Post by Finnegan Darby on Jan 27, 2011 23:38:42 GMT -5
He could definitely agree with the first part. So he did.
"Yes, they're troublesome, and a headache besides." He knew little of drama concerning older women, as the only girls he'd ever played around with -- all terrible experiences and he never would again -- had been his age, at the most a grade or two higher. Technically, yes, those were older women, but he had a feeling that wasn't what Cyan meant. Right?
Wait, had Cyan just said lovely? And... what? Streaking? Was Cyan serious?
He certainly looked serious.
But that was all crazy talk. All of it. Every single word.
Finnegan had already spluttered, mumbled, and muttered, so this time he went for the stutter, his eyes wide and his cheeks tinted a bit red -- from the cold, of course. "W-w-what? Lovely? I, umm, thanks?" That had been a mess, but at least he'd gotten through it. "And, what? I would never-" Maybe before, but never ever ever now. Ever. Butt-naked in the cold? That was just wrong on every level possible.
The Hufflepuff drew himself up. "I don't know what you mean by being stiff, either. I'm acting completely normal. You're the one that's all... huggy and stuff." Right? Cyan was totally off, anyone could see that. He was just being a good Samaritan, helping the Slytherin out by pointing out what was obviously wrong.
Awwwww. Poor Finny was trying to respond to everything at once!
Cyan rubbed the other boy's head with his left hand, messing up his smooth blond threads of hair. It was silky and soft, quite a bit like a rabbit's fur. He continued rubbing it. It was such a nice feeling. The hufflepuff's aroma increased in strength.
A grin stretched across the slytherin's face.
"What's wrong with being all huggy and stuff?"
Solely for the purpose of antagonizing this adorable bunny, Cyan leaned forward and gently kissed the lad on the forehead, stepping back and removing his hand a moment later--he was sure he'd be swatted or worse if he stayed too close.
He began laughing at Finny's all-too-predictable expression.
Well, something that was normal after all was that Cyan liked to tease--he just didn't usually like to tease boys romantically of all things before. How ridiculous!
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Finnegan Darby on Jan 28, 2011 15:10:11 GMT -5
Abruptly, Cyan's hand was on his head. Finnegan's expression turned to one of slight disbelief. Was Cyan petting him? You know, like you would a dog. He stayed still, frozen in place, staring as the other boy molested his sunshine hair.
That wasn't a normal thing to do, right? What was up with Cyan today?
And then, the coup de grace: swift as a dropped bomb, and nearly similar in effect, Cyan swooped in and kissed him. On the forehead. With his lips.
Finnegan's expression was one of complete shell-shock. His face drained of its usual peachy color and turned a more blanched white. His forehead felt hot from where Cyan's lips had infected him; great, now he'd get sick too. Wasn't that how it worked?
After what felt like a hundred centuries, he was finally capable of speech. He wet his lips and creaked open his mouth, fully prepared to give Cyan a piece of his mind. Sick or no, you didn't just go around kissing people. Unfortunately, his mouth and brain were not fully on the same page yet; one or the other lagged atrociously.
He tried, though.
"Wha- wha- wha- whaaat?"
A good start, right? Finnegan's hands, finally freed of their paralysis, shot to his face, covering up his deflowered forehead and prohibiting further attacks there. His cheeks burned bright red as he tried speech again.
"You can't do that!"
A smarter man would have fled; unfortunately for him (and perhaps fortunately for Cyan), just a change in personality didn't have anything to do with increased intelligence.
The slytherin's giggles burst out into full-blown laughter. He stumbled back onto the bench, laughing, rolling and kicking up his legs up even as his dear friend protested. He noted that Finny's cloak was quite a pleasant blanket to lie back on.
"And why the bloody hell not?" he chortled, wiping a tear from his eye with one pale finger.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Finnegan Darby on Jan 28, 2011 15:54:23 GMT -5
He would've scowled, had he been able to break his face free of the whole ohmygod-he-kissed-me look. Cyan was near hysterics with amusement. Was it really that funny?
Uh, no.
"Because- because!" He fumbled for an excuse that would be simple enough for Cyan to understand. Somehow, he had a feeling that saying because normal people didn't just go off and kiss other people wouldn't do the trick. Cyan, obviously, was not a normal person.
"You just can't!" he finally spit out, going with the most basic of reasonings. "This isn't the place -- or time! -- for that stuff." No, in fact, this was a place for magic-practicing. You know, like he'd been meaning to do all along.
As his laughter died down a little, Cyan returned to a sitting position, still grinning like a hyena.
He stood up carefully.
