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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentTecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

There was nothing new to that day, it was Max’s birthday but as usual she didn’t celebrate it, but it was nice to have received a letter from her eldest sister, but it was no surprise that no one else had sent her anything, regardless she was pleased that her sister had remembered her, every year the young woman likes to send Max a postcard and a present before Max travels back home. This year Max was going to stay in Tally, she wasn’t going to bother getting on a train to visit her family for three days only to be treated like she didn’t belong. She stared at the postcard for a while with a smile on lips, there wasn’t much to be happy about, but receiving that letter had made her happy.

Throughout the course of the day, things had been easy, Max had spent some time with Laurie, where Max received a box full of unicorn balls. It felt nice having someone during that day, even if Max believed it was just like any other day it was nice to spend it with a friend doing various things, something she rarely had the chance to do during that time, either because she never bothered to say it to anyone or simply because she was pressured to go home to celebrate it with ‘family’.

 Max was slightly excited for the end of the day, to spend some alone time with Senan, which was probably something she had been expecting, maybe they could watch a movie or something, they didn’t have to do anything, but spending some portion of the day with Laurie and the rest of it with Senan seemed liked the best birthday she could have asked for. She stood in front of the house with her backpack and a duffle bag, she looked at it from top to bottom with a smile on her face, every time she thought about what happened the smile grew, she couldn’t help how she felt like a strong magnetic force was pulling her towards him.  

She took a key from her pocket to open the door to the house, once the door was open, she walked inside and locked it again. “Senan?” she put the bag down and keys went back into her pocket. She paid little attention to her surroundings and walked to the living room, placing the paint can on the ground. Maybe Senan wasn’t around. She sat on the couch and looked at the blank wall, she took a sketchpad from her backpack and began drawing the sketch of the image she thought it would look good on the wall, depending on the color they both chose she was sure she could pull something interesting.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Double Agent✩ Kaitore
16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

Trying to figure out Maxine's birthday hadn't been the easiest thing, not when he needed to prepare for something that had been on their minds to do and keeping in a massive secret. Asking her directly, he felt, would've prompted her to put her curiosity that often ended up in snoop mode towards high alert. It'd been far easier to prepare under the guise of him expanding out to various contacts in order to find the meaning of the clue that had been left behind for them. While it wasn't entirely untrue, the last few weeks his mind had been far more preoccupied with designing just the perfect area for what her present would be. Perhaps it could've been viewed as a mutual present, it had been something that they both wanted to do and though he knew and understood the full implications he knew that she held a brief of enough of an understanding to comprehend the ceremony of it all. 

The time that Max spent away had been his time to make the final preparations, there'd been talk on what to use the basement for some time. Plans that could be made for the future, in the nearer future, however, Senan had other plans. He spent much of the day tossing things that had been useless or owned by the past individuals in proper discarded fashions, anything that had been a magical artifact of sorts had been safely locked away in a place that others wouldn't easily find them. Not until he could find a proper use for majority of them and for others? Well, destroying them would end up being the best course for the whole of Wizarding society. 

It was a spacious place, extending the full length of the home and offered the full scope of being adjustable and capable of a healthy renovation pursuit. As such, in the center of it, had been an earthen hollow that could fill just above the waist of a humanoid of six feet just above their navel. Filled just below the ridge before it would tip over unto the far more raised surface with an extremely thick liquid, the coloration of it held a somewhat fuchsia glower to it. Legitimately giving off a unique hue as if several fireflies had been trapped below its surface causing the glimmering expanse.

In truth, it had been part of the mixture as Fae; mostly Sidhe, tended to do things in varying amounts of excess. Things didn’t fit well for their rituals unless it held a proper place, stuck in the minds of the individuals in one way or another. Along the far end of the wall had been various unique tall urns that once held the oil that now pooled within the center of the basement. The walls and ceiling even held a unique form of dressing, illuminating lanterns that hung and floated in various parts of the room giving off a somewhat cyan emission. This accentuated the already glowering pool.

I’m in the basement.” Senan recalled up the steps towards her, hearing that the door had opened and closed along with the slight scraping that keys often made when sliding along the tumblers to the lock. He’d also been dressed for the occasion and not in a way that anyone unaccustomed to the ways of his Mother’s people would even remotely consider ‘Decent’. It’d been a think silk, the kind crafted and mended far differently than what Human’s and other races tended to use, lighter than spider’s silk even. The fabric rose and curled over his shoulders, bending inward to expose part of his chest in a ‘V’ pattern and continued downwards to barely conceal the far more ‘sensitive’ areas of a Male physique. His legs followed the same fabric yet covered the frontal and back portions of his thighs, ending just at the knee.

It often felt as if he were naked, and he may as well have been. The outfit largely had been exposing and cut in a way to reveal and accentuate every portion of his skin that held the unique markings that took up various portions of his body.

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentTecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

Max entered the house she didn’t hear Senan when he answered her, which she initially found awkward, but in the end, decided to get some work done. On the sketchbook Max began by drawing a tree with a lake in the back, a large grass field with several silhouettes, she began as a comic book section, small sketched squares that would eventually need to be enlarged into a proper idea and then resized in order to be visible on the wall. She looked at the paper with a smile on her lips, she continued to draw the same location, with different aspects what seemed to be an evolution of some sort, of the tree and the people around it. Her little sketch didn’t take long, she was starting to wonder if Senan was up to something in the house and that’s why she hadn’t been able to find him.

