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Another Day, Another Death what if what you do to survive kills the things you love “ Jasper’s brows knit together. There was a familiar pain gathering at the point between his eyes and he pinched the bridge of his nose to relieve tension. Sighing he tossed the most recent issue of the Daily Prophet down on his desk, the words, “DARK MARK SHINES AGAIN” staring up at him. Luckily there was no picture to accompany the story, but Jasper had already seen the haunting images, as the MLE had taken photos for evidence. It wasn’t his case, but that didn’t matter. These attacks hit home and hit hard for Jasper – a half blood. Confident as he was, it still made the hairs on his neck rise a little, and that niggling piece of doubt crept into his mind: was there really something so awful about being muggle born? That’s what this war was about wasn’t it? Blood purity and second-class wizardry. To him it was nonsense. He knew far too many skilled wizards and witches that were half bloods or even muggle born, and he knew a pureblood or two that couldn’t accio a yo-yo if their life depended on it. But who could commit such an atrocious act if they didn’t firmly believe that what they were doing was right? Serial Killers. Sociopaths. Psychos. Take your pick, his mind told him. He had worked the job long enough to know that violence didn’t make sense. Sure, there were patterns, motives, a profile – key ingredients in catching a dark wizard – but at the end of the day life was precious. And the people who took it without a second thought, or with a joyful heart (as the case may be) they were monsters, pure and simple. Maybe it was growing up on a farm that gave Jasper such a clean-cut view of right and wrong. The farm didn’t run on idle hands. Jasper learned the value of working hard and working smart – tending to something until he was rewarded by a tamed animal or successful season. With every day full of tasks and accomplishments, Jasper had a purpose, and he understood his value and the value of the living creatures around him. There was a certain harmony in working with others, whether the “other” was a person, creature, or even a plant. Most of the time the golden rule remained the standard: treat living things well, and those living things thrive. Granted some people are arguably more selfish, and some creatures are arguably more dangerous. Maybe harmony was for saps. Maybe he was a sap. He took his feet off his desk and placed them on the floor, righting the chair he had been balancing on with a thud and a slight screeching sound as the chair skid back and he got to his feet. Daydreaming about maybes wouldn’t get him anywhere when reality, in the form of violence and bloodshed, stared him in the face every morning. Numerous cracks and pops echoed throughout his frame as he stretched. At thirty-four, Jasper’s body had seen more abuse chasing down dark wizards then men twice his age with tamer professions. Being an Auror meant demanding physical work as much as it involved mental dexterity, and Jasper was no stranger to broken bones, dislocated joints, scars, and long recoveries at St. Mungos. Artemis didn't know the half of it, but if she did there would likely be a long lecture involved. Undoubtedly, Jasper’s instincts and protective nature that made him take the lead, contributed to his aches and aging. When did thirty-four become old? Once on his feet, he paused to let his blood redistribute, at his height not waiting at least a moment after standing could lead to an embarrassing fainting spell, or at least a bout of dizziness, and that would be a significant mark against his “Adonis” image at work. It was early, but there was a well-known hum in the office, chatter about cases, papers shuffling, quills writing, Jasper took a moment to breathe it in. He loved what he did, maybe not the horror, but the job itself, shutting down dark wizards. Yes, he enjoyed the adrenaline, but beyond the thrill of the chase was the knowledge that he was making the world a safer place, they all were. Standing there, he scanned his colleagues, he admired them all for their contribution. Some were young and just beginning to understand the demands and sacrifices, but they would see it through. They survived auror training and Dorian was no push over when it came to the new recruits. Others, like himself, had spent over a decade on the hunt. Rugged and scarred in more ways than one, they returned to the office day after day, and when that wasn’t enough, they brought the work home with them, slept with it under their pillows, ate it for breakfast the next day and so on. It was a tough gig, and only the toughest survived. But it wasn’t all admiration and fighting the good fight for Jasper. On quiet days, finding himself alone with his thoughts, he’d mull over the ways the job had changed him. Most of the time, he