"Oh, you're so right," agreed Cyan boldly, nearing his pet friend. "I don't know what's come over me." He leaned forward, sneakily wrapping his arms around the other boy's neck. His left hand grasped the wrist of his right.
"So where would be the place for this, Finny?"
Cyan smiled. He felt very happy at the idea he was way too close. The time suggested by Finny was, of course, now.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Finnegan Darby on Jan 28, 2011 16:23:30 GMT -5
Why did Cyan keep stalking closer to him? Finnegan was fine with the distance the other boy had put between them only recently. Why couldn't Cyan stay put, you know, there?
Why, why, why. He held back tears.
At least Cyan agreed with him. That was good... r-right? Shakily, Finnegan's head nodded, his baby blues widening with every step Cyan took his way. He wouldn't try to kiss again, would he? Too bad for him, Finnegan's precious forehead was now guarded by his trusty laced-together hands. There would be no more sneaky lips finding their way there anytime soon. Of course, like that, he left himself entirely open when Cyan attacked.
He was suddenly caught in a headlock of sorts. Of course, said headlock more involved arms around his neck in a casual manner rather than his head being thrust in his opponent's armpit and the top of his head noogied until he cried for mercy, but the fact was it left them again too close. Finnegan was not alright with this at all.
"P-place?" His nerves completely frazzled, the Hufflepuff stared at his captor like a deer in headlights. "Well, not here." What did he even mean by this? Was Cyan talking about more kissing? That would never ever be allowed to happen.
Even if he'd had interests in that sort of thing the day before, he surely didn't now.
This boy... was a dear in the headlights in the most obvious sense. Cyan wasn't sure what headlights were, but it certainly fit this situation.
He inched forward a little more until he was very close to Finny. His left hand now gripped his forearm instead of his wrist.
"Not... here?" he echoed softly, whispering, their warm bodies ever-nearing, his deep blue eyes gazing into Finny's baby blues as if luring him for the hunt. He'd only made eye contact with the hufflepuff for the briefest of moments before, and he was certainly going to draw this one out.
Oddly enough, he didn't see any odd imagery like he typically did. Perhaps it was just that kind of day.
Finny's scent was quite infatuating, really.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Finnegan Darby on Jan 28, 2011 16:43:24 GMT -5
Finny blinked; Cyan was suddenly several inches nearer. Just his imagination? Possible. Maybe this entire event was just some crazy hallucination made to punish him for something-or-other. Maybe he was just dreaming.
Yeah. Yeah, that sounded nice.
Cyan spoke, and his voice was kinda... huh. He didn't know how to describe it. It was...
Wait. Cyan was closer. Like, near-kissing distance. Again.
Somewhere inside Finnegan's brain, an alarm went off; the paralysis finally broke and instinct took over. Fight or flight, right? He took the most obvious way out.
Like a trained athlete, he ducked under Cyan's hold and stumbled back a few paces, out of his reach. One sneaker -- not proper uniform, no, but he hadn't been able to find anything else -- caught on something and he went tumbling onto his butt, legs sprawled before him.
"Not... here!" he repeated, this time a bit more vehemently and out of sorts. His face the shade of a ripe tomato, the Hufflepuff scooted backward. "T-this is school! We should be learning, not... that."
He couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. You know, that whole kissing thing. Yuck.
And finally, Finny became a man. Drat, thought Cyan as the rabbit wriggled free from his touch. All the same, a grin soon reappeared as he looked down at the fool in the mud/snow/dirt turf. He took a few paces nearer.
"Really? And you're already lying down for me and everything!"
Did Cyan O. Reed, worshiper of women everywhere, just make a man x man joke? Why, yes. Yes, he did. Why hadn't he done stuff like that before? This was really quite fun!
"So," he continued, crossing his arms as he gazed down at his companion. "What should we be doing, then?"
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Finnegan Darby on Jan 28, 2011 17:17:01 GMT -5
He was most definitely, one hundred percent not lying down for Cyan. That, that -- no. Just no.
His blue eyes narrowed as Cyan dared to take steps his way. Why on why did the Slytherin delight in torturing him so? Maybe it had something to do with being a Slytherin. Hmm.
"I'm not-- not for you," he protested, and rose awkwardly to his feet, brushing mud/snow/dirt from the seat of his pants. Greaaat. Now he'd need to change, too. Or just do magic and clean it up. His hand went to his pocket and he froze again. He didn't... have... his wand. Oh, oh no. He was so definitely trapped now. If Cyan realized how helpless he really was, this could only get worse.
Finnegan faked unconcern -- the facade was obvious. "Well, you know, I was gonna practice, but, aha, I might just... go back now. You know. The weather's getting kind of bad anyway"--it wasn't--"so, uh, might be the best thing to just... go?"
