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Post by quinn bernard grey on Nov 16, 2010 19:56:32 GMT -5
MR. Q. B. GREY___________
A spasm of craving sensation rattled through his body as she touched his hand – coinciding with her incident and so causing him to miss the effect that the motion had been intended to produce. Curse his teenage boy hormones and the lust that they produced. The consequences of the light brush wore off quickly however, levels of adrenaline and testosterone returning to their prior (yet still heightened) levels, as he met the uncertain gaze that she threw him: perhaps she was checking to see if he had suffered any detrimental experiences from the contact or perhaps checking to see whether hers had been noticed, he couldn’t be sure enough to gauge whether or not he could claim that as a point in his favour – but who was keeping score? He could see her looking smug though as she shifted slightly again, even with her hair obscuring most of her face the cockiness – that rivalled his own – was still highly apparent and he wondered just how justified it was then, neither truly seemed to be winning, stalemate reached almost as soon as the battle had commenced it would seem. “Oh yeah, if I was flirting you would know about it.” he nodded definitively, “There wouldn’t be so much talking for one thing...” It was his turn for a bit of retaliation, raising his hand up near her cheek – as if to brush it with the back of his fingers in a light touch – but stopping just short of actually contacting with the soft skin and letting his hand fall again.
“Can’t resist me some sugar...” he commented imperturbably, reraising his hand and tugging at an earlobe to scratch it, the gesture seemingly out of boredom more than anything else – still intent on giving the impression of an impassive response to her teasing (although of course even he himself knew that it had gone beyond that, she must have realised by this time that, even if it was in only a slight way, she was getting to him), “Though so much over the evening has left me nauseated – I think even that one piece might set me over the edge. And I wouldn’t want to puke on that pretty dress and have you have to take it off now...” He raised his eyebrows as in genuine concern, but his expression countered this with an exaggerated pout and troubled look to it not helped any by the mischievous twinkle that was held within his eyes. “Oh with my willpower I can last all night, not a problem.” his voice was laced with double-entendre and within that was held invitation, “It’s you I’m worried about truly. Wouldn’t want to do damage to that...” he paused, seeming to roll the word around in his mouth before divulging it, “...reputation that you’ve built for yourself. Think of the talk there would be.”
As she raised her hand to his face, he braced himself a little for a slap – it wouldn’t have been an uncommon occurrence, though it usually came the next morning or at least a couple of hours down the road in the proceedings – but was surprised when all she did was chastise him gently. “You know me so well,” he offered sardonically in repost, his face falling to a look of judgement as she contemplated the situation and all that was occurring as well as that which was merely implied. “Well what?” He rolled his eyes, “Made me look better. Who’d have thought it possible? I suppose you might have some talents after all.” It wasn’t so much a comment as it was a jibe, although the words and their implication were both positive if taken literally, his tone and the expression which accompanied them certainly were not – he could have said that 1 plus 1 was 2 in such a tone and it would not have been believed that he truly meant it.
He ignored her comment on the mirror with a derisive grunt, a sneer buckling his upper lip as he noted the movements of her hands again. “You just cannot get enough of touching me, can you?” he questioned, hoping to turn the embarrassment onto the Ravenclaw and hope that the stiffness of his posture was not noted to any extreme – perhaps his muscles were just freezing up with the combination of the autumnal weather and the awkward position that he had been unable to escape from for fear of Dani reading into it. As their hands met again, he breathed in a little more sharply, disguising it behind a sniff as if preventing a runny nose from running. Stop being so stupid, she’s just a girl – a hot girl but just a girl. She’s a challenger, not a challenge. Pull yourself together Grey! he shouted at himself within his head, keeping careful control over his expression as she recovered from the hug. “There are friends and then there are friends...” he answered cryptically, intonation on each use of the word “friends” differing as to highlight that some people were only useful for short periods whereas others served a more lasting role. He scoffed as she enquired after his “need”, “Don’t flatter yourself you little firebrand, I’ve got ‘em queued up at my door. If I wanted you, then that hug would’ve been a lot more... special.” His grin was wholly deviant, meaning enforced behind every word he had said – the entirety (excluding the detailing of the queue) of his comment a lie, but he hoped a convincing and hurtful one.
