Theodore Wolseithcrafte
August 18, 2015 6:57 AM
Stick 'em in a room (tag Liliana) by Theodore Wolseithcrafte
Theodore plunged into the pool. It was pleasant, after the round of parties and constant socialisation that Christmas had brought, to sink under the water, the very world disappearing into a mess of ripples. He surfaced and began his lengths. The MARS room, whilst it was infinitely obliging and capable of shaping itself to any range of complex desires, was always the same, straight forward pool for him. It was Olympic length, clearly designed for serious swimming, not just splashing about. The tiles were a pristine white decorated here and there with burst of Aladren blue. This was the only feature that was ever apt to change, as sometimes he enjoyed a little neutral green instead, or a different pattern. However, on the whole, he found the predictability familiar and comforting. The only thing missing from the perfectly orderly picture was the little ropes between the lanes, seeing as Theodore ordinarily had the whole pool to himself.He swam the majority of his lengths front crawl or breast stroke. As his face spent most of the time in the water, it therefore wasn't surprising that he failed to notice that someone else had entered the room. He thought he saw a blur as he turned to draw breath, which threw him off his rhythm. He finished the length in a bad temper, especially feeling irked if someone was there, as they would have not only witnessed his poor display but, rather unfairly, also been the cause. He turned, rubbing the water from his eyes, and found Liliana Bannister.
Theodore propped his elbows on the side of the pool, lifting himself half out of the water. If compared to male models or body builders, he probably came up wanting. He was scrawny in the way in which only a teenage boy, who is rapidly growing out of his own body and seemingly unable to ever be consume enough food, could be. But between swimming and running, he was reasonably toned for it. And whilst his featured tended towards being too long and thin, especially he nose, he certainly wasn't repulsive to look at. His own appearance was not a matter he had given a great deal of thought to, but his first instinct upon seeing Liliana had been to sink lower in the water, feeling caught off guard. But then, he had reasoned, Liliana had interrupted him, in his pool – and damned if he was going cower under the water and give any show of the self-consciousness he might have felt.
“Here to spy on the competition's training regime?” he asked.
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Liliana Bannister
August 22, 2015 6:28 PM
And then what? Lock the door and throw away the key? by Liliana Bannister
When Liliana had woken that morning she’d found herself to be in a particular mood. The sort that running around the Pitch or doing laps on her broom as fast as she could just wouldn’t cut it to clear up her mind, so after an attempt to complete her homework, she gave up and pushed her books aside, sighing as they fell off her desk and clattered to the floor. She likely could have asked Atlas to meet her in the common room to do their homework together but she really didn’t think she could handle working one on one with him just yet, she was still reeling from the News. And besides, he’d been extremely mopey ever since returning from the break and even though as of late she craved his company, Liliana really didn’t think she could handle the doom and gloom just at that moment. So instead, she changed into a swimsuit and gathered a towel. She contemplated grabbing one of the books Joseph had given her for Christmas but reading in her spare time really wasn’t something she could just do. She had to be in the right mood and while she was in a mood, it wasn’t the right sort of Mood.As she reached the door to the water room, Liliana wondered if the MARS rooms had ever needed to change because someone was already in it while someone else was trying to get in with a different sort of idea in mind. She dearly hoped there would be no one around. Though she wasn’t exactly the happiest at the moment, the walk from the Pecari dorm to the MARS room had gotten her excited for a nice relaxing afternoon at a magically created beach. The image she had in her head as she opened the doors of the rocky shore with the biting Atlantic water was not the image that met her. Instead, it was a rather intensely working out Theodore Wolseithcrafte in a large swimming pool, the sort that might have lanes.
She watched for a few moments, having always found it entrancing to watch a swimmer move through the water, but she very quickly closed off as he noticed her and chose to challenge her presence. Though it was not what she had been searching for when she arrived at the water room that afternoon, it was reassuring to know that their unspoken rivalry was not just in her head and that he acknowledged that they were each other’s competition. However, for once, Liliana didn’t think she had any fight in her. She just wanted to relax, take her mind of off things, perhaps drown herself in a fake body of water. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I came here to get away from,” she said instead, refusing to rise to the challenge, and waved her hand in the air. “All that. Though now that I see this room is otherwise occupied…” She lifted an eyebrow as she looked around to admire the general space. Though it wasn’t her ideal water room, it was still a nice room. “Perhaps I had better take my leave unless…” She hesitated, her hand poised to open the door and leave. She didn’t quite know what it was that made her tack on that last little ‘unless’ and so instead of just leaving it be and walking away while she still had her pride. However, as usual, her mouth had other ideas. “Do you want some company?”
