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[Leif]

caleb new thread
It was a strange night for the one Caleb King. He wasn’t entirely sure how he pulled it off; but, he was out getting a drink at a shop a few doors down. He hadn’t expected to end up back in his bed, awake the next morning blinking at the sunlight gleaming through the window. He was up too early. He had woken in the middle of the night just hours before and did some work on a portkey order placed by none other than Finlay Buckingham. After he finished that one portkey he returned to bed, wrapping his arm around the body already there.

He had drifted back to sleep for a few hours. But, he was now awake. The sun was glaring at him. The light bothered his eyes for a few moments before they adjusted. He stayed silent, listening to the breathing of the person besides him. It was comfortable; he’d grant that. But, after breakfast he was pretty sure that person would be gone and unlikely to return. He had no idea how he pulled it off. [span style="color:#D43D1A;font-weight:bold;"”Morning… I don’t remember your name, I’m sorry.”[/span]


[Leif]

reply to talen fidelius.forums.net/thread/2683/loss-lust-talen
Curious. He was curious. That wasn’t all that was on the mind of one Xenophilius Longbottom. But, it was a truth, and a large factor. He was curious of where Talen was. He was curious of the reason why. He was curious if Talen truly meant what he said. He was curious if they were going to get back together. He was curious of pretty much everything. He couldn’t help but grin and become even happier… If that was possible at the words [i]my boyfriend is going to kill me[/i]. He couldn’t help but laugh. [b]”You better believe it.”[/b] He hadn’t hesitated to yelling at Talen before or even ripping off his shirt and apparating away just because he was mad.

[b]”I don’t really care about anything right now besides you, Tal.”[/b] he took a breath, staring at the man in front of him. He followed the lead to the couch and sat down. He felt fuzzy inside, he also felt bad. He had tried so hard to forget the memory of the kidnapping because it was far too painful for Xenophilius. He had missed Talen far more than he thought he would. Despite the fact that the two were broken up prior to the events of the kidnapping, they interacted… And had a few rough encounters that ended with a kiss each time. [i]I love you.[/i] Those words made him happy. He couldn’t describe how happy he was. But, he did nod his head rapidly at the question. [b]”I already thought we were, when you said your boyfriend is going to kill you.”[/b] he gave a smirk and leaned to Talen’s cheek, kissing him on it softly, over the lips. They did have a great kiss moments ago.

[b]”All I really want to do, and all I really care about is you, Talen. I kind of want to drag you to your bathtub, force you to sit down, no arguing… These bruises need to heal.”[/b] He spoke softly. He wondered if talen still had the epsom salt, Xeno had left behind when he soaked his bruised legs from dancing nights. Xeno readjusted his position on the couch, kicking off his shoes… He laid back, his head resting on Talen’s lap. He looked up at him. [b]”Well, are you going to kiss me like old times?”[/b]


[Leif]

robinson reply fidelius.forums.net/thread/2279/neighborhood-ghosts-open
[b]”Witches are evil!”[/b] Robinson declared, looking at his mother’s face. He was seething. He wasn’t the happiest person. [b]”The telly says so! But, they are cool… But, I don’t know! What do I know? I’m not that old you know? I’m only eight.”[/b] The boy took a breath. He stopped arguing about his mother calling him Robby long ago, she wouldn’t give that up. It grew on him, quite a bit. She was the only person he didn’t grumble at when he was called Robby. He was still pretty much afraid of the implications of what had happened. Not just that, but the punishment he could possibly receive.

He found himself able to move again, he took several steps back, staring at his mother carefully. His eyes flashed over to his sister in confusion. [b]”YOU KNEW?!”[/b] It was processing in his mind already. His sister was older, wiser, smarter than him. He knew this. He trusted her. He just glared at her. [b]”You both are?”[/b] He gasped. He thought about the time funny things happened around his sister or his parents. Things did make sense. But, funny things didn’t happen for Robinson yet. His magic hadn’t shown at all. [b]”I’m not a witch. I’m human.”[/b] Robinson stated softly. Magic terrified him. While it was awesome, magicians were neat. But, the idea of it actually existing. The harm… It terrified him in a way, but also amazed the boy.

