Closed Thrills & Chills Bash Open to ALL!!!

Simon got into it. Maybe it was the fact that it was this particular song being played on Halloween which was always a perfect choice. Maybe it was because he was with AngelFyre and quite honestly, he was loving the hissing combined with her costume - again, perfection. Maybe it was because he was with his friends and for that night he wasn't thinking about his stupid vampire father and the adult fangs that were coming in and this moodiness that was setting upon him that year quite frequently.

Whatever it was, he made sure not to miss a beat and he enthusiastically threw himself into every mannerism and movement there was in that song and by the end he was singing along with Michael.
How Kim had gotten that particular song to play, he didn't know. Maybe it had something to do with the gramophone. Maybe they were somehow imagining it.

Kim had thrown a great party and he glanced around in that moment to look for him but surely he was off socializing with someone. He'd let the host be and not pester him, but be sure to compliment it at some point and thank him for the invite.

"So tell me, my love, why Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein?" he asked as they went to sit down for a moment and take a bit of a rest. "I'm not questioning it's awesomeness because we have certainly made it awesome, but what made you think it? There's vampires... They're quite sexy, you know," he said and smiled widely, probably showing some of those adult fangs, "or there's....Gomez and Morticia from the Addams family." He could have been kissing her all night with that last one.

Eh, why wait? Simon knew to cease these moments when they were together. Night curfew, holiday breaks, summer breaks - enough things kept them apart that when they were together he had to cease these moments. Carpe Diem, after all. Who didn't like a little advice from The Dead Poet's Society?

Simon literally scooted his chair closer to hers with three loud scrapes against the floor that might have been heard over the music and he leaned in, bringing his lips to hers. "I love that you drag me full force into anything, by the way." He certainly wasn't questioning her choice, only what had made her decide such.

Simon spun her around once before setting her down and then walked them over to sit for a minute. The Flash Mob had turned out to be much more successful than she could have imagined. People she knew and did not know had joined in, and one fellow dressed as the Goblin King even managed to incorporate his own unique flavor into the moment with his dance partner in tow. Mission accomplished.

And then she heard Simon's question,"So tell me, my love, why Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein?" As she was beginning to formulate her answer, he continued on by asking why not vampires while needlessly reminding her that vampires were sexy. He was right about that! Or she thought at least one half-vampire she knew possessed that kind of appeal in abundance. Smiling and fanning herself as if flushed by the thought of said half-vampire, she leaned in to meet him halfway for his kiss, whispering, "You could not speak more truth than that, lemme tell ya... that Howard White really is a sizzling, scorching hot, barn burning hunk of dhampir sexiness is he not?" and she softly chuckled before reaching up with both hands to cup the sides of his face before he could pull away, cementing her hungry lips to his.

She and Simon kissed... a lot. Hands. Cheeks. Foreheads. Noses. Ears. Shoulders. Necks. Lips. Quick. Wet. Dry. Deep. Slow. Lingering. Teasing. Exploratory. And each and every time his lips came into contact with her body, things happened within her that even she could not put into words. But one thing she could most definitely ascribe to the feeling was that it was addictive. The lightning bolts on either side of her wig represented that which had brought Frankie's Bride to life. That was not an altogether bad comparison, AngelFyre thought, when it came to Simon's kisses. They electrified her and sparked all kinds of urges and emotions.

Simon was dealing with quite a lot in recent months, but as it turns out, so was his girl. She had responsible parents who had spoken to her of these changes, long before they arrived, so they would not be a complete surprise to her. And because AngelFyre had a quick and curious mind, she had done her own research. She had even spoken to Reverand Galbraith about what she was feeling and sought some guidance from him about what God would expect and how to best manage those expectations.

She suspected her Rev. Galbraith and Simon's nuns had come together, somehow, to discuss the too hot-blooded teen and near teen, as his lovingly gentle admonition had been pretty similar to the refrain Simon was familiar with... leave a distance between you. They were right, of course. Her father was also right to worry. She knew it. She hated admitting it, but she hated the thought of distancing herself from Simon even more. But surely there was a bright, red line that the two could agree to toe, and go no further?

