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Slytherin
FUNAI REN.
mood
AAUAAUAAAA SHY
location
Slytherin dorms
interactions
Otto + Victor
“Since when have you stopped anyone from actually getting hit by a bludger? Other than the two of us.”
Ren opened his mouth to protest, yet slowly shut it. Nobody else on the team matters, is what he wanted to say. Not his fault he didn’t care about others. They should watch out for bludgers or just fly faster, he wasn’t there to babysit them. Incredibly flawed thinking for the likes of a Beater. He also couldn’t help that certain members of the crowd or other teammates deserved a bludger into their face. Rule or not he would not miss an opportunity to get back at anybody.
Maybe if Ren spent less time staring at Otto and Victor and focused on the game then Slytherin would do a little better. But he still wanted to be the number one Beater. He was deserving.
Victor endorsed how worried Tomodachi looked. Ren was grateful for the assistance, pleased to see both patting the Lizard. It was helping, making the fretting ease to see Otto calming down. The breathing slowed and apprehension soothed and everything was okay.
After weaselling to his new spot, now on his back and feeling very smug, he noticed Otto trying to scooch in. Ren pulled their interlaced fingers close, holding the hand against his chest protectively before closing his eyes. Sleep was already calling and a certain lazy individual was eager to pick up. Thoughts like driftwood on water and body sinking into the warmth that was slumber.
When hearing the thanks from Otto, Ren could only mumble a dozy response.
“Do not thank me.” It was the equivalent of what he had said to Victor. No apologies and no thank-yous, it was never necessary for Ren to hear such things. He had Otto with him, snug at his side and hand held to his chest. That was the only debt he’d hold against these two; Important alone time and affection. Those rewards were better than words. “Just want you happy.” Ren was not meant to say that, almost asleep and filter mindlessly slipping. His mind dropped further, coaxing slumber to come closer.
Feeling the touch at his waist, he tensed then relaxed at the scent of citrus and deep wood joining the candied apple. It was only Victor. “The beloved always belongs right here.” was something that would’ve made the male smile if he wasn’t semi-conscious.
“I know.” Ren muttered, finding the effort to speak falling by the seconds. He knew he belonged with them. “I just wish I was allowed.”
As much as he might belong with Otto and Victor, it was only in the privacy of the Slytherin commons where this held true. Outside he had to resume the façade, being hidden. An embarrassment and a threat to their lies. Just a friend. Not loved.
A weak shift of his head was given to accommodate the movement, blissfully unaware of the warm breath against his skin. Victor had settled into the crook of his neck, pleasant to have the partner so close. Otto delivered some news, something about a binder and sleep. Ren hummed in reply assuming it was a question.
“Go change!”
Ren jolted, disorientated and bitter from the rude awakening.
“You go change.” He had no idea what was going on, just bickering for the sake of it. After taking a moment to connect the sleepy pieces, a few things were amiss here.
Firstly, he was being held captive. Both with the handholding and the arm around his waist. Having Otto on one side and Victor on the other was feeling like imprisonment. A reminder as to why he wasn’t fond of being in the middle, preferring the outside so he could get up without disturbing anyone.
Secondly, all the wholesome attention was making Ren’s stoic skin warm with a rare blush. What had been fine moments beforehand was now consciousness of how attentive this space was. He looked at Otto’s fingers intertwined, quickly growing shy of the simple gesture. Victor the Dog had huddled in close, soft exhales and an arm around his waist. If not for the pair keeping him stuck he would’ve scampered away to hide the embarrassing red tint to his face. For Ren, things like this felt more intimate than kisses or a certain somebodies stupid flirting.
Thirdly, things clicked for what Otto had said. A dark look raised to the prefect in recognition of this issue. Napping with a binder was bad and Otto had a habit of forgetting about it. Ren spitefully untangled their hands and scooped Tomodachi away to make the Dragon wander off down the blanket. Probably to sit next to Naomi.
“I won’t sleep until it’s off.” He raised a leg, nudging a foot into Otto to try to get him away. A threat to shove him from the bed now that the Lizard wasn’t at risk. “And I am tired. My day has been very hard.” All he’d done today was go to the Owlery to post a letter then travel to Hogsmeade. “Stressed.” Ren wanted sympathy and to motivate the boy to hurry up. “So tired.” Plus, maybe greed for some more attention.
