Plot:Balhann
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![[[Balfour Spectre]]](/wiki/images/thumb/b/ba/BalfourSpectre.jpeg/180px-BalfourSpectre.jpeg)
![[[Johann Storm]]](/wiki/images/thumb/c/cc/Johann_Storm.jpg/180px-Johann_Storm.jpg)
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"Le Masque. His move, not mine. There might have been dancing. My bed looks much better with him in it."Balfour Spectre
Balfour Spectre was a good looking wizard. Witch Weekly liked to speculate plenty about him, not that Johann could ever trust that magazine after it had voted Ignan the most eligible bachelor.Johann Storm
I might add on a personal note that it would be incredibly unwise to come by our division's main entrance.Harriet Lanningham
Sleep could not be elusive forever. The last of the bottle of potion captured it soon enough, and his blue eyes closed at last. Waking from potion was never much fun. If felt like swimming up to the surface from a great depth, limbs heavy, vision blurred. It took a while to remember where he was, and there was always the panic that he might not come around for more than a day.Johann Storm
"He was logging sleeping potions. He's addicted?" Balfour wasn't certain if Arc would be able to confirm it, considering confidentialities, but he didn't need a verbal response - only to say it out loud himself. "Don't answer that. Never mind." He breathed out slowly. "What is it that you need me to do right now? And what's the matter with him? Is it poison? Glowing vomit isn't... he said it wasn't normal, even for what he takes." For a moment Balfour recalled the way Johann had said his name in the bathroom, flooded by genuine fear, and his heart foundered anxiously at the memory.Balfour Spectre
He didn't look away from their locked eyes. "If you're a mess then you're my mess, don't you know?" His weepy eyes crinkled slightly at the sides in affection. "We'll do whatever it takes. It... um. It scares me too." Terrified him, really. Few things genuinely did and if he were anywhere but the ward Balfour would have been tempted to light a cigarette. He drew closer down to Johann, gently kissing the tip of his nose. Better than tobacco. "I won't lose you," he said quietly.Balfour Spectre
Please inform him that Healer Hollingbury will personally throw a book at his head should he find traces of Somniculose in his blood past that one week of allowance.Arcturus Hollingbury
Saturday! Good, he hadn't lost a day, just an evening past… what time had they made it to Hannah's? He wasn't sure… perhaps six? He could remember Balfour leaving, being upset, being made to drink potions that tasted dire. Then it was decidedly missing. Missing in the same way it sometimes was when he took a hefty dose of potion. Perhaps Hannah had obliged him.Johann Storm
“I agree, she’s got us both. But we can’t be going to Level 2 and bleating about it without a bargain to be made. For one, she’d have us, two, they’d have us, and three, every time I’ve done it, it’s backfired. We’ll have to do it without them.” Johann gazed grimly up at the blackboard a moment, “ we could turn her own against her. Ruin her plans from the inside.” He deflated, swallowing “though I threatened that…”Johann Storm
Thank you ever so much for your verbal message, relayed by my secretary, Kayla this morning.
I am in no doubt you both enjoy a ‘Ceph sandwich’ but would you refrain from suggesting we collectively make one via my junior colleague.
It resulted in a very awkward conversation on my 'preferred filling' with Mrs Lanningham, who only by her good grace and incredible tact, managed to convince Kayla I create elaborate ham sandwiches, on which you were reflecting.Cepheus Gamp
“So how does it all happen? I feel you have told me, but I might have been half asleep… you just rock up here with your suitcase and favourite gay German and the others all pack their bags and run for the hills?”Johann Storm
"I believe it is customary, at this junction of a relationship, for a parent to ask his child's partner about their intentions." Balthair murmured with nonchalant form, his grey eyebrows raised drolly. "Grandchild," he amended before retreating to his armchair. "Balfour is terribly protective of you so I thought it best to approach the subject in his absence." "You're a man," he pointed out and folded his hands on his lip. "He's brought men here before but never so often, and never for arbitrary weekends away. Certainly never in the middle of the night, covered in blood. So as not to disappoint the trope: may I ask what are your intentions with Balfour?"Balthair Spectre
Layton took in a deep breath and reached for the door handle with his wand, undoing the lock with a master charm that would work on all apartments in Atreus. It clicked open before giving away to his shove.
That bloody dog was on its feet right away, low and guarded growl forced into a furious bark. The wizard shut the door behind him like it was the most natural thing to intrude - his mannerisms calm but his wand at hand. He dragged his gaze down the corridor and then abruptly turned it away.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. Balfour Spectre's arse was not something Layton felt compelled to stare at, this moment.Jebediah Layton
"Ira asked me to write her last will and testament," and again that brilliant blue gaze shifted from contract to Balfour's face. Its scrutiny was dead serious.
Which only made Balfour self-conscious as he turned this fact over in his mind, brow creasing. Hm. Not once in his acquaintanceship with Ira had she ever discussed her mortality so prosaically. Poetically and literarily, maybe, but the material world had always been more of a means to an end - dramatic style to her violent substance. "I’m sorry…" Johann's apology intruded on this thought and Balfour realised he had been staring at the damned parchment too.
His gaze snapped abruptly to the other man and he reached out to take him by the sides of his face, mirroring his seriousness.
"Johann. Darling," he brushed his thumb over a sharp cheekbone, "... what are you telling me? Is it what I think it is?"Balfour Spectre
“This is good, very good, but also very, very bad. I almost feel like celebrating is tempting fate, but fuck it.” His bright eyes were alight with rapidly moving thoughts within, and he pressed his lips to Balfour’s shoulder to land a kiss. “We’re free,” he exclaimed with hushed glee, and seized Balfour with joy, delivering an enthusiastic, celebratory kiss.Johann Storm
“You’ve made me the happiest man alive.” Balfour spoke, finally, still looking a bit like he couldn’t believe his luck, even after all this time. “Gods, Johann, we’re doing this aren’t we?” he licked his lips and laughed, something fragile but boyish in his grin. “We’re going to be husbands.”Balfour Spectre
- With:
- Balthair Spectre
Introducing the secret lovechild of Ira Almasy, socialite and sociopath extraordinaire.Lil Snigger
Cannot help but feel there is something we have missed. Or overlooked. Fortunate I was not expecting to sleep much tonight, though you must. Feliks is safe at Hogwarts, and owls can be held.Johann Storm
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