Re: Deep in the Forest

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

Alex got distracted by the young Lucius model she's using for her avatar. Viktor leans against a tree, waiting for Fleur's answer.

[The Bolars]

The bolars sit in a circle, with the Harry Potter Clue board all set up. All they need now is Dee.

[Daphne Greengrass]

Dee rolls in, and picks out a character card. She is Hermione, while Clitoris is Harry, Ovary is Neville, Fallopian is Ron, Testes is Ginny, and Labia is Luna. The cards get dealt out to all the players.

[The Bolars]

Everyone marks off what they have, and Clitoris rolls. "I think it was Bellatrix Lestrange, in the Trophy Room with the Vanishing Cabinet."

[Daphne Greengrass]

Dee proves that it wasn't with the Vanishing Cabinet and rolls. "I think it was Peter Pettigrew in the library with Petrificus Totalus." It goes on like this for awhile until Dee wins because I'm really tired of doing this. Dee waves and leaves her bolar friends.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

[Dee, I love you so much.]

[Daphne Greengrass]

[*bows*]

[Scorpius Malfoy]

[Dee...this...you...oh my god. Hahahahah, I love you. I wanna play HP Clue now]

[Daphne Greengrass]

[Come to my house. I have HP Clue, HP Scene It, HP playing cards, HP UNO...]

[Scorpius Malfoy]

[OMFG. IF ONLY...YOU WEREN'T A 3425245 HOUR DRIVE. I SO WOULD.]

[Gabriel Djinn Whiteraven]

Djinn appeared in a clearing of the forest, the sunlight raining down through the leaves and branches. In this clearing, by a tree, was a blood rose. He walked to it and plucked a small blossom, and stuck the stem into his braid. The scent was cloying and sweet, and seemed to fall from the flower like blood form a wound, hence the name. There wasa rock, in a bright shaft of sunlight which he ignored, favouring the shaded area beneath a giant oak tree, across the clearing from the vines of the rose blossoms; which used to be a girl until she was punished by the gods. Or conveniently done away with by Djinn for Dee.

[Guest]

Apollo, clad in purple silk, draped around his shoulder and wrapped around his waist, stepped onto the rock in the sunlight, looking directly into the golden orb above him as he continued his work. He'd spent much of the morning in the human realm, creating a necklace of hyacinths, and as he tied the last knot, he smiled brightly into the sun, and donned the necklace. Not turning his gaze, he spoke softly. "Stubborn as ever, I see. The braid suits you, though you'd do better in another shade," he murmured, the smile still lingering on his face as he lost himself to happier memories than present times. "You grow pallid in the shade. Step into my light," he tempted, taking a step forward as a small breeze blew his hair out behind him, and the silk around his waist fluttered, exposing his backside for a brief moment.

[Gabriel Djinn Whiteraven]

Djinn sighed and stepped out of the cool shade, pulling a snatch of cool wind to come with him. "But the sunlight makes me sweat so." he said, fanning himself dramatically like a Southern Belle. "I think that may be the most clothes you've worn while here." Djinn smoothed the wrinkles out of his kimono, this time black with purple and silver phoenixs, like this: http://sailorearth316.deviantart.com/art/Fai-D-Flowright-57533781?q=boost%3Apopular+Fai+Flowright&qo=9

Anyway. Carrying on. Reaching into his robe he pulled out an oriental fan to really fan himself. "I'm not kidding, it is quite warm today."

[Guest]

Apollo smirked, and with that, he reached his hand out towards the sun. A moment later it grew far hotter in the forest, and he turned back to face Djinn. "I happen to like it hot. And perhaps if you were less opposed to nudity, you'd find yourself far more comfortable. You know, you're right, this is far more fabric than I prefer. I think I'll get rid of it," he said, swiftly pulling the silk from his body and dropping it in a neat pile at the bottom of the rock he stood on, so that he was clad only in the bright blue hyacinth necklace he'd woven in the early morning light. "Besides, I like it when you sweat. More importantly, I like it when I make you sweat," he said lewdly, his lip curling into a smile as the temperature grew even warmer. "Come closer, oh great Guardian God," he said sardonically, his face twisted with amusement as he let his gaze drop to Djinn's form, silently and quite obviously undressing him with his eyes, though he made no move to actually remove the clothing himself. "Been performing your duties, have you? Tell me, do you even know where your charge is right now?"

[Gabriel Djinn Whiteraven]

Djinn untied his kimono and let it flap in his breeze, billowing softly. Apollo's heat wasn't affecting him as much as Apollo was thinking it did. "He's currently being fucked senseless against a mirror, with a girl watching in silence." Djinn shrugged. "This happens here a lot. Both fucking and the creeping." he sat down, criss cross applesauce, and waited for Apollo to either grow up and stop mentally undressing him, and actually do it. Or stop making the plants wilt in his masculine show of 'Ohmygodi'mApolloicanturntheheatup.'

