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Post by séverin baudelaire on Jan 19, 2013 15:00:11 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; Who said dragons can't visit gardens during the early evening? Granted, this is Séverin, who has something of a fearsome reputation at school, but here he is, admiring the little dots of color that litter the earth. It's not exactly Jane Eyre with the gloomy atmosphere and conveniently placed fog, but it's decently sunny and the weather is slightly brisk: nothing a good ol' coat and scarf can't properly fix. Casually, he continues to meander across the path when he hears sudden footsteps, light and fairy-like, trailing behind him. He turns around sharply, "Reveal yourself!" | | |
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 20, 2013 0:16:27 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] Lune is really regretting the fact that he hadn't worn his fluffy sweater alongside his scarf and mittens, but what could he do? It wasn't as if he could run all the way back to the dormitories ... That would just take too long. Pouting slightly, he leans against one of the stone statutes, before taking a sip of his overly-indulging hot chocolate, with half of the liquid being basically whipped cream, getting a dot of it on his nose. He blows on the brown, warm liquid, and continues walking, wanting nothing but to hide in a small little shelter with tons of heating. Unfortunately, the gardens don't seem to have such a thing, so Lune keeps on walking. Soon, he ends up on a little stone pathway, which makes him smile; how absolutely petit! Beaming, he skips for a while on the round stones, before ending up close to a backside of someone rather ... familiar. For a second, he pauses and wracks his brain, but he simply knows who it is by his cologne, and he decides that he's going to pounce.
And he does it. Just like an Emolga. "Mister!" Of course, his hot chocolate's in the way so he fumbles with it in mid-air, but it seems to just drop - so he just lets it drop. Besides, all he needs is ... mister Séverin Baudelaire. He buries his face into the other's chest, and inhales softly.
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Post by séverin baudelaire on Jan 20, 2013 15:05:43 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; Who in the world - Without even thinking, Séverin reaches out instantly for the mug of hot chocolate. He's nearly knocked over and some of the searing liquid spills onto his bare hand, burning him effectively and he hisses in pain. He directs his attention, half-concerned and half aggravated, to the clinging boy as he sets the mug onto the floor. With effort, he pries Lune away from his chest and holds him steady. "What are you doing here!? Shouldn't you be at home?" His gaze is almost furious and he's definitely intimidating. He cradles the wounded hand against his chest as his free hand seizes the other's wrist. "...You aren't dressed nearly as warm as I'd like you to be." | | |
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 21, 2013 0:38:40 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, oops. It really sounded as if he was mad at him, or something! Gasping softly at the other's reddened hand ( due to the spill of the hot liquid sorry not really sorry he had the cling coming ), Lune goes to clasp it softly, cupping it and pressing a kiss against it. "Excusez-moi, excusez-moi," |
[/i] he whispers, before tugging the other close to him once more, his smile brightening sweetly as he cradles him so, unable to really detach from his warm, solid body, "I just wanted to say hello, mister. You seemed lonely, walking alone. I only missed you ..." He doesn't meet the other's eyes, merely licking his lips and tugging on Séverin's uninjured hand to pull him downwards, cheeks flushed already with pink, "may I have a kiss?" Oops. Honestly, he had supposed to say that ... Never, really, but he couldn't help it. He missed his English professor, darn him! [/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][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by séverin baudelaire on Jan 21, 2013 16:18:16 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 simply rolls his eyes. He does appreciate the soft kisses to the stinging hand though. That was rather nice. Of course, Lune doesn't quite feel like detaching himself from the professor's body. Séverin silently admires the boy's ability to glue himself to him like it's nothing and he promptly lifts the boy like a kitten into his arms. "Do you think you deserve a kiss, you naughty little kitten?" His accompanying grin is all teeth as he bites the boy's cheek playfully. "I'm ...used to being alone. You needn't be concerned for me." | | |
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 21, 2013 23:44:35 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 didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU! He didn't want to worry, dang yoU!