She fidgeted slightly as she waited for his response. Now that the offer was out there, hanging awkwardly in the air, Liliana realized that despite having similar life patterns when it came to their Sonora resumes, she and Theodore had never really hung out much less spent any time out of the classroom or during Prefect duty together. She supposed it wasn’t too weird seeing as they were different sorts of people, by now Liliana had realized that she was likely a lot more bouncy and a lot more out there than most people were likely comfortable with, and Theodore was kind of reserved. But still, she thought, she and Atlas were quite different yet she still considered the currently quite morose Muggleborn to be her best friend.
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Theodore Wolseithcrafte
August 23, 2015 3:13 AM
Something like that by Theodore Wolseithcrafte
At first, it sounded as if Liliana was going to enter into some banter with him. Thus Theodore was thrown for a minute by the rather frank admission that followed it - he had not expected such a thing from her in general, and most certainly not directed at him. He felt a little uncomfortable with it. He’d never been particularly good at handling the emotions of others, knowing how to cheer people up.“Please don’t go on my account,” he assured her, as she made to leave. Her suggestion that he might want company was fairly inaccurate, as he much preferred taking his exercise alone. “If ‘all that’ is bothering you,” he echoed her words, gesturing vaguely to the door, “I should not think of depriving you of a little sanctuary should you be able to find it in here. Though I can’t help but suppose this was not exactly what you had hoped to find. Might I ask what was?” he felt it unlikely that he would go back to his exercise with Liliana here. Either he would break off and talk to her, or if she wished to swim, it was likely to become competitive, which he wasn’t really in the mood for at present. Therefore, it made sense to yield the room to her control.
“And, come to that, what’s currently so perturbing about the rest of humanity?” He himself had plenty of answers for that but he had thought Liliana, ordinarily to be a people person.
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Something like that
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Liliana
August 28, 2015 3:27 AM
Sounds...confining. by Liliana
Though he hadn’t quite said that he wanted company, he had told her she didn’t have to leave if she didn’t want to, and spending sometime her with all time rival was probably ten time better than spending time by herself surrounded by all the bizarreness that currently occupied the hallways of Sonora. She shrugged in response at first as she plopped down on the ground nearby where Theodore was in the water. “Not a pool, that’s for certain,” she said without humor. She was well aware that she probably didn’t sound like herself at all, but then again it was tiresome to always be the bubbly cheerful one. She was entitled to mope every now and then, she thought, and all the better if someone saw her doing it so that she could perhaps for once be taken seriously and not as the absurdly strange Pecari girl who sounded rather ditzy in nature despite having (what was, in Liliana’s very humble opinion) a good handle on reality.“I guess I just woke up and I missed the beach, not like those terribly stereotypical white, sandy beaches, but a real one with meat on it’s bones.” She nodded as though to emphasize her point. She had been on vacation to those nicer beaches that tourists flocked to before, but what she was really craving was small rocks mixed in with sand and cold, dark water with waves. “If I had my way I’d be miles away in Bretagne.” The french name for Brittany the Northwestern most part of France rolled off her tongue easily as she thought of sun which was warm as it came down but accompanied by wind that blew most of the heat away.
She shrugged. “But it’s not worth the wishing because when I walk back through those doors I’ll still be in Arizona.” She tossed her head in frustration, her braid hitting her ribcage uncomfortably and she reached up to pull out the hair band and untangle the strands from each other so that her waist length hair hung loosely. She gave a small laugh. “I don’t really think you want an insight to the mind of a fifteen year old girl, in particular a rather disturbed at the moment girl who currently finds pretty much everything to be…perturbing.” She nodded her head decisively as she leaned back on her hands and watched the water ripple.
Suddenly she pushed herself off the ground, taking off the shift she’d worn over her swimsuit and letting it drop to the floor by her discarded towel as she walked over to the edge of the pool, sitting down so that her legs were in the water while the rest of her was not. She knew that if she actually climbed into the pool then she’d be forced to challenge Theodore to a race of sorts, perhaps a breath holding competition or a diving thing or something of equal ridiculousness. “What about you?” she asked instead, attempting to keep the conversation away from any sort of competition. “Are you the sort to find the entirety of the wizarding race to be agitating?”
