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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 13:36:25 GMT -5
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Evenings meant a few things to Gilbert; one, that sleep was only a few hours away, but before he could sink into his soft mattress and slip into dreams, a couple of events and/or objects would interrupt him. Like paperwork. Paperwork was the bane of the albino's existence, and often had him wondering why the hell he'd decided to become a teacher. Somehow, even on days when the homework he'd set for the students wasn't supposed to be turned in, he ended up recieving scrolls from the kids, to mark or to look over, and his office was piled with papers and such things that he had to read through before being allowed sleep. It surrounded him constantly, made him feel rather claustrophobic, which was why he didn't permit paperwork in his bedroom, the one place he could relax fully in.
Also, the evening usually brought students to his door - not in the perverted sense, damn it, although there'd actually been plenty of them trying during his time at the school. He was a popular, sexy, handsome teacher and boy did he know that he was, and that many of the girls (and sometimes a few boys) had crushes on him. Still, he didn't think about it too much, lest he descend many levels of dignity and become some sort of depraved creature like the resident Potions master.
The albino was currently wandering from desk to sofa to window and back again, in his cold office on the upper floors, padding softly over the cool floorboards. The curtains were open for once, allowing moonbeams and starlight to bathe the room with a spectral, silver glow, and the Professor hummed quietly to himself while he counted stars. He cupped the tiny baby owl in his hands as he walked, dressed only in a dark blue sleep shirt and underwear. The shirt, a cross between a regular t-shirt and a nightdress, reached halfway down the Professors slim, pale thighs, revealing a bit more than usual, but not too much to be overly sexual. In the chilly dark of the office, though, at this time of night, it wasn't doing a good job of keeping the male warm. Not that he minded, as Gilbert didn't really feel the cold. He'd normally have kept his robes on, but it was late, almost too late for students to be showing up with essays and the like, so he'd decided it was safe.
"Mm, you're gonna learn to fly soon, ja? Get big and strong and fly and carry mail, ja?" he murmured to the little owl, stroking its plush baby feathers and smiling. "You eat enough of my fuckin' food...you'll get fat, you know."
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 30, 2010 14:02:49 GMT -5
Hogwarts was such a large place, it was terrible to navigate through. Even the oldest and most experienced students could get lost, and Ymant would have no doubt that even the teachers could get lost here and there. But to this office, at least, he knew his way even better than he knew the back of his hand. It was a bit late, perhaps... The Livonian hadn't exactly planned on falling asleep going over all his homework and trying to study. When he had awoken, he immediately shot off toward the transfiguration professor's office.
The words of Herr Beilschmidt still rang through his head as his shoes connected loudly with the floor through the silence. It was his last year, even though he was determined against it, this may always be his last chance to spend time near the professor...
When he approached closer, he could finally see that familiar doorframe. Transfiguration hadn't been his strong suit to start out with, nothing really had, leading him to rush to ask teachers for help all the time. As he turned his head to the left, to glance out the stained glass window, he could see the moon outside. Perhaps it was a bit too late... Stepping over to the glass, he laid a hand on it, frowning at how cold it was to the touch.
Well, it was either have come all this way for nothing or take his chance bothering the Prussian...
Continuing and closing the short gap between him and the door, his eyes glazed over the silver runes. In the slight shimmering of the moon, they were only that much more extravagant. Taking a breath, he rapped loudly on the door, quickly, before scurrying back a step. "Herr Beilschmidt? Are you there?" His tone was steady and calm.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 14:24:04 GMT -5
"Gotta think of a name for you too, haven't I..." the albino whispered to his fluffy companion as he paused for the millionth time at the window, and stared out at the night sky. He was procrastinating, to be perfectly honest, as a few blank scrolls lay on the desk nearby; it was as if the Professor thought them to be able to write themselves, but sadly, they couldn't, and he knew that. He was tired though... maybe they could be left til tomorrow. They weren't particularly important things, at least.