He simultaneously attempted to form his face into a smile and wipe the mud from his arms. Neither went very well.
Finny had the most adorable distressed expression Cyan had ever seen.
Cyan chuckled.
"What are you doing?"
The slytherin whipped out his wand, flicking at his... male companion. "Scourgify." The grime on the lovely blond was instantly wiped away. He then promptly slipped his wand back in his pocket.
"I thought we already agreed at how nice it was today," he responded carelessly, glancing up at the warm cloud-flecked blue sky. He then flicked his curly brown hair and faced Finny once more.
Cyan's teeth flashed, and he took a few rapid steps forward, deftly unclasping the cloak, stripping it from his body, and re-clasping it about Finny's neck.
"It looks good on you."
Cyan wanted to give Finny a peck on the cheek, but sexual harassment could only go so far.
He stepped back.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later." There were always more fish in the see, after all. He waved and turned around, taking a very slow steps. "Oh. And next time you come out here to practice magic," he continued in a tart voice without facing the most charming flustered lad, "make sure to bring your wand."
That's right. He'd noticed it and was letting his prey escape.
A devilish smirk appeared on the young slytherin's lips. Step one: express obvious attraction. Step two: assist. Step three: leave without letting the seducee paying back his debt.
Oh, yes! cheered Cyan in his head as he slowly (quite slowly) walked away. That rabbit will be mine!
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Finnegan Darby on Jan 28, 2011 18:07:14 GMT -5
Cyan's wand came out--
Whoa.
You know what I mean. The wooden one.
...That still doesn't sound entirely right BUT ANYWAY, the wand was out, and pointed his way, and for a brief moment Finnegan feared for his virginity. But then the wand was away and he was squeaky clean again. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
Again again again Cyan approached. Finnegan did nothing but stare dully at him this time, though he braced for impact. The Slytherin began to undress. Oh no. Finnegan's eyes squeezed shut, and he remained that way until he felt a familiar weight settle about his shoulders. His eyes peeked open, and he glanced down to watch Cyan refasten the clasp.
It looked good?
"Thank you," he squeaked, entirely nonplussed. What's this? Cyan was leaving? ...And it seemed Finnegan's lack of wand had not gone unnoticed. He winced.
"Y-yeah... R-right."
What was up with all those stutters? How annoying. The Hufflepuff watched as Cyan began to walk away, entirely unsure of what to do. It had to be a trap, right? As soon as he turned to flee, Cyan would be on him like a cheetah on a lame gazelle, wouldn't he? The images made his head spin. Cyan would eat him alive, oh yes he would. Finnegan's eyes narrowed. He would not let this brunette demon trick him.
"Hey!" he called and ran to catch up to the other boy, though he stayed a good arm's length away. "What are you going to go do?"
...And Finny took the bait sooner than Cyan expected. He knew walking slowly would be to his advantage.
Cyan looked at his bumbling victim friend. His blue eyes glanced at the meter-or-so distance between them. So Finny was still cautious after all... Then again, that only meant he was very aware of Cyan's presence. As soon as Cyan stepped into a room, Finny would notice. As soon as he spoke, Finny would become alert. At his every gesture, Finny would watch him with apt attention.
Yes! Was this a great day or what?!
"What am I going to do?" he asked calmly. In a somewhat bored manner, he turned his eyes forward as continued walking at a slightly more normal pace.
"Well, I dunno. I was thinking about just enjoying the good weather," he continued with little attention to his friend as he subtly posed with the tips of his fingers hanging from the pockets of his slacks and his elbows back, "ya know."
Cyan continued moving forward, his brown curls bouncing lightly in the breeze. He didn't look at Finny.
"What about you? I thought you needed to, um, go."
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Finnegan Darby on Jan 28, 2011 18:38:36 GMT -5
It was good weather, wasn't it? Despite his earlier lie, he was enjoying the lack of blizzard/rain/sleet/hail that had made up most the recent forecast. The sun felt good, beaming down upon the two of them like it approved of their going-ons -- Finnegan, however, did not. Approve, that was.
Oh. He had said that, hadn't he. Well.
"I can, um, go later," mumbled the confused Hufflepuff, very much so in his stereotyped element. He did not care if Cyan liked him or not -- as a friend, he wasn't going to think about anything further than that -- but he did not feel he could leave things as they were. Scary, right?
Finnegan was always one to worry about eventual outcomes. (Today, anyway.)
"Where are we going?" he asked, keenly watching Cyan from the corner of one cornflower blue eye. Any sudden moves, and he would be gone faster than you could say wow this situation is hella reversed.
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