As of late she had felt like this empty shell of a person except when certain ideas got the better of her and she shifted uncomfortably as particular thoughts began to flood her brain. She wanted to slap herself but knew that Theodore would probably be utterly confused and disturbed by that action and so instead she settled for slipping off the edge into the water in attempt to let the cool water reduce the flush that had appeared in her cheeks. Liliana pulled herself back out of the water again a split second later, her normally light hair darkened by the water and lying flat against her skin, the wetness trickling down her back not uncomfortably.
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Sounds...confining.
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Theodore
August 30, 2015 9:22 AM
Well, you may have the cell of your choice by Theodore
Liliana’s description of her ideal was curious - in that it was not the traditional idealised ideal, but rather something… rougher. Something that was more raw and honest than purely aesthetic perfection, and apparently more in keeping with her current mood. He thought he could relate to the sentiment, although not really the reason.“Indeed,” he mused, “I’ve never found myself particularly enchanted by most people’s notion of perfection.” However, Liliana professed that it wouldn’t do, if it wasn’t the real thing - the real thing in question being somewhere presumably French (whilst he had heard of Brittany, he wasn’t very well versed in France’s own names for its places). “You go to France a lot,” it was more an observation than a question, “I must say, I’m a little envious. It’d be nice to travel.”
He shrugged slightly as she suggested he mightn’t want an insight into her mind. It was true that he probably wouldn’t want the responsibility that came with said insight, of finding some kind of soothing balm to ease whatever was troubling her but he couldn’t deny a certain morbid curiosity about what was going on her head - though anything trivial, such as boys, would have possibly disappointed him, whilst anything more serious might have disturbed him. There weren’t exactly many good problems…. He rather suspected it wouldn’t be up to him whether he heard or not, as Liliana seemed to be in a fidgety and impulsive mood - trust a Pecari to be at odds with the world in such an overt and agitated manner. He averted his eyes as she started undressing, a gentlemanly reflex that was quite ridiculous as he was perfectly fine with returning his attention to her once she was done with ritual but left wearing only swimwear. More than fine, really, he thought, as he watched her legs slide into the water. Recalling himself, he returned his attention to her face.
“Oh, frequently,” he nodded, he thought about throwing in a little tease about finding Pecari girls especially vexing but he wasn’t quite sure how Liliana would take that in her current mood. “I mean, people are alright but I find I need a certain amount of time to myself. Therefore, I feel it’s a poor use of everyone’s time if, when I am around others, they insist on talking about the weather or this season’s frocks, or anything else that I really couldn’t care about.”
He watched as she plunged quickly in and out, then hauled himself out of the pool to sit next to her but it still felt strangely clinical. The place was utterly unsuited to having any kind of interaction - because, usually, that wasn’t what he wanted.
“You know, I like the sound of your beach. And you seem more in need than me right now. I would like to continue having the pleasure of your company, if I may,” he explained, as he stood and headed towards the door, “But please, have it as you wish,” he opened the door, stepping outside - not shutting himself out of the room but having crossed the threshold would, he believed, cede control of the room’s appearance to Liliana.
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Liliana
September 02, 2015 3:45 PM
How very gentlemanly of you. by Liliana
Theodore was a funny person in that he was so serious all the time. On multiple occasions Liliana had found his serious, adult behavior to be more than frustrating but in that moment she found that his mature ways were not unwelcome and though she did not fully imitate them, her manner of speaking toned down so that he might want to continue the conversation. She was still Liliana, after all, no matter how annoyed she was with the world, and that meant that she would still speak flirtatiously without care though her words would come out a little harder and less optimistic than usual.“My entire family is French, even if I’m from England,” she responded now with a tilt of her head that on anyone else could be called coquettish. “The last name isn’t but that’s how things work out sometimes, we had one ancestor way, way back and somehow the name just got passed down.” She shrugged. “But at this point I’m about as German as I am Muggle.” She laughed. She wasn’t quite sure how to address the envy he had expressed regarding her frequent traveling as since it was something she had grown up with it was all she’d ever known. Indeed until she had arrived at Sonora and met Atlas and interacted with several other of her classmates she had not realized that frequent traveling was not a common place thing.