The Prussian paused at the sound of a knock at the door, scarlet eyes blinking curiously. Who on earth was here at this time? It couldn't be a student, it was far too late and they should all be in the common rooms or bed by now--
--and then he heard the voice, and blinked again. It was a student. One of his own, at least, so he'd be able to send them back with a pass or letter of explanation or something. Without really thinking about his attire or how messy his office was -- it was always a mess -- Gilbert headed over to the door and twisted the handle.
"I'm assumin' you know you should be in the common room, ja? It's late, Ymant~. What'cha want? Must be something important considering the time," the albino asked, leaning leisurely against the door frame and petting his owl gently as it cheeped a greeting to the Slytherin.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 30, 2010 14:43:36 GMT -5
Ymant was biding his time waiting for a response wringing his hands together nervously. Maybe it would have looked better if he had brought his book along, at least... In his haste, the blonde-brunette hadn't exactly thought about it. Even as the door opened, he looked a bit nervous, forcing a smile in greeting.
"Ah... Hallo, Herr Beilschmidt!" Ymant's German accent was a bit rustic, since he had no real excuse to speak German fluently, he hoped the professor wouldn't mind. He was actually a bit surprised the other had just come to the door. Immediately he noticed the other was lacking a robe, and he looked down with a slight start as the small owl chirped at him. "...Ja, I know it's late, and I'm very sorry, I could always return in the morning if you'd like... I just needed..." Feeling the even cooler draft from the teacher's office, his eyes continued glancing down.
At first he had just assumed the night garment was just a regular shirt and there would be pants beneath it, but quite clearly now he could see those pale legs. They were far from the perfect, flawless skin the other evening. They were marred with scars here and there, something that held his attention to the other man's lower legs a bit longer than it should have. Before he could realize he was staring, he just continued his sentence. "...to speak with you about something. Do you have a few minutes?..." Frowning, he glanced back up, looking at the scarlet eyes with sympathy.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 15:21:24 GMT -5
It took the Prussian a moment or two to realise why the youth was staring at him so blatantly, -- although he missed the look of sympathy, which was probably a good thing -- and after remembering that he was dressed only in his sleep shirt, the albino quickly spun about and headed back into the room, lifting one hand so as to allow the little owl to hop onto his shoulder, before waving Ymant into the room and calling out as he walked.
"It's all right! Completely fine! I just didn't expect someone coming along this late, so. I'll give you a pass when you want to go back, ja - don't want one of my awesome own house getting in trouble now, do I? C'mon in, but shut the door behind you." He slipped around behind his desk, moving gracefully despite the dimness of the room into his private quarters, though he left the door wide open. After a moment or two the albino returned, clad in what he assumed to be more appropriate clothing - a gigantic baggy woollen sweater which covered a little more of his legs, and what appeared to be stockings. Yes. Stockings.
Taking a seat on the sofa before the dusty fireplace, Gilbert tilted his head at his student, asking; "Of course I got time. What'cha want to talk about?" He passed a biscuit to the little owl now perched on his shoulder, took one for himself, and then held up the plate the rest were lying on for Ymant.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 30, 2010 15:51:23 GMT -5
'Carefully, Ymant followed after the professor. He tried to keep his eyes on the little owl or above only, as hard as it was. now was not a good time for self control to wane. He took in the sight of the office, the place was nearly as messy as it was every year. Books piled here and there, scrolls, papers, just an absolute mess. He really needed someone to pick up after him... Obeying and shutting the door, he stopped and waited for him.
Why was it so dark and cold? Surely it couldn't be good on the eyes to read in such a lack of light. The moon and it's glow was enough light though, and he stayed silent until the albino returned. "Yeah, I... know it's rather late. I'm sorry, it won't happen again.. A pass would be very kind of you, though." Despite the coldness, he felt his cheeks heat up when he noticed the slender man still hadn't bothered to put on pants.
Making his way toward the couch, he tenatively sat down next to the teacher, taking a biscuit with a slight smile. "...That's... a cute little owl." He remarked first, before folding his hands in his lap. A bit too nervous to eat, he looked up at the professor.
