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 Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 7:51 pm
Harry was pretending he was on a beach. The fingers through his hair, the nuzzling against him- it was just the wind. A slight nuisance, but nothing worth paying any mind to, really.
Harry had never been to the beach with the Dursleys, had never been to the beach at all, really, until he'd come here. The memories of beaches were unsullied by any sort of negative things, the perfect place for him to retreat to when it became necessary.
It wasn't just that he needed to get rid of his anger- he was uncomfortable with being on Gilderoy's lap, with being touched by him. Pretending it was Xenophilius did not help because Harry could still smell Gilderoy's scent and Gilderoy felt different. Imagining Xenophilius touching him in this way- the petting, the nuzzling - it was not possible. Xenophilius was a different sort of man who said and did more in what was unsaid, undone.
His eyes closed, it was apparent by looking at Harry that he was somewhere else.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 7:14 pm
I would absolutely love to hear it! *Looks delighted at the very idea, shifting Harry's smaller frame on his lap so that the younger male was better situated*
[I just get too wordy, and the sentences end up choppy and clogged with unnecessary description.]
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Godfrey Potter-Lockhart Crew
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 7:25 pm
Godfrey smiled, and turned his attention to the silver cover on his plate. If it weren't for magic, the meal would have gone cold and been ruined ages ago, but Godfrey knew as soon as it was opened the wonderful scents of the meal he made would burst forth and hopefully lift people's spirits higher.
"Let's eat then!" He said cheerfully, but looked at Gilderoy and waited for him to begin first.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 3:07 pm
*Pauses only a moment before sweeping the polished silver from his plate, exposing the heated food within; beams yet again* Oh, that looks absolutely delicious, Godfrey. Haha, already so talented!
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Godfrey Potter-Lockhart Crew
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:48 pm
Godfrey smiled, and resisted the urge to duck his head, a pleased blush spreading across his cheeks. With no further ado, Godfrey took the silver top off of his own plate, relishing in the smells that hit his senses. Fruity, buttery, herbs- he gave a sigh himself and marveled for a moment in his own brilliance. Well, their brilliance.
"Daddy and I made dinner together." Godfrey said. It had been his idea for the menu, but he and Harry had made it together just to make sure it all came out perfect. "I made the dessert myself though, my own recipe for vanilla ice cream."
Godfrey picked up his fork and stabbed it lightly into the Cornish hen, twisting lightly to pull up a small chunk of meat and putting it into his mouth.
((Can't remember what you said about what Gilderoy wanted for desert. xD Ergh *Puts this for now and then goes to scour the RP thread*))
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:45 pm
Taking advantage of the fact that Gilderoy was likely distracted from the food, Harry slipped nimbly away from him and returned to his own seat so as to not suffer the indignity of Gilderoy perhaps trying to feed him off of his. He pulled the top off of his own plate, still looking a bit out of it, but figured his complacency would work in his favour. He speared a- well a spear of asparagus and lightly took a bite of it, using the enjoyment of the food and the flavours as another means of dually avoiding conversation and mental escape.
((XD Harry's kinda 'blah' right now.... >_>))
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:05 pm
And here I thought I’d never get a moment to myself! *Glances around with an irate expression as he slips just behind the shaded treeline, wearing only a pair of lilac, loose cotton pajama pants; the morning chill gives his lungs a biting sting with each shallow breath, Gilderoy staggering in the underbrush on tender bare feet as he looks for a place to have a few minutes’ thought*
Bloody… hell, what do we need all these branches and rocks for? *Scowls as he hobbles over to a patch of moss, a jagged collection of pebbles and twigs strewn on the forest floor tearing at his heels as he collapses onto his butt, flinching as the damp moss soaks through his pants*
*Wibbles as he folds his arms over his chest, drawing his knees up for warmth; perhaps his pre-dawn trek was not such a wise idea* Well, it’s all Harry’s fault I need a walk to begin with! That harlot! *Sneezes* We haven’t even made love since I came home - he’s moved on, oh yes he has, I know it, and I will make him regret doing it! Ruining my family. *Sniffles, glancing through the dark trees that seem to want to swallow him with reaching branches and rustling leaves*
*Continues to mutter to himself, dismissing any blame he might have had in Harry’s possible straying, until dawn touches the sky above with orange-dripped fingertips*
…Where am I again? *Frowns* Which direction did I come from? North? *His frown deepens before he nods to himself, lingering doubt in his eyes* Yes, of course. I am Gilderoy Lockhart - my sense of direction is absolutely unrivaled! I have adventured in far more dangerous terrain than my back yard. *Forces an arrogant sort of chuckle as he rises*
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:22 pm
Harry was having a good morning. He woke up and the house was quiet, everyone else still asleep, the sun shining through the curtains and birds making pleasant songs outside the window. He made his way down the hallway, feet shuffling slightly as he made his way to the stairs, his simple, two piece pajamas rumpled and wrinkled slightly from sleep.