“I suppose I grew up traveling,” she said carefully, not wanting to seem as though she were rubbing her good fortune in Theodore’s face. “It comes with having a big family strewn across England and France, I suppose. One must always make the rounds lest someone else feel jilted and then who knows what sort of family scandal could arise from that.” Her tone was completely joking though it was something that Liliana had always wondered about. There were a set of cousins in the south of France that no one ever talked about and sometimes Liliana had thought that they might be cooking up something dastardly to get back at the rest of them for never visiting. It was a thought that wasn’t ever fully developed as Zacharias had squashed all day dreams of dark wizardry in the family (a prospect that was equally terrifying and intriguing to Liliana) by informing her that those cousins were isolated of their own choice and didn’t care to have anything to do with them versus the other way around.
However, despite Theodore’s rather adult attitude towards most things, Liliana found herself laughing at something she wasn’t quite sure was a joke but was phrased in such a way that she didn’t see how it could be anything other than dry humor. “Rest assured,” she said, the mirth still showing on her face. “You’ll never have to discuss weather or any season’s frocks when I’m around. I’m more of a stockings witch myself.” The last bit was spoken in obvious jest in a manner that was almost flirtatious which frightened Liliana. Since when did she joke around with Theodore.
She shook the thought from her head, however, as Theodore pulled himself out of the pool to walk to the door. That he wished to spend more time with her was pleasing in a way that quite surprised Liliana and so she smiled politely and nodded, waiting until Theodore had left the room to attempt to change it. She closed her eyes and began to imagine exactly what it was that she wanted and as the scent of kept and salt filled her nose and a small breeze tickled her neck, attempting to blow her hair around but not strong enough to move the wet mass anywhere Liliana opened her eyes and grinned. It was less rocky and more sunny than she remembered, but she didn’t mind because the beaches in Bretagne were always like that. She let out a laugh and raced down to the water’s edge, the rough sand scratching her feet but she didn’t quite care. The only thing on her mind in that moment was se baigne*. As she entered the water she looked up devilishly to Theodore. “I hope you’re okay with the Atlantic, the water’s quite chilly probably more so than your pool.”
OOC: *a French word which, in this context, means to swim but also, simultaneously, to bathe.
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How very gentlemanly of you.
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September 06, 2015 11:15 PM
*bows* by Theodore
“Ah, yes we’re obligated in the same way but it rarely takes us out of the state,” he nodded, as she explained her travels were family-related, “You bear your burden well,” he teased.He smiled as she laughed at his comment. He had been half serious, in that such small talk really did irk him, but his humour tended to follow along similar, dry and sardonic lines. He was glad to find it appreciated. He wasn’t quite sure how to react to Liliana’s comment about stockings. He assumed she was also joking but he wasn’t sure he found it funny, so much as… designed to elicit humour from his discomfort. He gave a little laugh to the comment but it was obviously faked and awkward.
He rejoined her, admiring the rough beach, which fit her previous description perfectly. It made him want to sit and drink in the scenery, rather than enticing him into the water, but he couldn’t really refuse when she was already in, and calling to him.
“We swim in the lakes in summer,” he informed her, “Though usually when the day warrants it. Is everyone in France as mad as you?” he asked, gritting his teeth as he stepped into the icy water.
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*bows*
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September 12, 2015 11:50 PM
*curtsies* by Liliana
The light teasing, slight bantering tone of the conversation confused Liliana slightly—she still couldn’t get over the fact that she and Theodore were putting their rivalry aside to have a good time together but she wasn’t going to pass up the chance to goof off a little and so she rolled her eyes in response and only waded further out, gasping slightly as she fell backwards into the water, letting it completely submerge her.“Mad people are rarely the best judge of sanity,” she responded with a smile. “Though I suppose I’d have to go with yes if their willingness to swim in this sort of water is any indication of madness.” She took a moment to pause, basking in the contrast of the warm air and the frigid water.
“What are the lakes like?” She had heard of the Great Lakes before but as most of her traveling was reserved to Europe, going about the rest of the United States really wasn’t something she was familiar with. She quite honestly had only ever been in two states and even then she rarely got out. When she was at school she stayed at school, when she went ‘home’ it was really only for a few days to pack up before heading to England for the winter break or France for the summer.
As Theodore answered her question, she realized with a sudden blush the last instance she had been at the beach. A beach that looked quite similar to the one they were currently at. With a boy whose name was also, coincidently, Theodore even if she did aall the French Theo by his last name, Vetil.