[Guest]

Apollo openly laughed at Djinn's thoughts, his smile widening as he took a step towards Djinn, walking behind him and kneeling, the air returning to its previous temperature. He gently placed his hands on Djinn's shoulders, sliding the kimono off of him and pausing to admire the shapely muscles in the man's back, before returning his fingers to the back of Djinn's neck where they remained as he spoke. "That's the Djinn I've missed. And I have. Missed you. The you I preserved in my memory, at the least- the Djinn Darstarielonn I see in front of me, well, he's almost the same. There's still something missing- this falsity, here," he murmured, lifting the long black braid with his fingers, smiling again as the light of the sun made his hair shine. Still kneeling, he took the braid in both his hands and slowly combed it out with his fingers, so that his black locks tumbled down his back, then placed a hand on the back of Djinn's skull. A bright light shone from his hand for a moment, then faded, and when it did, Djinn's hair was silver again. A satisfied smirk on his face, Apollo stood up once more, walking back in front of Djinn and leaping into the tree nearby, perching on a large branch overhead and looking down at his old lover for the first time, not the man that his lover had become. "Far better, this way," he said with a chuckle, his eyes fixed on the silvery, nude form below on the forest ground.

[Gabriel Djinn Whiteraven]

Djinn shivered and dispelled the breeze, and reached to feel his now silver hair. It wasn't damaged black as before, it was back to it's real silver...it was as though what had happened to him, had never happened. His sacrifice and his scars, the only outward sign, his badge of honour was gone. "Well, that's a surprise." he said, slowly. "I didn't think it could be fixed, but i guess for a High God the impossible is possible, him?" He chewed his lip again, and thought. He laid back, and crossed his arms under his head and then closed his eyes, letting his whole body soak up the sun's rays. "Can i at least keep a little bit of black? Maybe at the ends? Or a streak? I was fond of it.."

[Guest]

Apollo's smile vanished and he fixed Djinn with a hard look, though he felt some pride at seeing the man revel in the sunlight, and looking altogether glorious as a result. "Nothing is impossible, if I want it. And if I wanted to see you in black, I'd have left it. I said I liked you in silver," he replied coldly, leaping from the tree to his feet, and scooping up his silken cloth with his hand as he strode over to Djinn. Toying with it as he spoke, he met Djinn's silvery eyes with his own vivid blue ones. "And I get what I want, when I want it, and how I want it. Don't you ever think that you've got an ounce of control, Darstarielonn," he said sharply, throwing the silk around Djinn's neck and yanking him forward with it, so that he was scarcely an inch away from Apollo's lips. "The power in this relationship has always been mine. You may think that what we had was over. But nothing is over until I say it is. You don't leave me, I leave you. And if I choose to come back, then so be it, and nothing will have changed, because no matter what you say or do, you still want me," he growled in a low voice, then let go of the fabric suddenly, letting it fall along with Djinn, and before the fabric touched the ground, Apollo was gone once more, leaving behind his purple silk, and a single hyacinth.

[Gabriel Djinn Whiteraven]

Djinn was a bit shocked, and then he wasn't. Apollo was as usual, filling his cookie cutter role: the arrogant prick, alas poor Apollo. Robing, he mouthed the words 'Drama queen.' as he stood. Right as he was abotu to haze out of the clearing, his eyes fell upon the silk and the hyacinth. Djinn chewed on his lip and decided quickly what to do- he'd plant it. He dug a small hole next to the stone in the middle of the clearing, and gently exerted his will on the sprig. It quickly sprouted roots and then grew into an adult bush, full and beautiful. Grabbing the silk, he threw it to the ground and it transformed into a small spring, so that this clearing would forever have a perfect hyacinth bush. Patting a group of blossoms, he murmured a soft apology to Hyacinthus for his earlier sleight, and disappeared ina flash of silver. The bush shook it's branches soflty in farewell; a soft breeze left confused by the departing of it's master danced merrily amongst the blossoms carrying petals to land in the stream which bubbled and chortled, the water slightly tinted purple.

[Gabriel Djinn Whiteraven]

Djinn appeared after his encounter with Reg. He walked to the stream and stripped off his ornate robes, and dipped himself in slowly. The purple tinged water was cool and refreshing, and they helped wash away the disgusting smell of human. He was livid, the thought of Reg ruining himself for a blonde piece of ass, AGAIN, made him want to rip the boys soul out and eat it, therefore keeping it safe in his belly for all eternity.