STATUS:: done. WORDS:: nine-two-oh. NOTES:: what's that then? *curious*. OUTFIT:: zombified... too lazy to find a picture =P. MUSIC:: dancin' with myself - billy idol. TAGGS:: ms. d. k. monroe.
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Post by dani kaste monroe on Nov 17, 2010 18:44:59 GMT -5
[img src=" |Dani K. Monroe|words; 934 notes; the song is Surrender by Blake Lewis....i think it kind of fits. tagged; mr. grey wearing; this---------- Dani cleared herself of the events that went by after they touched. She didn’t move her hand, in fear of risking more of a touch and letting slip a more noticeable reaction. His words helped with that fact. The seventh year rolled her eyes and smirked, she didn’t mind if he wasn’t flirting, Dani herself hadn’t intended on flirt but something my have happened that could be classified as such a gesture. She flicked her hazel eyes to watch his hand lift up by her cheek, she froze some thinking of ways to avoid it, or not, she wasn’t sure. When it stopped and fell back to its earlier position the Raveclaw sighed with relief inside and blinked her gaze back to his face. “Too afraid to touch are we Grey?” One of her eyebrows raised to accent her question, a grin was bore on her face in mockery.
Regading the first comment with ease and a quick smile, Dani tuned in more to his next set of words. She shook her head with a playfully sour look on her face. “Ya, that would be disgusting. Glad you thought better of it.” The girl chuckled a sweet, silky giggle and let him continue. Claiming that he could stick this out longer then her, lies, well at least they were to her. Both her eyebrows rose and her expression was confused, “My reputation? Wasn’t aware that I had one. You on the other hand…” Dani trailed off, he knew his own rep she didn’t need to go into some explanation of that.
Offering a quick false grin, the seventh year brought her hand up again but not to grace his face. Dani gently snagged a lock of her own fire hair and began to lace it through her fingers. The hair slid smoothly and swiftly around her digits as he spoke. “Okay…thanks Grey.” He was flustering sometimes. Did he mean it or didn’t he? His words were one thing but his features and tones were another. To act aloof, the Ravenclaw kept with the twisting of her hair.
Dani kept the small, warming movement of her thumb going as she giggled and rolled her eyes. The scary thought was that it was almost true. She wasn’t sure if it was just the feel that she liked or the reactions he gave in accordance to hers. “I guess you’re just addictive like that. My hands seem to be stuck to you like glue.” It was in a nonchalant manner that she stated this. The friends comment didn’t blow over her well. She wasn’t sure which one he was putting her under. The seventh year was about to put forth her plan and end it here but his next sentences caught her by surprise. Dani nearly sighed with relief that she wasn’t going to be his next conquest, but she held it in so that the Slytherian wouldn’t read into it. Wasn’t the ending she was expecting, never-the-less she found out what she really needed to hear and there was no point with keeping up the act. She wasn’t going to go out with out a bang, though. Did she know Grey was lying about that comment? No, she was too caught up in her relief.
Glazing her brown eyes over with a wildly mischievous hint, the girl pushed herself right up against him. Now she was fully leaning on Grey, depending on his body for support. Placing her head on one side of his, the Ravenclaw’s soft lips were barely brushing his ear. Slowing her breathing, Dani chuckled gingerly as she whispered, “Want to know a secret?” The pleasant and tempting puffs of air that left her lips buffeted gently on his ear. As she spoke her hands slid down to the hem of his shirt by his waist. Reaching the end she began to gather it in her hands and started to lift it up, revealing the Slytherian’s physique that waited underneath. She couldn’t see what his torso looked like because she had pressed herself against him and was ever so slowly bunching his shirt up under her small frame. Before she had gotten it more then three inches above his waist line she began to speak again, this time pronouncing every word on its own with a leisurely pace. “I…think…that…” now his shirt was lifted half up his chest, but so suddenly she broke to a laugh and pushed herself away and back into her very first original sitting position, with her legs flat out in front of her and her back against the other arm rest. She finally finished the statement she start, “…that was a very relieving moment. It’s nice to know that I’m not on your cheek list.” Dani’s tones were joyous and excited, like she said she was glad to not being on any list that he may have of his conquests. She spun her legs around and had them land flat on the ground. The Ravenclaw bent to pick up her tea cup, then stood and took a few steps. As she moved the seventh year commented loud enough for Grey to hear, “That was fun wasn’t it?”
