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hailstorms) wrote2013-08-08 01:09 am
hailstorms) wrote2013-08-08 01:09 am
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[au meme] #1 - hogwarts
~700 words
bekumiza.
If Mizael had thought that Vector’s true nature being revealed - which blah, blah, it’s all so dramatic and not even in the fun way - would mean an end or even a lessening to Vector’s visits, he’s out of luck. And Vector kind of thinks he had thought that, at least given the face Mizael pulls when he sees Vector come into the empty classroom he’s studying in.
Though, come to think of it, Mizael always pulls that face. Boring.
“What’s the matter, dearest cousin?” Vector croons, leaning in close and putting his hand on the pages of Mizael’s textbook, right where Mizael’s eyes had been fixed a moment before. It prompts a snapped don’t call me that as Mizael slams the book shut - narrowly avoiding Vector’s swiftly-retracted hand - and that has Vector laughing, little giggles that bubble up in his chest and make him nearly hiccup with it. See? How could he ever stop visiting Mizael? Besides how entertaining he is, even, he’s family. And all the place knows it now, don’t they?
Ooh, that must really burn at his poor cousin.
“You’re the matter,” Mizael snaps eventually, obviously having worked out by now - as if he shouldn’t know from the start - that Vector’s not going to leave without getting at least some entertainment.
Vector laughs, of course.
“Ooh, Miza?” He pauses, looks thoughtful, and then, “Ohhhhh! I get it! You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
Mizael’s expression is perfect. “What would I be jealous about?” he spits back.
“You’re jealous,” Vector answers immediately, slides around the table to be between it and Mizael, “Because now everyone knows aaall about me, so it’s not just our dirty little secret any more.” He keeps moving closer all the while, hands on either side of Mizael’s head to keep him trapped in the chair. “The real me isn’t all yours any more, and that just burns you up inside, huh?”
Mizael hisses and pushes at Vector’s chest, but there’s no force behind it. Never is any force behind it; Mizael doesn’t really want to hurt his dear cousin, after all.
They’ll work on that.
In the meantime, Vector ignores the hands on his chest and only leans in closer until he can feel the heat radiating from Mizael’s flushed cheeks, until Mizael must be able to feel Vector’s breath where it sighs out over his skin and stirs the strands of hair that hang down around Mizael’s face. “Everyone knows all about me now. Nothing to make you special any more, hmm~?” He adjusts the angle of his face until their breath mingles, Vector’s slow, steady breaths mixing with Mizael’s shallow, nervous near-gasps. “I could stop coming to see you any time, and then what would you have, Mi~za~el?”
“I don’t--”
“Hush, cousin,” Vector chides, slots his mouth against Mizael’s to silence him properly. And ooh, but that’s better even than he expected. Mizael goes all rigid and wide-eyed, mouth falling open - see, Vector thinks, knew it, Miza - enough that Vector can slip his tongue in, slide it against Mizael’s own. Which is warm and wet and strangely slippery but nice, and something he’s pretty certain he’ll think about doing again.
Especially when he sees the look on Mizael’s face when he finally pulls back, the wide eyes and burning cheeks and the mouth still hanging open. Definitely something to try again, he thinks firmly.
He grins as he stands up straighter, reaches in to tug a lock of Mizael’s hair with a sharp little giggle until it’s laid against the red of his cheeks and exclaims, “Look, cousin, now you match your house colors!”
He laughs again at Mizael’s sputtering, tweaks at Mizael’s tie this time before he slips back around the table where Mizael can’t get at him and turns to leave entirely. He doesn’t worry in the slightest that Mizael will try to fire a curse after him - not Mizael, the through-and-through Gryffindor, and certainly not while he’s still sitting there, spluttering uselessly. “Don’t worry, Mi~za~el,” he calls behind him as he reaches the door, “You don’t have to worry about losing me! How could I ever leave my dear cousin all on his own?”
