http://mio-remaining.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mio-remaining.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2010-02-14 11:47 am

[Owls] /valentine's day gifts



All it was was a card with an equation. The answer was a certain room in Hogwarts. Enclosed was a request to solve the equation, then go to the room.

Matt was in there covered in ice cream toppings and waiting.<




I figured you'd want something more brutal than chocolate.
So Ofdensen got him sugar skulls and a digital recorder.



In the end, she was too shy to give the cake to him herself, so she just owled it.

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-16 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
The twine wrapped about the cake box made a convenient gripping place for owl talons. Lezard had no real notion what he should expect. A cake was the last thing he expected, actually.

The frosting had smeared against the box-sides where the cake had lurched from side to side in its flight. Was it really a cake, or something less savory in every sense of the word? It did smell of chocolate.

Try as he might, he could not find a card. He left the cake untouched, on his desk, until he could learn more about it.

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-17 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Quickly he turned at the sound, and teleported to the hallway outside the door.

From this vantage point he could catch the culprit without giving forewarning. He expected -- what? Oh, probably Turlough, or a vengeful Steff, or perhaps even a returned Silmeria.

Mio, he did not expect.

"Is it really a cake after all, then?" he asked, bemused.

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-17 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Of course, he knelt to help her.

"Have you taken ill?" Her sudden movement had alarmed him.

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-20 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
He reached to soothe her with touch as well as with words. "No need to fear. I have enemies, that is all. A person like you, whom everyone must love, would not understand what it is like to have so many enemies. I cannot trust anonymous gifts."

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-20 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"They envy my powers." Lezard actually believed this was the reason why most people hated him. "Excellence, like beauty, is often the cause of hatred rather than love. Mediocrity cannot abide its betters." As he pontificated thus, he stroked Mio's sleek black hair.

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-20 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"No?" His fingers slid beneath the curtain of her hair and found the nape of her neck. He continued to stroke. "Why not?"

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-20 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Lezard gave a bitter chuckle. "I have helped you hardly at all." Had she noticed, yet, that her curse had proven contagious? He had not told her; perhaps she knew what to look for, and perhaps not.

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-21 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
He had been too candid. "I will keep trying," he assured her, and stood, offering a hand to raise her to her feet as well.

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-21 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Unthinkably, he stumbled and leaned against the wall.

"Cake later," he said curtly, recovering his balance. "I must sleep."

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-21 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
He glared at her. Refusing help, he forced himself upright. He knew from recent past experience that dematerialization would do nothing to help.

"Yes?"

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-21 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Not the same things." His face was hidden behind a fall of unkempt hair. Impatiently he cleared the hair from his eyes, shoved his glasses up the bridge of his nose into their proper position.

He knew she was waiting for an answer.

"Similar," he admitted, again curt. "Not the same."

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-21 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
"How can you leave? Then I will have no key to solve this, for you or for myself!" He teleported to the other side of her, not quite blocking her escape, but certainly standing in her path. Confused, angry, unsettled, he reached out his arms.

"Come with me."

[identity profile] needsanewliver.livejournal.com 2010-02-17 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Holidays just didn't get less metal than Valentine's Day. Despite this commonly known fact, this was the first year Nathan was both dating someone (even if they hadn't really worked out the details of their relationship yet, sex-with-just-one-person counted as dating to him) and actually felt like doing something for them, this time without being guilted into it first.

Ofdensen's presents surprised him—he hadn't thought Ofdensen was the sort of guy who'd celebrate such a cheesy, overly commercialised holiday. The digital recorder in particular was appreciated, considering he'd accidentally dropped his old one in the toilet several days ago (hey, he'd been inspired while taking a piss) and had been reluctant to touch it since. Ech. Toilet germs.

After getting his own gifts ready—in black wrap with black bows, what else—he sent an owl back to Ofdensen:

How'd you like the poem?

Nathan


He hadn't been able to decide between them, so he got both (http://www.alexandermcqueen.com/us/en/shop/Menswear/autumn-winter-09/Accessories/Gifts/P-BLACK-SKULL-CUFFLINKS.aspx) sets (http://www.alexandermcqueen.com/us/en/shop/Menswear/autumn-winter-09/Accessories/Gifts/P-SKULL-CUFFLINKS.aspx) of skull cuff-links, since Ofdensen pretty much lived in suits and might actually have a use for them, and an anatomically correct gummy heart (http://pics.livejournal.com/needsanewliver/pic/00009qp8), which was way more brutal than the other kind. The dude on the box was even skinless, and that was awesome. (Though Nathan did briefly have a horrifying flashback to their adventures with dieting and bondage gear made of human leather.)

[identity profile] charlesofdensen.livejournal.com 2010-02-17 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[[Because Mio is not Ofdensen]]

It was very metal and fantastic. And I do thank you for the cufflinks and the gummy heart.

Charles.


Fuck it, they're on first name basis.