She looked into the bedrooms, the young man was nowhere to be found, he wasn’t outside either and the house didn’t have that many hiding places, the only place that remained to be searched was the basement. She opened the door and began to descend through the stairs. She slowly descended to the basement and was amazed by certain colors that she could see; she was so distracted that for a brief moment she saw her life flash before her eyes as she tripped on a step but was able to hold onto something hanging from the wall that prevented her from falling and eventually rolling down the stairs.

“Oh my God…” she looked around the room amazed at everything that she laid her eyes on. “What’s going on?” she asked with a surprised expression, eyes wide open looking in every direction until her eyes landed on him. Senan looked like an ancient Roman and Max’s eyes began to wander as she looked at him. There wasn’t much to imagine, she had already seen him, all of him before, but somehow, she couldn’t stop admiring him, as if it had been the first time, she had seen him. “What are you doing?” her smile widened with curiosity, she wondered what the young man had been doing and why he was dressed like that, more importantly, what had he done with the basement.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Double Agent✩ Kaitore
16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

At first he waited, assuming that the young woman had heard him at least until the time passed and her attention hadn't been quite pulled as he'd hoped it would've. Perhaps he should've tried yelling louder? No, it needed to be something that she walked in one, he couldn't go and get her doing so would've ruined the surprised based on the clothing that he donned on. This time did, however, give him the small bit of a frame to double check that everything that had been in perfect and accurate order towards the intention of this gift that he offered her; hope welled inside of him that she'd find it an overwhelming gesture. There had been no better time than her birthday, a time where in most countries and communities where 'Seventeen' had been an important leap towards adulthood. 

Just when he had decided that he waited long enough for Maxine to notice him the door swung opened and halted his movement to ascend the staircase. Each step taken by her reached his ears while the weight of her steps caused the durable wood to creek until she'd stopped only to be met with a smile of fondness etched on his face. Watching her almost trip he nearly reached out to try and catch her before she'd take the pummel of pain down the steps but it seemed that she caught herself just in the nick of time. 

Senan's posture straightened and arms held firmly at his side waiting for her to take in the effort that had been placed into the design and the different aspects that made up the temporarily presence of their basement. Reaching one of his hands out, he grasped hers to fully guide her down the final steps and further into the full exposure of the room. "Your present. In the time of my Mother's people, Romance and the like tends to be binding for some - mostly the higher Sidhe unless they held a fondness for mortal connections. This, my dearest, Maxine - Is our Ceremony." That was when he started to lead her further towards a table that had a similar attire as his own in fabric and design yet clearly stitched and made to fit the form of a slender female. "The light that fills the room represents that what happens between the two in the room is always opened, always shown. There is no shadow, no secrets. The individual that you choose to be the most opened with. At least, that's what the 'traditional' intention is meant as, it is barely followed these days." Of the many traditions that the Fae followed things that held the significance of the heart rarely ever had been held in high honor. 

"It is said that no trust had been greater amongst the Fae than between King Oberon and his Lady, Queen Titania of the Fairies. Their ever connecting understanding of their roles and one another had been a resolved legend of  mutuality in handling ones 'Kingdom' or personal domain.

His hands released hers and he picked up the clothing and settled them in her arms then turned away gently. "Usually, you're already dressed in the garb. So, I'll keep my eyes off of you until then." He had planned to describe her every point of the ritual, bit by bit, the intention and meaning behind it all. "The bright color of the regalia is meant to show a sense of 'Natural Purity'. Meaning that as much as they're of themselves, they're of nature as well. Not unlike a Bride in Human societies, just. . . Less of the idea of 'Sexual purity'." While it wasn't the explanation of 'Virginity' for Fae, it was a sense of being 'Pure' in the reverence and understanding the importance they played in the whim and laws of nature itself. At least, when it came to his personal Court. 

"The openings are usually for the markings that stretch across their skin, a sense of exposure and tempting enticement in one."

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentTecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

She was still watching the basement, amazed at what he had done. She didn’t struggle when he guided her to show her the room. Max wasn’t sure what was more surprising, the beautiful colors, the clothes he was wearing, or the fact that he had gone through the trouble of finding her birthday and preparing all that; the idea that he went through all that trouble only increased her heart rate, to think he’d gone through all that trouble just for her. A smile was plastered across her face as she thought about it, she felt like a child amazed at something new. Senan had taken it to a whole new level. Her eyes landed on him, she looked at with adoration, it didn’t matter how beautiful the room was, it was only like that because of him.

Her eyes were fixated on him as he spoke about their Ceremony, the idea to do it had been because of an accident, and to think that at the time she wasn’t even thinking but she hadn’t been lying, now, the desire to proceed with it is far greater than it had been that day. She followed him quietly. “You mean to trust someone completely? Without being scared of being judged or shunned?” Senan already was one of the people she was open to, she knew he wouldn’t judge her, and if he didn’t agree he would state so, accepting her own views, and she knew he was too. She trusted him enough to put her own life in his hands, she was sure he would do anything to keep her safe, the same way she would do the same to keep him safe.