truly was that sap that believed in harmony and a better world for all. But other days, darker days, the job ate at him. He’d seen so much – too much – over the years and he wasn’t the same fresh twenty-something-year-old eager to jump into battle. He certainly wasn't that starry-eyed five-year-old listening to stories about Uncle Theseus - Head of the Auror Department way back when - or his own mother's tales of adventure and glory. He could tell his own stories now, but he saw the other side of the coin too. The days when the good guys didn't win. The days when newspapers featured articles about innocent families being slaughtered. On the worst days, he’d wonder if it even made a difference. Another wizard would come, worse than the one before. Just when the musings became too dark however, he’d strap some gloves on beat the hell out of the bag in his basement and remind himself of the lives he’d saved, and that even if he was fighting a losing battle, he’d die before giving up. He was lost in his thoughts as he exited his cubicle and turned the corner. His strides, typically longer than most, ate the ground quickly, and the body that followed was 220 (225 on a good day) lbs of solid muscle. He didn’t see the lone figure standing between him and the door, and he certainly didn't mean to mow them over. At his height and weight, he was surprised he didn’t knock whoever it was down. He steadied himself and the person in front of him, “Sorry mate, I didn’t see you…” ” tags/notes Open thread, I just really wanted to bring Jasper out to play. |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 18, 2018 13:03:55 GMT
"Johnson be on your way and stop wasting Agent Scamander's time. Shouldn't you be doing something productive with your time rather than standing around like some kind of nit-wit?" She said in a close to exasperated tone. Of course neither man had really been at fault, both men had accidentally walked in to one another ... okay so Jasper was kind of at fault for bashing in to a completely stationary person but she was after his help so she was hardly going to take any sort of stance against him, even if it was only in her own mind and Dorcas had witnessed it. Kind of. Okay not a whole lot. She'd been busy. One would perhaps think that she'd been busy with work matters and she supposed she was in a way because she'd been staring at Jasper's arse as he walked out of his cubical and turned the opposite direction to the one she'd been walking in to get to his cubical. She hadn't called out to him, despite him being able to take far longer strides than herself because she figured he'd have to stop eventually, she hadn't realised he'd just walk into some other bloke that was half his size and standing completely stationary. Still Johnson nodded, apologised and went on his way leaving Dorcas with Jasper although if he'd been sitting at his desk as she'd hoped this conversation would have been a lot easier on her neck. A lot easier on her arse too if he'd let her sit on his lap, which was entirely inappropriate work behaviour but completely something she'd do give then question she had to ask him.
"Thank Merlin that twit's gone," She said, looking after Johnson as he tried to figure out just what the bloody hell to do with himself, "Anyway, I had a question for you." She said, there was no gentle ease into conversation with Dorcas, she wasn't exactly one to beat around the bush, especially not when she had actual work to be getting on with and not just staring at Jasper's arse as he walked, although holy Morgana! That was definitely something she'd enjoy playing with. "What do you know about pussies?" She asked, a slight little pull up on the corner of her lips. She was well aware of how the question had sounded however she was not going to explain herself, she first wanted to see Jasper's reaction and see if there'd be any catching on to what she was talking about at this stage, which was of course pussy cats, but she made the question seem far more crude than it needed to be. She only needed help with a little something, a couple of little somethings actually and knowing Jasper came from a family of animal lovers she figured if there was anyone in the office to ask about animals it was Jasper, there was no attempt to even ask Dorian as she was sure a pet would be far too chaotic for him to handle and she couldn't ask her parents because they would practically coo over the two little kittens she had at home, no doubt hoping that because Dorcas had rethought her policy on pets then perhaps some day in the future she'd rethink her stance on children. She would not, however they would hold out more hope than ever and not only that they'd be giant pains in the arse about it too, in particular her mother who wanted nothing more than to be a grandmother and practically got her wish last year when she'd become a quasi-grandma to little Ariel.