The smell of coffee hit his nose before he made it halfway down the stairway- the automatic coffee maker, his fourth baby, his precious- he poured a hot cup as he got to the kitchen, straight and black, and gulped half of it down in an instant, shaking his head like a dog at the heat and the jolt it gave him.
It was only about twenty minutes later, when everyone else started to wake up, that he realized he was having a pleasant morning. A pleasant morning. A very pleasant morning.
And he didn't need to check the bedroom to know Gilderoy was gone.
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"GILDEROY!" Still clad in pajamas, hair sticking out in billions of PR offending directions, Harry was flying above the trees on his broom, calling out for the lost man and trying to spot him in the trees.
Shouldn't be too hard, blonde hair, white skin. Just like finding a snitch. Just like a snitch. Come on Harry, you can find him, you have to find him.
Harry hadn't quite voiced it when he informed the others, but he was worried, very worried. He couldn't stop thinking about all the creatures in the forest (Usually harmless, mostly non-threatening magical animals like Jarvey and plimpies) But he didn't want to think of plimpies because it made him think of Gilderoy, tripping over plants near the lake, falling in, splashing around, floating, unmoving.
"GILDEROY!" He called again, chancing the trees and going a bit lower. It was no good being so up high, the trees were too thick. He guided the broom handle down towards the forest, swooping amongst the tops of trees and trying to spot Gilderoy. Dammit, why did there have to be so many trees?
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Godfrey Potter-Lockhart Crew
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:44 pm
"PAPA!" Godfrey, with Xenophilius, made up the ground search, while the others flew above. They'd checked the most obvious and dangerous place first, the lake. But a search along the shores turned up nothing. Then they checked the obvious places, the Greenhouse, the front yard, along the hedges, the treehouse. Nothing. Godfrey knew the woods well and was trying to follow where he thought Gilderoy had gone. If you knew what a forest normally looked like, it wasn't too hard to where someone had gone through, but the forest became thicker the further in you went, and they weren't any sort of expert trackers. Hopefully they were headed in the right direction, though Xenophilius wouldn't let him go off on his own to search.
But he didn't have to suffer with Xeno's calm slowness. The man seemed to be worried as well, a slight frown on his face that was somewhat unusual as he strode purposefully after. Godfrey was somewhat thankful for his presence, but he still thought he'd be able to search faster on his own.
"PAPA WHERE ARE YOU?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 5:23 pm
*Now marching through the forest, his jaw tense and a dribble of sweat slicking his curled bangs to his temple despite the early morning cold; branches claw at his cotton bottoms, dragging holes in the fabric as Gilderoy struggles to bat them away with his hands* When I get home *sneezes, the borderline hysterics building in his throat making him cough roughly* I am having all of this cut down! Chop chop! *Flails his arms out to represent his disgust with his leafy surroundings, his bare feet suddenly losing traction on the loose dirt beneath him - Gilderoy gives a childish shriek as he topples forward, tumbling down a slight incline before coming to rest in a muck-thickened rain puddle*
o____o;;
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*Bursts into hysterical wails, throwing his hands over his face - fingers going splat against the foul-smelling mud and slime splashed over his cheeks - as though unable to handle his stress in a more mature manner*
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 7:17 pm
A steady north on the property started from the back left corner of the house, heading straight out from the point and off into the forest. Harry and the others were searching in more of a north-west direction, keeping near the bottom left edge of the property, but following many wide acres.
