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The Baron nodded agreement with Jasper's further assessments of A. He was determined that A would recover from his past incidents, but, it wasn't the sort of thing that could be rushed to succeed. It was still very confusing to be cultivating a paternal sort of interest in someone for no specific reasons, but, for some reason Hogwarts seemed to be bringing out Vladimir's better traits. He was the sort of individual who reacted to situations as necessitated by the situations themselves. Although he'd spent most of his career focusing on the heavy-handed side of politics and mastering the art of cruelty, he was no longer in the same situation. It was true that he missed his position, and his home, and his family, but, he knew this wouldn't make any difference to the situation. And so he was trying to view it with an open mind.
Basically, he could see no specific reason to behave like a bastard, and found himself playing a more benevolent role of the sort he'd been planning to push Feyd into. It was the choice of advantage, but, he found he didn't mind it so much- it was easier than making new enemies, those happened anyway, and enabled him to find some pleasure in the reduced stress. He of course had his own comfort in mind, but, he was a natural hedonist, and insisted on enjoying the exile to some degree. The main frustration was becoming that lack of physical contact. Preferably with lovely young men, a far too perfect example of which was sitting a mere few feet away.
So it was probably good that Hogwarts was awakening Vladimir's better aspects, as, it was impossible for him to watch Jasper and his pet without wishing he was in its place. He took a deep drink of his wine, enjoying the familiar sensations as the spice moved through his system. Such a lucky creature, I do hope he appreciates the privilege. When the spice-altered attention of those beautiful golden eyes turned to him, seeming to watch him in a way that was hard to interpret, he of course had a momentary flicker of wonder. Was this gorgeous young man actually interested in what he was? Surely that couldn't be right?
Vladimir was certain there had to be some bizarre unknown attached to this entire situation, as it seemed far too perfect, but it wasn't this that kept him from attempting to haul Jasper off to the bedroom despite his aching joints. Nor was the fact that breaking an apparent social taboo might make people angry and prove a disadvantage to his goals. He wanted Jasper, true, but he found he had no desire to upset Jasper, or cause him to feel uncomfortable. It was unusual and a bit troublesome to be feeling this way, more concerned for Jasper than himself, but, Jasper made him feel so unnaturally good. Vladimir found himself wanting Jasper to feel good as well.
His spice-edged consciousness added an extra resonance to Jasper's voice. It was lovely just to listen to him speak, especially when they were such pleasing words. "I'd hate to ruin a new friendship with imposing too many formalities on it, of course, but, I would be flattered to call you my assistant. Or anything else you'd prefer." Jasper's smile couldn't help but summon one of his own, and Vladimir felt that rather unfamiliar surge of the emotion that had to be happiness again, as well as genuine affection. The comment about compensation actually caused him to flush slightly, but he felt rather sure that it wouldn't be wise to respond to the perceived flirtation with an example of what he'd like to offer. "And as I have found your company to be one of the best points of Hogwarts, I'll have to make sure to come up with something good. It may require some creativity, having come here with nothing more than myself and some spice. How are you enjoying it?" It's probably good I've met him here, and not at home. He'd be able to bankrupt me with that smile. There was of course no way for Vladimir to know that the most interesting commodity he possessed was in his own veins.
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Date: 2009-05-21 05:39 am (UTC)The Baron nodded agreement with Jasper's further assessments of A. He was determined that A would recover from his past incidents, but, it wasn't the sort of thing that could be rushed to succeed. It was still very confusing to be cultivating a paternal sort of interest in someone for no specific reasons, but, for some reason Hogwarts seemed to be bringing out Vladimir's better traits. He was the sort of individual who reacted to situations as necessitated by the situations themselves. Although he'd spent most of his career focusing on the heavy-handed side of politics and mastering the art of cruelty, he was no longer in the same situation. It was true that he missed his position, and his home, and his family, but, he knew this wouldn't make any difference to the situation. And so he was trying to view it with an open mind.
Basically, he could see no specific reason to behave like a bastard, and found himself playing a more benevolent role of the sort he'd been planning to push Feyd into. It was the choice of advantage, but, he found he didn't mind it so much- it was easier than making new enemies, those happened anyway, and enabled him to find some pleasure in the reduced stress. He of course had his own comfort in mind, but, he was a natural hedonist, and insisted on enjoying the exile to some degree. The main frustration was becoming that lack of physical contact. Preferably with lovely young men, a far too perfect example of which was sitting a mere few feet away.
So it was probably good that Hogwarts was awakening Vladimir's better aspects, as, it was impossible for him to watch Jasper and his pet without wishing he was in its place. He took a deep drink of his wine, enjoying the familiar sensations as the spice moved through his system. Such a lucky creature, I do hope he appreciates the privilege. When the spice-altered attention of those beautiful golden eyes turned to him, seeming to watch him in a way that was hard to interpret, he of course had a momentary flicker of wonder. Was this gorgeous young man actually interested in what he was? Surely that couldn't be right?
Vladimir was certain there had to be some bizarre unknown attached to this entire situation, as it seemed far too perfect, but it wasn't this that kept him from attempting to haul Jasper off to the bedroom despite his aching joints. Nor was the fact that breaking an apparent social taboo might make people angry and prove a disadvantage to his goals. He wanted Jasper, true, but he found he had no desire to upset Jasper, or cause him to feel uncomfortable. It was unusual and a bit troublesome to be feeling this way, more concerned for Jasper than himself, but, Jasper made him feel so unnaturally good. Vladimir found himself wanting Jasper to feel good as well.
His spice-edged consciousness added an extra resonance to Jasper's voice. It was lovely just to listen to him speak, especially when they were such pleasing words. "I'd hate to ruin a new friendship with imposing too many formalities on it, of course, but, I would be flattered to call you my assistant. Or anything else you'd prefer." Jasper's smile couldn't help but summon one of his own, and Vladimir felt that rather unfamiliar surge of the emotion that had to be happiness again, as well as genuine affection. The comment about compensation actually caused him to flush slightly, but he felt rather sure that it wouldn't be wise to respond to the perceived flirtation with an example of what he'd like to offer. "And as I have found your company to be one of the best points of Hogwarts, I'll have to make sure to come up with something good. It may require some creativity, having come here with nothing more than myself and some spice. How are you enjoying it?" It's probably good I've met him here, and not at home. He'd be able to bankrupt me with that smile. There was of course no way for Vladimir to know that the most interesting commodity he possessed was in his own veins.