The trick had been in determining where, exactly, that line existed. The good news was they were both aware of the need to find it and abide by it. She had all the faith in the world in them. Together they could do anything, especially if what they were doing would benefit the other. That was the hook that always saved her. Would Simon be hurt long term for a short term benefit? Would she?

Perhaps God should have been her number one reason for any self-control she mustered, but it was always her worry for Simon that set her straight. The most credit she could give the good Lord in such situations was that it was He who created them and their love for each other, so it was He that would bring the concern for Simon to the forefront as a guardrail. That scenario she held a firm belief in and thought to be true. Whatever it was, she was thankful for it.

Moving her hands from his cheeks to his hands, she pulled back from the kiss, her eyes still closed for a couple of seconds. When she opened them, there was a bit of a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips. There was no need to set the record straight about Howard White. Simon Kincaid was her hot hunk of Hufflepuff love and he knew it.

"I cannot lie. They were the first characters that popped into my head when you told me about the invite. We had so little time to pull something together, and I thought these would be relatively easy." Looking at him with a soft smile, she marveled that even dressed like that, green skin and all, he still looked amazingly handsome to her.

Then she continued. "But as time passed, the choice made sense for us right now, on a couple of levels. Superficially one of the appeals was that she, and by proxy me, was a bride. Your bride, specifically. Not gonna lie... love that," and she giggled. Then her giggles left and a slightly more serious mood settled in before she spoke again.

"I was honestly surprised you had never read the book or seen the movie. I guess a vampire theme did not spring to mind because, well, that seems to be exactly the thing not making you happy these days," and she brought her hand up to grasp his chin and gently shake it. "But the funny thing is, love, the more I have thought on it, Frankie is perfect for you. He did not really know from whom or where he came and he was lonely and desperate to find love and connection. All people saw was his exterior and reacted to that, not understanding what a tender soul lay within. So when they spurned him, he became exactly what they feared."

"Now you are pure eye candy, and though your problem presents opposite of the monster's, you both seek the same thing; deep love and connection and an understanding of who you are and where your roots are buried. I know you sometimes feel like you are a monster on the inside, love, but nothing could be farther from the truth. Frankenstein's monster was misunderstood and had a rocky relationship with his creator. You are terribly misunderstood, too, but it is you who misunderstands yourself. You are not a monster, Simon. I know it. Aunt Maggie knows it. Anyone who has ever met you knows it because we have all seen the good in you. Given more time, you will figure out your aura and maybe even get a chance to figure out your creator."

AngelFyre just could not bring herself to call Adrian Hawthorne Simon's father. Creator sounded about right. Destroyer sounded best. In Shelley's version, Victor Frankenstein was not loving towards his creation. That was Adrian Hawthorne through and through. Yet Simon, and the monster, shared the need to explore that relationship.

"The next holiday or break that we spend away from Hogwarts, you should prepare yourself for three movies: Frankenstein, Bride of Frankenstein, and the one I predict will be your favorite because it is a love story between the monster and his creator, Young Dr. Frankenstein. That last one is also funny as heck, and we will be movie quoting it to each other the rest of our lives, just you wait," and her laugh sparkled, as did her eyes, as she nodded most emphatically at her last statement.

"All this talking you make me do has made me thirsty again," and she winked at him. "I am going to get some water. I will bring you some back, too, along with a vampire cookie sandwich. And before you go getting all squeamish, I saw Kim had a Seer plate as well, chock full of eyeballs. I will be hitting that up too," and she squeezed his hand before heading off, quickly turning back to see if he was watching her leave, which she was delighted to note that he was, and so she blew him a kiss, this time followed by no hiss whatsoever.

Roleplaying as Ginyami Midorimori from Mahoutokoro
"English | Japanese"

When Valentin began to explain that he was sure the food was a delight and that he appreciated the creativity of the arrangement, Ginyami began to wonder what other reason there could have been for the Seeker to not want to eat it. It certainly couldn't have been that he wasn't hungry as his stomach had loudly expressed. But Valentin's smile requested he wait, so wait he did, taken by surprise in the meantime by the spin he was pulled into. Speaking eloquently, playing quidditch, playing piano, now dancing, and, Ginyami suspected, from the quality of his lovely tenor, singing...was there anything the Durmstrang student couldn't do? Other than eat, perhaps.