Harry was going in the wrong direction, but years of Quidditch, the hardship of war, and years of listening for specific creaks and noises from inside his cupboard made Harry somewhat adept at recognizing specific noises, noises that were different.
A far off sound, like the cry of a bird, and he pulled back on the broom, listening, hovering. It wasn't repeated, but Harry had the distinct impression he'd heard such a shriek before, or one like it.
But instead of instilling him with dread, the sound filled him with hope, and he turned his broom and shot off sharply in the vicinity of the origin of the cry. He scanned the trees as they flashed by, looking for any sign, any sign at all-
He turned his broom sharply to the right, using his ears now more than his eyes as he zoned in on he hysterical cries. He almost missed Gilderoy, not so much because of the thick trees, but because the man was covered with mud, and harder to spot.
His chest fluttered with the same excitement he felt when he caught the snitch. Found him.
He didn't give the signal to the others right away but dove, wanting to make sure Gilderoy was alright before sending up sparks. He didn't want the children to see, if.....
Harry turned sideways to evade a low branch, uprighted, and pulled up the broom, slipping off the back and running a few feet with the broomstick in his hands, since it hadn't come to a complete stop.
Harry knew he looked like a sorry sight, pajamas whipped by branches, skin pale, face pinched, hair astray. He hadn't even bothered to put on slippers. But Gilderoy looked much, much worse dressed in only his pajama pants, covered in mud and likely scratched and cut by branches, sitting in a pile of mud and crying his eyes out.
If Harry didn't have such a huge 'Damsel in Distress' complex, he might have succumbed to laughing in relief and likely catching Gilderoy's ire.
"Gilderoy." What in the hell possessed him to come outside so early in the morning, wearing nothing but that, and go for a tromp in the woods? Didn't he care about how much he'd worry everyone? Didn't he even realize his own limitations?
Suddenly angry, Harry marched forward, unmindful of the snapping sticks and stones under his bare feet, and came to a stop directly in front of Gilderoy. He drew himself up, looming above him, a righteous figure of outraged authority, getting ready to scold him like he might do to one of the children.
"Are you alright?" His shoulders relaxed subtly, and he shifted his stance slightly, the anger dissipating as quickly as it came. He had no blanket or water, but he didn't need one, of course, he had his wand. He reached up to snap off a branch, transfiguring it into a blanket- brown, and draped it over Gilderoy's shoulders, uncaring of the mud.
((x3 Gilderoy is so cute all the time. <3))
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 7:42 pm
*Fearfully glances through parted as his name is spoken, his sobs ceasing in one last choked gasp*
*Watches as Harry storms forward and then relents, and shudders when a blanket splashes around his shoulders; dramatically throws himself at Harry, catching him around the hips and splattering mud and green sludge as he clings to his former husband*
How could you not love me?
[Leave it to Gilderoy, lawl. XD]
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 9:06 pm
"Who said I didn't love you?" His irritated tone was due to exasperation, and ran a (slightly muddy) hand through his hair, making part of it stick up.
Had Harry not catered to pretty much Gilderoy's every whim? Hadn't he said he loved him dozens of times since he'd come home? Hadn't he reassured Gilderoy every time he asked? He swallowed his words before he could start a rant about how, though Gilderoy could be incredibly irritating, and was constantly chauvinistic, yes, he loved him anyways. He somehow doubted insulting him would help at all.
He let his hand fall to his side, but began busying himself with the blanket a moment later, bringing it further around Gilderoy's shoulders and tucking it around him.
"How did you get it into your head that it would be a good idea to go for a stroll in the woods? You had everyone worried, including me. You've frightened the children."
Harry doubted that would register with Gilderoy at all. He looked too much like a little boy himself right now, scared and cold and hurt. Harry untucked a corner of the blanket and used it to wipe some mud off of Gilderoy's face.
"What made you think I don't love you?" The only thing Harry could think of was that he, rightly, kept rebuking Gilderoy's attempt at more... intimate things. It didn't feel right to Harry, not at all. Not even for Gilderoy's health, for the kids, for everything did he think he could do that. Not that he didn't remember images, feelings from the past. It would be impossible not to, all those years. But whatever Gilderoy thought, Xenophilius was his boyfriend, and he and Gilderoy were divorced. Harry was trying to play along, but he didn't think he could compromise his morals, even if he.... ever wanted to.