But alas, he couldn't do that. Absently, he mentally formed out a bowl in the earth, and filled with water so he could properly bathe. The hyacinth bush waved at him cheerfully with it's petal strewn branches, and soft as silk petals fell into the small pool. The moon was high overhead, and the stars reflected off the water so perfectly, it appeared as if Djinn was splashing about in the night sky itself.

He stepped out of the water slowly, and let it cascade off of him in rivulets. He walked over to the altar shaped rock in the center of the clearing, and lay down on it, his lavender scented skin drying. The moon caused his skin to glow like alabaster lit from within. Like this, he truly felt godlike...

[Guest]

Apollo, who had earlier in the day decided to seek out Djinn, sensed the tension in his heart, and chose now to appear silently behind Djinn, nude this time, because if a man is distressed, the sight of a nude Apollo must certainly at least aid in cheering him up. He slowly stepped up to him, his left hand clenched shut at his side, and the right reaching out to touch Djinn's cheek, then slowly run his fingers through the silvery hair. "I don't normally emerge at nightfall, as you very well know. What troubles you?" he asked softly, sitting down on the rock beside him and looking down at him with an almost affectionate gaze. Without waiting for an answer, he spoke once more, his voice light and airy, and yet had a tone of solemnity in it, in Apollo's own way. "What you did was kind, Darstarielonn," he murmured, referring to his apology to Hyacinth, and the small creation he'd made as penance for his insult. "I've brought you something. Here," he continued, opening his left hand to reveal a silver sun pendant on a silver chain, a rather simple piece, but elegant nonetheless. He placed a hand on Djinn's shoulder and pulled him to an upright position, then slipped behind him to fasten the necklace around his neck. "Mithril. It looks flattering," he said decisively, satisfied with his decision, regardless of whether or not Djinn was.

[Gabriel Djinn Whiteraven]

Djinn shivered when Apollo's hand made contact with his skin. It was like sunlight after a cold, dreary morning, breaking through the fog and finally warming you body and soul. This was the Apollo he craved. Djinn lifted a hand to catch the medallion, holding it close to his skin to warm it. "It's lovely, and matches my hair perfectly...And i had to do something, for slighting him so. I had to repay that debt, and this seemed appropriate." he gestured to the stream and the hyacinth bush. "And well, i had to use the silk for something. I'd hate to see it have gone to waste."

Straightening his back, Djinn looked to the moon. "I know you like morning and sunlight best, but you must admit. The moonlight is still lovely." he paused and then grinned mischievously, "And i do look nice, naked under moonlight. It sets my skin afire with silver. And my distress isn't that important, Apollo. Stupid modern mortals, and their drama. Be glad you aren't attached to any, and if you are, be glad they aren't Regulus Arcturus Black." his grin disappeared and he frowned bitterly.

[Guest]

Apollo smirked and lay down beside Djinn on his rock, trailing a hand lightly down his torso, pausing at his navel and letting his fingers linger there as he spoke. "I won't deny that, my friend. You were made in the moonlight, though you sparkle in my sun. As for the mortals--" he moved his hand to caress Djinn's cheek affectionately, placing his middle finger on his lips-- "Why do you even bother? It has been centuries since I found one worthy of my time or interest. Let them go, they all live their sinful lives, more sinful by the day, and then they waste away and die. Turn your attention to the things that last, and perhaps you'll find yourself closer to happiness," he said soothingly, reaching up to run a hand through the silvery strands of hair, twirling it around his fingers, then letting go as he leaned down and lightly pressed his lips to Djinn's forehead. "That's the problem, when you fall-- you forget what it truly means, to be a god. Perhaps you need a reminder of what true god is like," he said suggestively, his eyes boring into Djinn's.

[Gabriel Djinn Whiteraven]

Djinn's breath hitched and his body seemed to flare into double time. Apollo's hand felt like fire as it trailed down his body, and Djinn mentally cursed him for not going lower. Then, with the affectionate caress to his cheek and lips, Djinn surrendered fully. This was all too much. Drawing in a shaky breath, Djinn slowly raised himself up to press his lips tentatively against Apollo's own, and explosions of sunlight and honey danced in his mind. This was what he'd been missing, and this was what no mortal could offer. Djinn smiled, his lips softly grazing Apollo's. "Are you sure you aren't Lucifer, come to tempt me away?" he asked, his alabaster hand coming into contact with Apollo's chest. He slowly, teasingly caressed one of the perfect nipples there. "Come to steal my virtue, all over again?"

[Gabriel Djinn Whiteraven]

[God Djinn is such a slut. yes, yes you are don't argue with me...

sorry i just remembered NOW that you posted...i'm sick and dosed with drugs (YOU GAVE ME SICKNESS VIA INTERWEBZ D:!!!) like my best friend nyquil so i don't think i'll be on till afternoon...]

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