The black-haired boy held tight as he was bid, Valentin's musical laughter contagious as he stretched out his arm and kept his grip on his dance partner. It was then Ginyami wished dearly that dancing had been one of the things his family had thought necessary for their heir to learn, but it wasn't so he hadn't and he felt hopelessly inadequate at it. Thankfully, Valentin made it so easy to go with the flow and follow in his steps, so he at least wasn't making a total fool of himself with his footwork and coordination.

For a moment, a glimpse of the ivory prince's face made him wonder if his thoughts were elsewhere, but he didn't have much time to ponder it, much less ask. Ginyami felt as though he were swept up in a playful whirlwind, spun around again and again until his partner slowed them and they were face to face once more. He regarded Valentin's look of concentration as a hand went to his waist and wondered what the flickering of those micro-expressions he witnessed must have meant. Was he simply lost in the dance, or was he lost in something more?

Regardless of which it was, Ginyami couldn't help admiring the alabaster teen's dexterity, strength, and elegant grace. Dancers had to be so many things in order to be good and it was clear Valentin embodied all of them. He must have practiced quite often to have reached the level of skill he exhibited just then.

As he was guided into a slow circle, he felt Valentin lean close to his ear, his warm breath shifting through his hair before he heard the Seeker begin to whisper to him. It was another fact of himself that Ginyami was astonished he was willing to share just like his dream. He was grateful to know it, of course, and it explained a lot like Valentin's cringing during the first night they had met at dinner. It just seemed so personal that Ginyami was astounded he would share such a thing with anyone, let alone him. It made him feel all the more guilty for not having shared his own dreams when asked about them and he was certainly not used to experiencing guilt.

The imagery of Valentin naked crossed his mind briefly and he looked away for a minute, his complexion deepening to match his face paint yet again as he smiled in amusement. He quickly recomposed himself, however, and squeezed back against the hand that had grasped his, savoring the touch that was both firm and soft. His dark eyes sparkled with mirth when he caught sight of his companion's grin before Valentin looked away again to assess the actions of others surrounding them.

"Thank you for telling me," Ginyami said, trying to be heard over the music as he felt the change in the grip on his hand. He would have said more, but they were still dancing and Valentin had changed his tempo so it was all Ginyami could do to keep up. Despite this, he found he was enjoying himself immensely even just watching the Goblin King's fancy footwork and playful antics. The sheer vigor with which he moved was exhilarating to dance with and Ginyami wondered if his partner had ever entered any dance competitions just as he had once entered piano ones.

The fox did his best to follow along as he watched the performance of the king before him, beaming at Valentin's obvious delight. Ginyami's trailing kimono sleeves spread wide as his arms swayed and his wooden clogs - the same he had worn with his school uniform previously - clacked on the ground in time with the music. He might have preferred different clothing if he had known they were going to be dancing, but he did the best with what he could.

Valentin Schnell (@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood)

Ginyami didn’t need to be a skilled dancer to provide delightful company for Valentin, but he proved capable enough to follow along even so. Goblin king or not, Valentin’s style was fundamentally like a whirlwind indeed. He loved to spin, and to spin his partner, as was a fundamental mechanic of high-speed air maneuvers. After all, for Valentin, dancing was earthbound flight. Quickly, the seeker gauged the experience and tendencies of his partner, adjusting his speed and angles to make them manageable for Ginyami while staying true to the needs of the music. Val made his cues and wishes obvious enough to cross through even a thick wall of concentration, only to find that Ginyami was as responsive and clear-headed in dance as he was in conversation. Certainly the kitsune could do for more practice and a fair bit of formal training, but what was truly necessary – sensitivity – Ginyami gave in abundance. As the Frost Captain guided the young fox interactively across the ballroom, he sensed what a pleasure it would be to have him on his team. Yet, it was the beautiful mirth in the boy’s eyes that really got Valentin.