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Another Day, Another Death what if what you do to survive kills the things you love “ The collision had been just as much, if not more, Jasper’s fault than Johnson’s. Before Jasper could indicate as much Johnson had already left. Then there were two. Dorcas Meadowes. This job was difficult enough for man, and while the women in his family were ample proof that gender didn’t determine capability, it was nothing short of amazing to him to envision the tiny creature dodging hexes and bringing down men twice her size. It was quite the picture. Hell it was quite the fantasy. He thought of it often when he saw her at the office, particularly when he looked at the roster of dark wizards she had brought down. He wouldn’t be underestimating her any time soon, and at the same time he was perfectly willing to let her tie him up. He never thought of himself as a fetishist, but the visual Dorcas Meadowes provided in the office had a peculiar affect on him below the belt, so did those green eyes of hers, to say nothing of her question about pussy. Pussies. Multiple. What? Dorcas had him, and the slight pull in her lips told him that she knew it. But he could deliver just as well. It only took him a moment to answer, though it would take a few moments for his body to adjust. He needed to sit down. Thank Merlin he wasn’t all good looks. He had a clever mind and a brilliant tongue, or was it a brilliant mind and a clever tongue? Damn it. “I’ve handled my fair share," giving her a lazy sensual smile in return, “but I don’t know as much as I’d like.”It was true. Jasper had experience with just about every creature under the sun, but growing up he had been fascinated by the wild creatures. The dangerous ones. Pussies, barring the kind that Jasper’s mind immediately conjured (particularly when Dorcas Meadowes stood in front of him), were relatively tame. Dorcas was not tame. Jasper was barely two seconds in her presence before being affected by her wildness, but there was a kindness, a playfulness that kept even the crudest of phrases more amusing than off putting. Jasper had had his fair share of crude women. The man was sex on a stick and an Auror to boot. He practically lived as the poster boy for playgirl fantasies. Of course, he had heard crude things before, and usually with far dirtier intent. Depending on the day, the girl, and his mood the line was hit or miss. But crude wasn’t his style, playful, flirtatious, brilliant, and badass, well Jasper could chew on that for days, weeks, months…if he wasn’t careful he could indulge forever. ” tags/notes Dorcas Amilie Meadowes I had to change Jasper's picture to reflect the fact that Dorcas now has is full undivided attention. |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 20, 2018 4:36:32 GMT
Fair share. Dorcas was willing to bet someone like Jasper had more than his faire share. Tall, blue eyes and that mess of dirty blonde hair. Dorcas was willing his hair wasn’t the only thing dirty about him but she had a problem, she figured because she had her little kinks, so did everyone else, but her kinks weren’t exactly little. They were more other people’s nightmares but everyone had to have something, even if they’d never admit it to anyone, not even themselves. Jasper admitting he didn't know as much as he'd like about pussies was a bit of a surprise, she'd expected arrogance, claiming he was an expert but what she got was far from that - actually she had no sodding clue what she got from that but she wasn't going to let it show. Dorcas just smirked a little and tilted her head slightly, looking up at Jasper. He wasn't her usual type but he had a few things she liked: he was tall, he had a sense for danger and occasionally he had an arrogant streak she enjoyed.
"Well, Casanova, I need some help." It was often perceived among her peers that Dorcas did not ask for help. In fact that was straight up not true, what she did not like were other people butting their noses into her work and telling her how shit should be handled. Would they do that with a male colleague? Hell no they wouldn't. After a few instances in her earlier years as a fully qualified auror some of the more sexist arseholes in the department were treating her like a kid, acting as though she was incompetent. Well that had been a big mistake for them. She hadn't taken all too kindly to arseholes treating her like that. She wasn't used to it and she wasn't going to get used to it. The Auror department may have been a bit of a boys club but she put them in their place when it needed to be done. She'd heard the term 'bitch' tossed around a time or two and one would think that Dorcas would have been pissed and taught those jack-arses a lesson but no, she just laughed it off, finding it amusing that these blokes were too scared to say anything of the sort to her face. She was not a pushover in any sense of the word and she only spent her time with her fellow auror's that weren't complete nob heads. Dorian in particular had no option, he'd dated her cousin and she'd just taken that as an open invite to his life and it was just as well with the crap he'd endured this year. Jasper was another one she didn't mind all too much. He'd never been a giant pain in her arse and he'd never shown any interest in screwing her brains out on his desk or anything of the like so she'd figured he was just one of those guys to mess around with in a non-sexual, non-make outy kind of way. "I've got two kittens and I've no idea how to keep them alive." One would think it was basic but Dorcas had no sodding clue. What did they eat? Was she expected to find mice for them or something? They only looked small, not long parted from their mother and so far all they'd had was a bit of milk on a saucer and a bit of raw chicken.