Beaming, the girl walked with slow pace, acting as if all that happened meant nothing, which it mostly did. But that was mostly. One thing she realized, and kind of missed was the warmth of being right there, so close with him. Wanting him to feel stupid then follow behind and catch her, she was lazy with her steps so that she was slow enough. All he had to do to catch her was hop of the bench and take a couple large strides to be by her side.
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Post by quinn bernard grey on Nov 21, 2010 16:14:59 GMT -5
MR. Q. B. GREY___________
Hmm, this was a dilemma. Usually Quinn found himself in the position of having too many propositions and not enough time to fulfil all that was expected of him. And usually these proposals came from people within whom he had no particular interest, happy to provide what they were asking of him – of course - but not really caring who they were or if he ever saw them again. And now there was Dani; seemingly she was one of the few girls who was able to fight against his natural charm and charisma, a most irksome occurrence when the Slytherin found his curiosity piqued by her in a way in which it had not been by anyone in a good while. Quinn was very much child-like when it came to such a predicament, frustrated by not being able to express himself how he would ideally have wished, he resorted to the type of relationship that occurred in the youngest school children – insults and teasing bandied back and forth as a way of masking the true feelings (although he did stop short of pulling her pigtails or putting worms in her hair). She seemed to be buying into it however, the mockery seen as the actual implication of his words and actions rather than just a facade – her reaction to his comment about not flirting solidifying this fact. Good. Safe... he thought. His eyes flickered back to her and threw her a look as if to say ‘grow up’ as she questioned him on his bravery, “Felt like messing with you, wanted to see what you’d do, how you’d react...” That was the most honest thing that he had said in the conversation, a curio to himself as he thought on it and wondered about the admittance.
“Well, your reputation isn’t as impressive as mine – obviously... But everyone who’s anyone has one...” he was letting his guard slip a little, would she read into that sentence as the thinly veiled compliment that it was. He shrugged as he continued, watching her twist her hair between her fingers – was it out of nerves? - “Don’t get too cocky though, a sea lion can be talented,” he smirked with a certain smugness on his tone, “Just because you can cobble out a tune on some horns doesn’t earn you the right to get cocky.” He raised an eyebrow back at her, continuing their match as he reraised the stakes and called her to make the next move again – the game lying somewhere between the calm and collected logic required to gain the upper hand as in chess, and the bold moves and bluffs one might make in a poker match to force the opponent into telling more than they ought.
“I guess you’re just addictive like that. My hands seem to be stuck to you like glue.”
A smile twitched at the corners of his mouth again, it seemed her guard was slipping too – the taxation on that part of the brain within which the ability to be cunning was generated clearly only had a certain capacity (and high as it might have been in these two individuals it seemed that that maximum had near been reached). Although he wasn’t quite sure how much the Ravenclaw had meant her words, it seemed that there was doubt within her mind over the comment as well – he wondered, although he would never have made any such admittance, quite how similar their situations may have been; but the fleeting nature of the thought led it to be forgotten almost as quickly as it had come to him. Instead, he concentrated on his retort, “I’m sure there’s some way to satisfy your craving for me...” he tone deliberately hinting at the vulgar way in which his comment could have been interpreted, “Some easy way you could get close enough for a fix then return to normal life for a while before needing some more...” he paused, the grin on his face wolfish, “I can only apologise for being so moreish – I get that a lot...”
Oh hello. he thought with a slight start, raising both of his eyebrows at the girl as she pulled herself into full body contact with him. Words were lost on him as she leant in closer, the Slytherin intently trying to work out what it was that Dani was trying to accomplish. Subconsciously he was holding his breath as she asked her question and slid her hands to new positions on his body, words rested on the tip of his tongue but he was unwilling to disturb the flow of her actions. A shiver ran across his skin as it was exposed to the chilling afternoon air, goosebumps rising across his frame (though whether they could be entirely blamed upon the cold was another question). As she continued to remove the shirt, he came closer to speaking, sound a nanosecond from his throat when suddenly her laugh cut across the scene and she retreated with haste – the Sixth years words quickly killed before any discernable words were uttered. He regarded her with a scowl for a moment before a smile (forced as it was) found his lips, “Nah, you’re on a more special list. None of this crawling back to me shit for you. You’re on the one where I take you by surprise, whisk you off your feet and you give in to me because you just can’t stand it anymore...” he let the impact of his words sink in rather than respond to her rhetoric as he usually would have done, watching her collect her effects and stand.
