alluring melody" kabes

[Iv Trovsky]

Iv gazed down at the moving portrait of his beloved Kabriel, with a doe eyed expression so sharp in his features, it was impossible to conceive a thought aside tenderness and love. After having being together for that long, the bloke was starting to bind with her, in manners he could hardly fathom. In spite of the slate behind him, there was no other singular person capable of the sensations she induced on him. Hard not to mind it, though he was bound to love her, and she was bound to love him in return. Sighing in the most profound and sincere way possible, the man nibbled on the right corner of his lip, repeatedly, as to even chew on it, with a conspicuous dimpled smile lining across. His fingertip etching the contour or her face as she glimmered in the most dazzling light of her teeth displayed plainly at sight for anyone to see, in that bubbly hint that it was unable to escape her whenever she acted or stirred, even. His eyes were parallel to the image from his stead at the very mattress, with his neck craned upwards because of the slant pillow, and his bare torso moulded to the sheets with a pair of slightly ragged jeans to suit him – having his right sustaining the photo just above his stomach.

The man drifted his attention from the photograph to the note laying ahead, fumbling for it with his free hand as he clasped it firmly within his grip to unfold it neatly and commence reading it, almost reciting each word to himself. In a brief intelligence, his girlfriend was requesting his presence at the Auditorium for a private session of dulcet tones, emitted from her lips and a piano. Iv laughed lightly at the idea, scraping titbits of memories from their last encounters to know that food was compulsory, though this time it should be his work, instead of hers. It diverted him utterly to envision the exact whit in which she was to be seen once more, with the glowing and radiant grin lighting up his path. Stacks of books were collected at the verge of his desk, with a thin layer of dust, since the last time he had actually felt engrossed into the task of a lecture; having almost ditched the habit since their last tryst. Having acknowledged that there was something more than just pages filled with words was somehow surreal, yet he was flowing with the current, quite outstandingly. For a rabid reader of his calibre, it was unbearable to keep off the copious bundle, but Kabes was worth the strife.

The man finally shifted away from bed, clawing the edge of the bed as he forced himself closer with a leap, landing heavily on the floor as he twirled at his place so his head and feet swapped positions. Trovsky slipped into a pair of hanky old boots, grasping a slightly thin v-neck sweater to don himself with it, heedless of his tousled mane as he strolled exiting the room, barely aware of handling his wand and pocketing it, along with a package. Sauntering through the hallways was something he was growing fonder of with the pang of thrill augmenting inside him. A quick stop by the kitchen to assure the aliments shouldn’t delay him more than due – or so he expected. He was calm when he picked the basket as he vanished through the door, waving the house elves good bye – not like he had established an unbreakable rapport with them, but closeness with Kabes could grant him their respect and courtesy as to obey whatever command he had, albeit he was never bossy or intransigent at all. “This shall do…” he comforted himself, with a quite satisfied grin.

A slightly long road to the Auditorium was the rest of his journey, ending by the very entrance prior to his intromission. Carrying the light box, the man approached the stage walking the staircase to the very platform. She was not there? It should be a matter of time for her to appear. The man deposited the basket on the floor beside him and seated by the verge of the scenario, having both feet hanging loosely before him, kicking softly in the air as a distraction, as he waited for her.

[kabriel lilly]

How long had he been gone this time? She could never really tell. She missed spending time with him, especially considering the circumstances. Regardless, she'd been keeping busy this entire time and hardly had time for herself these days. As per usual Kabriel fashion, she fell behind quickly and had no idea what she was doing when it came to school. All but her Care of Magical Creatures grades were dismal at best and she had no idea how she was retaining prefect status when she was doing so terribly. At this rate, she would never see the light of day again. She lay on her bed on her stomach, feet propped up against the wall and she stared down at one of her old textbooks. She was sucking on the tip of her quill as it was one of the candy quills, and she scanned the same sentence at least five times. Nothing seemed to stick. She blew some of her bangs out of her eyes once again and stared frustratedly at the words on the page. It was as though the words sunk into her mind but vanished as though they were written in invisible ink.

