My name is Theodore Gabriel, and I can talk now!
My name is Harry Montague, and she is mine. (MINE ALL MINE)
My name is Zane Corner, and I made a friend.
Ma name is Luke Winter, an’ I can read.
My name is Alexandre Desbonnet, and I can be a dancing doctor if I want.
(Source: headboy-jamespotter)
As she pecks him over and over again he finds himself smiling at each and every one, and it only seems to grow as she progresses on. At her subtle reminder of what she wants, he finds himself smiling as he takes a moment to just look over her once more. With confidence, he brings his hands up to cup each of her cheeks and he smiles softly at her.
“One moment… let me just do something…” With that, he leans forward to kiss her softly once more, allowing his lips to linger for as long as they possibly can against her very own.
When his hands cupped her cheeks tenderly, curiosity dawned over her. At his small request, she was about to question but every ounce of coherency was silenced by his kiss. Unable to hold her eyes open for much longer, she allowed herself to drift into his kiss. Their lips didn’t move nor falter, just remained touching for a long while. Harper had never been kissed like such before and all she could do was pray it wouldn’t be the last. Wanting to prolong the moment in all its glory, she brought her hands to holds his own and just leaned into his lips more.
“Nothing…” He mumbles onto her lips before he pulls away from her with gentleness, though he allows his lips to linger over her own as he talks. “Nothing at all compares to that of a single kiss. Always remember that, Harper. We could have done anything… but it is that single kiss which I will remember most. For you, too?”
“What is this, Alex? Do tell…” With a soft, cheshire smile she leaned up towards him and hummed louder still. When his words fell from his lips, both her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh? Well, do you wish to kiss me monsieur? Because I wish for you to do so…”
As she edges closer to his being and the humming becomes even louder, the ability to form coherent sentences, or even simple words becomes non-existent. His arm wraps loosely around her waist before he pulls her in fully and he kisses her softly and without a single hesitation, feeling the buzz coat his entire being, which causes him to put both arms around her to keep her as close as she is.
The feel of his lips upon her own was soft and sensuous, but she had to be careful to not lose herself in the moment with him for it could lead it dangerous past times. A slight moan escaped her as she felt him pull her body right into his own and she returned his kiss with a passionate vigor and need. “Take off your shirt,” she whispered onto his lips gently. “Then take off mine.”
When she finally returns her kiss and compliments it with the faintest of moans he smiles to himself as he keeps her distance close. Her commands, although whispered and delicate, are commands he accepts and complies to instantly. His fingers gently run across the buttons of his shirt before he undoes them with ease, and his fingers them travel to the hem of her shirt and he pulls it up and off her frame quickly. With both garments tossed aside, his eyes fall upon her once more as he simply stands and admires for a moment, waiting for her next move.
“I never said stop kissing me, Alex.” Selectively her hands chose to run across his bare chest, feeling the softness despite the cut of his muscles. Harper moved her chin just an inch and placed her lips upon his once again just to peck him softly several times over and over. Between touches, she looked right into his eyes and smiled. “You can touch me, if you want too.” Slowly, but surely she pulled the Siren back inside of her, just to feel if it was real or not.
As she pecks him over and over again he finds himself smiling at each and every one, and it only seems to grow as she progresses on. At her subtle reminder of what she wants, he finds himself smiling as he takes a moment to just look over her once more. With confidence, he brings his hands up to cup each of her cheeks and he smiles softly at her.
“One moment… let me just do something…” With that, he leans forward to kiss her softly once more, allowing his lips to linger for as long as they possibly can against her very own.
“What is this, Alex? Do tell…” With a soft, cheshire smile she leaned up towards him and hummed louder still. When his words fell from his lips, both her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh? Well, do you wish to kiss me monsieur? Because I wish for you to do so…”
As she edges closer to his being and the humming becomes even louder, the ability to form coherent sentences, or even simple words becomes non-existent. His arm wraps loosely around her waist before he pulls her in fully and he kisses her softly and without a single hesitation, feeling the buzz coat his entire being, which causes him to put both arms around her to keep her as close as she is.
The feel of his lips upon her own was soft and sensuous, but she had to be careful to not lose herself in the moment with him for it could lead it dangerous past times. A slight moan escaped her as she felt him pull her body right into his own and she returned his kiss with a passionate vigor and need. “Take off your shirt,” she whispered onto his lips gently. “Then take off mine.”