Max took the clothing from him and looked at it for a while. “You … you don’t need to look away, unless, unless there’s some kind of rule that stops you…” after what had happened she believed that there would be no point in him turning away, unless something in the ceremony prevented him from seeing her, almost like in her culture a groom couldn’t see the bride before the wedding. She began to get undressed, folding her clothes and putting them down before putting on the piece of clothing Senan had given her as she listened to his words carefully. Once she the piece of clothing on, she approached Senan quietly and her hand touched his gently and held it.

She looked at him and smile, she was still trying to understand the whole purpose of it, mostly what it meant for both of them, but before that she needed to understand what it was, but she was struggling to understand it. “So…the ceremony it connects two people?”

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Double Agent✩ Kaitore
16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

He stood there, letting her take in the scene that had been crafted. It'd been something meant to be taken with awe, admiration, not for the intention of bragging but to fill the moment in understanding that it'd been special and ceremonial. Far more special than ceremony in his particular case, yet, skipping everything that concluded and combined to create the ritual needed to be included and emphasized. Step-by-step, things would need to be expound upon and the mere thought of its conclusive meaning drew a heat to his cheeks that he'd never before felt. It only seemed to intensify when her light-blue eyes settled on him, offering that piercing gaze that he'd been so fond of staring into. 

Senan wasn't sure if it had been the 'right time', it felt like the right time. It didn't feel as if he'd been driven by the sheer passion of blind desire, his wants and reasons were clear and free of the clouded obscurity that often came with teenage hormones and emotions colliding together. "In a sense. . . How do I explain it." There had been numerous connotations to the ritual - there'd been no true gender based 'Hierarchy' amongst his Mother's court. Anyone had been equal, provided that they held the means to exert such equality. Some did exist that preferred to be in the backgrounds, that held a better comfort behind the scenes. "Remember when I told you it is one of the ways to be 'Submissive'? It is a mutual connection - To be a firm and dominant rock or submissive and bending with one another. Like two rulers or leaders that hold the reigns together." That had been when his teeth bit at his lower lip. "Not. . .Unlike the societal view on. . . Marriage." His gaze narrowed, that had been the closest correlation in his mind and thought of it caused his face to light a blaze that it contrasted with the purple-like hue that resonated in the room. He trusted her, more than he trusted any individual and that had been pure fact in his opinion. She hadn't just earned it, she showed that she was worth such unhindered trust. 

A soft chuckle escaped from him, a smile touched his lips gently. Even if she couldn't see her at the moment he'd been oddly happy that she'd been fine with him seeing her change, her brought bare. "If we're going to go through with it, it will end up coming off anyways. The idea is that we're not really supposed to see one another until that moment. Not that way, anyways." Obviously, they broke that particular 'formality'. It wasn't necessary but he found that it had been a way to enhance the moment between the two of them, especially, since they hadn't yet crossed that far more intimate line that often occurred when two individuals had been stripped to the bare. Once her hand touched his he slowly turned away, silvery-gray eyes scanned her from shoulders and downwards. "Stunning. . ." The tips of his fingers brushed against Maxine's exposed skin from the newly worn attire and a smile creased along his lips, eyes staring at her fondly. 

"Yes, connects - binds. Two hearts, two bodies, two lives - becoming intertwined -One." The more he talked about it, the more obvious in his mind of how it -really- sounded. The intention had solidly been the same as the idea of marriage and the Fae had their own unique process of it due to predating Human society. "The oil is supposed to represent a kind of rebirth or renewal. Go in two, come out one but. . . In typically in the Oil they gain more intimate to seal the pact, as it were." Senan's gaze lowered in embarrassment though he slowly started to guide her towards the edge of the oil basin that sat and took up most of the center of the room. "It's a way of showing the act of being submissive and in control all in one, to show love and tenderness. Though many Fae see it as a means to gain power in this moment it would be what it had always been meant to represent.

His hands grasped hers tightly and he fully turned, the edges of his heels touched just off the edge of the heightened ledge. "If you don't want to go through with it given the connotations I. . . Understand. The more I talk of it, the more I describe It, I know. . . Now, exactly what the meaning is.

 

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentTecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

Senan proceeded to explain what he meant, and Max listened, not that she didn’t trust him, she did, but she wanted to know as much as she could about his culture, to understand it. What he explained made sense to her, the way a person views another and how they would be connected, people needed to compromise in order to be happy and make others happy, if one was only dominant than it would be tyranny and not something that would be mutually accepted. The more he proceeded to explain the more it sounded like it was a marriage ritual, maybe it was. At the thought of it, her cheeks became red, but she tried to push the thought of her head, there was no point in thinking about it now. She watched him with a smile, to some it looked like an impulsive and stupid decision, but to her, she knew that was what she wanted. “I think I understand what you mean, almost, like two sides of the same coin? Both sides, make one.” She continued to look at him, she was sure she understood, and while it was supposed to be something simple it scared her a little, but she was also excited about the whole thing.