He found himself with another dilemma – did he follow her? Don’t be stupid, how obvious is that? he scolded himself with a short shake of his head, although even as he had done so he had gotten to his feet. He lingered beside the bench, mind frantically searching for the answer to what he should do next. “Oy! Where d’you think you’re going?” he jogged the few steps to her, “Don’t get off that lightly, people gotta see us together first so that the rumours start to fly...” As he said this, they passed a couple of faceless Hufflepuffs – who immediately took the bait and began their whispered conversation.
STATUS:: done. WORDS:: one-oh-four-seven. NOTES:: Hmm, does kinda fit. also, broke the 1000! OUTFIT:: zombified... too lazy to find a picture =P. MUSIC:: iris - goo goo dolls. TAGGS:: ms. d. k. monroe.
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Post by dani kaste monroe on Nov 22, 2010 15:13:14 GMT -5
[img src=" |Dani K. Monroe|words; 801 notes; sorry if it is kinda short tagged; mr. grey wearing; this---------- His words were either truthful or a lie. She was leaning toward the lie. Quinn’s truth was as reliable as a spoon was to cut a loaf of bread. Granted, it could happen, on a great rare occurrence, it was still leaning to the impossible. His explanation wasn’t a good enough one for Dani. “I still think you were too scared to touch me.” Next thing she knew she was hesitating and contemplating something. “Ya’ know, I would have thought you brave enough to be able to touch people who seduce you…” A smirk appeared at her lips from her mild teasing comment. That and she wanted to see if she would admit it.
The girl shrugged with clear unconcern. “I can deal with that.” Dani couldn’t hold in her laughter. His comparison was lam. Truly it was poor, a seal, I guess it made sense. “Sea lions can balance a ball on their nose and clap their flippers, sure, but really. I can do those too, well maybe no balance a ball on my nose but I can do more them they can.” Rolling her brown eyes, she had them land and look directly into his blue ones. “I don't think that you have the right either there big boy.” She grinned at her words and felt satisfied with them. She was getting slightly better at her retorts and remarks. But that might have been just because she was around Grey for a long time.
The Ravenclaw watched him. At one point, since he hadn’t said anything yet, she was pondering whether or not to speak again. “Maybe in mind but never in body, Grey.” Ya, she clearly got his hint. The shocking thing was that Dani basically admitted that she could possible fantasies about him…Damn...Wrong thing to say out loud. Why couldn’t she think before she said that? Why did all of his have to be breaking her guard? Well, at least she had that she would never actually, physically do anything with him. That was partly calming. She did shake her head for more evidence to show her disapproval. She was sorry she even gave him such a comment in the first place now. Leave it to Quinn to find a way to make a simple clever remark about something such as that and place it in every conversation.
Standing, Dani slightly cocked her head to one side to see the expression on his face before strolling away. It was a forced smile. She could tell, anyone would have the same features upon there face if a pleasure to them had just rejected them so suddenly. With a small mock apology shrug and she was off. Turning before she continued to walk, the seventh year shook her head. “If you are trying to get me to runaway with you again, it’s not going to work. I already declined you offer once, I don’t thin you want to hear another rejection.” She paused and bobbed her head side to side after a thought. The Ravencalw continued, “Though it would be great for that ego of yours.” Chuckling some, Dani faced back around again and didn’t look back.
She didn’t stop walking even when Grey was next to her. Inhaling and then exhaling calmly, Dani needed a base to play off as if everything that had happened didn’t. She had already proved her acting skills, so the seventh year was pretty confident that she could act one more time. She offered him a small confused smile, as if to wonder what he was walking next to her for. “Me? I’m going to talk to those younger students over there.” After almost singing her reply, Dani turned her head and lucky for her found a group of underclassman. Waving over at them almost shyly, she noticed that it was the same group of boys that Grey had commented about before. Confused and shocked they waved back. Well that’s just great… Now, as she tilted her course toward them she could only think about how she would have to deal with Quinn and the group of boys. But she minorly hesitated at his next words. Of course she knew that people would be talking if they saw the scene she had put on. Shaking the fears off Dani caught the eyes of the Hufflepuffs who were whispering to themselves. Her glare silenced them, for now. Being the highest class had its perks but if the two spread something around later, it would decide their fate. After being sure they got the message, Dani shifted her eyes bad to the Slytherian and glazed them with confusion and innocence. “Rumors about what?” The Ravenclaw flicked her eyes around to play as if she thought he was talking to someone else around them. Shrugging to herself when she did find anyone else, Dani pulled her brown eyes back to him.
