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Adam Pucey (adampucey) wrote in landing_rpg,

Westly's answer was indirect, though Adam fet contented. "Understandable. It is the a good excuse, though I suppose its more a luxury given to one who is celebrating a birthday. That has always been the case..." His could feel, more than see however, the effects his touch had to the other, so he continued, careful fingers lightly drawing lines across the other's pale skin. The contact afforded him the most amazing subtle sensations, and seeing as the other hasn't pulled away, he was hoping such meant Wes didn't mind as well.

I like getting attention. The information quickly registered to him, and immediately intrigued him. "I find it an impossibility to not notice you. You... stand out." Suddenly, the urge to apply as his personal, full-time attention giver entered his mind, but he knew he had to purge such emotions quickly. "I suppose that is true. We don't have to like our relatives, but we have our blood that binds us to them. In a way our love for them is one we cant escape despite our protests. And yes, we are." he nodded, when the one spoke of Scorpius. "One might say we have the strangest relationship. He is a complex character, and in some strange way I understand him more than most." He took their hands from his cheek, and he rested them against one side of his neck, his eyes closing for a second as the colder fingers brushed his warm skin. "I sometimes wich I could tell Scorpius. I fee as if I'm betraying him in one respect. I don't like it. But I'm certain I'm doing the right thing for him..."

"Ah." Adam could feel his attraction for the other swell to a point where it almost filled him up, overwhelmed him. Though from how he felt only minutes before, his feelings now were almost binding for him, inescapable. His heart started to thud against his ribcage, his breathing hitched, though he only hoped the other didn't notice. He tried his best to keep them at bay, and was thankfully, for the most part successful. A last scribble and a dot and the essay was finished. With an almost sad sigh, Adam placed his quill at the table and started rereading his work. It was an easy enough task, as he expected, having been through many transfiguration texts since he was young to perfect his Animagus form. In time, he was able to, so knowing the mechanics of Transfigurations has become almost second nature to him. He had descibed in great detail the processes, cause and effects, and scopes and limitations. Despite the very short period, he managed to fill the four feet parchment with his small cursive. "You can charm the writing to transform into yours." he suggested, throwing a quick spell to dry the ink before rolling the parchment neatly and handed the other his assignment. "Done and done." he had wanted to smile, but knowing that the other would soon leave, he couldn't get himself to.