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p . harkiss (eveningstars) wrote in valesco,
@ 2016-12-29 16:03:00

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POTIONS MASTER

peophin
2017-01-07 04:55 am UTC (link)

It occurred to Penelope one day, as she flopped back on the tabletop in a vain attempt to catch her breath from the distraction that had caused them to miss their proposed afternoon of ice skating, that Sage was a very adept potioneer. And as a very adept potioneer, would he not surely have a great command of many, many potions? Love potions, even? For that was the only explanation she could think of for this—this obsession that she could not shake.

Not in school (she'd have fainted if he'd ever gotten so close), nor perhaps Beau's party (she hadn't taken anything from him), but—surely there was some explanation! Sneakily well-timed doses of the Elixir to Induce Euphoria? A worrisome amount of Felix Felicis to ensure he always got—lucky?

One night, in a frankly loopy stupor from what they'd just finished, Penelope actually voiced this general concern of hers aloud—though, to this day, she vehemently denied it. But them, and public outings? Not so much. Which was why when she discovered they were both going to Poe's party…

"We can't go together," she insisted. They couldn't even make it out the door most times! They would meet there. And needed to observe a space bubble. And probably should be holding something, in both hands! Empty hands invited mischief. Despite her absolute absurdity, Penelope was determined to prove, if only to herself (and the love potions master), that she was not ruled solely by hormones.

Feeling quite smart, she'd arrived, visited friends, played party games, nibbled on snacks, and… seen Sage.

If Penelope was thinking right now, she'd have been scandalised. But right now, she was only concerned that even her arms wrapped around Sage's shoulders left too much distance between them. Pressing against him, she lifted her hand to draw his head further down when a discordant tinkling sound snapped her out of her daze. The glass she'd so insistently carried around, now empty, had just dropped to the ground. And shattered.

"Whoops," she murmured, looking down.

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theodyssey
2017-01-08 08:55 pm UTC (link)

Sage's eyes trailed down to the ground with Penny's. It was a testament to the genius of Poe Harkiss, the display of magic that was the cleaning spells ingrained in the floors (and walls) of The Barn. He watched as the little liquid left in her bottle was sucked between the spaces of the wood flooring and the pieces of glass jumped together and swept away, disappearing with a poof when it hit the wall. If he had any room in his brain to focus on magical theory, he would have wondered how exactly...

His breath caught as Penny's fingers danced up his neck, any lost attention turning back to her. There had been something of a challenge set, that their evening would be spent out, enjoying the air and vibes and people, and while Sage did find himself feeling happy that he'd seen Mina and Zayn, had enjoyed the few drinks forced (but not really) down his throat, he wasn't at all perturbed with how easily his arms had slid around Penelope.

"You've got to be more careful," he said, his head continuing its journey to close the space between them. How they had managed to find a dark and empty corner in this blast (sometimes literally) of an evening, he couldn't be sure. Maybe it was the potions Penny thought he was slipping into their drinks. The thought brought a quirk to his lips that were currently a hair from brushing against hers. "You might draw attention this way."

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peophin
2017-01-10 02:59 am UTC (link)

The lack of action her now-disappeared mess required made it all too easy to turn her attention dreamily back to Sage. "That would be bad," she agreed, her fingers circling the nape of his neck lightly. Having their little corner intruded upon might have the sobering effect the shattering glass did not, and the only polite thing to do upon getting caught would be to tear herself away from him. And Penelope simply did not care for the idea of that, no.

Though there was absolutely no reason for her to be doing so, she was pouting. It was rather difficult to tell, however, as their lips had only just touched when she moved to kiss the side of his mouth, and then his jaw, and then the point on his neck where his pulse beat. She moved up, leisurely, until she could just whisper in his ear, in a scolding manner, "You're not supposed to be encouraging me." Her teeth scraped teasing against his lobe.

What was it about Sage that simply made her lose whatever shred of inhibition or control she had? As she pressed her forehead to his, her other hand trailed down his shoulder, to his chest… "People aren't supposed to feel like this," she sighed against his lips.

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theodyssey
2017-01-12 10:51 pm UTC (link)

Then why did they? Sage was most certainly not under the influence of anything that could hinder him sexually or heighten romantic feelings. Hell, lately, for these past few weeks (months? Had it been months?) he had not felt much of a need to handle anything remotely intoxicating outside of Penny Fawcett. His heart pounded in his chest every time he caught sight of her, he literally could not keep his hands from slipping beneath fabric to graze her skin (like they were right now), and it felt strange to not have her lips on his when they were in such close proximity.

So he didn't have an answer to the statement Penny had posed. If there had been an answer for whatever magnetism it was between them there would have been books published with the explanation and a lack of poetic music on the radio. It didn't have to make sense, it just was, and Sage was willing and thrilled to enjoy it for as long as they had it.

He kissed her in response, his hand on her back pressed between her and the wall. Sage crouched against her, never finding much difficulty to ease his body to align with Penny's, and his left hand, the one on the side hidden away from the party-goers in the darkness of the corner, trailed down her back and under her thigh.

"We almost made it to midnight," he teased, as it was now his lips' turn to journey along her jawline. Sage's wandering hand gripped her tightly and he smiled against her neck. "That's longer than I'd imagined."

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peophin
2017-01-22 05:42 am UTC (link)

"I wasn't even here half the night," she half-mumbled into his ear, her hand sliding low between them—or, at least, attempting to, had his own not been so frustratingly, teasingly good at what it was doing. "That's cheating."

She'd been somewhat intoxicated the first few times they had—anything, so Penelope thought with great vindication that they'd surely slow down and keep their hands to themselves if she abstained.

They had not.

Perhaps she needed more sleep? Or a more nutritious breakfast, or—the list of variables considered became so ridiculous that Penelope had even, at one point, questioned whether her new potion regime was responsible for this maddening response and went off it for a day before sense prevailed. Even to her mind, it wasn't quantifiable, this thing between them—though perhaps, in 1988, she could distill whatever it was about Sage Yates that turned her into this needy, helpless creature, and—

And then do what, she thought blindly as she could feel his teeth against her skin. Why on earth would she want to stop this, stop feeling like this, when at times it felt like all she was capable of feeling? Penelope had been so sure of that answer minutes ago, but 'minutes ago' felt like 'a hundred years ago' just about now as she clawed at Sage's shoulder, trying to entice his lips back to hers.

"Do I always talk so much?" she wondered hazily, breathless, as her leg slid up his to hitch around his waist.

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