"...Well. I was hoping to... ..With the N.E.W.T.s... ...I was thinking of maybe taking them, so... ...I was hoping maybe if you had some time, you could..." It was hard to come out and say anything, especially when those damned stockings were so distracting... "..A-aren't you a little cold, Professor?!" He flushed, turning his head away.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 16:23:40 GMT -5
It wasn't as if the stockings were transparent or anything - they were black, and may have had a tiny lace trim running around the top of them. Either way, Gilbert was apparently happy with his clothing and that it wasn't showing too much skin - save one shoulder where the woollen sweater he was wearing, its neck hole being so large, had slipped down. The Prussian drew his legs up onto the sofa, turning so that he was sitting sideways on the furniture, and facing Ymant when he finally joined him. He glanced at the large window to the right of him, appearing distracted by the stars for a moment or two, before grinning at the comment about the owl and ruffling its soft baby feathers. The bird cooed softly, enjoying it, and nuzzled against his neck.
"He's adorable~. Found him over the holidays. No idea what happened to his mummy, so I did the usual awesome thing and took him in!" The fact that the boy wasn't eating was subtly taken note of with a flicker of crimson darting down to the untouched biscuit, but it wasn't brought up, although a slight frown formed on the albino's fine features. He stretched a bit, yawning, and smiled. "Mm, you want me to help you out with it? Give you more work~? Kese, you--"
And then there was that question, one that caused him to pause, blink once, and then shake his head slightly, silver bangs brushing at equally light eyelashes. "Not really, nein. I'm used to it. Although it is kinda chilly in here, I guess... are you cold? I've got the fire going in the other room."
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 30, 2010 16:49:32 GMT -5
The stars couldn't even catch his interest as the Prussian could. The way he zoned out in the slightest, seeming as if he was admiring them, brought a content smile to Ymant's face. Although with his legs up on the couch, it did prevent him from sliding a bit closer. Glancing at the bird, he realized how young the little owl was. What a terrible tale, for the poor thing to have lost it's mum, or even potentially have been abandoned by it... If he wasn't afraid that it would bite him, since it was probably only close to Gilbert, he may have tried to pet it.
"...Quite nice of you to do that..." Looking back at his eyes, he noted the frown. Nodding in agreement to everything the teacher said, he looked down at the biscuit. "Something like that."
...The other room? Surely he couldn't have meant... His bedroom. The Slytherin was actually quite fine, still with his robe on and in full uniform, but who could pass up a chance like that? Nodding once more, he refused to meet his eye's, not knowing if the other would be able to detect his lie--well, stretching of the truth. "I... Am. A little, yes. You just seem a little dressed down though, I was a bit concerned..." Reaching over, he delicately took a hold of the edge of the neck hole, sliding the sweater up his shoulder. The cool touch of skin was something he relished momentarily before pulling away. "Would you mind if we continued the conversation somewhere without Arctic temperatures, then?" A bit nervous, he wondered if maybe he'd gone a bit far actually touching the Prussian's moonlight-illuminated skin.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 17:11:00 GMT -5
"Well of course~. Who's the most awesome teacher after all? Me," laughed Gilbert, retrieving a large crumb that the owl baby had dropped from his shoulder and holding it out on his hand for the little bird to eat up. He wasn't really sure if baby owls were supposed to eat biscuits, but the chick seemed to like it and hadn't thrown up yet, so he assumed it to be all right. Humming softly, the albino tilted his head some, watching the younger male as he stared at his biscuit. "You don't have to eat it if you don't want to, kese," he pointed out somewhat needlessly. "I think you've got the ability to pass your N.E.W.T.s - it's not as if you suck, so. With my awesome teaching, you'll pass with an Outstanding! But it means lots of work, ja...not that that's anything new, kese~"
That's exactly what he meant, although the Prussian honestly had none of the ulterior motives or desires Ymant had. I mean, sure, he was a handsome kid, but it'd never really crossed his mind - Gilbert was, truly, rather clueless at the moment, despite his belief that most of the school had crushes on him. Which was why he made no comment about the touch against his skin, only smiling and hopping to his feet, black stockings silent on old floorboards. "Dressed down? Mm, this is pretty normal for me. But ja, ja, well I don't want you to freeze and it's not the warmest in here, so let's go through. Nice and warm through here."