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Post by séverin baudelaire on Jan 22, 2013 23:07:59 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's lips curl into a smile when he feels Lune jerk against his lethargic grip. "I'm more inclined to have you beg for that kiss," he growls into the boy's ear. "Lune." He helps the boy settle into his arms as he presses a small kiss to the top of his head. "You didn't specify where you'd like this kiss, petite monsieur." Honestly, Séverin didn't even need a winter jacket at this rate; he could just wear Lune. That would be okay with him. ...Maybe. "Perhaps, you should be a touch more specific in dictating your desires. It's no wonder your essays are always so generalized." Séverin is completely smug and he knows he has Lune eating from the palm of his hand. Hook, line, and sinker. | | |
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 23, 2013 2:16:48 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] Now, that was rude! Frowning, Lune merely fidgets with the edge of his shirt, deciding to ignore the fact that his English professor had not-so-innocently growled his name into his ear. W-Whatever, he was totally used to that! Then, he goes ahead and blames Lune of not specifying where he'd like to be kissed, which confuses him even more. W-what did that even mean? Where else could a human being kiss, except on their lips? He still blushes at that fact, but he's still a bit confused on what his darling little gijinka is trying to show him. Instead, he leans forward and kisses Séverin, grasping the other's chin with both of his hands, as he pulls him close and closes his eyes, before managing to nip at the other's lips, "embrasser." Kiss.[/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 0:05:05 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; Bingo. Séverin feigns surprise when he's suddenly kissed just to humor Lune, but he can't resist the snide smile that curls on his lips as he melts in the tender kiss. His strong arms wrap protectively around the boy's delicate frame and he pulls him in closely. In retaliation to the little teeth on his lip, Séverin counters with a flick of his tongue and parts those soft lips as if asking for entry, but he mockingly pulls away like the rude professor he is. "You do realize I don't understand French? How many times do I have to repeat myself, Mr. D'Eclair? Naughty little boys don't get what they want. Especially if they want kisses." | | |
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 24, 2013 3:33:30 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] Lune remembers being called a lot of different names, but he'd never been called 'naughty. He just smiles softly, merely caressing the other's handsome face, before pulling closer to his professor, inhaling his scent against his chest. "I've never been naughty in my life, mister! You're being mean, again. I don't appreciate this!" And although his remarks are rather straightforward, he looks rather comfortable in his position there, a lazy smile at his face, as he looks up to match eyes with his darling Axew. "... But I don't mind you repeating yourself, mister. I like your voice, after all. I think it's quite ... darling. And quite fitting, for a sweet little Axew like you!" This time, he professionally wraps an arm around the other's shoulders and pulls him close, so that he wouldn't be able to go ahead and just tease him, before kissing him again on the lips, just lightly. "Fine. Then you can't have me, either. Let me down, mister."[/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 26, 2013 16:25:45 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; Lune is a saucy little fellow, isn't he? Séverin scowls, holding the boy protectively to his chest as a dragon guards his hoard. "As if I want to let you go," he sulks, but the brooding is short-lived when his lips meet with the boy's. Helplessly, he leans into the sweet kiss. His arms somehow make their way around the boy's thin frame. "Goodness, Mr. D'Eclair, how have you managed to survive in class when you kiss me now every three seconds?" Séverin enjoys teasing the little fellow, but he does not appreciate being teased in return. "And I will have you know my voice is extremely manly, thank you," he retorts before shyly kissing Lune swiftly: just once. | | |
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 26, 2013 23:36:33 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] That's right, just how had he gone and kept himself away from his darling mister whilst in class? That was a mystery not even Sherlock Holmes himself could figure out, it seemed. Lune merely smiles helplessly, basking in the warmth of the other's cuddles and slight kisses, before shaking his head. "No, mister, you still sound like a little Axew! It's not a bad thing, I promise. I think it's very cute, yes? Bonbon." He can't help but to tease his English professor - he doesn't know why, but he gets flustered quite easily, which Lune can't overlook. It was his own ability, shall he say? His retort is extremely weak, and Lune giggles, brushing away strands of dark hair away from the other's forehead and eyes, before glancing into his oculars. "... I don't know, mister. I suppose that I just kept myself tied to the chair, oui?"
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Post by séverin baudelaire on Jan 27, 2013 20:10:37 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 is manly. He's always been manly. The epitome of manly. He. is. not. cute. Séverin very nearly throws a tantrum when Lune insists on Séverin being a little Axew. It's not his fault. If it were up to him, he'd be all grown up already! And that blasted Sebastian does nothing to help his wounded pride. He hates that cocky bastard already and he's only met him once. He whines pitifully before burying his head into the other's chest, "I don't want to be an Axew. How come Sebastian gets to be a Hydreigon already? It's not fair." His fingers clutch the other's shirt and he tugs almost innocently, looking up at him with puppy eyes. "I want to be majestic too." | | |
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