Apparently, they had broken a rule? Was it even a rule or more like a stupid superstition? Maybe it was neither, but just something that they had been doing for a long time. It seemed that they would have to take off the clothes, after what had happened before she wasn’t as embarrassed as she was before, but she wasn’t sure if she could keep her eyes off him. She was caught a bit by surprise by his words, a faint blush covered her cheeks as she looked at him. She should be used to it by now, but every time he said something similar it just made her heart beat faster, he didn’t even have to say anything, sometimes, just by staring at him it happened, the overwhelming happiness.

She seemed to be right, in a way, two becoming one; the idea of marriage crossed her mind once more, this time she was able to remain calm, she wasn’t sure how long it would take for the idea to sink in, but she knew the thought scared her but excited her as well, she couldn’t explain the feelings. She followed Senan, after hearing what he had explained, that was when the thought began to sink, she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach, the same one that she had felt before when they were together in his dorm room. “Two become one…” she whispered as she slimed at the idea.

When his hands grasped hers and he turned to her, she squeezed his hands a bit. “I … “ Max looked at Senan’s eyes and smiled at him, it took her a while before she could get the words straight in her head. “I want to do this, if you do, it’s my present, but it won’t be much of a present if you don’t want to.” Her hands got free from his and her arms wrapped around his torso for a while, before letting go. Her hands slid along his arms and hold his hands before she looked up. “I’m nervous and scared, but I’m also excited and happy and a lot of things I can’t possibly describe, but if I could make you feel them, you’d feel they’re not feelings of someone who doesn’t want to do this.”

Max looked at the basin and then at Senan. “I know it’s hard not to compare this to a wedding or marriage, but … I already told you, I’ll stay by you, no matter what, and if you follow a destructive path of darkness, I’ll pull you out, or I’ll be your light.”

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Double Agent✩ Kaitore
16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

A smooth nod flowed from him as it seemed that Max understood the meaning that had been offered up to explain. The ritual held various implications, yet, the most prominent of it all had been the importance of two individuals connecting beyond the binds of social class in that moment. Albeit, after the ceremony social implications often played a larger key point as it settled the understanding that the two individuals would most likely be coming together to build further scions from their union. "For Fae, 'The end' isn't a viable escape from their devotions and oaths." A brief snicker passed by his lips, the same didn't exactly hold true for the two of them. However, that had been a small part of anything in a world naturally ephemeral even with the races that bypass longevities grasps. "So, for us, it would hold far more meaning. At least, that's how I'm viewing it." It was something that may not be known until it occurs. 

He couldn't help the way that he saw the young woman, she'd always been someone eye catching even when he hadn't been interested in her that way. Now, however, he noticed her as a ship noticed a lighthouse in the blackness of night. She'd been vibrant and shaped in a way that drew his eyes to trail and trace with a simple gaze, enough that he had started to bite at his lower lip. The imagination that had been roaring in his mind the last few weeks since their 'Almost' situation came back around once more and had been like a dragon of pure thought and creation. Reminding him of her bare form that he could only classify as true perfection to him. 

"Yes. . . Two become one. . ." That feeling within his chest pumped and throttled in a heated pulse. It'd been difficult for him not to see that they were more than just parallel's. Despite the fact that they'd already told one another their intention of staying around, being faced with it in a far more ritualistic manner that would accentuate it further drew a nervousness within himself. It'd been a practice he never thought to entertain, a practice that he had originally never wanted to do with any individual for the sake of staying at an arms length. Yet, this Red-Haired Heroine had managed to break through every expectation he held for himself and changed them in the wake of her blurring chaos. She'd been a world changer, his world changer, and each second he stood within her presence the more sure of the steps they were taking he became. 

Anxiety and nervous twirled together within his breast, unsure of what her answer would've been. The way she looked into his eyes started to ease it gradually while her words knocked a bigger chunk through the laborious feelings. "I wouldn't have went through all this if I didn't want to do it either." His arms snaked around her waist while the gap between the two of them had been closed tightly from the embrace. The tip of his fingers slid against the soft skin of her forearms until their hands met once more, clasped together firmly. "I'm nervous too, I've never done. . . Something this committing. Not of my own will and that's what makes this so extremely liberating. That is my choice to want to go through with it on my end.

A soft smirk touched his lips as he started to lead the both of them deeper into the basin. The pooling oil pressed against the dangled strips of fabric that hung from his attire and pushed it up lightly instead of weighing down upon it due to the unique desire of the clothing compared to Human based clothing. "It is somewhat like that though, Maxine. I suppose I hadn't considered it before until I started to explain it to you but even so. . . I want to do this." This hadn't been for anyone else except for the two of them, he found that the greatest present he could give to his Girlfriend, the woman that he fell in love with so quickly had been to offer himself entirely.

"You've already been my light, you know."

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentTecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

It had been an easy explanation to follow. The rituals sounded fascinating, but also complicated to her and for someone who liked to complicate things she liked when things were easy, however, the way he spoke and he explained everything to her made everything less complicated, which she was grateful that he was doing it. Max understood that neither of them was going to live forever, while she didn’t mind, she understood that everything alive must one day or another die and be reborn as something new. She turned to him with a smile, everything in life had more meaning if those with those one loves and cares for, this was no exception. She nodded at his comment, agreeing with him. As long as she was with him, she was sure everything she did had more meaning, it wasn't the same if she was alone, or with someone else, she didn’t treasure as much as she treasured him.