When she finally returns her kiss and compliments it with the faintest of moans he smiles to himself as he keeps her distance close. Her commands, although whispered and delicate, are commands he accepts and complies to instantly. His fingers gently run across the buttons of his shirt before he undoes them with ease, and his fingers them travel to the hem of her shirt and he pulls it up and off her frame quickly. With both garments tossed aside, his eyes fall upon her once more as he simply stands and admires for a moment, waiting for her next move.
“What is this, Alex? Do tell…” With a soft, cheshire smile she leaned up towards him and hummed louder still. When his words fell from his lips, both her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh? Well, do you wish to kiss me monsieur? Because I wish for you to do so…”
As she edges closer to his being and the humming becomes even louder, the ability to form coherent sentences, or even simple words becomes non-existent. His arm wraps loosely around her waist before he pulls her in fully and he kisses her softly and without a single hesitation, feeling the buzz coat his entire being, which causes him to put both arms around her to keep her as close as she is.
(Source: alexandre-desbonnet)
“Not at all, it is who you are. If it helps, I prefer you as a brunette. Down to personal opinion though, you look lovely either way.” He chuckles once more as he looks at her. “Does it include the singing?”
At his compliment, she reeled back her inner Siren and felt the humming disappear entirely. “I prefer myself as a brunette too, thanks.” With a soft nod, she licked her lips and then sighed. “My singing helps calm people’s nerves whenever I’m not in full mode, you know? I can help soothe a person, but I try not too. It’s unfair to do it unknowingly.”
“A nice thing to do… I remember you telling me about the boy here, Theo? You used it on him? Surely it is a good thing to do if people are not calm…” He looks at her and he smiles before giving a nod. “Brunette is definitely better. C’est vrai, as we say.”
“Yes, Theo. He’s here in Hogwarts now and it’s exactly where I’m not to be. I did use it on him when he was in St. Mungo’s to ease his mind on his saddest days. Yet, I don’t think he ever realized. I prefer it that way because I don’t ever want praise for something I should do, you know?” With a grin, she nodded back. “Thanks, Alex.”
“A very wise thing to be said, though it is not so bad to at least get a pat on the back at times.” He smiles at her as he continues on. “That is a nice thing to do and, although you want no credit, it is an honourable deed to do, to use your powers for goodness, rather than selfish needs.” He nods his head at her once more as he thinks of something.
“Say… There is a Ball here. Would you like to come? I would provide a map for you, so you knew the way…”
“I don’t enjoy pats on the back for things I am capable of naturally, but I do see what you mean.” Harper tucked her hair back behind her elven ear with a smile. “A ball? I believe my institution is invited so I will be going. Why are you going? Got a hot date yet?” With a small laugh, she envisioned him and another equally pretty boy dancing the night away. However, she felt chills creep upon her so she pulled her top back onto her frame slowly. The fabric grazed her bare breasts, causing her to shiver more so.
“Non, actually… I was asking you if you would like to come with me. Though, well… I am not one for publicity. Much.” He chuckles softly as he assists in pulling down her shirt. “Nobody has asked me, nor have I asked anybody until now.”
“Wonder how my boyfriend would feel knowing I turned him down to go with you instead. Hmm, I am willing to find out though so I accept your lovely offer.” When his hands pulled her top down, she wanted to play with him a little. Softly, she began to hum as her eyes swirled like golden pools once more, but her hair remained darkened.
“Ah… I assure you, I will not dampen your relationship with him. As friends we go…” He smiles softly as he feels a light hum fill the air, and he raises an eyebrow. “You hear this, right? That sound…”
“Of course I hear it for I am making the sound.” Harper mused louder as she pulled him even closer. “You know, I wouldn’t be saddened if you did dampen the relationship because someone needs too.” With a single finger, she caressed the buttons of his shirt. “It’s too bad you’re more into boys..” Softly, she hummed more and locked eyes with him.
“Oh… Harper, this is…” Though he trails off there as her finger deftly trails over the buttons on his shirt. As their eyes lock together his eyes become completely glossed over as he concentrates purely on her voice and her voice alone. “I do not have a preferred gender, actually… Not at all…”