Although Valentin was a natural and well-trained dancer, this was actually his first dance at a formal, non-family event despite having attended balls throughout his school years. Probably no one in attendance had ever seen this side of him before, other than the party’s host, as Valentin’s usual partners were limited to dance instructors. Rather, when Valya danced in public, it was almost always spontaneous. Only the rarest individuals caught the white seeker whirling about like a dervish when he thought no one else was around. Otherwise, Kim Sato had witnessed Valentin’s moves before on one fantastical day in a blackthorn grove, but that dance with a starstruck female fan had quite another context. It wasn't like the fiddler had captured Val's heart, however much they both loved music. How many had even seen Valentin’s dance when he crashed his co-captain’s detention? The boy’s talent might as well have been a secret, as poorly known as it was, but this suited Valentin just fine. He held it in reserve for only special situations. After all, Valya had never had a romantic partner before, having been declined the only time he’d tried. Most balls had been about backing up Yefim, Durmstrang’s champion, during their antics. As Ginyami was neither a simple fan nor another well-paid dance instructor, this evening truly had a sharp edge of novelty.

As the music ended, Valya felt the wind beneath his wings faltering. His eyelids fell half-shut, and as his lips parted he took two steps towards the other boy.

“Thank you, Ginyami…” slid Valentin’s soft words like wet silver. He reached out to grasp the tops of each of the boy’s arms, then laid his forehead down on the kitsune’s left shoulder. Valya just stood there, on and on, resting his head as if bearing the weight of the world. A pain in his heart told him there was a problem, yet gravity kept pulling him down. The tall king swayed, weary, but tried to regather his strength. He just needed some time. Time. Just… needs some… time…

“… You have what it takes to become a good dancer,” managed Valentin between a heavy sigh and drawing one hand back to rub his eyes. Continuing to rest his head, Valentin replaced his hand on the boy’s bicep before a shudder ran through him like a jolt. Two backwards steps pulled Valya away, and through a spinning headrush he barely maintained his footing. Hadn’t the black oil cleared away with the frivolity of their dance and the marvelous beaming Valya glimpsed on the other’s face? Why should everything hurt so much now, he wondered. It was as if every healed-over wound from the past was beginning to reopen beneath the scars, when all he’d intended was to make the other boy happy. Couldn’t he do that? Make people happy? A cold shiver ran down his spine as Valentin’s heart began racing faster than at any point in the dance.

«Ни… Никогда...» “Ne… never…” sputtered Valentin as he began to fall backwards. 1d100:39 Yet, the white falcon had spent his life in the air, and he swept his leg back with grace into a kneel to prevent himself from falling, even if anyone else tried to intervene. 1d100:1 «Никогда не отпущу… Зинһар. Не отпускай меня… Зинһар,» “I’m never letting go. Please. Don’t let me go… Please,” fluttered notes of intermingled Russian and Tatar. Tucking his head as he gripped his knee in exhaustion, the entire strange scene unfurled with such smooth motions that anyone not paying attention might assume that Valentin was simply bowing down as a dramatic end to a performance. Long, silent moments passed before the kneeling king spoke again.

“Ah, I feel…….” Mithril and amethyst eyes flickered open and closed as he began to hear a strain of music – the same he’d heard one morning on death’s doorstep. “Pain. I’ve done something wrong. It shouldn’t hurt like this –” Valentin paused as he tried to grasp the next words, but his mind came up empty.

"Valetin, you have to wake up... Stay with me…" whispered a memory through the music in the White Immortal’s mind.

Yet, Valentin didn’t understand why he felt like death. All he wanted to do was see Ginyami happy and not be alone anymore.

Stats: STA 8 ✦ EVA 14 ✧ STR 2 ✦ WIS 15 ✧ARC 1 ✦ ACC 15 - Ency
Abilities: Keen Eye ✦ Charmer ✧ Evasive Maneuvers ✦ Fearless

Valentin's English = #CC3333; Russian = #992314; Tatar = #1F0402
Interacting with @Jack Burnett

Interacting: @Cassandra Ironwoods as Verona

English: #008000 Parsel: #008080

"Quit a gentlemen, aren't you?" Haley mimicked Hana, who still hadn't noticed her until now. But who could Haley judge for that? She herself was always under the spell of Ronnie, could she then blame others? No. Did she do it anyway? Yes. Haley wasn't that jealous girl, even with Simon and all his female friends, she had never really minded. Maybe that had been the mistake and maybe that was why something had changed about that.