The thought kept lingering in her mind, two becoming one. She smiled at the thought of it, but she still couldn’t believe that they were going through with it. If someone had asked Max not long before the school year had started, she knew exactly what the last thing she wanted was to be tied to someone, but now, now she doesn’t want anything else but to be able to enjoy life with Senan and, it’s no longer the feeling of being tied, it was the feeling of being free in a way not many can understand. She didn’t feel trapped or caged, she was freer than she had been, and he didn’t put out her fire, he helps her control it, nurtures it and allow it to grow stronger, there were no words to describe what she was feeling, the only way to understand was to be in her place, and even then it wouldn’t be easy.

Hearing that he wanted as well, and not just because she thought and mentioned it in the past took a weight off her shoulders. She smiled at Senan as he spoke. Her hands squeezed his own a bit tighter as she looked at his eyes, she kept being fascinated by them. “If it’s your choice, along with mine … I … I don’t see a reason not to do it.” she took a deep breath. She couldn’t explain why she was still nervous and yet excited, but one thing she knew, and that was that they were both doing it on their own free will, not to please one another, but because they wanted to.

She followed, deeper into the basin. The soft touch to the oil felt good against her skin, not like water, a far more relaxing sensation. “I want to do it too … regardless of how it sounds or how it’s portrayed.” Her smile grew as she looked at him. While it did sound like a marriage, she saw it as much more than that, it wasn’t a display or a show for others to see, this was for them, and them alone. “As long as I can, I will always be your light, I promise you.” She loved Senan, and she intended to stay by his side and do whatever it took to help.

Max could continue to feel the oil before she looked at him, she wasn’t sure what they were supposed to do, but the oil’s scent was really nice, the type of scent that could relax a person. “So … how does this … goes?”

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Double Agent✩ Kaitore
16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

A Celebration of Life, or at least, the celebration of attempting to solidify a constant individual within that life. It'd been the idea of intention that drove him, when it came down to it; What Senan wanted out of what the two of them had started build with one another had been something that would be lasting. To -show- that he wanted it to last beyond just living those days with one another, sure, he could've done that only and proved it everyday which he'd already told himself that he would. Symbolism, however, was something often very strongly driven in those of the Fae as was the intention with Nature itself with its numerous bouts of balance and the systematic way it had all worked off one another. The Fair people stood as much as guardians as symbols for their purpose in the revolving doors that had been life itself, after all. 

Senan's lips curved into a wide smile, uncharacteristically so, just from hearing her give a confirmation that she'd been willing to go through with it. His head nodded with visible ease and a hint of excitement that he would perhaps be far more shocked that he showed if he ever saw it done in a mirror. "It is my choice -- Our choice. That's what makes it doubly important. It wouldn't hold much meaning if it had only been one sided." In the category of birthday gifts, it wasn't conventional, not by a long shot. It also wasn't something specifically intended only for her which probably made it far more along the lines of a bad gift in the eyes of other people. To him, however, it made perfect and utter sense with how things escalated between the two of them and even how close they came to doing many things and discover other things that had been designed by the necklace. Which, oddly enough, he hadn't been wearing - it made him feel far more naked without it around his neck even with the short time that he had with the trinket. Yet, he refused to allow it the benefit to ruin another moment for the two of them. 

The oil held a warmth to it, not too hot, but enough to make am impression against the skin as if it were a soothing embrace. "Hearing you say that with such confidence is. . . You're amazing." His words formed in the usual straightforward manner that he held. "You don't need to make that promise. That you feel you do, however, means more to me than I could even manage to actually describe."  His hands slowly wrap around her waist and a smile stretches from the corners of his mouth. "And I'll be your shadow when you need me to be, sometimes protection can always come the form of a light, you know." Which had been ironic for him to say, being a Half-Fae aligned towards the concept of Light itself, that he found the shadows far more comforting and a means to offer a shield to the woman that he had all to himself. 

"Well now. . ." His hands dipped into the water and pressed together, shaping of a cup-like form. Some of the oil pooled in and he lifted his hand up. "We pour some oil over one another's head, slowly and steadily. It's supposed to represent the closeness of washing one another." After the brief explanation his hands tipped over the tip of her head, the oil pouring gingerly from the tips of his fingers as if it were a spout, cascading over the red-locks of her hair. The unique magical properties of the oil made it so that even if it had connected in her eyes it'd be as if it were water, no amount of stinging or obscurity of the vision itself. Crafted and honed towards the quality assurance of such rituals. His hand then lowered to rest at his side.

"After we do this we. . . Disrobe. While doing that we essentially say, er, a sort of vow. What we plan to offer one another before the embrace." This had been the awkward part of things, he knew what she'd stated. The process of it all, however, had been quite intimate by the standards of Humans. Fae often not following the similar societal stigma's that were held in the Human societies. "And from there we. . . Give over to one another."