He hears Mizael’s textbook hit the door hard as it shuts behind him, and laughs all the louder for it.
bekumiza.
If Mizael had thought that Vector’s true nature being revealed - which blah, blah, it’s all so dramatic and not even in the fun way - would mean an end or even a lessening to Vector’s visits, he’s out of luck. And Vector kind of thinks he had thought that, at least given the face Mizael pulls when he sees Vector come into the empty classroom he’s studying in.
Though, come to think of it, Mizael always pulls that face. Boring.
“What’s the matter, dearest cousin?” Vector croons, leaning in close and putting his hand on the pages of Mizael’s textbook, right where Mizael’s eyes had been fixed a moment before. It prompts a snapped don’t call me that as Mizael slams the book shut - narrowly avoiding Vector’s swiftly-retracted hand - and that has Vector laughing, little giggles that bubble up in his chest and make him nearly hiccup with it. See? How could he ever stop visiting Mizael? Besides how entertaining he is, even, he’s family. And all the place knows it now, don’t they?
Ooh, that must really burn at his poor cousin.
“You’re the matter,” Mizael snaps eventually, obviously having worked out by now - as if he shouldn’t know from the start - that Vector’s not going to leave without getting at least some entertainment.
Vector laughs, of course.
“Ooh, Miza?” He pauses, looks thoughtful, and then, “Ohhhhh! I get it! You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
Mizael’s expression is perfect. “What would I be jealous about?” he spits back.
“You’re jealous,” Vector answers immediately, slides around the table to be between it and Mizael, “Because now everyone knows aaall about me, so it’s not just our dirty little secret any more.” He keeps moving closer all the while, hands on either side of Mizael’s head to keep him trapped in the chair. “The real me isn’t all yours any more, and that just burns you up inside, huh?”
Mizael hisses and pushes at Vector’s chest, but there’s no force behind it. Never is any force behind it; Mizael doesn’t really want to hurt his dear cousin, after all.
They’ll work on that.
In the meantime, Vector ignores the hands on his chest and only leans in closer until he can feel the heat radiating from Mizael’s flushed cheeks, until Mizael must be able to feel Vector’s breath where it sighs out over his skin and stirs the strands of hair that hang down around Mizael’s face. “Everyone knows all about me now. Nothing to make you special any more, hmm~?” He adjusts the angle of his face until their breath mingles, Vector’s slow, steady breaths mixing with Mizael’s shallow, nervous near-gasps. “I could stop coming to see you any time, and then what would you have, Mi~za~el?”
“I don’t--”
“Hush, cousin,” Vector chides, slots his mouth against Mizael’s to silence him properly. And ooh, but that’s better even than he expected. Mizael goes all rigid and wide-eyed, mouth falling open - see, Vector thinks, knew it, Miza - enough that Vector can slip his tongue in, slide it against Mizael’s own. Which is warm and wet and strangely slippery but nice, and something he’s pretty certain he’ll think about doing again.
Especially when he sees the look on Mizael’s face when he finally pulls back, the wide eyes and burning cheeks and the mouth still hanging open. Definitely something to try again, he thinks firmly.
He grins as he stands up straighter, reaches in to tug a lock of Mizael’s hair with a sharp little giggle until it’s laid against the red of his cheeks and exclaims, “Look, cousin, now you match your house colors!”
He laughs again at Mizael’s sputtering, tweaks at Mizael’s tie this time before he slips back around the table where Mizael can’t get at him and turns to leave entirely. He doesn’t worry in the slightest that Mizael will try to fire a curse after him - not Mizael, the through-and-through Gryffindor, and certainly not while he’s still sitting there, spluttering uselessly. “Don’t worry, Mi~za~el,” he calls behind him as he reaches the door, “You don’t have to worry about losing me! How could I ever leave my dear cousin all on his own?”
He hears Mizael’s textbook hit the door hard as it shuts behind him, and laughs all the louder for it.
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