Haley rolled her eyes when Hana called her Droopy, of course he did. She would have liked it differently but didn't expect it any other way. "No drinks for Miss Umbrella, I got that." She smiled smirkingly back at him and after the girl he had called a pest also just nodded, Haley went on her way. While the blonde girl stood by the drinks, she didn't take her eyes off the three of them. The situation was more than strange, Hana still couldn't take his eyes off Ronnie, which didn't bother her boyfriend at all, and the girl continued to be conspicuously quiet and reserved. Something wasn't right, only Haley didn't know if she even wanted to know. Haley grabbed three mugs and made her way back to the group.

Luckily for Haley, or more likely Ronnie, she hadn't overheard the conversation between Hana and Ronnie. Her hair would probably have turned red again on its own if she had overheard them flirting with each other. Haley knew about Charles and Ronnie, rather what it had triggered in Ronnie at the time. As much as Haley missed Charles and her heart ached at the thought of him, she was also happy that the two of them didn't have to fight over a boy. But it also made Haley think, she had a lot more competition now and while she trusted the boy completely, it was moments like this that would make her trust doubt.

"Here you go." Haley held out a cup to the still far too quiet girl. While Haley had just decided she didn't want to know what was going on, she couldn't help but give Hana an admonishing look. "Miss Umbrella, what have you done to her?" While she didn't even wait for an answer, already assuming that Hana wouldn't answer the question honestly, she went to Ronnie. "And for you, Love." She handed him a cup as well before moving her lips to her own and taking a sip.

"What are you guys talking about?" Haley now joined the conversation, not sure if this constellation would work or not.

Action: Getting Drinks

Roleplaying as Ginyami Midorimori from Mahoutokoro
"English | Japanese"

Impressed and grateful for how adaptable Valentin was for him, Ginyami had quite a wonderful time. He was able to follow along easily enough even for someone who lacked proper experience and training thanks to the Goblin King's plain signals and thus enjoyed himself thoroughly. He hadn't thought he would simply because he had hardly taken part in the activity of dancing before, much less in public, but going with the flow of Valentin's wishes proved to be just as fun for him as he hoped it was for his partner. Eventually the dance was over, however, and Ginyami remembered to be worried again. He noticed Valentin's half-lidded eyes even as he thanked him with supple, fluid words.

The black-haired fox kept close when the king reached for his arms, eager to provide support where he could. As the white-haired boy rested his head on Ginyami's left shoulder, he noted mentally that the Seeker was probably a physical person much like Hiro who enjoyed and even perhaps craved physical touch. Tentatively at first, then gingerly, he wrapped an arm around his peer to stroke his back, wondering if it would help. He wasn't sure if it was the fatigue from dancing, the lack of eating, whatever else might have been distracting him during the dance, or a combination of those things, but something seemed seriously wrong with Valentin. He swayed, then spoke again, telling Ginyami that he had what it took to become a good dancer.

"I am honored you think so, truly," he said with a soft laugh. "In fact, it is you I have to thank for such a delightful dancing experience." But his attention was on the way the Durmstrang student rubbed his eyes and sighed. It was impossible not to notice when Valentin was racked with a shudder and he had to take two steps back, prompting Ginyami to try to steady him with his hands on the other's upper arms.

He was saying something and Ginyami tried to catch the words, but they slipped through his grasp like quicksilver. While he had concentrated on trying to discern said words, Valentin began to lean backwards in what seemed like a fall except that his leg swiftly swept back and caught him in an elegant kneel instead. At first the fox thought he could pick out Russian, but then he wasn't so sure. Even if he was right about the language, he had no way to know what it meant. Did he need someone? One of his teammates, perhaps? But none of them seemed to be around as Ginyami frantically glanced about.

When he turned his focus back on Valentin, his head was tucked and he seemed to be supporting himself up only on that one knee. "Valentin...?" the Japanese teen tried, helplessly at a loss. At last, though, the Goblin King spoke again, and this time in English. What his said did little to reassure his companion.

"Pain? You're in pain?" Ginyami asked, looking him over. Had he hurt himself somewhere? Or was it a deeper ache; one Ginyami couldn't hope to reach?