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentTecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

The smile on his face only made hers grow wider, it was a sight she never got tired of watching, she loved to see his smile, while she couldn’t exactly explain, seeing it just lifted her spirit and filled with a feeling hard to describe, while to some it would sound insane, how it was possible, she just knew how she felt whenever she looked at his smile, seeing it for the first or tenth time she would still feel the same. Hearing it that it was their choice only made her heart beat a bit faster than before, she was ready for it, she wanted it and she didn’t care how others could perceive something like that, the thought behind every preparation, that was truly amazing.

Her once stretched smile became a softer one as she watched Senan, her eyes always fixated on him “I think you’re the amazing one.” she looked at him in adoration. “I will always make this promise, I won’t let you forget that you’re not alone and while I can, I will never let you feel that way.” While her words might not have meant much, she was planning on living by them, never making him feel like he was alone and with no place to turn to, whenever he needed, she would be there. “Every light needs a shadow, and every shadow needs a light. I don’t think one can live without the other.” A simple analogy, yet a cliché, she didn’t consider herself to be light, but in his darkest moments, she would be, as she was sure he would be hers if she needed it.

She watched Senan’s actions and listened to his words, taking them all in. She tilted her head lightly to be easier for him to pour the oil over her head, that quickly soaked her hair. The scent of the oil had been relaxing and was now embedded in her hair. Once his hands rested close to him, she scooped a bit of oil, mimicking his actions, and poured it down his head slowly. She watched the liquid she had poured down his head soaked his hair, and only some fell back into the basin. Max closed her eyes for a moment, taking in not only the beauty of the event but also the feelings and the scent that surrounded her. It was everything at once and when she could filter through all the feelings that were trampling one another, each trying to have its spotlight, the only constant feelings were joy and how she felt about him. She opened her eyes to stare at Senan as she took a deep breath.

Max wasn’t sure who she was supposed to disrobe, was it her? Was it him? It wasn’t too important, for the time being. She had told Senan how she felt and her promise to him, but she felt it needed some more. She looked up at him and closed the gap between the two a little as her hand reached out to his clothing. She wasn’t sure what would be more embarrassing, undressing and getting undressed, or having to do it while talking. Max wasn’t sure how to feel about what comes after the confession, or vow, but she was sure it wasn’t going to mess with her mind as much as this was. Her heart began beating faster than before and there was a tingling sensation in her heart, she was nervous, yet happy.

“A vow…” she repeated the word. “There’s not much I can say after what I said earlier but … to add to everything I said earlier…” she started. Her hands were a bit shaky, was she supposed to undress him while talking or was she supposed to do it after talking? It was during, he had said during. Max was confused, perhaps it was the nervousness. Her hand shyly moved to start to undress Senan, as he had told her. “I will never judge you and I will never try to stop you from being yourself. You’re your own person and I love that person. You’ll always have a home, a place where you feel wanted, needed and loved.”.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Double Agent✩ Kaitore
16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

If he kept getting entranced by the young woman's smile he knew they would somehow manage to stand in the vat of oil the entire time. Eyes lowered slightly to catch glimpse of that gentle curve of lips that etched on her face. She'd been like a reflection of his heart, the smile that beamed screamed everything about her personality in his mind. Bright, optimistic, the kind of smile that would set a day on track properly - at least it would and always had set his day on the proper pace since their feeling had been known, not only to themselves but to one another. It injected the atmosphere with less anticipation for him, knowing that such an expression had been easy for her to form was a great sign in his mind. 

"Me. . .?" The fact she would even consider him as someone amazing had been baffling. While he agreed the young man had several talents he didn't think any of them warranted being labeled such a thing, yet, here she'd been parroting his own words. A soft chuckle exuded from him, perhaps even a light tint of red at the realization of how important he'd been to her. "Becoming poetic on me now, Max? I had no idea that had been one of your passions and talents." He shouldn't have put it passed the red-head to have such a soul, however. She seemed the type that could whip out a poetic phrase and not even realize it, not even consider it truly the sort. If only she could've actually heard herself from his view, how smooth and soothing she sounded. 

Senan's head lowered slightly to make it far easier for Max while she poured the oil along the dark brown locks of his hair. The substance caused the strands of hair to gain a heaviness to them as they drooped and clung to the forehead and edges of his face. A soft sigh escaped passed his lips while the warmth of the oil slid across his entire form, seeping into the fabric of the clothing as it took it in almost as if it were instinct or specifically designed to respond when a certain action had been followed through. His eyes closed gently and the aroma of that pooled from the oil swept through his nostrils, the bass of his heart thumped rapidly to the point he could imagine the very sound of it pulsating in his very ears. When the stream that fell from Max's hands ended his head lifted up slowly, posture relaxing and yet still staying graceful - trained. 

A course of air passed between his lips as he watched the red-head reach her hand out. He felt the presence of her hand brush against the outside of the dampened fabric that clung to him and as a response his own hand reached out, sliding along the area where the robe-like attire clung to Maxine's own body. His heart that had already been rapidly racing kicked up even faster, its effect reached to the very pit of his abdomen where the feeling of thousands of butterflies trapped inside fluttered about nonsensically. Slowly he'd start to remove the article of clothing from her, a gentle and intimate motion of sliding it away as if he were in no hurry to remove her clothing. 

