his luxurious coat around the boy to keep him warm. His own lips graze Lune's ear, nipping at the tender lobe. "Tell me, Mr. D'Eclair, what is it you wanted again? Do enlighten me and I will possibly consider it." | | |
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 21, 2013 23:29:17 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] Oh, mister Séverin sucks. Unhappy, Lune decides to merely pout and check into the other's arms, completely comfortable, as he grumbles under his breath. It's obvious that he doesn't mean anything about that, though, because he ends up cuddling the other sweetly, eyes still focused on the jar of gummy worms. Was he supposed to say no? He couldn't - he needed those gummy worms, darn him! Licking his lips, Lune looks up into the other's eyes, bright eyes trying to be serious, "Please, mister Séverin, I would appreciate a chance to taste those delicious-looking gummy worms, if you'd please. And those gummy bears, too, if you're willing. And a basketful of sweets." Shy, he entwines the other's hair with his forefinger, and smiles. "Please?" [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
[style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: mister sèverin[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style] |
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Post by séverin baudelaire on Jan 23, 2013 0:12:25 GMT -5
[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 80px]dragons and moons | [atrb=vAlign,top] tagged for sou; Séverin grins and perhaps he should simply allow Lune those gummy worms and whatnot, but he has way too much fun teasing poor little Lune. "A basketful of sweets? What sort of sweets do you imagine in that basket of yours? Also, in English, thank you," he replies, gaze apathetic in effort not to betray his humor. Idly, with his free hand, he picks up a nearby jar of the gummy worms and allows Lune just enough time to admire them, but not enough to take them. He holds the jar out of reach and holds them over the poor boy's head, obviously taunting him. By now, he can't resist a devious grin and he opens the jar of gummy worms ( unpaid, mind you! ) and eats them right there! "Was this what you wanted?" | | |
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 23, 2013 2:34:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] Honestly, Lune has a super hard time controlling his unhappiness. He's a bit of an optimistic child, a smile being almost stuck to his lips twenty-four seven; but really, it seemed as if being with a particular English professor really made the frowning portion of his nature appear - which was rare. So really, kudos to a mister Séverin Baudelaire for being so superb and bringing out his bad points. Humph! Lune's kept himself on a tight leash until then, completely trying to wrack his head and work his tongue to speak in English, but the deal seems to become a little bit too hard. Instead, he says absolutely nothing, merely looking down at his legs, until he smells the artificial tang of fruits. Oh, yes. Yes, this was what he wan-
... Rude. Having an expression that almost seemed like ';A;', Lune merely watches as the blue-haired professor chews away on the gummy worms, looking as composed as ever. How did he even do it? Pouting, Lune looks away, swiveling his head to bury his forehead and eyes into the other's shoulder, inhaling his scent and merely wibbling softly. "Th-that's what I wanted, you mauvais garçon," and it's filled with some sort of sentimentality and melancholy, as he sniffles against his shoulder, "you're a horrible, bad boy, mister Séverin! I-I'll never share my cake pops with you!" [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
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Post by séverin baudelaire on Jan 24, 2013 0:32:57 GMT -5
[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 80px]dragons and moons | [atrb=vAlign,top] tagged for sou; Aw! Goodness gracious, how cute is this boy? Urgh, Séverin doesn't even like these gummy worms. With his free hand, he affectionately ruffles the boy's hair as he finishes munching on the half-bitten candy. He's really quite taken with little Lune's wibbling. He's trying really hard not to take the boy right there and then. Good God, Séverin has way too much fun tormenting the poor thing. Playfully, he nudges the boy's pale cheek with a slim fingertip. "Say aah," he whispers sweetly into the other's ear as he dangles a gummy worm above the boy's head. "If you're very good for me, I'll buy you everything in this market, but you have to do whatever I say. Do you understand me or do you need Google Translate?" | | |
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 24, 2013 3:47:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] Honestly, he's about to give up. There was no way that he could get those gummy worms, especially if they were in the hands of the scary, mean monsieur! Frowning, he crosses his arms and pouts, much like the child he is, before seeing the sugared sweet above in the air above him. He unconsciously licks his lips, tasting the few particles of the powdered sugar that had been sprinkled up against the jelly. He doesn't quite believe that the English professor would buy him absolutely everything, but he merely smiles, trusting him for his word, before he tilts his head and tries to lean upwards, teeth aiming for the gummy worm so precariously suspended in midair. "... Mister, my head's starting to hurt," he says, voice soft and light as he just stays away from the jelly, basically a hairbreadth away, before nipping the other's finger instead, "I'd like it soon, please. I'm being a good little birdling!"[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
[style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: mister sèverin[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style] |
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Post by séverin baudelaire on Jan 26, 2013 16:36:46 GMT -5
[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 80px]dragons and moons | [atrb=vAlign,top] tagged for sou; Alright, Lune's asked nicely and Séverin wants those cake pops. Finally, at long last, the man surrenders and cautiously drops the candy worm into the boy's mouth like a loving mother bird. Casually, he flicks the belligerent candy shop owner a few dollars as payment before pushing the jar of gummy worms into the boy's arms as he continues to drag him in search of his precious cake pops. For no reason, Séverin leans down in the middle of the crowd to lick the tangy sugar off the boy's lips and he grins devilishly. "Say 'thank you, Mr. Baudelaire for the delicious treat' now, baby bird." | | |
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 26, 2013 23:32:58 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] He hadn't been expecting the jar of gummy worms to be thrust into his hands so simply, but he wasn't complaining. With bright eyes, he opens up the jar and digs his forefinger and thumb into the container, taking out multiples of the brightly-colored confectionery; as he does so, however, he offers one to his monsieur, only to be met with a kiss - or rather, an embarrassing lick. His face turns pink, his ears also betraying him to a peachy tint, as he merely chews the jelly silently, trying to think of what to do next. Could he ... could he extract his revenge on mister Séverin? When he's prompted to say a thank-you, though, he doesn't, merely keeping his mouth shut, before looking away, huffing slightly. "No. I don't think mister Baudelaire earned that thank-you!" Oops. Maybe that wasn't the right thing to say. But it was too late, wasn't it? [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
[style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: mister sèverin[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style] |
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Post by séverin baudelaire on Jan 27, 2013 19:41:22 GMT -5
[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 80px]dragons and moons | [atrb=vAlign,top] tagged for sou; No thank you? Séverin just grins. Is that how Lune wants to play it? Séverin raises the boy into his arms like a tiny kitten before nuzzling the tip of his nose against the other's in a little butterfly kiss. "You're adorable when you're upset with me," he mocks as he bites the boy's bottom lip with his sharp teeth. "Are you sure you want to be difficult, kitten? I like it when you play hard to get." | | |
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