"Valentin, can you hear me?" he questioned, uncertain about the state of the White Seeker's mind. "Can you...can you lean on me? We should take a break for a little while. You need to rest and eat something, even if it isn't here." Real concern saturated his voice as he tried to get through to his peer, attempting to lift one of Valentin's arms to drape about his shoulders.

Valentin Schnell (@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood)

With Ginyami’s hand stroking Val’s back like a big cat, the seeker’s eyes blinked in slow pulses. It was working – Valentin began to talk again. Yet, once the seeker grasped Ginyami’s arm only to begin falling away, the kitsune’s progress splintered. Ginyami followed after him with his hands and voice, maintaining a lifeline to the king who flickered on the edge of lucidity.

"Valentin, can you hear me? Can you...can you lean on me?" The boy draped Val’s right arm about his shoulders, surprisingly lightweight despite his tall athletic build. What was truly shocking, however, was the temperature of Valentin’s skin. As he burned feverishly hot, beads of sweat formed on the goblin king’s brow, only to quickly give way to red, dry skin. Rapid but shallow breaths accompanied a shaky squeeze onto Ginyami’s waist as Val’s eyes shot in panic towards him. Irises of silver and hyacinth, only moments ago laughing with inner light, gave way to the large pools of black in his fully-dilated pupils. Valentin stared into Ginyami’s eyes for a moment, summoning strength into his left arm as it came around the fox’s neck to clasp its mirrored right wrist. A heavy tremor passed through Valya’s body as his eyebrows raised and his gaze broke from Ginyami’s, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Valentin’s head sank onto the boy’s neck as Ginyami’s shoulders took on a wave of bodyweight, but the angle of the king’s collapse made for a more bearable load.
Through tendrils of black fog, Valentin saw a radiant undulation – something was swimming through the dark, blindingly bright. It shimmered like living titanium and captivated the seeker for an unknowable stretch of time. He couldn’t make out quite what it was despite wincing through the glaring light, but he understood nonetheless. It was all just like the vision he had seen before, when weaving together Ginyami’s melody. There was no one else it could be, for it reverberated, resonated, at just the same frequency and timbre as Ginyami’s most relaxed tone of voice. Valentin tried to reach for the creature, only to find his own fingers unsuitable for seeking. Wicked claws curved out of his hands, scaled over with iridescent silver and translucent like ice, while wafts of frost sank around him with a terrible chill. He, too, lit up passing clouds of humid blackness with a lustrous glow, but once Valentin looked up again, the creature was gone. Were they... the same? Was there someone out there like him, this boy, making Valentin not the last of his kind after all? Why else would he find Ginyami there?

“Gin –” began Valentin, shattering the silence and sending his consciousness spiralling back to the ballroom. Fluttering his white eyelashes as he awoke, Valentin found his nose tucked into the other boy’s warm neck.

“Ginyami... What happened?” His fever now broken, Valentin’s skin felt cold and clammy, but life slurred back into clarity in Valya’s keen eyes as he began to look around. “Where –” Squeezing tighter around Ginyami’s shoulders, Valentin tried to take back some of his own weight, but he had to stop when he realized that his feet had grown numb and now knocked about awkwardly in their attempt to regain solid footing. With a sigh, Valya layed the bridge of his nose back against the boy’s neck. “I’m so sorry. I am cruel, dragging you into this…”

Roleplaying as Ginyami Midorimori from Mahoutokoro
"English | Japanese"

Kuso...Damn it... the fox thought as he felt Valentin burning up and witnessed the sanguine tint of his skin. He didn't like the shallow way his peer was breathing, either. What was he to do, though? Was it a fever? The result of fatigue after the dance or of a lack of food? His dilated eyes, now more black voids than silver or amythest, did not bode well. "Stay with me, Valentin," he urged, not knowing what he would do if the White Seeker of Durmstrang passed out on him.

Fortunately, Valentin seemed to have enough strength still to hang on, clasping his opposite wrist around Ginyami's neck. It wasn't long after, however, that those too-black eyes rolled back into his head and, with a tremor Ginyami could feel pass through Valentin, the goblin king fell limp against him, his head tucked against his neck. The Japanese student shifted his companion's weight so as to support him more easily. He might not have been sure where to take Valentin, but he knew he had to at least remove them from the party for the time being.