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*curtsies*
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Theodore
September 15, 2015 8:13 AM
*shivers* by Theodore
A grin crossed Theodore’s face as Liliana pointed out that mad people were rarely good judges of sanity. It was almost as if they were having a reasoned argument, or a debate, albeit somewhat in jest. Had he been asked previously, he would never have estimated the Pecari to have it in her.
“Pleasant,” he replied to her enquiry about the Adirondacks, “They have nice scenery and it’s a good region for hiking too. The lake our house backs onto is fairly large, so it doesn’t exactly get warm, though the edges can be. It makes for a refreshing dip to wake yourself up, or if you challenge yourself to do a proper swim, that tends to keep out the cold.”
Apparently, it also provided a romantic setting for a date, if the younger two were to be believed about what they’d seen. Not, they claimed, that anything had been going on between Francesca and Jay, apart from looking rather content with each other’s company. It would have been difficult not to notice his sister’s preference for Jay after she invited him to their holiday home but he had been paying more attention since then. He had noticed that they had disappeared at the same time during the Christmas party - as had others, judging by some of the comments from the rest of the family. He supposed he approved, not that anyone would care what he thought, so long as Jay wasn’t going to get Francesca mixed up with the strange and violent sides of the Carey family. And so long as he wasn’t foolish enough to hurt her in other ways. He wanted to trust Jay - had never had an issue with him prior, and always thought him a good and sensible sort of chap - but he felt protective of his sister, along with experiencing a general dislike of the fact that she was growing up, and that meant away from him.
He brushed these thoughts aside as he returned to the shore. If he wasn’t going to swim properly, he wasn’t going to stay warm enough, and would rather just sit and appreciate the view of the ocean.
“Would you be kind enough to imagine some nice fluffy towels and perhaps a flask of cocoa?” he asked, turning to Liliana. “And are you alright? You’re rather red.” It was a strange colour to be - suggestive of exertion which didn’t really match Liliana’s current level of activity. He would have more expected her to be going blue around the edges than anything else.
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*shivers*
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September 25, 2015 9:02 PM
*imagines* by Liliana
Liliana smiled back, finding that she quite enjoyed Theodore’s grin, there was something pleasant about it. It was different than Atlas’ to be sure, but Theodore and Atlas were such different people that this was to be expected. As he continued to talk to her about the lake that his family visited (or did they live there? She wasn’t entirely sure) she let her body dip lowers into the water so that only her two blueish-green eyes stuck out of the water, keeping them on Theodore so that he would know she was listening.“Do you do proper swims there often?” she asked, wondering what it was like to swim laps in a lake. She figured it be much like at a swimming pool, with still water, but if his lake was big then perhaps there could have been a bit of a current? She thought about it for a minute, certainly the presence of wind might make a lake swim slightly more difficult than a pool one though Liliana herself was used to dealing with waves having always preferred to swim in the sea than a smaller, more stationary body of water.
When Theodore returned to the shore, Liliana reluctantly swam nearer to shore as it would have been rude to remain out where she was while he went in. Certainly not conducive to the bonding sort of conversation they were experiencing in that moment. However, as it became clear he wasn’t planning on coming back in, she pulled herself out of the water, her long hair clinging not uncomfortably down her front and tickling the spot underneath the strap of her bikini top. There was a bit of seaweed stuck to the back part of her left shoulder, she found and she picked it off before it dried and became unmanageable, flinging it back into the water.
“I suppose I could be troubled to do that,” she said, thinking up instead just one towel and something for them to sit on. “I’ve got my own,” she picked up the one that was still lying, crumpled on the ground, and sat down next to him, landing a little closer than she would have liked and hesitated a moment before scooting away the slightest. “Oops,” she said, feeling suddenly embarrassed. “Sorry.” She took a sip of the hot chocolate before passing it to him and then began to busy herself with towel drying her hair. “I hope it’s okay, I prefer mine to be slightly more bitter than sweet.” She licked her lips enjoying the residual flavor. “Joseph always teases me for it ‘cause he has a sweet tooth but what does he know?”
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*imagines*
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Theodore
September 27, 2015 9:43 AM
*imagines all sorts* by Theodore
“I’ve swum the width of it. My next challenge is to do the length,” Theodore answered, when she asked about his swims. “Some days I do a few lengths using the jetties as markers, just so I stay in shape over summer.”He knew that people saw him as a stick in the mud for adhering to such a routine, such boringly wholesome habits, during summer when it was time for relaxing, but he found it to be such - and not without scientific basis too, as exercise was well known for releasing endorphins. He liked to take exercise, to clear his mind, and read interesting books to fill it back up again. If he lay around doing nothing, he became crabby and unsettled.