The young Cossu ran a hand through her light brown locks and stared out the window. She crawled closer towards it and stared down at the grounds. It wasn't sunny that day, in fact the dawn of winter was upon Beauxbatons she could see the grey clouds in the sky threatening either rain or snowfall. It wasn't cold out yet, but she still had no desire to exit the palace on this day. Instead, she wondered on the endeavors of her love. One year ago, if someone had told her that she and Ivanov would have been together this long, she would have immediately doubted them. It was rounding their second anniversary soon, seeing as it was around the time of the Mistletoe ball last year when they somewhat celebrated last time. Otherwise, she wondered if he would be interested in spending time with her. In all honesty, she knew he would be interested she just wondered if he'd put the books down long enough to see her - even for just a few hours.

She scrambled to the side of her bed and pulled out a piece of parchment and quickly scrawled something on it. She hadn't been down to the auditorium for quite some time so perhaps heading down there was ideal. She was maybe going to enchant the piano to play something or other and see if she was any better at that singing thing. Her veela roots were the only thing keeping her from going entirely off key. She wasn't very good, normally, but like with most things, Ivanov seemed to love her all the same.

She changed into a nice red dress one of his favourite colour's on her, and wandered towards the auditorium. She had taken longer than she had thought, so the note that had fluttered into his room landed their sooner than she had thought. She walked slowly, taking her time as she sort of enjoyed the possibility that the boy was going to come and join her, spend some time with her and be as amazing as he always was. She felt incredibly lucky to have him, pleased that he seemed to feel the same way. She opened the door to the auditorium, the creaking sound echoing throughout the hall. She saw one sole figure sitting on the edge of the stage, feet swinging to and fro. Immediately, like a fool in love, the brightest smile appeared upon her face, likening her aura to that of the sun. She couldn't be happier. "Ivanov!" she squealed, running down the aisle towards him. He had hopped off the stage just in time to have her run into his arms and hold him close. His rustic scent wafted over her and she melted into his warm, strong hands. "I can't believe you came." she said softly, resting her chin on his chest and staring up at him before raising herself on her tip toes and giving him a soft kiss.

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[Iv Trovsky]

The auditorium was devoid of presence, as it seemed to be forgone by the rest of the students as they succumbed to the gaudiness of slumber and sloth, quite plastered to their creased sheets whilst swinging their eyes one side to another in the most purposeless manner their minds could contrive. Scores of them would just linger in their sleepiness or doodle along puttering here and there as anything would serve as an incentive to their colourless existences. Ivanov couldn’t assure himself that he was not in the most active of stances yet he was as proactive and brisk as any bloke of his aged character could be. With his perky mood rattling inside him, the Cossu felt restless by bits. Shifting his feet back and fro consequently, he was bound to neglect anything surrounding him, in order to just surmise on what she would be wearing, and how bright her smile would be, this time, and how long would their kisses last this occasion. Iv breathed slowly, holding up the intake of oxygen as he let it in with such ease it was soothing and comforting. Promptly, she would come hither, into his very arms and he could taste the raspberry flavour on her moist lips again. He nibbled on his lower lip at the deem gazing down to the floor.

It didn’t last much before the gates cracked open and from the breach a slender and nimble girl waltzed all the way from the entrance and down the steps to his very embrace, obliging him to hop from the stage to receive her with both arms wide opened, sinking his chin upon her shoulder as he wrapped her closer to him, with her own chin rested on his chest. Iv backed a little as he felt her tipping on her toes so her lips would meet his. The man grinned at the action as he moulded his right hand to her waist and his left to her cheeks, pressing his fingertips softly against her skin in a sweet grazing move. He cocked his head a little so his lips could move in synchrony to hers, in the sweet motion that balanced between aggressive and tender. In the rapture of the moment, he bit softly at hers before smiling amply whilst retreating to admire her beauty.

“I thought this was a private tryst…” he heaved her hand and kissed its back, “You better scram before my girlfriend comes… she’s not nice with sexy gals” he mocked, tugging his tongue out just a little, in a playful gesture. He downed his eyes a little and after a fine large chuckle he kissed her once more, “I really missed you, love” his fingers entwined with hers and he strolled upwards onto the platform, quite wary of his footsteps as he climbed along her. When they did, the hamper was at place with the blanket neatly extended at width and with all the supplies assorted and allotted lushly at the area. Iv detained himself a whit before he crouched to pick something up from the flooring. It was a small detailed bowed coloured paper box that seemed flat and almost paper-thin. The Bulgarian let a mischievous smile lingered on his features for a second or so before shaking it before her face, “Iznenada!… It means surprise…” he handed her the box and waited for her to open it – it contained the photographs taken the last time they had a picnic, when she showed her fascination towards that particular contraption which was his camera.