Once they were outside of the ballroom in the hallway, Ginyami very gingerly set Valentin down against a wall, debating if he should bring him back to his room, but they were quite a ways away from where the foreign students were staying. Besides, he didn't know if he could get Valentin food there. Just as he was trying to determine if he should sneak back into the party to get something for his under-fed friend, Valentin seemed to start to come to, a part of his name leaving the albino boy's lips.

"Valentin," Ginyami uttered, happy to find the king awake once more. "I think you might have slipped out of consciousness. I really think you need to eat something. Do you know where we might be able to find you some suitable food?" Quickly, he added, "I do not have to be around if you want to eat in private, but I really do think you should eat. You were very hot and I fear you may be sick."

Reaching out to rest the back of his hand against Valentin's forehead, he found that the fever must have broken, but he still worried for his health. Upon hearing the other teen's apology, however, he shook his head. "Please, no need to apologize. You cannot help it. I am only happy I was able to be of assistance when you fell unconscious. I fear what might have happened to you had no one noticed."

The feeling of Valentin's nose and breath against his neck had Ginyami feeling somewhat warm himself, but not due to sickness. He ignored it in favor of trying to determine what to do for Valentin. "Do you want to leave the party? We can always come back later."

Valentin Schnell (@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood)

NO WAY- NU UH- her plan was going so well when she obviously already started to get on the silly DEMON boy's (yes emphasize on the demon) nerves. But someone just had to ruin it. A tall foreign boy has come to return the demon boy's apple, what. a. gentleman. and what's worse is they both somehow flirting with each other. Who in their right mind thinks that this dwarf demon is cute or ugh- sexy? Even thinking about it leaves an incredibly disgusting taste in her mouth, and she swears she's going to barf. For a boy with a pretty face, he sure has very ahorrible taste.

"Is she okay, mate? She looks furious". Finally, an opening to make her grand entrance, but of course, the dwarf demon is quicker to respond. “Oh her? Nah, that’s just her natural resting face, Actually, she’s just terribly shy. Poor girl is just clinging on to me until she feels more comfortable with other people. It’s cute that you’re worried." Blergh- now that is the time she should've barfed. Pea tries to stay as calm as she could, so she wouldn't be acting too impulsively in front of the tall stranger. But the more she heard noises that came out of Hana's mouth, the more she wants to punch his bloody stupid face all the way to the dungeon.
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Well now enough is enough, she tried being patient, but it is simply futile. Pea pushes Hana harshly with one of her hands, hoping that her beauty and alluring nature would work in her favor, Pea looks into Andreas's irises and points to her mouth and her wand while looking acting very distraught. She points and Hana trying to indicate that he has done horrible- very horrible thing to her.

Although there is no noise coming through he mouth, she still mouthing her words to Andreas, while still looking acting like tears verging on her misty blue eyes. "HE CAST A SPELL ON ME." She tries to mouth, "THIS BOY HAS BEEN TORMENTING ME!" Pea howled even though no noise came out. But her expression- it was magnificent- she could convince anyone that Hana has been bullying her for a long time, and everyone will believe her, heck- she convince herself. Finally, the boy's date came back, bringing her a drink. She take the cup and took a sip, tired from the exaggeration acting she have done, just trying to convince Andreas that Hanako have been tormenting her.

Pea's dialog on this post are just silent screaming as she is still under the tongue-tying spell.
Action : acting crying in front of Andreas so he will remove the spell.
Interacting : @Hanako Tone, Verona Carlito Andreas @Cassandra Ironwoods, @Haley Rose

"Stay with me, Valentin," surged Ginyami’s voice through the blackness in the seeker’s mind. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard it, ‘stay with me,’ and it seemed what Valentin thought meant forever only implied a short time for most. Once Romeo had saved Valentin’s life, his limits to those words soon appeared. Yet, Ginyami was another person and echoes of the auguries still rang in Valentin’s memory, unfulfilled, while Valentin had yet to test the limits of this kitsune. If Romeo’s rejection left Val great emptiness, the seeker would soar through it, even if it meant new horizons. All the comet of a boy could do was keep trying in the hope that, one day, someone would capture him into close orbit. What Valentin wanted was, however, more complicated and unusual than a typical relationship – a fact his ancestry guaranteed.

