The Morning After

[mr-executioner.livejournal.com]

*groans when the sun hits his eyes, wondering why in the hell his bed curtains weren't closed; wakes up with his arm around someone*

Mm... Sara.

*Nope, definitely not Sara - definitely a man*

Lucius?

*lifts the covers and sees someone who is most DEFINITELY not Lucius*

What the hell...?

*sits up, sees the ring, and it all comes flooding back*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

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[shi-no-duo.livejournal.com]

((LMAO!!!!!!!!!))

[pdbw.livejournal.com]

((I'm imagining a visual not dissimilar to the "horse's head in the bed" scene from The Godfather.))

[mr-executioner.livejournal.com]

((Oh, I can definitely see that, yes! *grin*))

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

A scream jolts Stephen from what had been the deepest sleep he'd achieved in years without the use of laudanum.

He sits bolt upright in his bed. "What? Beat to quarters?" Half-awake, he struggles out of the bed, anxious to find clothing and get to the sickberth at once.

Except ... he can't find any clothing.

And it isn't his bed.

And in the bed that is not his, is a man he recognizes as the insufferable thug Quidditch player Macnair. Gazing with utter horror at a ring on his wedding finger which ... matches the ring that Stephen finds on his own wedding finger.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," he mutters, feeling as though his legs will give way beneath him, sinking back onto the bed for lack of other support.

[mr-executioner.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head a bit, trying to figure out if he was just drunk or... no, no hangover*

Um.

Hi.

*had never really met Stephen officially - wondering what in the hell happened last night*

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

Good ... morning.

*refuses to look Walden in the eye*

I am afraid I find myself at a disadvantage, sir. Would you -- er, that is do you happen to know if -- are there spare garments about?

*does not think he can manage to regain composure without shielding his modesty*

*notices there are a number of purple abrasions and bruises in unusual places on his body*

[mr-executioner.livejournal.com]

*notices that they're both nekkid, and indeed marked up - tosses a spare set of robes at Stephen while searching for - oh there are his boxers, though how they got on top of the desk lamp, he can't remember - puts them on*

...Call me Walden. We're married now, after all. *groans, holding up his hand with the ring on it, sighs*

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Walden.

*tosses robes over his head hastily and gets tangled in them* *they are rather too big for him and, once he gets them sorted out, he looks rather younger than his years, and forlorn*

*looks at Walden's ring*

It seems we are indeed married. This is ... a serious matter.

*looks at Walden in boxers* *a few disjointed memories of last night swim through his befuddled brain* *tries to mask resulting feelings of discomfiture mingled with, surprisingly, an unsettling current of lust*

You may, of course, call me Stephen.

[mr-executioner.livejournal.com]

*sits down in bed - notices a few stains on the sheets, sighs and performs a cleaning spell*

You're a Muggle, aren't you? *Dark Lord's gonna KILL him*

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

*struck by the oddness of the question -- bloodlines are the LAST thing on his mind at the moment -- but relieved at the change of topic*

Yes, most of my life has been lived in the Muggle world.

[mr-executioner.livejournal.com]

*another groan*

Sorry just... Dark Lord's not gonna be too happy with me. Why... why the hell did we get married?

*remembers being in love, just can't figure out WHY*

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

That is an excellent question.

*thinks*

*remembers being in love; remembers a feeling of transcendence, a feeling beyond anything he had felt before; remembers an odd pink suit and some strange Kaibaman person?*

*weakly* I suppose it seemed like the thing to do, at the time.

[mr-executioner.livejournal.com]

*lays back against the pillows* This is bad, isn't it? We're like, linked for the rest of our lives now. Can't believe it. *sighs, eyes closed*

You're not in love with me or anything like that are you? Cause I don't even know you! *still trying to figure things out*

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

In love? With you? Of course I am no such thing!

*feels confused*

At least, I don't think I am.

But marriage I do not take lightly. We shall have to make the best of this, I fear.

[mr-executioner.livejournal.com]

I'm not in love with you, either.

So what do we do? *opens his eyes, looks at him, decides that well, he's not all that bad-looking* We're both in this for the long haul, it looks like. Never been married before...

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

I ... was married, once. My Diana has been dead some years. I have a daughter, in Catalonia.