With a soft glow as silver as his hair lighting his frame, surrounding it, causing it to seem almost ethereal in its grace and movement, the Professor wandered toward his bedroom door, pausing just at the threshold and raising a single digit to his lip. "Ah. D'you mind sitting on the floor or somethin'? I only have one chair through here." He glanced back at Ymant, awaiting his answer and for him to follow before heading further inside.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 30, 2010 17:30:13 GMT -5
"...Ja. I know you're awesome... It's why I came to you." Looking down at the biscuit again, he wondered if it had maybe offended the teacher by not eating it. Honestly, he had forgotten it a bit, too busy staring. "No, it's fine, I'll eat it..." Holding it up he chuckled lightly as he held it almost like a toast before biting into it. It was nice to hear the older man had confidence in him regarding the exam, whether it was actually confidence in Ymant or just more in himself. Either way, he was prepared to do the work. After swallowing the bite, he gave another smile.
"I hope so. I'd appreciate any help or tutoring you could give me... I could study on my own, true, but it wouldn't give me quite as much practice, right?" He mistook the smile the other gave after touching him for something a bit more... Accepting and welcoming. "...Sounds good."
He took to his feet, silently finishing the biscuit as he leisurely followed after him. Watching and admiring even just the way he walked across the room, he stopped in front of the other. Already near the door frame he could feel a bit of warmth, and he gave a slight nod at the question. Sit on the floor? As long as he could be near the albino, it didn't exactly matter to him where he was. "Oh, that's no problem... It's not as if I'm planning to stay and talk all night or anything..."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 18:05:59 GMT -5
The Prussian grinned widely, happy to hear this. "If you follow my awesome teachings, you'll get cooler too!" he stated, moving further into his bedroom and making a beeline for the fire. His bed, a large, accommodating four-poster decked in Prussian blue sheets and pillows with silver linings, rose up out of the shadows at the opposite side of the room from the fireplace, its duvet drawn back in an attempt to allow warm air to heat the mattress before Gilbert clambered into it to sleep.
"Shut the door, shut the door, before the cold gets in." Sprawling out on his stomach on the plush rug before the crackling, vibrant dance of flames, but making sure not to look directly into the fire, the albino kicked his legs out behind him, surveyed his pupil as he stood in the doorway with a gaze of liquid ruby and a white-toothed smile. "Well, I've always said Transfigurations is a more practical subject than most others, so tutoring is often more effective than reading books and writing essays. You should practice with your friends out of class, too~ since I don't have time to private-tutor all the time."
Obviously very relaxed, the warmth of the room lulling him into a happy, carefree state -- one that wasn't seen by the students often, that was for sure -- Gilbert made no real suggestion as to where Ymant could sit, allowing him to make up his own mind. He was a Seventh Year, after all, so he didn't need to be told what to do all the time~. "That's true, ja...kese, though I bet you wish you could. 'M so awesome anyone'd want to stick around and talk to me forever."
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 30, 2010 18:30:26 GMT -5
"Mmn. Nobody could be as cool as you are though, Herr Beilschmidt." Ymant had no problem stroking his ego, just as he wouldn't have an issue stroking anything else, either. Shutting the door behind him, he was glad at the temperature change. Used to cold weather as well, he unclasped his robe, letting it open as he walked further inside. It was a rather nice bedroom, not that much space for anything, but it gave it a rather homely feel. The blues were quite beautiful in fact, and he stepped over to the bed, running his hand along the bottom edge.
"It's a shame that you don't have the time for that... I understand, though. That's a bit of the problem that I have, though... Believe me, I'm good with my hands, just not very accustomed to precision." He hadn't been thinking much as he said it, only being truthful. Realizing what he had said, he ducked his head, giving a slight childish smile. It was rather tempting to just go ahead and sit on the bed, but he pushed forward to take a seat down beside the Prussian instead.
