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 2010-02-21 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] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-21 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Whether you are sorry makes little difference." He sighed, and led her back to his rooms.

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-21 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
He looked at her sharply. "What do you mean?"

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-02-21 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
He was too tired, and too overwrought, to feel desire when she lifted her shirt. Still, being what he was, there had to be an element of prurience when he demanded: "Show me all of it."

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-03-01 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
((fighting off earworm of "Red Dragon Tattoo" ... which I associate with a guy running around headless in the subterranean corridors of Kingdom Hospital ...)

Lezard took off his glasses. Wiped them on the cuff of his shirt. Put them back on.

Stared.

Cursed elaborately in three languages, two infernal and one aethereal.

"You should have told me," he said, finally. And yawned.

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-03-01 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
(( Only if it had Antubis (http://www.youtube.com/user/smilez1999a#p/u/59/4mY4zeL2H7k) as a summon monster ... actually that song is a recurring theme through a lot of wacky stuff in Kingdom Hospital, come to think of it ))

The time for courtesy and chivalry, even mock-chivalry, had passed. She'd infected him with some kind of curse, and now he needed to sleep, and he had no intention of giving up his bed for her. Nor did he have the energy to evict her, short of teleporting her away.

He needed to sleep. Now.

He followed her mutely to the bed and pitched forward, face-first, into the pillows.

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-04-16 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
The cry did not bring him out of sleep, precisely. He perceived it still in the halls of the otherworldly manor, a shriek that pierced the air. Mayu, echoed the walls. Mayu... the echo took on a note the initial cry did not have, a sort of gloating amusement.

In the dream world, Lezard's sorcery had no power. (Why?) He could not teleport away, could not silence the voice or voices, could not set the halls aflame or bring the walls down. He sensed ... certain presences. Inimical presences. He had killed, and felt no remorse, but he could understand that his victims might harbor enmity for this. He had always relied on the unending law: when a soul cycled through rebirth, it forgot the experiences of its past bodies in joining with the new. To be safe, he preferred to obliterate the souls of his victims, but sometimes this was impossible, for tactical or other reasons.

Luring Lenneth by committing the murder of Lorenta, for example -- for that, Lorenta's soul had to remain intact.

The especially infuriating thing about the dream manor was that he could not identify just who these beings were. They hid; they delighted in teasing, mocking, lurking just beyond his ability to discern, and he could not draw them out, powerless as he was.

Who were they, and how could they dare to stand against him? And what were they going to do when they tired of toying with him ...

Sleep released Lezard as suddenly as it had claimed him, as though there were some hidden and mindless timer dictating the length of these fugues. The skin of his arm burned beneath layers of shirt; gasping, he struggled to free himself from the garment entirely, to rid himself of the irritation of cloth rasping against branded flesh. Mio might as well have been somewhere else entirely, for all the attention he paid. He might not even be noticing her presence, at this moment.

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-04-16 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Mio's sniveling presented a minor yet welcome distraction from pain. Lezard turned his face toward her. With his glasses off -- they had been shed at some point, likely mashed somewhere under the pillows -- his eyes would appear larger than usual, though their focus would be unaffected.

He stared at her back. Was this going to happen to him, spreading from the first marks outward ... ?

"Mayu is dead," he reminded her, dully.

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-04-16 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"A ghost, an apparition. You killed Mayu and she is dead." Lezard had no mercy. The spreading tattoo on Mio's back simultaneously fascinated and horrified him -- fascinated him, because under other circumstances he would have appreciated the effect; horrified him, because he felt its twin growing upon his own hide, albeit more slowly and with less visible stain. "Whom will you kill next, my lady?"

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-04-16 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"You 'don't want to'?" Lezard laughed aloud. "Look what you are doing even now."

He held out his arm, showing her where the bare skin bore the snake-and-holly tattoo.

[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com 2010-04-16 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you entirely certain? Be certain, before you offer such assurances." Lezard was not well. This much would have to be obvious. "And does it really matter what you want?"