*suddenly panics*

She must know nothing of this. No one, outside this school, may know anything of this.

[mr-executioner.livejournal.com]

Calm down. I don't plan on letting anyone other than the Dark Lord know. I mean, no offense, but I don't even know you. And then there's Sara. And Lucius. *frowning, wondering how they'd take it*

So what DO we do?

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

*buries face in hands*

*is silent for a minute or two*

*drops hands and squares shoulders* If I had not become offended by ... what we have done thus far ... now is not the time to take offense. We have a lifetime to become better acquainted. If you wish to know more about me, I can provide you with a number of monographs I have written in various fields.

*realizes this is probably not what Walden means* *backpedals*

I suppose we could have coffee.

[mr-executioner.livejournal.com]

*raises an eyebrow, no idea what a 'monograph' is*

Coffee's good. Lemme get dressed and... *thinks for a minute - showing up together with Stephen in the Great Hall might be a bad idea* call a house elf.

*stands, dresses, then turns back to him* Is this for real? Like, an actual marriage? *sends for a house elf, quickly writes a letter to Voldemort, pretty much begging for advice*

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

*shakes head ... feeling disoriented* Everything we see thus far points to a valid marriage. And *looks away* legally consummated at that.

Perhaps we may seek counsel as to the marriage's validity. I confess myself ignorant as to who might be equipped to handle such a case. My studies here have not concentrated on wizarding law. But nothing in any of my reading has suggested that this kind of marriage is not legally binding in the wizarding world.

*looks directly at Walden*

I am a man of my word. If this be a true marriage, why then I am bound to it.

[mr-executioner.livejournal.com]

*sorts through all the confusing speech, realizing that Stephen means 'we had sex, it's probably a legal marriage, and there's nothing that we can do about it*

No, it's legal and everything. It's just... kind of an inconvenience. I don't know how long it's going to take the Dark Lord to get back to me. *if he even talks to me ever again*

So I guess we just gotta make the best of things. Wanna fuck again? *only half-joking - really just needs a distraction from the utter... WTFness of the situation*

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

*!* You jest? At a time like this?

*searches Walden's face with apprehension and skepticism*

Or ... perhaps not?

*appears to be thinking about something; his face flushes pink*

*mutters* Domine Iesu, miserere mihi peccatori.

*And pounces.*

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

(( translation of Stephen's brief invocation, for our home viewers : "Lord Jesus, have mercy on me, a sinner." XD ))

[mr-executioner.livejournal.com]

*very confused look for just a moment as Stephen says something in some weird language, then catches him as he pounces - covers go over and boxers come off yet again*

[lp-drumline7.livejournal.com]

((I'm trying to figure what's going to be better about this whole Valentine's Day thing - the day itself or the repurcussions of people's actions, lmfao))

[pandacookies.livejournal.com]

((Repercussions. Especially, if Lana Riddle is sticking around.))

[lana-l-riddle.livejournal.com]

((Oh, she is! ;) ))

[m4rk-cohen.livejournal.com]

((HECK YES! *fist in air* *evil grin*))

[lana-l-riddle.livejournal.com]

((Mwuhahahaha!!!!! Does this mean you're amenable to aiding in evilness?))

[lp-drumline7.livejournal.com]

((Hmm. Angel might not mind some of it xD And Tenna's up for anything. Devi might murder someone if she sees more pink, Mark can't stand it, and House ... is House lmao.))

[lana-l-riddle.livejournal.com]

((I'm guessing House would bop Lana with his cane if he saw her anywhere near him. Mark can't stand evilness or the pink??? I'll have Lana steer clear of Devi. ;) Angel's probably Lana's best bet, considering his (or would he rather be called her?) support of Tom's mad love for Lana originally. I don't think Tenna was around, was she?))

[lp-drumline7.livejournal.com]

((Ahha, House might have done worse than that. And Mark can't stand too much of a lot, and the pink is far too much. Tenna was kind of in her room, rocking back and forth a lot of the day. But she does like excitement like that. And Angel doesn't care what you refer to her as, hehe. However you see her.))

[m4rk-cohen.livejournal.com]

((Aaaaaand it looks like she is! xD))