Re: Addi and Blaise and Draco
He knew Draco, very well, despite the fact they'd not spent as much time together as adults as they had as children. He had let Draco travel and explore and get a handle on himself and his lycanthropy, only popping up someties, always staying in touch, joining him for full moons when he was able.
He knew how unstable Draco could be around the full moon. Probably better than anyone. How little control he had -- and yes, how dangerous it could be at times, which was why he was an animagus. Strong emotions could force the shift even without the touch of moonlight upon the skin. He refused to let that happen.
It could also cause himt o be too rough, something Blaise never minded but that he didn't want overflowing onto the woman who fascinated them both.
Especially not in public.
It took him a moment longer than he liked to make his way around to them, casting some subtle spells to keep people's attention away as he went, or to mildly befuddle. This didn't need to be the talk of the town, after all.
He came upon them in enough time to hear the growl, hear the words, and he knew the edge was being teetered on a bit too closely. Once close enough, he cast a Notice-Us-Not spell, a strong one, to ensure at least some privacy. As much as they jolted lust through him too, the sight of him, the soft sound of her moan, there were two things he thought of in that moment -- their promise to respect her relationship, and his promise to Draco to protect him during the moons.
"Draco," he said, and his voice scraped a bit deeper than usual, slightly husky. Commanding. Not angry, no. But firm and compelling. A warm hand curved around Draco's suit-covered shoulder, and the other pressed to Addi's side, just below Draco's, a couple of their fingers overlapping. Though part of him wanted to check on Adelaide, to see her face in full, his dark gaze was strictly on Draco, willing him to meet his gaze.
In this, he was almost always the dominant. He was the cat who guided Draco. He could control his lover to an extent, though not in a typical fashion. He could calm him, center him, give him control back that he sensed instinctively that the werewolf was starting to lose.
"Draco," he said again, just as insistent, just as calm and deep. His hand gently squeezed Addi's hip, hoping to communicate that he wasn't ignoring her on purpose, but he knew he couldn't let his gaze drop before Draco acknowledged him.