Ren opened his mouth to protest, yet slowly shut it. Nobody else on the team matters, is what he wanted to say. Not his fault he didn’t care about others. They should watch out for bludgers or just fly faster, he wasn’t there to babysit them. Incredibly flawed thinking for the likes of a Beater. He also couldn’t help that certain members of the crowd or other teammates deserved a bludger into their face. Rule or not he would not miss an opportunity to get back at anybody.
Maybe if Ren spent less time staring at Otto and Victor and focused on the game then Slytherin would do a little better. But he still wanted to be the number one Beater. He was deserving.
Victor endorsed how worried Tomodachi looked. Ren was grateful for the assistance, pleased to see both patting the Lizard. It was helping, making the fretting ease to see Otto calming down. The breathing slowed and apprehension soothed and everything was okay.
After weaselling to his new spot, now on his back and feeling very smug, he noticed Otto trying to scooch in. Ren pulled their interlaced fingers close, holding the hand against his chest protectively before closing his eyes. Sleep was already calling and a certain lazy individual was eager to pick up. Thoughts like driftwood on water and body sinking into the warmth that was slumber.
When hearing the thanks from Otto, Ren could only mumble a dozy response.
“Do not thank me.” It was the equivalent of what he had said to Victor. No apologies and no thank-yous, it was never necessary for Ren to hear such things. He had Otto with him, snug at his side and hand held to his chest. That was the only debt he’d hold against these two; Important alone time and affection. Those rewards were better than words. “Just want you happy.” Ren was not meant to say that, almost asleep and filter mindlessly slipping. His mind dropped further, coaxing slumber to come closer.
Feeling the touch at his waist, he tensed then relaxed at the scent of citrus and deep wood joining the candied apple. It was only Victor. “The beloved always belongs right here.” was something that would’ve made the male smile if he wasn’t semi-conscious.
“I know.” Ren muttered, finding the effort to speak falling by the seconds. He knew he belonged with them. “I just wish I was allowed.”
As much as he might belong with Otto and Victor, it was only in the privacy of the Slytherin commons where this held true. Outside he had to resume the façade, being hidden. An embarrassment and a threat to their lies. Just a friend. Not loved.
A weak shift of his head was given to accommodate the movement, blissfully unaware of the warm breath against his skin. Victor had settled into the crook of his neck, pleasant to have the partner so close. Otto delivered some news, something about a binder and sleep. Ren hummed in reply assuming it was a question.
“Go change!”
Ren jolted, disorientated and bitter from the rude awakening.
“You go change.” He had no idea what was going on, just bickering for the sake of it. After taking a moment to connect the sleepy pieces, a few things were amiss here.
Firstly, he was being held captive. Both with the handholding and the arm around his waist. Having Otto on one side and Victor on the other was feeling like imprisonment. A reminder as to why he wasn’t fond of being in the middle, preferring the outside so he could get up without disturbing anyone.
Secondly, all the wholesome attention was making Ren’s stoic skin warm with a rare blush. What had been fine moments beforehand was now consciousness of how attentive this space was. He looked at Otto’s fingers intertwined, quickly growing shy of the simple gesture. Victor the Dog had huddled in close, soft exhales and an arm around his waist. If not for the pair keeping him stuck he would’ve scampered away to hide the embarrassing red tint to his face. For Ren, things like this felt more intimate than kisses or a certain somebodies stupid flirting.
Thirdly, things clicked for what Otto had said. A dark look raised to the prefect in recognition of this issue. Napping with a binder was bad and Otto had a habit of forgetting about it. Ren spitefully untangled their hands and scooped Tomodachi away to make the Dragon wander off down the blanket. Probably to sit next to Naomi.
“I won’t sleep until it’s off.” He raised a leg, nudging a foot into Otto to try to get him away. A threat to shove him from the bed now that the Lizard wasn’t at risk. “And I am tired. My day has been very hard.” All he’d done today was go to the Owlery to post a letter then travel to Hogsmeade. “Stressed.” Ren wanted sympathy and to motivate the boy to hurry up. “So tired.” Plus, maybe greed for some more attention.
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