the player, she natters.

[ive]

erugh. most dissatisfied with ive's last move in-game. always did hate bridge peices and in-game scutwork. so difficult to put any flavor into them when bored out of tree. really want to wrap up this primary investigation of the TWCEU's spoor and get back to the balance of the other players, but.. what must be done, so be done.


(besides, his big mouth that suggested it. know he wanted Tybalt out of harm's way. starting to suspect he also wanted to get rid of Narcissa, Viv and Damon. former two starting to irritate him a bit.)


two new players, both playing students. number of characters now trying to get up Snape's nose (or robes): 5. heh. best steer Ive in his direction before the poor man drowns. going to need him later.


combed journal for old Ive-related bits; dumping them here so i can have easier access to them. majority of game/other player observations going to be locked down because they're boring to anyone but me.





more or less in chronological order.


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personality notes:

very very social in public, extremely private in, well, private.
bisexual and not shy of using sex to get what's needed. or wanted. or just to cocktease.
very agile of mind, tends to make intuitive leaps.
keenly intersted in action and reaction in others.
tends to take the long view.
not prone to philosphy or self-examination.
has occasional blinding flashes of empathy which sometimes help and sometimes hinder. does best to keep these covered up.
vindictive, but pragmatic. will defer revenge in order to do it with style.
talents: potions, charms, arthimancy, in that order.


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[Slyth Manor PBeM] dialouge and whotnots.

these are bits of dialouge and such that i've written for Ive. they will probably never be used (well, peicemeal, perhaps), but they make fine character notes. i'm just putting them here so i don't lose them, as they're mostly scribbled down on scraps of paper floating around my desk. these are a bit idealized and overblown on the whole, as they are, after all, from idealized character interactions. i will probably end up writing and re-writing them for a while; still, input helpful.



for Draco:

and i am dumb to tell the crooked rose
how my youth is bent with the same wintry fever
- bob dylan

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A strange light had kindled in his eyes, and the customary humor had all but vanished from his lips. He kissed Draco first on either corner of his upturned mouth, before pressing their lips together for a long moment. "Be careful, Draco." he said, pulling away. "If you must be a tool, at least find a way to choose how you are used."



for Snape:


"Will you walk with me, Professor?" The black eyes were suspicious, cool. Ive's hand covered his lapel, drawing thorn from wool and placing both it and the sprig of mint in his jacket.
"Come." he smiled. "For now, I am safe enough."

      ~*~

"A pity, isn't it, when our best-loved toys decide to play with someone else." The laughter on his lip was almost mocking, but his eye was sharp on the dark features of the Professor.

      ~*~

"The boy is my concern. Or soon will be. I have, after all, been hired to write the contract that all but sells him for his father's pleasure." He tilted his head, favoring the Potions Master with a sharply inquisitive look, though not unkind. "It seems you care for him more than i anticipated. "

      ~*~

"You don't really care for strangers, do you. " It was less a question than a simple statement. He took Snape's silence and refusal to meet his eyes; indeed, the man's seeming distaste at even having Ive near as a tatict yes. "Then i have given you.. more offense than i realized."


Ive turned his head to stare into the fountain's play, exposing the arc of his throat. It was a peculiar gesture; at once intimate and formal. There was something ritualized in the tilt of his head, exposing the soft hollow behind jaw and muscle; the line of tendon running exposed until it nestled in the collar of his shirt. He stood utterly still in the moonlight, even his expressive hands fallen silent.



random:

He stood, trembling, while those lidded eyes raked him from from ankle to apex. Ive smiled after he finished his leisurely inspection, one hand fluttering with a half-formed gesture in the darkness before alighting on his hip. The curve of his moistened lip spoke approval; the arch of his body, from delicate collar-bone to narrow waist and leisurely thigh, spoke promise. Reaching across the space between their bodies, he lifted the other's chin with two tapered fingers. "That expression does suit you."

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"I have grown up a catamite and a courtesan, the secret of more high-blown witches and wizards than sometimes even i can recall. I have stood behind oaken doors, have witnessed and written formal contracts of love and war for the most powerful Slytherin families from London to the eastern shore of the Mediterrean Sea. And i have ever -" the teeth in this last word snapping shut on a trickle of sadness, "..been a stranger. I would not be so again."

      ~*~

- cradling the boy's head in his hands as if it were a goblet, from which he drank deeply and with a touch of reverence -



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