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Another Day, Another Death what if what you do to survive kills the things you love “ Jasper didn’t have many kinks, but he was certainly a lover. His pleasure stemmed from the pleasure of his partner, and therefore there were few places he wasn’t willing to go to make sure said partner was satisfied. As for his “fair share”, Jasper had lost count. Not that it was a numbers game. It was to a lot of men. A way for them to quantify their own worth by the number of people they could screw. With that mindset it didn’t much matter about pleasure, the woman’s or even the man’s at times. Jasper had seen more than one friend take home a questionable paramour simply to add to the count, but Jasper didn’t care. Of course, with his looks, a body made for sin, and a decent amount of charm, he could afford to have standards. It wasn’t a question of physical attractiveness, though he’d be lying if he said he’d never slept with a woman just because she was hott, but these days he craved substance, and women with more going on upstairs. He just wasn’t a kid anymore, and hot for any piece of action wasn’t his style. On the other hand, even if he was getting bored with one-night stands, he wasn’t exactly turning them away either. Maybe he just stopped actively pursuing them. Damn he was getting old. Next thing he’d be talking about settling down and using the F word. Family. But he came from a big family, and it was something he wanted, someday anyway. What was it about talking with Dorcas that had his mind wandering toward marriage and kids? He was going daft. He tried to focus back on what the topic at hand was. Yes. He’d had his fair share of women. But he didn’t know as much as he’d like to know, mainly where Dorcas was concerned. Every woman was different, and even if most women were the same, Dorcas was a different caliber all together. He had a feeling however that she was not strictly talking sex, despite her crude yet amusing and flirtatious question. When she asked for his help he subtly became more alert. He was one of her peers that did not think the brunette asked for help. Not because she was too stubborn or haughty to do so – that was him – but because she was just so damned capable. Jasper had been around when Dorcas first showed up to the office, men tripped over themselves to help, or coddle her and were offended when she knocked them on their asses. With two sisters at home and an auror for a mother, Jasper had no such foolish notions. He was well acquainted with the capability of women, and how much certain women of competence cared for coddling. If Dorcas could make it through Auror training, then she was capable of handling Auror business. But! If Dorcas needed his help, he – like any other prideful man – would be only too happy to lend assistance. “Pussies.” He said with a light laugh, “are really quite independent.” He turned serious, at least made it clear that he was now talking about the kittens, “But it depends on how old they are. How long have you had them?”” [/quote] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 21, 2018 11:32:32 GMT
It didn't require a lot of thought to answer Jasper's question because Dorcas hadn't had the kittens all that long at all. "A day." She wasn't the pet type of person. Beetle, her owl, was able to take care of himself, he hunted, he came in when he wanted, she treated him often and she gave him tickles when he was feeling affectionate enough for them. Quite often he was in sync with her moods and every night and every morning he followed her on her runs, flying above her. It was on the way back from her run last night that she'd found the kittens. She hadn't really though too much of them. She'd never come across kittens before but they wouldn't be without their mother, would they? The weather was shit and when she noticed them huddled together next to her back porch she went out and scooped them up before Beetle thought they were a couple of extra large mice.
"Ive got sod all clue about animals." She was just putting it out there because he was going to practically need to tell her everything. They were supposed to see a vet but why and how often? She supposed she'd need to get them neutered of spayed because there was no bloody way she was putting up with more cats, could that be done immediately? Like, right away? What were you supposed to feed them? They looked tiny and they had a bit of the raw food she'd given them but what else were you supposed to do with kittens? They seemed friendly. They also seemed to like to run around during the night. SHe'd heard all sorts of noises from upstairs and of course she'd come down to a mess of cat crap everywhere because she didn't have a litter tray and had no idea how to teach a kitten to use something like that. Did the just know and go? Was it scented or something that made the cats think 'Oh, what a lovely place for a shit today.'? How the hell was anyone supposed to just know this stuff? She'd had a few pets growing up but after her rabbit died when she was six she kind of didn't bother with them again. Her parents took care of them and the most interaction she ever got with animals was from her horse riding lessons, the last of which was far more recent than she'd ever admit to anyone but if it was ever found out - and it was entirely possible with the way her mother blabbered on - then she'd claim it was purely in case she ever needed to ride a horse for a case. Not that she'd ever needed to but it could happen some day, she figured.