“Thank you,” he said, as he wrapped the towel Liliana had provided around himself. He hadn’t noticed how close she sat until she apologised and scootched away. No, that wasn’t quite true, he thought. He had been aware of her proximity. Of almost feeling her brush against him. He had noticed. He hadn’t minded.
“Not a problem,” he smiled, wondering if he could bring them back to their previous position without her noticing. Or rather, without her minding. Without it seeming that he had done so for that reason, rather than just by circumstances deriving it.
“Perfect,” he smiled, as she explained the drink was on the bitter side, shifting his position slightly in order to accept it, even though he didn’t really need to. “I don’t particularly care for sweet drinks. Whenever we’re playing Quidditch on a miserable day, I always dream of soup.” He watched as she busied herself with her hair. It left her body exposed. Something that he certainly wasn’t objecting to, although he couldn’t help but imagine she was rather cold.
He would have been lying to himself if he had said he hadn’t thought about Liliana in that way, even before he’d watched her parade around the beach in a bikini. He’d thought about quite a few of the girls at Sonora in that way. ‘That way’ being a desperately frustrated wish to stick his tongue down their throats and to see what it felt like to squeeze various bits of them. He had rated his chances of this happening as fairly low, given the restrictive nature of Pureblood society, although he had had several imaginary conversations where he had out-manoeuvred Portia Dobson and convinced her it was a good idea, and something that everyone did but no one really talked about. Liliana seemed less stuck up than the American girls - he had heard things about French witches which fitted with that - but he had ruled her out on the basis of not imagining being able to have a civilised conversation with her. But now, here they were. Being more than just civil, and very almost touching.
“You know, you’ve conjured up an awfully big towel for just one person. If you wanted to wrap your hair up in yours, I could share,” he invited.
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*imagines all sorts*
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September 27, 2015 10:48 PM
*propositions* by Liliana
Theodore's talk of swimming the width and wanting to swim the length of the lake intrigued her. Swimming was an exercise that she quite enjoyed and she was glad to find an enthusiast in her all around rival though she wasn't sure how much of her regime could count as a "proper swim" since she usually fell to goofing off when others joined her as was always bound to happen at Grandmère's. But all her instances in the pool with her other friends were different than this encounter with the Aladren keeper. And it wasn't just because she was consorting now not with just one but both enemy keepers. She allowed herself a grin before saying "that's quite impressive. I always start off attempting a proper swim but the cousins generally make that a little difficult."The addition of her cousins always complicated things. When she was younger she had always craved their attention, their involvement in her life. But now that she was older she sometimes wished they would leave her be. Ever since his betrothal Joseph had somehow gotten it into his head that he was responsible for her behavior, that the way she and the rest of the family behaved was somehow a negative reflection on him and while she loved him deeply and oftentimes wished she could be as elegant and pretty as Portia Dobson the way Joseph sometimes disapproved of Liliana’s behavior annoyed her to no end. That was Zacharias’ job and as he hadn’t really taken much offense to her behavior other than to politely tell her that she really ought to shape up before she turned seventeen, Liliana didn’t quite feel the need to listen. Had Benjamen been the one to say something to her—or even Reuben (or Merlin forbid Alan) she would have had to listen but they hadn’t.
So, she acted as though she didn't notice that he had moved himself slightly to take the hot chocolate until she'd lifted her head from drying her hair to respond to his comment regarding soup. She rolled over onto her stomach, propping her head up on an arm, the movement placing her and Theodore closer together. Though it had originally been more for comfort she didn't mind the newest development and since he'd said before that he didn't mind the proximity, she didn't say anything. "For me it's always tea, chai's my favorite. Or lemonade if it's hot out, though now that you mention it, soup is always welcome. What's your favorite kind?" On cold winters, Liliana herself had always preferred a meaty soup, something akin to a stew though Grandmère's house elves made amazingly delicious bisques (her personal favorites had to be either lobster or squash).
"Share your towel?" Liliana raised an eyebrow as all the implications of what he was suggesting ran through her mind. She never would have though that stuff old Theodore Wolseithcrafte could be capable of such indirect forwardness. "If you wanted to kiss me you could have just said something." She arched a brow and leaned forward on her elbows, almost daring him to make the first move. And if he wouldn't, she would, it wasn't like she hadn't before. She'd quite liked kissing the other Théo, maybe she'd like this one as well.
