#lev starter

His parties - carefully planned, themed, and, in this case, incredibly well advertised - were well known around certain parts of campus. And yes, most of the time, Lev kept his parties (parties, not orgies, no one was expected to participate if they didn’t want to, and socializing with clothes on was perfectly fine, if rare, thank you very much) semi small, with a well vetted guest list, and attendance rarely raised beyond forty or so people, but this time - well, it was halloween, and he was a lust demon. So why not open it to anyone who cared to join from the university itself? It wasn’t like he didn’t have the room after all - the benefits of being a bit further than the university meant he’d gotten his hands on a house set back into a private piece of land, private and large enough not to disturb anyone when things got loud. So here he was, on the night of, heels on, ears on his head, lace choker around his throat, w”andering around the house, not having fallen in with any one person or group yet, until he spotted a face he hadn’t realized had arrived. “Well, hello there, did you slip in while my back was turned?

He’d almost been bored.  Which is rare now days, while school is in session at least. During the summer, if theres not enough people to talk to or orgies parties to throw, sure, but during the school year, there’s usually enough people around to entertain Lev when his fingers get to twitching for something to do - even if that thing is assigning his students papers on seemingly random parts of vague, nearly forgotten religions on a whim, just to see how they’d react - it was probably good for them, right? Teach them how to think on their feet, or research critically, or something like that. But the problem with that approach, he was quickly finding out, is that for the first time in the year, students were coming to his office hours for more than the seemingly endless supply of condoms and dental dams he kept in a drawer. So, instead, Lev had done what any reasonable adult with no desire to answer questions would do - he’d sent out an email declaring an essay on the kama sutra’s religious significance would also be accepted, locked the door to his office, and then quickly moved on to his current predicament - attempting to climb out the window of his first floor office and into the garden to make his escape. Bag already on the ground, both legs and the beginning of one arm extended out the window, Lev was focused on not making a fool of himself - at least, until the sound of someone clearing their throat startled him, sending him tumbling to the ground in an inelegant pile, before popping back to his feet. “Hi, Hello, You didn’t see any of that, how can I help you?”

The hallways of the art building aren’t actually ones Lev walks all that often in his day to day life, considering his theology courses are largely held in a smaller building on the far edge of campus, but every so often he found himself over on this side of campus with nothing to do. So, never one to deny himself an impulse, Lev headed down a familiar set of hallways, opening a familiar door and striding in like he owned the room, not stopping until he was in front of Hye. the room was free of students at least, which meant Lev didn’t have to wait for them to get the hint and leave. “I’m bored, I have three hours until my next class, and if I grade one more paper I might just throw a desk at one of my students that can’t grasp the sexual metaphors present in the artwork of mid century christian art. I need something - or someone - to do.”// @leexhye​