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Another Day, Another Death what if what you do to survive kills the things you love “ Jasper knew more about animals than he could possibly use in the field, though the occasional cross departmental question came up now and again. It was only too easy to ask him a question about magical creatures. Sometimes it was more work to ask his father or send an owl to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. There had been an interesting case involving an erumpent horn used as an explosive once, but still the depth of his knowledge concerning various magical creatures was far deeper than he could ever imagine using in his chosen profession.Until a pretty girl asked him about kittens. Of course, that had nothing to do with his profession, but it certainly came in handy.Still, Artemis would have been the one to ask about tiny soft creatures. Jasper could tame them, but Artemis would have them purring in her hands. A lot of their capability with animals were innate and the Scamanders had various specialties; but mostly growing up on a farm being surrounded by wonderfully different species was a rare treat Jasper didn’t take for granted.“A day.” he repeated, “What made you want to get a couple of kittens knowing sod all about them?” he asked.He didn’t know Dorcas very well, but what he did know was in contrast with a spontaneous purchase of tiny dependent creatures. Cats were fairly easy to take care of, but any creature in its infancy was more of a handful than when it was older. Jasper had no reference for how old the kittens were, but he still assumed she had purchased them, which meant that whoever sold the kittens had gone over the basics of kitten care.“Did the seller tell you how old they were by chance? Or if they got their vaccinations yet?”” |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 24, 2018 13:30:07 GMT
Yeah, that seemed like a rather reasonable question and Dorcas had a habit of not exactly explaining enough when talking with people face to face. If it was work related she was fine, anything personal was a different matter. When it came to writing up her reports she had a habit of going into too much detail, the procedural side of things she was rather good at, she just hated it. When it came to having to deal arse-wipes that needed locking up she was able and willing to crack those too. Work was easy. Real life she wanted to just ignore. She was an introverted extrovert, she had her friends who she was comfortable with and that was plenty. She was able to laugh and enjoy their company with ease and feed off of their energy. She just absorbed their moods, if they were up, she was higher, if they were down, she'd be dragged down too. Thankfully everything with friends could be fixed with alcohol because no matter how dow a friend got and pulled Dorcas down too, she was a happy drunk and once she was drunk spirits were only lifted. Usually along with a slice of lime and a lick of salt. Dealing with people she wasn't so familiar with was a task and a half. It was just easier to treat everyone like a friend but most people didn't seem to like her ability to get cosy with them so fast. At least not the ones that had no intention of sleeping with her. That was one of her exceptions, she was more than able to reach out to a guy or woman she liked and have a fun night, but there was nothing else required the following day. She'd hooked up with a couple of work colleagues but she considered them friends now so it worked out.
"I more adopted them ... from my back porch. They're about that big." She said, holding out the palm of her left hand and using her right hand as a measure with her thumb and index finger, creating a distance between the heel of her palm and almost the tips of her fingers. Her place wasn't exactly the warmest outside right now. The winter was hitting the south of Wales hard and snow covered her place. It was nowhere for two little strays. Dorcas wondered if the mother and the rest of their litter had perished. It was harsh conditions because it wasn't just snow, it was the wind too. Perhaps the mother had moved on, perhaps she was looking for her kittens, Dorcas had no sodding clue what was likely for a cat. Could they survive cold like they were experiencing at the moment? They had fur, wasn't that supposed to be enough? She supposed it was always a possibility they could have just been two little kittens that strayed too far from ... what did cats have? Nests? Maybe some kind of predator just got mum and that was that. Dorcas just hoped she didn't find a frozen cat statue on one of her runs.
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Another Day, Another Death what if what you do to survive kills the things you love “ Jasper was ordinarily great at reading between the lines, but from the clues, Dorcas hadn’t given him much to go on. If he had known their unfamiliarity with one another stemmed from a reluctance to get too cozy too fast, he’d have laughed in that booming way of his. Jasper had the same problem. Sociability didn’t always serve in the office full of Aurors. Elitists. The best of the best. Far too many of them too serious for their own good. It was nothing short of a miracle that Jasper and Dorian had gotten on so well, but perhaps that was part of what drove them separate ways as well. Jasper was a demon on the job. He could be relentless, fierce, stern, determined and disciplined when chasing a dark wizard. And he did it well. Even paperwork – which he loathed. The mission, to him, was too important, and he knew when and how to turn off the “good times”, although he wasn’t above a bit of cheekiness on the job either. He was known for a deceptive nonchalance, and as much as he was laid back, the people who knew him, or who had worked with him, understood there was a predator that slept beneath that casualness. But Dorcas didn’t know him. Not well anyway. And really, he didn’t know her either, but she captivated him. There was something about her. Different than his usual fare. She reminded him of something his mother had told him about “quality” women. More than a pretty face, she was exceedingly capable, and that was more attractive to him than anything else. With a woman like that in his life, maybe he wouldn’t have to always be the best. Maybe, just maybe, he could let his guard down a little. Dorcas could kick ass and take names. She could handle herself. When Dorcas explained how she acquired the kittens a look of understanding washed over Jasper’s face. “I see.” There were a few options open to Jasper. He could a. call his sister Artemis and have Dorcas bring the kittens over to the farm for a checkup and vaccinations if they were old enough to receive them, b. quill and parchment a list of things to look for and care instructions for the tiny creatures, or c. invite himself over to check on the fur babies himself. It was really, quite a simple decision. “Well, if you’re set on keeping them, I could head over tonight and get you situated. We’ve got small creature habitats to spare at the farm.” He added a charming half smile of sincerity and boyish charm.” |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 27, 2018 13:16:27 GMT
Dorcas waited as Jasper seemed to have something to think over however she wasn't waiting long before he almost invited himself over. She smirked a little. She would have preferred him just about invite himself over but this was close enough. Instantly the idea of Jasper in her head filled her with all kinds of naughty thoughts. Having him tied on her kitchen table was rather entertaining. He was big and muscular, bigger than Rodolphus and Dorcas wasn't sure if her table could take what she'd throw at it. Heck, she'd cut off the table legs and have him tilted and displayed in front of her stark naked, lick over every single scar of his she could find while her hands roamed his body. She was willing to bet he was a lot more muscular than Rodolphus too but he lacked that special something that Rodolphus had, Jasper lacked that darkness that lurked beneath the surface of his eyes, he lacked that lack of conscious that made Rodolphus so appealing. Not to mention the blue eyes and blonde hair weren't really her thing. They just pointed more to a man that would let her do whatever without much consequence. Rodolphus would literally break her body. The idea of tying Rodolphus to the dining table and having him on display for her was so much more exciting and it was about time she gave him another little brand to remember her by.