[b]”Call dad.”[/b] Robinson spoke softly. [b]”I’m sorry, mommy. But, you will not be happy. I don’t care that your wedding… I mean marr… Merecarriage? Marriage! Is falling apart. I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to daddy. I belong to me. Robinson. Robinson is for Robinson only. I want dad.”[/b] He took a breath and looked at his mother, he did catch the tears seconds ago before she looked away. She wouldn’t make him stay. But, he needed to get through his sentence. [b]”I choose both. I  want both of you.”[/b]

He took a breath and looked at his sister. [b]”And this cookie lady, that owes me a cookie.”[/b] he pointed at his sister. He respected her opinion as well. He looked back at his mother then at his sister. [b]”Sam? Is both alright? I don’t mind traveling.”[/b]


[Leif]

milo to emmanuel letter
You sir are insane. I love that about you already. It was a pleasure to interact with you via this letter, Emmanuel Dürer. I thank you for taking the time you took to reply to me and all the help you have given me. I read about Durmstrang Institute in school; it seems like an interesting place to learn magic, especially with it’s curriculum. I bet it works wonders. Here it’s books, books, more books, books and no cute blondes… Except those nutty ones from a place called Sweden. Or even those surfers from California. They’re weird.

I read about the Luftgleiter; it is in use in some areas here. It does seem like a fine choice for this area. It doesn’t really astonish me how vast the area I live in is in a range of different types of terrain and environment, likely because I grew up here. At school people talked me me like I’m crazy. The Luftgleiter II is an expensive broom; like much more than the Luftgleiter. I may not be able to afford it, or wouldn’t be able to. But, your discount makes it possible. It’d eat up the rest of my savings, but… Yes. It’s worth it because a broom is potentially a many, many year investment, right?

I hope the 50% discount wouldn’t drive anyone mad at you. I’d proudly show off my Dürer broom to everyonce once I get it. I do hope you take Yen, attached is the rest of what I think it costs; I tried to convert our currencies.

Milo.

[Leif]

fidelius.forums.net/thread/2749/size-montreal
[span style="color:#D43D1A;font-weight:bold;"]"Aim for a show?"[/span] Caleb couldn't help but to give a wild grin as he watched this girl carefully. The labeling system made a great deal of sense to Caleb. He grew up with it. He didn't expect anyone else to really understand it unless they excelled at Ancient Runes. Caleb had done quite well in it. It helped the runes made sense to him. Caleb knew how to use them in magic. Some techniques have been passed down in his family for quite some time. It bothered Caleb sometimes when he realized he was the last King. Not the last person with that as a last name, but, the last of the portkey masters known as King. His ancestors once made portkeys for King Arthur and Merlin himself.

[span style="color:#D43D1A;font-weight:bold;"]"Very well. The runes should become inert. If there's any problem, please come back and visit and I'll replace it. I have never replaced a portkey in my life. So, I doubt you'd need to do so."[/span] Caleb was young, but, it was the truth. His father never replaced a portkey as well. It was why he was in swim trunks and a tank. He was testing some of his portkeys and ended up in a beach once, ended up at a sand dune, it was always fun... Sometimes annoying. Caleb had visited most countries of the world with his father because of their business. [span style="color:#D43D1A;font-weight:bold;"]"Miss Bryant, pleasure. I do have an allergy to those that think they are gluten intolerant. They should pack their bags and go back to wherever they came from. How the hell can you be allergic to wheat? Makes no sense."[/span] He shook his head.

[span style="color:#D43D1A;font-weight:bold;"]"Please enjoy. And once again, remember. The ride of that one is very smooth. It's unlike... Inferior products that spin you in a circle and throw you off at a height. This one does everything."[/span] He pressed his back against the wall and slid his hand across the wall before he touched a misplaced doorknob that wasn't that noticeable. He found himself back behind the counter where he grabbed a notebook and a muggle ballpoint pen, (as he didn't like inking pens). He wrote into it, using the language of the Runes, and his dad's encryption method to write he sold one to France. It would mean he'd have to make another... Eventually.



[Leif]

tagg fidelius.forums.net/thread/2681/hi-cherokee
Murtagh nodded his head several times. [b]"Yeah... Yeah... Yeah. Everything's fine. I'm just nervous about going to Sofia and all. I'm sad that I couldn't play the entire concert in Tokyo. But, I gotta make a comeback right?"[/b] The boy spoke softly as he took a seat where his sister patted on the bed. He sat there silently before he drew up his legs. His sock covered feet rested on the bed and the boy leaned forward, wrapping his arms around his knees. He took a breath, his head turning to look at his sister, blinking away.

