#briar1

Even the delicate brush of his custom-made Italian suit against his skin was enough to send shockwaves of an almost orgasmic sensation through his spine, forcing him to stand as still as possible every few seconds to try to recollect himself. Furthermore, Nöel’s little retaliation over his innocent attempt at getting to know him better was only making things worse, forcing the warlock to literally come in his pants like a damned preadolescent boy every time someone spoke his name. Honestly, he was starting to see Lucien’s point about murdering the youngest of the Gaudet twins. Shame his father didn’t kill him hard enough.

The point was, Gabriel was mentally and sexually frustrated. Luckily, his father seemed to have decided to cut him some slack at work for those two weeks, because there was no way he was going to get anything done with all of those hellish curses cast on him. But Gabriel was still a spiteful creature, and if he had a problem, he was determined to make sure that everyone around him also had a problem. So, when a guy with majestic dark hair looked at him for an instant too long—not that he could really be blamed, since Gabriel was currently a sweaty mess, his body trembling under the weight of the spell—while he was walking through the halls of the castle, the warlock made sure to use his empathic magic to try to project the emotional component of his distress onto the other’s mind. He didn’t know if his psychic attack had any chance of succeeding, with his unfocused mind and the possibility of the other being shielded against telepaths. He slumped his back on the wall, slightly panting and yet grinning devilishly. He had come to the castle to find someone to make his current predicament a bit more bearable, after all. “Like what you see?” He breathed in a huff, his skin on fire and his Incubus charm turned to one hundred. “I’m not trying to be snarky, I’m genuinely asking. I could use some help if you’re down.”

@thebloodofbriar

"That's hardly the best use of your particular affliction is it?" The tone of the accented words was amused. It was somewhat ironic that Roland had happened upon someone who apparently couldn't see when the spell he was currently afflicted with was all visual. Currently, he glittered purple in amusement as he approached the new slave he'd yet to really have anything to do with. Now seemed as good a time as any to approach him and the fact that he was missing one of his senses just made it all the more interesting.

The vampire glided closer, circling around the pretty little fae slowly. He disdained fae, naturally, as they'd been bitter enemies during the Second War but they were always fun to bite and bed and good for really nothing else. Gwyn he'd improved on by turning him so he no longer really even thought of him as fae, he was obviously elevated beyond it. "Imagine how heightened the rest of your senses are now. Every touch will feel that much more intense, non?" He lifted a finger and dragged it slowly and lightly along Briar's jaw then dropped his hand. Roland continued his slow circuit around the slave, close enough that Briar would feel him close but not touching him again just yet. "I think we should put it to the test."

The cork popped from the champagne, zooming by Briar’s head before bouncing from their refrigerator. “Yikes, sorry!”

“Is there a story behind that tree?” Leigh had learned as much as she could about Hogwarts before coming. It hadn’t made the transition any less confusing, though. She stood, puzzled, staring at the tree that had only five minutes ago, been defending itself against an animal that had come too close. “Because that cannot be safe. Neither are the staircases that move randomly. I should worry about one thing at a time. Like, a squid? Sorry, one thing.”

“You’re going to be in the club this year, yeah?” Amelia decided to ask the familiar witch in passing. “Because we’d really like to have you.”