Tentatively, the teenager rested a slim hand down ontop of the professor's shoulder. "Of course I wish that. I'd like nothing more than to stay in your presence forever. Too bad I have other classes." Flexing his fingers, he let his fingertips just graze against the bottom of the white hair, deciding it looked just as good bathed in warm light as it did cool lighting. "And it's too bad for everyone else that there's no one worthy of staying at your side. A pureblood Slytherin as intelligent and cunning and... attractive as you? You're as close to perfection as there is."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 19:06:55 GMT -5
"Well of course not, since I'm the original awesomeness, the point where it all originates from~. But there's nothing to stop you from being almost as cool as me," snickered the Professor, keeping his gaze trained upon the form of the other - partly to watch him, curious as to what he was doing, and partly to allow his eyes to stay away from the glare of the fire. The albino rolled over a few times, trying to work out whether it was more comfortable on his back, before deciding that lying on his front was nicer, and rolled into his previous position, plucking the baby owl from his shoulder in the process and letting it scuttle about the rug before him. The tiny bird didn't appear to want to do that, however, and snuggled close again, nuzzling against his outstretched fingers. Gilbert actually giggled at this action, a fond sound that was as warm as the room they were in.
He grinned at Ymant's words, nodding his head. "Well, I got a lot of ya to teach, but seeing as you're wanting to actually do exams in my subject, I guess I can--" Pausing there, albeit briefly, he blinked at the boy, expression flickering to bewilderment. Had he actually just heard that or...was he just imagining or misinterpreting things? "...I guess I can spend a bit more time teaching you and your classmates than the midgets. Just practice more often with things, ja? It'll work out eventually, I'm sure. Especially with me as your teacher~."
Oh, now there was touching. Obviously, he was so amazingly awesome and cool that people couldn't help themselves! Laughing softly to himself while he tickled and petted his owl chick, the albino allowed the touch and didn't bother pulling away, thinking nothing much of it save that it was completely due to his awesomeness that it'd happened. Which it probably was; Ymant's obsession had to start somewhere, because of something, right? "Ah, but that's like looking in a tiny box hidden away inside a larger one; less variety, and I might miss out on some real gems if I only look at Slytherins that way, nein?"
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 30, 2010 19:24:00 GMT -5
"Ja, ja, if you say so... I'll just have to make sure to stay close and learn all I can from you." The little owlet was hardly distracting him, but it brought a pleasing smile to his face to here the man laugh. Looking down at him warmly, he couldn't remember the last time he had smiled this much. It was nice to be near him again, to actually be bold enough to touch him besides 'on accident', close enough even to smell him...
His fingertips kept grazing against the hair, almost as soft as feather down. "I'm ready to listen to your every word, don't worry... Any little moment you could spare." Assuring the Prussian of his dedication again, his eyes gazed down toward his back.
Just out of the large neck hole, he could see a scar. "But... the tiny box though holds everything you need, Herr Beilschmidt..." His hand traveled down, pushing the sweater down to see how far the scar trailed down his back. Skin still cool to the touch, he ran his index finger along the ridge of it. "...So I suppose that was a spell the other day then, in the hall...?" Feeling bold and somewhat confident still, he leaned down towards the other, speaking low and near his ear. "Even if you have a million scars, you're still perfect in my eyes..." The pale boy glanced down at his face, ready to be shoved away, hexed, or something along those lines.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 31, 2010 5:15:43 GMT -5
"Mm~" he murmured in calm agreement, continuing to play with the owl - enjoying the way it cooed softly when he stroked its fluffy breast. So cute, so cute~ it was enough of a distraction to, for the time being, keep him blind to Ymant's movements, barely even noticing them, his attention was so concentrated upon his little pet and the conversation with his student. "You're pretty loyal, aren't you," Gilbert remarked in a somewhat quiet tone, speaking slowly as if so caught up in playing with the owl that he kept forgetting what he was saying, and where he was going with his words. "Always have been, I swear. I know 'm awesome but...I've never seen a pupil be so loyal."
