Halloween party!

[tako-time.livejournal.com]

For fondue that took a month to make, it had better be pretty damn good.

Where Tako had gotten the powdered bicorn horn was anyone's guess, or really, why he thought it was fondue in the first place. But it was a wizard recipe! The wizards did strange things!

On Halloween, the potion was finished. Schlepping the cauldron behind his bucket, Tako brought it into the Great Hall to share. Only one ingredient was missing, and this he got by sweeping some dirt up off the floor. He poured the fondue into cups and dumped in the hair.

The cups began to change colors. Some were bright and appealing, and had a delicious aroma. Others seemed to be a bit rotten. Can't win them all, Tako figured, but overall the recipe was a success.

Mmm, cheesy.


((The polyjuice potion contains hairs from Beowulf, Dieter, Snape, Tinky Winky, Amaranth, Dwight, Nate, Dawnstar, Luna, and Homsar. Well, maybe not HOMSAR hair, but do you really want to think about it? Permission given by all the muns.))

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[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

Emboldened by 'Amaranth's' words, Lezard moved closer still, to slide an arm about her shoulders. The long sleeves of his jacket and the leather of his gloves kept him from truly savoring the feel of her skin, but her shoulder and back were warm against his arm.

Had he ever been this close to true bliss, a beauty not contained within crystal or kept under glass?

"I could ask you the same," he replied (careful to keep the tone light and nonreproachful), rather close to her ear.

[rebelvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

Silmeria's heart rate sky-rocketed. She could barely hear herself think over the sound of her heart. Though if she could listen to her thoughts, she wouldn't have been happy knowing that all her attention was focused on the way he touched her, the way he was close enough to smell, the feel of his breath in her ear...

But a new sensation was enough to bring her back from sudden onslaught of Lezard. A small, steady trickle of power flowed from the points of physical contact. She could still absorb her energy! And it increased when he touched her.

Silmeria called upon several of the more kinder deities to give her strength, as she leaned into him and suppressed a shudder. If you asked her if it was from disgust, the increased flow of magical energy, or the inexplicable pleasure, she'd have no idea.

"I can't imagine what I had been thinking. It all seems to unimportant now," she sighed. "It can't compare to anything you'd have been working on, I'm sure."

[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

At her Sorting, they had discussed his work in the broadest and least specific of terms. Amaranth knew he was an extraordinarily powerful mage. Lezard took 'Amaranth's' remark about his work to be an observation in this vein: whatever he worked on must be important, otherwise he wouldn't trouble himself with such minutiae.

The way she managed to talk about his work in a sort of breathy sigh ... that made it even better.

"My patience is second only to my persistence," he answered, sliding his hand down the smooth curve of her shoulder and upper arm. "You'll find that I have an amazing work ethic." The leather of his glove against her bare skin made for a conceptual contrast that pleased him. Though it deprived him of immediate sensory input, it added an aesthetic dimension he could appreciate. An imbalance of power, he fully clothed, she fully bare; this inequity the reverse of reality, on a different level, for she could crush him with a word. He recognized and relished both sides of this strange coin.

He blessed the foresight that had led him to apply a bit of the scent (http://www.bpal.org/index.php?showtopic=17030) that Miss Primavera had given him a few months ago, when she and Kurama had found that chest of oddities in the mangosteen grove. (Ah, the mangosteen grove, another example of Lezard's fine and important work.) Yes, luck was definitely with him tonight.

[rebelvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

Silmeria wondered if this was how it felt to go insane. She and Alicia had heard enough accusations of it when they believed her to have multiple personalities, but never gave it thought.

'Maybe this is some kind of spell, or curse,' was her last thought before he moved his hand down her arm. She turned and pressed her head against his shoulder, and put a hand on his chest. Thankfully the increased rate of power absorption stopped her before she could start stroking the front of his vest.

"...I like work ethics," she breathed lamely, covering for her sudden affection. "And persistence. How persistent are you, Lezard?"

[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

Having someone touch him of her own volition was truly mindbendingly wonderful. Even through clothing. Even in the Great Hall. Lezard had no attention to spare for the inane antics of the crowd around them, unfortunately for him. Had he noticed, say, Beowulf changing into Dawnstar, he might have figured out something was up with 'Amaranth' as well.

Or he might not have. It wasn't as though he really knew the real Amaranth all that well. They'd had one brief intriguing encounter in the Sorting Room, no more than that. He knew she disliked wearing clothes, and that she liked caressing magic wands in a suggestive manner. Apart from that it was anyone's guess what she liked or how she carried on a conversation.

Conversation did not matter a great deal when one's conversational partner was a curvaceous nymph. He only half-caught what she was saying. He definitely caught the last sentence.

How persistent was he?

"You have no idea," he answered, completely truthfully.

[rebelvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

Silmeria had every idea, actually. Lenneth had told them he had managed to survive Ragnarok and had traveled through time, later revealed to be for the sole purpose of entrapping the valkyrie-turned-creator. Except those were details steadily becoming less and less important. Getting as much skin as possible pressed up against her enemy was moving higher on her list of priorities.

'This is something I must do to defeat him,' she told herself. Soft words over shouted insults, caresses over blows. Love over hate. What a backwards battle this was, conquering someone you hated with acts of love. But the fact that it was a battle nonetheless encouraged Silmeria. No matter the field of combat, she was determined to win!

Because winning felt so very, *very* good.

She slid her hand up his chest and wrapped her arms around Lezard's neck, pressing her body against his.

"Then tell me," she said, relishing the accumulating strength his sweet friction provided. "I want to know everything about you."

[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

The power Lezard had once gleaned from Silmeria resonated with her energy field now. It wanted to return to itself, to its proper place; it yearned for reunion. Only now, with Lezard in such proximity to Silmeria, could the pull of her energy field exert itself so strongly that Lezard sensed anything of this.

The sensation was weak and faint, Silmeria's energy a trivial thing in comparison to the mass of Odinic energy that Lezard had incorporated within himself, and it was easy to misinterpret. Lezard had only the vague impression that it felt right to have 'Amaranth' pressed up against him. And that was a desire which had an immediate and logical explanation; it did not trouble him or raise any questions. No alarms went off.

"We should get to know one another better, I agree. Let's find someplace more quiet where we can become more closely acquainted."

[rebelvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

"Yes, let's," she agreed. But she didn't let go; that just simply wasn't an option. She simply looked up at his face, noticing the tiny details only visible to a someone standing at that proximity.

Then it occurred to her she might have to let him go to walk to where ever it was he wanted to take her.

...

My those were pretty hazel eyes...

...

Walking could take a hike. He's a smart boy, let him figure it out.

[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

"Have you ever teleported before?"

Oh, he's just bragging now.

[rebelvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

She knew he wouldn't let her down.

"Once," she said.

Actually...this was starting to feel a little familiar. Ah yes. The last time he teleported her away from Dipan. She was happy with him then, too. She hid her face from him by pressing the side of her head to his chest.

"But I don't remember it."