Letting the feverish darkness take him, Valentin’s head came to rest on Ginyami’s shoulder and, with his mind gone, the goblin king’s slack body surrendered to the Mahoutokoro boy’s command. When Valentin awoke, disorientation slowed his grasp of where they were, and he squeezed tighter while he tried to regain control of his body.

"Valentin, I think you might have slipped out of consciousness. I really think you need to eat something. Do you know where we might be able to find you some suitable food? I do not have to be around if you want to eat in private, but I really do think you should eat. You were very hot and I fear you may be sick."

Valentin’s expression warmed at the concern in the fox’s voice – this is him, the one in the black pool … beautiful. Finding himself wedged between a wall and the dark-haired boy, Valentin sighed with a smile before laying his nose back into Ginyami’s neck with pure contentment. The meaning of the other's words slowly percolating into him, Val couldn’t help feeling happier despite whatever trouble he was causing his friend.

“I’m so sorry. I am cruel, dragging you into this…” So I had a fever, Valentin realized. It was like his father’s notes described, but if he wasn’t careful…

"Please, no need to apologize. You cannot help it. I am only happy I was able to be of assistance when you fell unconscious. I fear what might have happened to you had no one noticed. Do you want to leave the party? We can always come back later."

“I want to be with you, never wanted to cause such a commotion nor ruin your fun,” emerged Valentin’s words, slower than usual through the fog in his head. It really had been lucky that Ginyami was there to take care of him, thought the seeker. “I… must have lost track of time, trying so hard to figure things out. I forget to eat when concentrating, trying to go so fast but before I know it, days have slipped by. Please understand, I’m not usually this way; I’m very healthy when I’m not trying to… er… This is just a special time… I can tell you more when we’re truly alone. If you want, let’s just step around the corner and, if no one’s there, I’ll try to eat. My friend gave me some grapes; they’re in an unsmashable pouch in my right coat pocket. In no time at all, I’ll be right as rain…” Leaning back to look at Ginyami’s face, Valentin’s hands grasped the boy’s shoulders and he nodded to indicate he was ready. With a squeeze and a nudge of his chin, Valentin held on to accept Ginyami’s assistance in hobbling a few meters down the hallway. Once they turned the corner and left the line of sight of the ballroom entrance, Valentin leaned back against the wall.

“Thank you so much for helping me. This would be a disaster without your kindness.” With his right arm lingering around Ginyami’s shoulder, Valentin felt strength re-entering his legs. Taking all his weight back into the wall, Valentin’s palm slid away, soft as a wisp of clouds in brushing the side of Ginyami’s neck. The goblin king straightened his back as he suppressed the buckling of his legs beneath him, then began chuckling over the state he was in. “One day I’ll make this all worth it to you. Small price to pay, I promise.”

As the inevitable approached, Valentin pushed more confidence through his resolve to combat a growing terror. Still, with Ginyami right there, the thin seeker’s throat tightened with nervousness. Just treat it like any daredevil stunt, Valya told himself. The fear is thrilling. Enjoy this. Make it your own. Go harder just to show how fun this is. With a warping grin, Valentin stood up straighter against the wall. He distracted himself for a moment by admiring the fascinating texture and soothing blackness of Ginyami’s hair while clenching his left hand into a ball.

“I want you to do it, please. Feed me. Haha… Yeah, sorry, please. It will help. If I choose to make it even scarier myself, it feels like I control the fear.” Valentin’s shaking right hand flitted down to undo the buttons on the front of his coat 1d20+15-5=11+10=21. High-pressure athlete that he was, Valentin’s hand made quick work of its task and opened the wing of his coat to reveal an inner pocket to Ginyami. Valya’s mithril-shine gaze stared unbroken into his darker eyes, but with Val's white undershirt revealed, the seeker’s fast breathing was clear.

Valentin's Coat:

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Valentin's English = #CC3333; Interacting with @Jack Burnett
@Kim Sato or others are welcome to sneak up and embarrass the **** out of Valentin.