((Harry is not the hoe-ish type. razz *COUGH NOT LIKE YOURS COUGH* <3?))
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:42 pm
[ talk2hand ]
Who said? I said! *Straightens as he steadies himself on his knees, cocking his chin up indignantly and glowering at Harry through narrowed eyes* You think I don’t know, Harry Potter? I am a novelist ! I am a painter of human emotion! You hate me! *Dramatically wrenches his upper body away from Harry, splashing about in mud and vomit-colored slime as he struggles out of the thick puddle* You left me in that hospital to rot! *Drapes a hand - dripping mud - over his face*
Worried! Worried? Ha! Of course your precious therapist was worried - he’s clearly a fan. *Speaks sarcastically, his voice low and biting* I don’t like him, Harry, and I want him out of our house. *Folds his arms over his chest, attempting to look like an unmovable force despite the shiver in his shoulders and his soggy, nearly naked condition* And I’m sorry I frightened Godfrey; Merlin knows the last thing my son needs is to feel that both of his fathers are self-centered, abandoning… *Sniffles loudly, his eyes suddenly swimming with tears*
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 9:03 pm
"I don't hate you, I hate how you act!" Harry suddenly exploded, tossing the blanket violently to the forest floor. "You act like a spoiled little child Gilderoy! And yet you expect me... ME to act the submissive, vapid, HOUSEWIFE? When I tried my goddamned best to take care of you? You think St. Mungos wasn't a last resort? <********>, Gilderoy!"
Harry threw up his hands, then closed his hands into fists and brought them quickly down to his sides. "Who was the one who cured you in the first place? I spent months trying to take care of you myself, trying to fix it like I did before. But nothing worked. It was best for you that I took you to St. Mungo's so you could get the best care! It was best for the kids that they didn't get reminded every goddamned day that you didn't know who they were anymore! Do you know how hard it was for all of us? Do you ever even think about how hard it was for us? WE LOVE YOU! WE'VE DONE EVERYTHING WE COULD FOR YOU! AND WHY? WHY?"
Frustrated in equal parts with letting his anger get to him and saying all these things, Harry turned and kicked at the mud and ground, scattering dead leaves and sticks everywhere, spattering tree trunks with mud and slime, and when he spoke again it was in a more controlled voice. "You don't remember lots of things, Gilderoy. You don't know lots of things, and Merlin knows we're all trying. Why do we bother? Why do we even try? GUESS!"
Harry spun around, angry again, and stalked towards Gilderoy, bare feet squelching through wet and slime. "It's because we care about you. It's because we love you. Me included. And Xeno is not moving out, and that is final. Now..."
Harry straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest. He had had enough. He was through with coddling Gilderoy, with saying whatever he could to mollify him. "We have all been letting you get away with too many things just so you'd be your happiest. I thought it was a good idea, but it's not helping you at all. You are spoiled Gilderoy, and it's partly my fault, so I apologize. But if you're going to act like a petulant child, I'm going to treat you like one."
Harry took a deep breath and took a moment to throw off Gilderoy's last comment, which stung him because he knew it was true. Clear-headed and with a determined frown on his face he bent down, wrapping one arm around Gilderoy's waist and- surprisingly - lifted him easily and up slightly out of the mud. But instead of making Gilderoy stand up and then dragging him off, Harry lifted a flat palm.
-SMACK!-
Harry brought his hand down hard on Gilderoy's mud covered booty, not once or twice, but three times, the sound rather loud and echoing. This- Harry had not wanted to do this, but something had to be done, and not only did Harry not want to tip-toe around, not want to deal with taking a privilege away and trying to get Gilderoy to adhere to it, but Harry felt that a spanking was sometimes due when other methods would not work.
He didn't much enjoy it. Harry helped Gilderoy to stand, keeping an arm around him for constant support and hopefully reassurance.
"I love you. I do love you, Gilderoy. You may not like this, you may hate me, you may think I'm doing this because I despise you- but I'm doing it because I love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have even bothered and you'd probably be living-... living with Poppy."
It wasn't too hard for Harry to imagine Poppy cheerfully- and insistently - telling Gilderoy it was her orders to give him a nightly sponge bath. Somehow she just seemed devious like that.
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