And day-dreams he was off in, or fluffy distractions cheeping on the floor before him, were swiftly pushed aside at the sensation of a finger dancing across the cool skin of his back, which the Professor was sure had been covered a moment or two ago. Fingers paused in their tickling of baby feathers for just a second, scarlet eyes blinking wide again, before the male returned to petting the chick. In actuality, he wasn't quite sure what to do; he wanted to stop him, and ask what the hell he was doing, but at the same time part of his mind was simply saying 'it's because I'm awesome and have an awesome body and awesome scars, so he's curious!' and apparently not minding at all. So he stayed there, trying to keep his attentions on his baby owl.
"...You think? How...how d'you know...?" The albino's frame gave a little, slightly-suppressed shudder at the whisper of a breath across the sensitive skin of his ear, and he swallowed somewhat nervously. But of course, he wasn't about to admit he was worried at all, especially not of one of his own students! So he kept quiet. "It was...don't want the entire school knowing all about them, do I? And 'm perfect no matter what, even with these stupid marks." He snickered softly, although the sound was a bit shakier than usual.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 31, 2010 5:40:48 GMT -5
Hearing the remark of loyalty from his favorite teacher only made his own heart race. It was so wonderful to hear that, to be recognized for it... What more could he ask for? The daydreaming and focus on the owlet only made the albino seem as if he was deep in thought, something that made his slight rambling even more meaningful. 'Well, when I believe in something, whether it be God, Slytherin or you... I commit to it with all my soul. As long as you realize that for anything you need, I'm there for you, then I've done something right..."
Going back over the scar, down one side and up the other, his eyes spotted a smaller one. His fingers glided over that way, before placing his palm flat on his skin. Shuffling his feet out from under him, he half-laid down beside the professor. The fire felt especially warm on his arm as he held himself up, staying down close to the Prussian.
"Because if I recall correctly, your skin had been flawless... Not a mark on it." Sliding his hand over his back, Ymant held on to the slender-framed man by his opposite shoulder. Leaning down to rest his forehead on the top of his silken hair, the Livonian smiled down at him. Having so many scars must be such a terrible burden... "Well, you don't have to worry. I won't tell a single person about them. but... They're not stupid, Herr Beilschmidt. They're a part of you, and with you being perfect, then by extension... You were just meant to have them." Frowning slightly, he tilted his head to plant a kiss over the bangs that rested on his forehead. "Like..." Like I was meant to have you was how he really wished to say, but refrained.
"Like the moon was meant to have it's craters. Doesn't make it any less majestic..."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 31, 2010 6:19:30 GMT -5
Sometimes, having an over-sensitive body had its advantages, and there'd been plenty times Gilbert had silently thanked his body for allowing him to feel such mind-blowing...things. Often, it didn't, though. Now wishing he'd put on something tighter and, well, harder to remove, the albino breathed softly as, at every touch of Ymant, his muscles twitched and fluttered beneath the pallid surface of his skin. The Professor drew in a subdued yet still somewhat sharp breath as the other placed his palm against him, and he winced a bit at the tingling pleasure he felt from that single action. God damn it, he wasn't supposed to act this way or let people touch him like this, especially not a student! Ymant should know better than to...
He raised his gaze to meet the boy's, briefly, scarlet boring deep into slate blue, and the albino almost whimpered as he saw the way the Livonian was looking at him - that wasn't good at all, how long had he been...? "Mmn..." he mumbled, not sure of what else to say, and quickly returned his attentions to the owl chick on the floor. Maybe...maybe if he mostly ignored it, he'd stop before he went too far.