"You can't take all the good ones, Max. . . You've to leave some for me." The smile on his face grew faintly, tone of voice softened into almost an unspoken whisper that only the two of them could perceive. "Maxine. . . You'll never be forgotten by or treated as less than you truly are. You're a priceless gem, -My- priceless gem. I'll do and give anything to you if only you just ask it of me to do." Once both of their ceremonial garb had been stripped away they floated within the pool of oil. "You're my Queen, my equal in every way and the person who. . . Balances me out entirely." After speaking he couldn't help the urge that built within his chest, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers in a soft gentle touch. 

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentTecri
17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

The words his voice carried had a surprised hint to it and it only made Max's smile grown. She nodded, he was amazing and even if he wasn’t able to see it, she could, and she never got tired of it. She was caught by surprised when he spoke, poetic? She didn’t think it was poetic, but, after saying it again in her mind she came to the realization how it sounded, and it didn’t matter since it was how she felt, she knew he could understand the feeling behind it. Senan had been important in her life, he had become the most important person to her in such a short time that she was still trying to comprehend how quick it all happened, but she wasn’t the one to go thinking about it, she would rather enjoy the feeling and share it with him.

She watched the liquid fall from her hands and onto him. The action made everything that was happen more real than it was, Max’s heart was pounding so fast in her chest that she could feel it every time it beat. Every second suddenly turned into minutes, everything was much slower, almost as she could watch and experience, hear and feel everything. The touch of his hand didn’t snap her out of the feeling, the same way she continued to take his robe he took hers. She wasn’t in a hurry, she moved slowly, taking in everything that accompanied the action of removing the clothing that clung to his body. The tingling sensation in her heart was still burning like a wild fire that didn’t want to be put out as they continued. After a while she could no longer feel the clothing’s soft touch on her body.

Max listened to Senan’s voice, taking all the words and meanings behind it. A soft smile showed on her lips as he continued to speak, the soothing sound of his voiced calmed her beating heart, but only made the fire burn brighter and stronger, a feeling she would welcome with open arms. She didn’t know how to react to everything that he had said, the meaning of his words touched deeply within her, she was his and he was her, as one could put in the most cliché way possible. Max barely had time to speak before she felt the gentle touch of his lips on hers, while she pressed hers onto his. Her arms reached out to wrap around him as the gap between the two began to close until the gap between the two disappeared.

The feelings began wrapping Maxine, mostly nervousness and happiness, mostly for what was to come, it was more the nervousness for the unknown than it was for anything else, the not knowing what was made her nervous, while she possibly had an idea, she wasn’t sure, but instead of thinking too much about it she let the feeling of their embrace take the better of her thoughts as she continued to wrap Senan close to her.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Double Agent✩ Kaitore
16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

Words spoken by him from an opened heart, Senan couldn't imagine being anything less in the presence of Max and what she continued to off him as a person. In their relationship where she placed herself as much of a support as she did a shield, even when he didn't ask of her to do so. Her stubborn care is what drew him to her arms and her opened heart and generosity had been what kept him there as well, an individual whom had no peer in his sight when it came to the affections she pulled from him. With the two of them now laid bare before one another, her arms stretched around his neck and his own snaked around her waist into a close pull, there'd only been one thing left to do that would seal their 'Fae Inspired' covenant towards one another. 

The heat of his body burned with an intensity for her and the thoughts that flooded his mind, they nearly broke towards the point of giving themselves over to one another and yet. . . It hadn't occurred. The time simply wasn't right, wasn't truly precious enough for the woman that he planned to be fiercely loyal towards. Yet, now, when it called for it - that 'moment' seemed to be perfect and in line with what the very beat of his heart desired. Part of him had hoped she did as well while the remainder had an inkling that she not only wanted it but had found her own resolve and presence of mind to go through with it. While it wouldn't be his first time, it'd be his first time with -her-, with love actively being involved in the equation. 

It'd been a thought that struck him to the very core and one that urged the fiery passion within his chest to roar forward, lips pressing against hers firmly and without abandonment. As he started to take her into his arms, diving only slightly lower into the pooling surface of the oil. . .

Fade to Black - Obvious reasons, right?

The ceremony had been finished. . . But that hadn't been the interesting bit of information. As his arms wrapped around Maxine, holding her closely while the pool of mostly Oil surrounded them up to their shoulders. His finger tips traced along the form of his hand while his lips kissed the nook of his jaw in a tender and feathery touch. Senan's tone of voice shifted to a low and intimate whisper, a near chuckle of happiness laced through it. "And it is complete. . . We are, effectively, one now.

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The clock seemed to have been stuck in time, Max didn’t mind, even if it seemed that everything was moving slower than it should be, almost like it was following the clock. She took the time to enjoy his arms wraps around her with care, arms that showed affection. There was no doubt about much he cared for her, and how much she cared for him. The burning sensation continued and didn’t seem to be going anywhere, the same applied for her, she was where and with who she wanted to be with, doing something she wanted, that they both wanted, both opened to the idea. That was their moment, they secret, and it would belong only to them, where they would be one.

There were no words that could describe how much she cared for him, the same way that there were no words to describe why. Senan was warm and gentle, despite his rough exterior, until someone penetrates deep enough to see what’s underneath it. She later understood why he kept people away, he was trying to protect them and her. She closed her eyes briefly, being taken by the moment.  