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*propositions*
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September 27, 2015 10:49 PM
*propositions* by Liliana
Theodore's talk of swimming the width and wanting to swim the length of the lake intrigued her. Swimming was an exercise that she quite enjoyed and she was glad to find an enthusiast in her all around rival though she wasn't sure how much of her regime could count as a "proper swim" since she usually fell to goofing off when others joined her as was always bound to happen at Grandmère's. But all her instances in the pool with her other friends were different than this encounter with the Aladren keeper. And it wasn't just because she was consorting now not with just one but both enemy keepers. She allowed herself a grin before saying "that's quite impressive. I always start off attempting a proper swim but the cousins generally make that a little difficult."The addition of her cousins always complicated things. When she was younger she had always craved their attention, their involvement in her life. But now that she was older she sometimes wished they would leave her be. Ever since his betrothal Joseph had somehow gotten it into his head that he was responsible for her behavior, that the way she and the rest of the family behaved was somehow a negative reflection on him and while she loved him deeply and oftentimes wished she could be as elegant and pretty as Portia Dobson the way Joseph sometimes disapproved of Liliana’s behavior annoyed her to no end. That was Zacharias’ job and as he hadn’t really taken much offense to her behavior other than to politely tell her that she really ought to shape up before she turned seventeen, Liliana didn’t quite feel the need to listen. Had Benjamen been the one to say something to her—or even Reuben (or Merlin forbid Alan) she would have had to listen but they hadn’t.
So, she acted as though she didn't notice that he had moved himself slightly to take the hot chocolate until she'd lifted her head from drying her hair to respond to his comment regarding soup. She rolled over onto her stomach, propping her head up on an arm, the movement placing her and Theodore closer together. Though it had originally been more for comfort she didn't mind the newest development and since he'd said before that he didn't mind the proximity, she didn't say anything. "For me it's always tea, chai's my favorite. Or lemonade if it's hot out, though now that you mention it, soup is always welcome. What's your favorite kind?" On cold winters, Liliana herself had always preferred a meaty soup, something akin to a stew though Grandmère's house elves made amazingly delicious bisques (her personal favorites had to be either lobster or squash).
"Share your towel?" Liliana raised an eyebrow as all the implications of what he was suggesting ran through her mind. She never would have though that stuffy old Theodore Wolseithcrafte could be capable of such indirect forwardness. "If you wanted to kiss me you could have just said something." She arched a brow and leaned forward on her elbows, almost daring him to make the first move. And if he wouldn't, she would, it wasn't like she hadn't before. She'd quite liked kissing the other Théo, maybe she'd like this one as well.
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October 02, 2015 7:31 AM
Trick or treat? by Theodore
“I know what you mean,” he nodded, as she said the cousins could be problematic and distracting. “That’s Ingrid all over when I’m reading - though I think she’s mostly given up on that one because she knows I’m the least likely to crack. Luckily, when I’m swimming, the worst she’ll do is want a race, or try to keep up with me.”He felt the information about Liliana’s drink preferences filing itself away for future use, although he couldn’t really imagine he’d need it. It was more a habit than anything, especially as her choice was something a little different.
“”It depends on the day. Drinking soups, as a substitute for hot drinks, demand different qualities than mealtime soups that you’d have with good bread,” his preferences for the former were usually cream of tomato or chicken broth, and for the latter carrot and coriander, or oxtail.
Her next comment, however, caused a break in his calm and measured responses, resulting in spluttering and blushing on his part. He regarded Liliana’s face, trying to establish whether or not this was a trick - if he leant in, was she going to pull away and laugh at him? That seemed much more likely than the idea that she’d just make out with him. But then, she was French. He didn’t lean closer, for fear of rejection, but nor did he back away.
“Oh really?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. If she was going to dare him, he’d just dare her right back.
