#epjace

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there’s something a little bit overwhelming about being amongst all his peers again and knowing that it’ll be the last time he’s gathered for such a feast. it’s not necessarily a bad feeling, per se, but bittersweet isn’t necessarily the best mood to have whilst at a party of all things, let alone one to celebrate the beginning of the new year. he’ll have plenty of time to mope over the end that has yet to come. 

for now, though, it’s a bit too stifling- even amongst the wide smiles of his friends, even with the shoulders amicably brushing his as they reach out for food and friendly touches. so hongbin takes his leave, though he intends it to be little more than a breath of fresh air. he’s never really been one to be labeled as party pooper, and he certainly wouldn’t like to start now. that would be one hell of a reputation to get his last year, when he should be making himself the most memorable, not the least. 

once he’s pushed his way past the rest of the students (after a good deal of insincere greetings and faked smiles) he sucks in a deep breath and exhales in a rather noisy fashion, if for no other reason than to hear himself over than the roar of voices inside. hongbin lets his fingertips graze along the stone walls as he starts a leisurely pace down the hall, lips curled into a small smile as he reminisces about all the experiences he’s had here. from his first fight to his first kiss, these walls certainly held many a secret for him, tight lipped and sincere in their promises. 

of course, not all memories can stay locked away- hongbin is reminded of this as one such figure from his memories appears in his vision. admittedly, hongbin is a bit late to take notice, and rather than sidestepping the boy very obviously perusing the halls as well, he smacks directly into a sturdy shoulder. 

“oh, shit, i’m so-” hongbin’s voice fails him as he registers soft, droopy brown eyes and pouted lips- because really, he’d know that face anywhere, with how many times he’d held it in his hands, kissed it, seen it transform into expressions of joy and hurt and anger. oh. 

“– sorry...” he finishes, lamely, all softness drained from his voice. “i didn’t see you there, jace.” 

and, in a moment of teasing (though jace really is the last one he’d like to be joking with) he tacks on, thoughtlessly; “you always have been a bit below my line of sight, so really i can’t be blamed.”

I want the K meme • accepting

7: romantic kiss (muffled screaming what)

They were up in the Astronomy tower, one of if not the best place to watch the night skies. Sophie had come to realise that Jace had somewhat of a fascination for stargazing and knew she could find him in places that offered it. He had his back to her, his orange hair muted in the pale moonlight that spilled across the floor, showing no signs of having heard her arrival. 

Hesitating, Sophie stood still for a few moments wondering if if was her place to break the peace and silence he’d sought out for a reason. Oddly enough, she’d come to care for her fellow Prefect, even if he were a Slytherin. He’d always been cordial to her and done his duties admirably. Plus, he had the sweetest smile, but that smile only showed up every now and then which saddened her. Sophie wondered what kind of secrets he had hidden within himself but knew better than to pry.

She took a breath, exhaled, and walked over to lean on the railing by his left side. Her hands were clasped in front of her, her thumb nervously stroking the pale skin between thumb and forefinger. Slowly Sophie let her blue eyes slide over to the person she called a friend, taking in his appearance silently. She didn’t know when or why or how but somewhere along the lines of knowing Jace she’d developed... feelings.

Normally Sophie didn’t fuck with feelings and waited for them to blow over. Only they never did. And now she was here, wrestling with herself over the best course of action regarding said feelings. On one hand she wanted to never speak of them to anyone but on the other she had the urge to make them known.

Fuck it all.

“Hey, Jace,” she ventured, her voice uncertain and questioning. Sophie didn’t get much further as her voice suddenly died in her throat as she met his warm brown eyes. Throwing caution to the wind, the redhead leaned in and pressed her lips against his, one hand coming up to cup his cheek. It lasted only a few seconds but to her it felt like hours and the butterflies in her stomach felt like a tsunami.

As if burned, Sophie hastily removed her hand from his face, turning a nice shade of scarlet that clashed horribly with her hair.

10; neck kiss ( this is gonna be awkward just sayin )

It was so very rare that Johnny was out past curfew. Usually it was due to him trying to return a book to the library without getting in trouble for keeping the book too long. On his way down to return a book he had kept on his person for far too long ( a month ). It wasn’t his fault though, he was writing down key points and summarizing for his ‘Book Journal’; it took time to be precise. 

Anyway - he was so close to the library when he heard footsteps. Now, Johnny never got in trouble, and if he was caught past curfew it would blemish his perfect record. He had found himself a perfect hiding place.

Slipping inside the supply closet, he pressed himself back and shut the door 0 a click was heard and his brow frowned. 

“Was that -”

“A lock? Yes.”

He wasn’t alone in the closet. 

Squinting his eyes, he found a familiar face staring back at him, “Oh. Hello Jace.”

“Johnny.”

An awkward silence filled the air as Johnny tried to find a comfortable place to stand, it was then he realized how uncomfortably close they were in that supply closet. Twisting slightly, he found himself hunched over ( damn his height ) and his face full of Jace hair. 

“So,what brings you here?” he mumbled, wanting to kill some of the silence. 

“Stuff.”

Well then.

Another wave of silence overtook them, before Johnny closed his eyes and let his head dip further down; unknowingly pressing his lips to Jace’s neck.

“….What are you-”

“It’s an accident, I mean I have no room and-”

“Are you trying to get frisky with me?”

“No- I’m just, I’m tall!”

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he’s already tipsy.  and darcy wasn’t so sure how this was going to end, he had lost eiden awhile ago, so the ravenclaw was almost aimlessly going around the party. all smiles and a lot of wooing around. a total different vibe from how darcy usually approached people, usually a bit distant and standoffish. but hey, even the most uptight students could use a pick me up. though you wouldn’t think darcy was one of those uptight students, with the way he was bumping into people with a grin on his face and laughing at everything he observed.

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bubble, pop, sizzle, hiss...

gabriel’s always found potions class to have possibly the most pleasant atmosphere of all his classes. he likes the way the room fills with smoke of all different colours, sometimes a foul smell or two, the odd explosion and cry of dismay (or occasional pain). although the jars of strange looking ingredients - eyes, tongues, and what gabriel has often suspected are pixies fingers - swimming in green liquid on shelves lining the dungeon walls are, to put it lightly, creepy, there’s something strikingly pleasant about the addition they make to the overall picture of the potions classroom. 

so he hums as he tosses one fresh nettle leaf into his cauldron, glancing over at jace and watching as a cloud of purple smoke from across the room floats over his head, bending around the curve of his hair, then dissipating into the air around them, leaving behind the unmistakable scent of hemlock. then his eyes glide over to a gryffindor student who’s frowning over his cauldron, the colour the absolute opposite of what it’s supposed to be. it’s then that the idea floats into his head, drawing his lips up into a mischievous grin.