After the ceremony her arms were wrapped around him in a soft embrace, enjoying the warmth of the moment. She couldn’t describe the feeling, the tingling sensation was still there, still burning bright, only now it wasn’t a nagging her, almost like her fears and doubts had vanished. She smiled at him as she heard his voice, softly whispering in her ear. The information took a while to settle, she was still lost in his touch. “Yes. We’re one.” A faint taint of red was spread across her cheeks as she looked at Senan, her lips always wearing a smile.

Her arms never let go of him, always wrapped around him to feel his touch. Her head softly leaned on him. She had other times to do that, she simply wanted to hold him for a while, to continue to feel his embrace. She remained in the same position for a while, not moving, not wanting to move until she looked up at him. “What now? Do we stay here? Or is there something else?” she smiled softly at him, wondering if he had anything else planned or if they could just stay like that. “I actually wouldn’t mind just…stay like this, at least, for a while longer doesn’t have to be here…”

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Double Agent✩ Kaitore
16 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

Arms wrapped around her waist, pulling the young woman closer and against himself while his fingers traced lovingly along the horizontal life of her waist, crossing over her navel in a gentle course. This hadn't been his first encounter with someone when it came to sex in general, it'd been the first time he could say it was legitimately intimacy. His body felt raw and hot, pleased and enjoyed, spent and yet still eerily energetic as if he could go for more. It had all been connected and stemmed from the woman that sat upon his lap while the two of them waded within the oil. A tender kiss was placed along the edge of her collarbone while his silvery-grey eyes lifted up and looked towards her face. "To see you happy about that prospect . . . It does something unique inside of me. Sparks my own happiness and contentment that I'd been able to meet you. Even if we did give one another a hard time at the start of it.

The way things had unraveled and expedited between the two of them, even with the danger that lingered in the air. None of it could be considered a regret for him, the only thing he could actively regret had been that he hadn't considered her place in his life until far later than it happened. Yet, would the two of them have been so in love with one another if it had taken any other place? Their embarrassment and frustrations, it tempered and fueled them towards subconsciously seeking one another, pushing away quick and immediate satisfaction for one another's presence even with the lingering feelings and emotions of desire and potentially lust. "We can stay here, just like this, Max. There's nothing else that needs to be done or observed it's all concluded." His hands started to slide and rest on her thighs, the tip of his nails drag in a gentle trace in what could be made out as the Celtic 'Tree of Life', the symbol of the gift that she'd given.

A symbol that meant far more to him now than it did back home. 

Senan chuckled lightly with a smile that stretched across his face in admiration of the red-haired woman that sat upon him. "You're a secret romantic, aren't you? I guess I can't speak much on that, I've less urge to want to move and more of an urge to just stay with you, like this." His eyes met hers once more and then he leaned in to press his lips softly against hers, letting the giddy feeling that vaulted through his chest and the shivering heat of desire flow along his spine before pulling away in a slow ease. Their lips barely inches apart and his eye contact with her never breaking after the fact. "You've all of me, Max. I'll never stray and never allow someone to take me away from you."

Not even his own mother.

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17 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ she/her

Her arms remained wrapped around him. It was almost as she was completely exposed, not physically, but emotionally as well, while it sounded like an abstract concept to her, it was by far a bad one. She closed her eyes, head leaning onto Senan, his touch was soft and gentle, not only as his arms wrapped around her to pull her close but also when he kissed her, even the sound of his voice was soft and gentle. He was happy and that simple fact made her heart beat a bit faster for him. She was grateful for the day they met, would they have developed the same sort of friendship and affection if they hadn’t met by accident? Perhaps, and perhaps it would have taken them longer to even realize what they had in front of them. Her hand touched his cheek as she pressed her lips against his in a soft manner, showing the same gentleness as he was showing her. It was like answer to his statement. While they gave each other a hard time they eventually came to realize what they meant to one another.

She hadn’t expected things to turn out like that, the way they felt and treated each other was nowhere similar the first time they did, and to think that underneath all that she could find someone similar, someone who she had fallen in love with. Her was still beating faster, the burning sensation was still there. “I wouldn’t mind staying like this, it’s warm, it’s safe, it’s perfect, absolutely perfect.” She commented as she felt his nails along her thigh. She smiled upon realizing what he was drawing, the Tree of Life, the same symbol of the silver pendant she had given him.

Romantic? She was far from romantic, she did like it and she wished she was, but she wasn’t, maybe she could learn a few things. His lips pressed against hers and she reciprocated the action. She parted from him and smiled at Senan. “Then let’s stay like this, for a while longer.” She really wanted to stay like that, to continue to feel the warmth of his body. She could also feel it someplace else, she just wanted to rest on him, taking in the moment, and more importantly it felt like it was never going to end. “I know you won’t Senan. I know you will never leave, not willingly.” Her forehead touched his in a soft motion. “I won’t leave you either.” That was obvious, she wasn’t planning on leaving Senan, she had promised it.

“I told you before that if you died, I’d do everything to find you and to get you back, the same applies if you’re forced to go somewhere you don’t want to. I will find you and I will bring you back.” She smiled at Senan. He probably knew how much she cared for him, how much she loved being around him and more importantly how much she loved him.

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