Evan Rosier Jr. (evantual) wrote in spoilersrpg, @ 2016-05-30 16:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | evan rosier jr, harlan flint |
WHO: Harlan and Evan Jr.
WHAT: Pillow talk of the 'muggleborns are awful' variety
WHEN: Monday, midday
WHERE: Harlan's marital bedroom (because they're classy)
RATING/STATUS: PG-13, COMPLETED IN GDOCS
Most couples used the time after having had sex for cuddling. They would talk about sweet nothings, or nothing at all. Most didn’t use the time to lay with a good foot between them as they discussed the genocide of a subgroup within the magical community and how the tide was going to turn their way.
“We’re here, we’re at a boiling point,” Evan said, turning his head to look at Harlan. The Rosier looked sweaty and flushed, the covers bunched around his waist and covered one of his legs. He ran a hand over his chest, feeling how his heart was slowing with every passing minute. He licked his lips, rolling away from Harlan to scoop his underwear off of the floor. After all, they’d been together for nearly a quarter of an hour already- Evan had to return to work at some point, and Mrs. Flint was sure to return from tea with friends eventually- even if she did have the squalling baby Marcus with her. He slipped the underwear on, but he still got back onto the bed, rambling on and on about the Dark Lord and how the tide was turning.
“We have more history, this is our world. The liberal papers keep saying we’re stuck in the old days, but the truth is we’re rebelling. We’re pushing back against the idea that everyone gets to stick their hand into the magical pot, it’s not true. We earned our right to be here by birth, if someone were to come up to you and say ‘I should have the same inheritance as your son because I am aware of it and I live in the same general area, so you should pay up now, Flint.’ Does that sound right to you?”
It was hard to get Evan off of the topic of why purebloods were better than muggleborns once he got going like this; the wider eyes, the way he worried his upper lip with his tongue. All of it.”
Harlan's eyes followed Evan as he got out of bed, gaze raking over his naked body before there was underwear being pulled up his legs to cover parts of him. He didn't move, the covers barely over him at all as he lay sprawled on the bed, his breath growing less ragged with each passing exhale. Nothing Evan was talking about was news to him - they were on the same page, the same side, but sometimes the words needed to be said even if the audience was already properly informed.
"No, of course it doesn't sound right, because it's not," he replied, rolling onto his side and propping up onto his elbow. "All these people want their piece of the pie but they don't realize it's not theirs for the taking. Just because you want it doesn't mean you can have it. That's not how the world works, which they refuse to accept. So how is it going to get through their thick skulls unless someone shows them?"
“If they don’t agree, they can be the bodies we step on as we ride to the top,” Evan said, raising a brow. For a moment he smiled. Harlan wasn’t the man he was in love with, but he could appreciate the form before him: the muscles, the tight skin, the eyes. Harlan Flint was a handsome man, and Evan had a weakness for handsome men (didn’t everyone?) “Do you know what I find amusing, Harlan?” Evan said, his voice getting a little sing-songy, the way it always did before he said something that he was pretty sure meant he was smarter than anyone else in the room. Especially Harlan, Harlan was sinew and no brains to Evan.
“I find it amusing that you’re talking about how wanting something doesn’t mean I can have it. And yet, here I am. I wanted you that Christmas night, and I had you. And every time I’ve wanted you, I’ve had you.” He reached over and grabbed the back of Harlan’s head, fingers in his hair as he kissed the quidditch player hard- hard enough to make his point.
“I hope you’re aren’t as soft on mudbloods and blood traitors.”
Harlan had been aware of the undertone of his words, as he so often was when thinking about the situation they were in. He smirked into the kiss, nipping at Evan's lower lip before he pulled back and rolled his eyes. What they were talking about were two completely different scenarios.
"The difference is that I wanted you too," he replied easily. He pressed another hard kiss against Evan's lips and smirked as he pulled away. "And continued to. I have no such feelings toward that filth."
“Good man,” Evan said. He was up after that, finding his clothes and pulling them on as he kept watching Harlan. “When is your wife going to be back? I think the ‘I’m here to advise your husband in a legal matter’ works if you’re naked.” The younger Rosier man had a point- but the last time Mrs. Flint had walked in on them, they’d been dressed and Evan had swallowed. A close call all the same. He found his blazer, and pulled it on- all he would need was his tie, and then he’d be gone again. Maybe for a few days, maybe for a full month. It was hard to tell with him, and especially with Amycus soon out of school (a fact he’d loved throwing into Harlan’s face to get him feisty) it wasn’t as if he’d be lonely.
And more importantly… Rabastan was getting out of school.
His wife. Harlan hated that those words existed and were true. Honestly, he had no idea when she was supposed to be home and had blanked on what she'd left to do - as so often happened when Evan came over. His jaw set as he thought, his gaze sticking on Evan as he got dressed. Harlan hated when that happened, too. The rest of his day was definitely going downhill.
"I don't know, probably soon if I had to guess," he replied, which was honest, because he didn't want her finding them and causing a scene. "I'm getting an apartment," he added, rubbing his hand over his face. "For getting away from her."
“An apartment to get away from your wife,” Evan repeated, raising a brow. “That sounds very smart. If you want a scandal in the papers or suspicions on what sort of company you keep. Both male and death eater,” he rolled his eyes then, still hunting for his tie- which was in fact under the covers, by Harlan’s thigh, but Evan didn’t know that he began to pull furniture back and to the side to see where it had gotten.
He rounded the bed over at Harlan’s side, checking around his pillows (taking a moment to kiss the man), and finally spotting the end of it.
“Help me with this- the elves do it at home,” he said, putting the strip of green fabric around his neck and letting Harlan do to the work. “Counter offer to you getting an apartment. You get a small summer home, claim it’s for the whole family, and spend most of your time there. No neighbors to see who comes and goes, outside of the city, you can claim you’re there to fly in the off season. Besides, I like the country, I could get some work done there between… sessions.”
Harlan had thought it all out, honestly, and didn't see issues with the apartment. He wasn't dumb enough to get it in his own name, and with Apparation there was no reason anyone would be able to associate him with it. That didn't mean he didn't listen to Evan's points, though, and gave a shrug as he pushed himself up out of bed to stand so he could easily do Evan's tie.
"I could do a summer home," he agreed, fingers moving swiftly to put the tie into a good knot, honing a little tug on it once it was done. "The sooner the better on that - this place is exhausting."
The door was opening downstairs, Evan could hear the light tinkle of bells. He snorted and gave Harlan one last kiss.
“I’m going to apparate out- I highly suggest that you run into the shower and pretend that’s why you’re in such a state of undress.” The lawyer straightened up, giving a look when he could hear the baby already crying on the stairs. He was gone a moment later, as if he’d never been there to begin.