"Ja...that was a spell, you're right." Gilbert's voice was barely a whisper now, as if he didn't trust himself to speak too loud, lest he freak out or say something wrong. Then again, that'd likely be mistaken for something else. "Nnh.." He bit his lip at the sensation of cool skin sliding against his again, shivering a bit. "Good." Oh god, what did he say to that? He wasn't sure at all, so he just stayed silent, flinching unconsciously at the kiss to his forehead. 'Please don't go any further, please...' he uttered to himself, quietly hating his body for acting how it was right now.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 31, 2010 6:37:43 GMT -5
With every word about the actions that were unspoken, it edged the teenager on more. It was all about pacing, timing... As much as Ymant wanted to pull the older man close, mistaking his small shivers and twitches for effects of being cold still... Slow and steady always won the race, right? And the prize at the end would taste sweeter than any nectar on Earth.
The gaze left him afraid to breath. Even as he was looking at the Prussian the same way he always did... Now alone and so intimately close the man could finally actually notice his eyes had always been just for him. Scooting the hand on the warm rug closer, he hesitated with his every actions. His mind was weaving intricate time frames of what to do, never looking towards the consequences.
"It's... Not as if you had to, though. I like you just as you are, I..." Still propped up by his elbow, his slender fingers gripped the Prussian's chin. Being as close as they were didn't seem to help in warming the poor professor, so perhaps something else would. "...Kind of like you a lot." Tilting his head down, in one fell swoop he moved Gilbert's chin and connected their lips.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 31, 2010 7:10:11 GMT -5
"That-that's not the point, it--" Pausing at his felt his chin being taken hold of, suppressing another shudder as scarlet eyes stretched wide, Gilbert's words died on his tongue for a second, his mind frantically trying to work out whether or not Ymant was serious about this, and if he was actually going to.. "What--" He barely even registered what'd been said after that at first, the delicate press of lips to lips cutting off most of the information processing through his brain. Light lashes fluttering shut unconsciously, the albino almost leaned into the kiss for a moment, before remembering that he was being kind of held in place, he shouldn't be doing this, and that he was kissing a student. Or being made to, at least.
His eyes had flown open again in an instant, and he was struggling before he even knew it himself, body twisting on the rug, trying to escape. He rolled onto his back, hands raising to clutch at the Slytherin, trying to push him away although somehow he only seemed to be getting closer. The little owl chick, quickly realising that it'd be squashed if it didn't move, scuttled off to one side, hopping up onto the armchair nearby, while the Transfigurations teacher continued to flail on the floor.
"Nnh..!" Gilbert gasped out as the back of his head met the rug, the dance and heat of flames washing across a large portion of his skin that'd been revealed in his struggle. This...was bad.
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Ymant Stalte
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Līv?mō
the seventh year mudblood. ;D
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 31, 2010 7:38:22 GMT -5
Ymant enjoyed the kiss greatly, even though he didn't try to push it on further. Watching the teacher's face, Gilbert didn't seem to particularly mind or object to the kiss... His eyes even closed. That was supposed to be a good sign, right? His fingers curled against the albino's shoulder. Then, the other even fell against the rug, placing those slender hands on his body. Was he trying to pull him down with him? Not being the most experienced with such things, he believed that to be the case.
A worried look crossed his face as Gilbert gasped. Just barely he had heard his head connect to the rug, rather visually distracted again by the show of skin. Pulling his arm out from under the Prussian, he slid both of them down his arms, holding them out horizontally before gripping his fingers. He shifted his legs, adjusting himself so he could just barely hover over his prize below.
"Are you alright? It couldn't have hurt much with the rug, nä?" Letting go of one of the older man's hands, he brought it up to delicately brush the hair from his forehead. "It's okay. I won't do anything to hurt you..." His hand moved down, settling against the side of his neck. Through his palm he could feel the strong heartbeat belonging to his beloved, trying to commit it's rhythm to memory as he leaned his head down to kiss Gilbert's cheek lightly. Then Ymant moved onto his jaw before fluttering the kisses down the side of the former Slytherin's neck, coming to a stop at the shoulder.
"You have no idea how long I've waited, really... I've tried... So many times over the summer I rehearsed what I'd say to you after graduation, but... God forgive me, I can't wait anymore." His blue eyes glanced up at the scarlet ones, waiting for a response.
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