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Post by quinn bernard grey on Nov 23, 2010 19:05:18 GMT -5
MR. Q. B. GREY___________
He shrugged in response, “Whatever helps you sleep at night...” His words were pointed, still hinting at double entendre whenever at all possible, “Seduce me?” his tone became somewhat incredulous, his eyebrows raised and a hand gesturing to himself as he scoffed at her comment, “I don’t think so.” He attempted to keep his voice level then, maintaining his aura of aloofness and nonchalant poise – and whilst for the most part his form was rather good, if one was scrutinizing behaviour as closely as he supposed Dani was then there was a distinct possibility that this lie would be discredited. He couldn’t help but internalize a laugh though, this statement was the one to be disputed most, despite it being the one which had actually been truthful.
He wondered quite what her intention was in continuing to compare herself to the sea lion – which had just been the first random animal that had sprung to his mind as the metaphor was called for – surely she was supporting his cause by doing this, rather than justifying herself that she was indeed in possession of skills that were to be praised for requiring intellect and human levels of competence. He shook his head pityingly at her claims that he had no right to be cocky – of course he had a right to be cocky, he was Quinn Grey - whether admired by his peers or loathed by them he didn’t care, he was somebody about this school, and that was no mean feat when one considered that amongst a school where magic was the norm and every person had some weird and wonderful story about their childhood. Not that he voiced it in those exact words (even he was aware of how much like a douchebag he would have sounded had he said that), instead settling for responding with, “Jealousy’s an ugly thing little miss sea lion.” he wagged a finger at her as if scolding a naughty child, “And we shouldn’t name call...” he paused, grin spreading on his face again, meaningfully looking down at his crotch, “...even if the nickname’s justified.”
He folded his arms across his chest, smirking in response to the Ravenclaw’s comment – mentally adding another mark to his side of the points tally but saying nothing, hoping that the smirk would do all the talking that it needed to (should she notice of course, which she would, given current circumstances). He would have to work on her “never in body” theory though (even if he didn’t particularly see her meaning never in such certain terms – that just didn’t happen, urges and lust occurred, scenarios changed, moralities became forgotten...) As they continued to walk, and the girl refuted her point of having turned down his mock invitation, Quinn couldn’t help but reply, even if it was bait that she was offering him and goading him into speaking so that she might have a chance of winning back some points on the rebound. “Oh I heard you the first time, loud and clear...” he mocked standoffishly, convincing even himself that he wouldn’t make the offer again, “Plenty more seals in the sea. Besides,” he played off of her comment about his ego, looking her up and down in as obvious a subtle way as he could, “I could do better frankly – you’re not worth the effort.” He sniffed a little with vacant eyes lingering upon her face.
He nodded once in exaggerated manner as Dani explained her plan to him; it was somewhat like those old Muggle movies about spies that Quinn had seen snippets of, on his way to wherever it had been, in the windows of shops that sold television sets – the villain revealing his nefarious plan to the dashing hero before carrying it out, leaving ample opportunity for the plan to be thwarted before its completion. Already the Slytherin’s plan to embarrass the Seventh year was forming as he noted just who the people were she was headed towards. As they passed the Hufflepuffs, he commented to Dani’s glare, “That won’t shut them up for long... What else do they have to talk about? Puffs lead very boring lives...” his final phrase thoughtful as he wistfully remembered a rather boring conversation he had had to endure with a Hufflepuff, remembering counting the twists in the poles above the four-poster bed rather than actually listening to the girl’s drivel. He snapped back as she questioned him about rumours, “Well if they don’t start them, I will.” he smirked, observing her reaction side-on, pointedly pronouncing each word in a sing-songy fashion, “Oh the fun I will have...”
STATUS:: done. WORDS:: seven-six-nine. NOTES:: no, that's good! less to reply to =P. OUTFIT:: zombified... too lazy to find a picture. MUSIC:: 9/15ths - biffy clyro. TAGGS:: ms. d. k. monroe.
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