Looking at her watch Dorcas estimated how long it would take for her work today in the ministry. She usually clocked off a little later than she was supposed to but not to the point it was some kind of Dorian level after his parents had died and before he'd started dating Paris. Just a little later. "I'll be home at six," she said, looking back to Jasper, figuring she'd clock off almost on time today, "But I go for my run as soon as I get in. I usually take half an hour so you're either welcome to join me in the shower at half past or wait a little longer." She said, keeping the invite open and not looking for a response, "I'll send you a message later with my address." She turned about and started back the way she'd came but before she could get too far she turned her head a little barely able to see him in her peripheral, "And if you're not looking at my arse while I walk away, you're looking in the wrong direction." She called, then looked back ahead of herself, smirking and getting back to her own desk in her own little space in an office she'd all but demanded she had, and she'd of course gotten it, there weren't many things Dorcas couldn't get when she wanted them.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2018 6:29:22 GMT
Another Day, Another Death what if what you do to survive kills the things you love 561 words Mood: Still Aroused “ Jasper didn’t plan most of his affairs. Nine times out of ten they fell into his lap. He was born beautiful and while his mother didn’t come from the southern states, she had often told him that he had an innate “southern charm” whatever that meant. For all intents and purposes, the man didn’t have to do much to land in someone else’s bed, or to have someone else land in his. But perhaps the fact that he had never been a beggar led to him being a bit of a chooser. He never had a serious relationship. And he only recently actually thought of settling down. He was in his mid-thirties, he wanted to get married and have a couple of kids. He came from a big family after all. But despite his looks and charm, and plenty of willing women, he had just never met “the one”. He wanted a relationship like his parents. After all these years, all their adventures, and the wild brood of children they had, they were still madly in love. That’s what Jasper wanted. Though Dorian was a bit of a poster boy for why happily ever after and auror business didn’t always work. Still his mother had been an auror and managed to make things work with his father, and there were other aurors too who managed to make a clean job of it. Maybe there was hope for them after all. Jasper grinned at her accepting his offer. A grin that only widened when she mentioned her plan for the evening. Getting off at six wasn’t unusual. Jasper himself had clocked quite a few overtime hours, not that they actually clocked the hours, to say nothing of the work most took home with them. Growing up on a farm instilled a early morning attitude for Jasper, and yet Auror business took him into the late night more often than not. Sometimes he napped in the afternoon, contributing further to that lazy nonchalance that some might have assumed upon first glance. Truthfully, there were few in the office that worked the job as hard as Jasper did. Dorian did. He was fairly certain the cute brunette in front of him did too. Her invitation to join him in the shower, caught him off guard for only a moment. She certainly loved saying things to provoke a man, though he doubted it was gender specific. Dorcas seemed to like saying provoking things and observing how the person would respond. While mildly shocked at her boldness, only because he didn’t really know her yet, he almost found the trait endearing. That probably wasn’t the result she was expecting or was accustomed to. He could imagine men trailing after her with those kind of promises or being put off by a bold woman, he was neither. He admired her boldness and sass, but circling back to his plethora of opportunity it would take far more than blatant invitation to make him fall apart. Not that he assumed she analyzed the encounter the way he did. The way he analyzed everything. As she practically invited him to do so, he watched the not so subtle sway of her hips as she left, his mouth involuntarily twisting into a smile. His brows rose then. She was a world spinner that girl. And he had a date with her. ” |
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