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Post by Euphadora Rose Parkinson on Sept 17, 2018 4:49:01 GMT
 She was a little bit ruined a beautiful disaster but she was magic
She smothered a laugh as Kit confessed to his hangover the morning after she’d gotten him drunk and he’d made out with her on the dance floor of Fin’s nightclub. Of course he wouldn’t have thought to take a potion the night before to try to ease the pain the next day. That was so adorably naive of him, and utterly Kit-like. Dora wondered if he was even seasoned enough to know such things existed, though he was older than her by a few years and thus he was likely to have had some experiences at some point before becoming her friend. He might have even gotten drunk after first meeting Dora, when he arrived in that pub where the Death Eaters had attacked and carried her off to safety. She was unconscious and didn’t remember anything at the time, obviously, but her leg had been broken severely and she’d since seen pictures of what was very clearly the bone sticking out through her skin. It wasn’t a pretty sight and she wouldn’t have judged the young Auror if he needed to dampen the memories with a bit of alcohol. She certainly had, once she was released from hospital. “How about just dancing, then?” she offered as a compromise. “It’s my birthday, after all.” Dora gave a pout which she assumed was adorable and impossible to say no to. It worked on Fin often enough.
Kit asked after her birthday list and Dora paused a moment to think it over. There was a whole catalog of items she would have asked Fin for, and even Liv or Evie, but they were from well to do families that could afford to splurge on a friend’s birthday. Kit wasn’t any slouch. His family had money, she was pretty sure, but they seemed more reserved in how they used it, at least judging from what she knew of Kit and Ollie. Dora was selfish and spoiled and all the things nasty, jealous witches in school used to call her, but she also tried to be a good friend and she rarely ever purposely put anyone out. Certainly not while sober. Pulling a piece of bacon apart and taking overly dainty bites, Dora turned her eyes upwards as if she was thinking. “Hmm… I suppose I’d like a handsome wizard. Older but not old. Sizable vault. Have him gift wrapped on my bed.” Dora smirked, popping another piece of bacon into her mouth and awaiting whatever expression Kit was going to pull. It was sure to be a good one and if he thought she was talking about him – which she wasn’t necessarily not – then his expression would be even better than she could have imagined. Dora stretched her free hand out touch Kit’s arm, a playfully flirtatious smile on her face but the action elicited a renewed fury of alarming barks from Mimi who was no longer simply laying in front of the door snarling momentarily. She was once again on her feet, teeth bared, rabidly attempting to get through the glass door.
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Post by Christopher Erebus Devereaux on Oct 2, 2018 10:11:04 GMT
 Revelations Her pout was cute, but Kit had younger sisters and they had cute pouts, too. He had built up a small amount of immunity to them over the years, and Dora was no exception, though he couldn't be as brutal with her as he was with his own siblings. If it were Sera or Roma, he would have pulled a face, shook his head and declared that they were insane for wanting him to make a fool of himself in front of everyone at their party. Of course he would give them a slow dance, that wasn't the same. Nobody could mess up a slow dance, but anything that involved throwing shapes, as he had heard it being called, was just too embarrassing to contemplate. How to tell Dora the same thing without being an arse? "Maybe a slow dance. Just one. Hidden in a cupboard. Wait..." he grimaced. "Not... Not like that." Kit sighed, knowing she was about to run with that and have a field day tormenting him about slow dances in cupboards, and every other mortifying thing she could think of. He sipped his drink for something to do, annoyed at himself for not just being blunt. Telling her "no fucking way" would probably have had a much less annoying outcome, since his efforts to be more subtle or tactful usually ended up with him saying something in the complete wrong way. Fed up with himself, he rolled with the mood and decided that since he had already put his foot in it, he might as well just start jumping about in the pile of shit he'd landed himself in, and his response to her birthday request just flowed right out. "I draw the line at gift wrapping myself on your bed," he told her, golden eyes serious on her as he imagined that Dora would just love that. And if she hadn't been subtly teasing and hinting that this handsome wizard she wanted was him, then fuck that, too, because he'd already come out with it now, and could this morning get any more uncomfortable!? Holy hell. Her hand on his arm made Mimi burst to life again, either jealous of her owner giving someone else a bit of affection, or irrationally terrified that he was going to kill Dora. Kit's jaw clenched as he tried to pretend there was no snarling pup behind him. _______________________ tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson words: 418 notes: <3 outfit: Just chillin'.[googlefont="Rock Salt"] |
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Post by Euphadora Rose Parkinson on Oct 7, 2018 6:16:32 GMT
She was a little bit ruined a beautiful disaster but she was magic
Dora was in utter heaven. Breakfast with a handsome Auror who was suggesting “slow dancing” in a cupboard for her birthday! The term easily shifted into something much more sensual in Dora’s mind as she pictured Kit, undressed with his rugged scars on show, gyrating against her in a darkened cupboard. Merlin have mercy! She was going to need a fan to cool herself down. Obviously, that wasn’t at all what Kit had meant for Dora to take away from the remark, the adorable grimace on his face told her as much but she also knew him well enough to know he’d never EVER say such kinky things aloud. At least not to her. Most likely to no one.