[b]"I can't sleep. Not at all. An owl arrived from mom."[/b] Murtagh let go of his legs with one arm and dug into his pant pockets, pulling out a now wrinkled paper. The mother's handwriting was noticeable. Nobody else wrote quite like her, plus the way her language was spelled was quite different than how Murtagh was taught. [i]Color[/i] instead of [i]colour[/i] for example. [b]"She can't come to Sofia."[/b] Murtagh's mother never missed a performance of his ever since his professional career started. It was bound to happen sometime. He couldn't really blame her. But, it still felt hurtful to him. But, Murtagh needed to learn his family couldn't be at everything. His summer was packed. He didn't finish the letter, it did say his mother would be at Tel Aviv.


[Leif]

olyvar fidelius.forums.net/thread/2458/lusty-trickery-scene-giselle
[div style="margin:auto;text-align:justify;max-width:500px;"][b]"Want some air with your milk?"[/b] Olyvar gave a cheeky grin to the younger sister of his girlfriend. He gave a smirk, a clever smirk. He sat aside his bowl of milk and his pie. He rose his left hand in the air and flipped it over, sticking out his index finger signaling to come closer. [b]"Hey... Kid."[/b] hi cheeky grin remained as he dropped his hand to his pocket.

The man scratched right above his left pec with his right hand, as the man was still shirtless sitting on that counter. His left hand pulled out a box from his pocket. He held it up in the palm of his left hand for Giselle, inside of it was a gorgeous engagement ring. [b]"Think this will get your family to stop asking us questions?"[/b] his cheeky grin still remained. [b]"Just gotta decide the right date. Popping on my knee at Christmas isn't romantic, nor Valentine's. I'm just waiting for the right moment, spur of the moment... Maybe I should take your sister to Japan next time I go."[/b]

[div align="center"]@giselle[/div]
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[Leif]

tiara fidelius.forums.net/thread/2665/silence-golden-tiara
[b]"Fire him."[/b] Tiara glared at her representative as he got up and left. The several other well dressed men and women left the shop as well, all leaving out the door. She shook her head. [b]"Now where did my waitress go."[/b] She looked around before she remembered she gave her the day off to close the shop to discuss business. With a smile pushed on her head she stepped forward to the table, before taking a seat across Maximillian Cooper.

[b]"Mr. Cooper."[/b] She grinned. She had met the man before, on a few occasions. There was something about him she couldn't quite place. [b]"I apologize for that. Tyler Financial was holding a meeting. On my  day off of all things? I don't get very many days off from the Confederation and Tyler, you know? What can I get you, sweetheart?"[/b] She flashed a soft smile and rose her hand in the air, snapping her fingers to have some muffins appear on the table. It took her many, many, years of practice to get it down right. She was great at charms and arithmancy. But, the other things of her could use more work. Being in her hundreds it seemed as if she was a master at a great many things now.

[b]"What about a drink?"[/b] She snapped her other fingers, to have two cups of coffee appear. It was a trick she learned to show off to couples, as shows were always great.


[Leif]

tagg fidelius.forums.net/thread/2664/catch-falling-star
Murtagh watched as his professor moved her hands and sat down a book. She had folded it shut. He didn't intend to interrupt her. He gulped, taking a breath. He looked at his violin. The bow was in the case. He reached forward for the bow and drew it out. He looked at his own violin silently. He wanted to say something he wanted to talk. The boy was nervous. A great deal nervous. He drew his bow and pulled a deep breath. [b]"I have a dream. You are there, high above the clouds somewhere. Rain is falling from the sky."[/b] his voice picked up as he drew his bow and begun playing the violin.

He closed his eyes and his violin picked up a great deal more. [b]"Come fly with me, oh, oh. Oh, oh."[/b] His soft voice picked up to be stronger, as his violin played, louder and louder. A smile grew across his features. He became lost in it. His tempo picked up a great deal. He continued going through the words of the song, flawlessly not missing a single beat. It was something he was practicing. He wanted to get it done before the summer. He had to perform it for the concert halls in Spain, Israel, and a few other places. His schedule was lighter than it originally was because his father insisted on it.

After a few moments he stopped, his chest was beating hard. [b]"I will focus ma'am. I promise I will. My schedule this summer, I turned down offers to play in Russia, Italy, and France this summer. I'll have free time. I will read the Transfiguration book before classes start, so I have an idea of what the concepts are."[/b] He quickly sat down. [b]"I didn't mean to interrupt your reading."[/b]


[Leif]

mikado fidelius.forums.net/thread/2495/confused-jubilance-nagisa
titan fidelius.forums.net/thread/2680/reunion-matilda
milo for tabby - argument? grandpa moving? "please tell me it is a joke tabby"
hugo fidelius.forums.net/thread/2500/remember