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October 03, 2015 2:22 AM
Smell my feet? by Liliana
Liliana simply tilted her head in response, gaging Theodore’s body language. That he wanted to kiss her, she was fully confident. From her summers in France she had since discerned that loss of word and rosy cheeks when propositions with such an offer was not because the person in question was adverse to the suggestion but rather because they didn’t know how to express their willingness to participate. She had originally decided that she would simply do it if he wasn’t able to fulfill her challenge, but something in her wanted the game—with Vetil it had been different, simple almost. They had moved past the game stage early on though they still enjoyed to tease each other from time to time. They’d had an understanding—until someone had messed that all up and planted ideas into Vetil’s head, at least…She considered the situation in front of her, and instead of leaning forward and planting one on him (which still wasn’t outside the realm of possibility since she thought it would be extremely entertaining to see how much smoke would leave his ears as their lips connected) nailed him with a fantastic grin and replied that it didn’t really matter to her either way, that she wouldn’t think any less of him if he weren’t man enough to do it. “I mean to say,” she clarified. “The French are fantastic kissers so it’s not necessarily as though I have a want of experience.” (Did Americans have a weird vendetta against the French or was that just the British? She wasn’t entirely sure but she was willing to find out.)
Liliana leaned in closely, their faces close enough that should there have been an earthquake or some other massive movement that might cause one to fall into the other their lips would meet, but still far enough away that there was the remote possibility of that not happening. If he really wanted to he could count all the little freckles on her face, she was sure. Why that would be something he’d want to do, she wasn’t really sure though she supposed that could be a good distraction if he turned out to be a vampire since they had to stop and count every little grain of sand or salt one spilled out in front of them (or so she’d heard). She blinked, but other than that started unflinchingly into his eyes. He had really nice eyes, she remarked to herself.
If she’d been asked only a few months prior she never would have named Theodore as her first kiss at Sonora. Perhaps she might have said Duncan just because of all the boys in her age group he was the one she felt closest to (other than Atlas and she really didn’t think there would be much kissing there anytime soon). However here she was, mere inches away from Theodore Wolseithcrafte, egging him on with an “If you don’t do it, I will.” She paused for half a second—not much time to allow him to react though as a Keeper she knew his reflexes had to be quick (hers were and though she was loath to admit it, they were pretty on par as far as Quidditch skills went). Against her better judgment, her breath caught slightly as she allow her face to drift closer to his until it would have taken just a fraction of an inch and—
“Last chance,” she said softly. “Because if you don’t lean back in about three seconds I will be kissing you and there is no going back from there.” After all, kissing wasn’t the only fun activity she had been forbidden to do and though one day she would have to sit quietly and behave properly (and a small part of her did wish to be able to have the capacity to behave in this manner already) she wanted to have her fun now so that then she could look back on her life and say that yes, she had at least lived a little before getting cooped up as some stuffy bureaucrat’s wife.
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October 03, 2015 2:30 AM
I can think of several things I'd rather do by Theodore
This was torture. This was definitely some kind of specially crafted torture. He had wanted nothing more than a bit of no-strings attached fun with one of his classmates. He had kept trying to tell himself that it was nothing more than a fantasy but he hadn’t been able to let go of the fact that he might just be smart enough to talk his way into it. And now here was that possibility being dangled in front of his face and he didn’t know whether he could safely take it, because he wasn’t the one doing the reeling in. The fact that Liliana was daring him, questioning his manhood, served to pull him further in both directions… It was such an obvious trick but at the same time it was working. But he resented that it was working. But it was working.He almost flinched back as she talked about how experienced she was with kissing, as self-doubt plagued him. If Liliana wasn’t bluffing about being willing to kiss him now, then there was no reason to suspect she hadn’t been as brash with other boys. He would be compared. And he’d never kissed anyone before. The possibility of the Pecari laughing at him was increasing with every moment. But, he realised, it was an equal risk at being laughed at for not doing it. He had no safe option. It was, he was both galled to admit and impressed by, checkmate.
He wasn’t totally sure who finally cracked and kissed the other one first. Maybe neither one of them did. He was aware that Liliana leaning in was pretty tempting. Coupled with that was the fact that she had trapped him in a way that he could related to chess terminology - he would have thought that he would find that frustrating; he had wanted to be the smart one, the one to out-manoeuvre someone, and here he was being beaten by someone he didn’t exactly regard as an intellectual high-flyer. But it was actually surprisingly arousing. And then at some point, all logic, all arguments and justifications for either case, had melted away. She had been close enough that he could smell her - mostly, it was the smell of the sea that already surrounded them but it was different enough on her that it stood out, mixed with a hint of bitter chocolate as he felt her breath, and he’d sunk in closing his lips on hers. Whether the feeling had been mutual, and Liliana had moved in on him as well, he didn’t know. Though he would definitely claim it later, if there were any repercussions.
OOC - I have done my best to avoid God-modding Liliana, though had her author’s permission to just in case.
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