His remark about gift wrapping himself deserved a response, a full on one with all sorts of eyelash batting, biting of her lower lip, showing off her cleavage, and whatever else she could do to retort to such a serious rebuke of her affections, but Mimi interrupted them yet again. Standing from her chair, Dora turned to face the dog through the door. “You stop that, you naughty girl. What on earth is your problem today?” Turning to her breakfast date, she sighed. “I’m so sorry, Kit. She’s just being absolutely wretched. I think I should probably take her home. I honestly can’t think of any reason for her to be like this.”
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Post by Christopher Erebus Devereaux on Oct 9, 2018 17:48:45 GMT
Revelations Dora began to worry about Mimi again, and Kit rubbed his hand on his forehead to try and relieve the tension gathering there. He could feel a headache coming on. He only felt marginally guilty that she wanted to leave. Relief was what hit him hardest, as he thought about the peace and quiet he'd have for the rest of the day once she'd gone. It wasn't Dora's fault at all, the poor girl didn't know what was going on, but he couldn't tell her. He just couldn't. It wasn't only his secret, it was Ollie's too, and Dora was friends with him, as well. He couldn't just out his whole family to her like that, it would be selfish and rash. Actually, it wouldn't be selfish at all, since he didn't want to do it in the first place. Privacy was a big deal for him, he didn't divulge things lightly. No, not today. Not like this. Not with a snarling, yapping dog scraping its teeth along his patio doors. Bloody hell, they were going to need a good scrub once Dora had gone home. He apologised, though only two times, and agreed that it was probably for the best for Dora to take care of Mimi. Whatever was spooking the dog, she needed to go home and calm down before she ended up having some sort of heart attack from the stress. That was what he told Dora, and he stood up on the table while she opened the patio doors and snatched Mimi up as she made a crazed run for Kit. This was not his favourite morning. He kept his distance and hovered in the hall as Dora let herself out of the front door, and once it shut behind her, Kit slumped against the wall. Lying was hard. Hiding the truth was a daily exercise for him, but sometimes it was more taxing. A small meow came from behind him. Azrael creeping down the stairs to see if the snapping fiend had really gone. "They've gone," Kit assured him with an ear tickle. He picked the feline up and carried him back upstairs to the kitchen. "Well, we've got bacon and sausages aplenty," he told the cat. "You might as well help yourself." He finished his breakfast with Azrael nibbling sausage off of Dora's abandoned plate. _______________________ tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson words: 410 notes: <3 outfit: Just chillin'.[googlefont="Rock Salt"] |
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Post by Euphadora Rose Parkinson on Oct 9, 2018 19:01:04 GMT
She was a little bit ruined a beautiful disaster but she was magic
Scrambling to collect Mimosa as she snarled and fought ferociously to get at Kit was not an easy task. She likely looked like a baby giraffe learning to walk as she bent over and tottered after the dog, wrestling her into her carrier and pulling the zip closed as quickly as possible before the pup leapt back out and made another charge for the poor wizard. Holding her emotions inside as Kit let her out, Dora could feel the gut-wrenching sensation of regret and self-loathing overwhelm her. She only just made it around the corner and ducked into a secluded alley way before the tears spilled from her eyes. Holding the straps of Mimi’s fashionable carrier tightly over her shoulder, the pup now calmed and whimpering slightly inside the bag, Dora pulled her wand from the garter on her thigh and disapparated from the spot.
Back in her flat, Mimosa seemed content and possibly even a little apologetic as Dora set the carrier on the floor and unzipped it. She didn’t pull Mimi out as she might normally would have, instead she just allowed the top of the carrier to remain open. Mimi crawling out on her own as Dora disappeared into the bathroom, tears still streaming down her face. With a shudder, Dora stared at her reflection in the mirror, hands pressed into the counter, holding her thin body upright. She looked a fright. Her mascara had trailed down her cheeks and her hair was a mess after struggling to catch Mimi. Had she made a mistake in getting a pet? They’d only been in each other’s lives for something close to a month now and Dora had thought it was all going so well, but this morning…
Her body lurched forward as another bout of sobs came. Kit would probably never want to see her again. It was possible he’d already connected with Ollie and the two had decided Dora wasn’t worth keeping around after such a display. They would hate her. Black tears fell on her shaking hands as her makeup continued to run. Mimi’s whimpering apologies could barely be heard through the closed door over Dora’s crying. The pain of her isolation forcing itself out through her eyes. The pain was unbearable and there was only one way she knew to make it all go away.
Dora sat slumped against the wall of the bathroom as a thin trail of blood slid down her thigh and pooled on the tile beneath her. Mimosa barked furiously from the other side of the door, a wholly different sort of alarm being raised.
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