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Post by paxton m. finnigan on Jul 20, 2011 15:48:33 GMT -5
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It was a dim and rainy Saturday afternoon, and the boy was probably crazy, but Paxton found himself at the Quidditch Pitch, in the middle of the rain, flying around by himself. It had been a while since he’d been out here on the Quidditch section of the field alone. For the past few months, at any decent hour, one of the house teams had always had the place reserved for practices, tryouts, running drills or of course a game, and of course he’d been out there for those, more than he may have wanted to, but it was nice to have some time to himself here with his snitch. Any time he was ever in the Pitch recently, it was crowded full of people. Somehow though, he’d managed to find it empty on a Saturday afternoon. Possibly because it was pretty could outside with the rain, and no one else seemed to appreciate this weather the way that he did. He smiled to himself, flying around in circles, changing directions, corkscrewing around the goal posts. He loved to fly, and even so, his being on the Hufflepuff team surprised some people. Anyone that knew him well would tell you straight away that Paxton wasn’t competitive, and it was true, he didn’t allow his aggression on the field to stray from the game for even a second. As cheesy as it was, he’d rather just be friends with all of his opponents.
Flying through the rain, feeling it soak him to the bone, it had an uncanny ability to take away all his thoughts for a while. He could just…live up in the air and not worry about anyone or anything down below. That was all he wanted flying to ever be for him, and it was automatically enough. Thoughts of tests and school and his family that usually filled Paxton’s mind slipped away as he flew, and didn’t even return as he tipped his broom forward, watching the ground soar closer and closer until his feet touched it. He stepped off the broom and slung it over his shoulder as he glanced around. It was getting dark, but there were magical lights over the pitch that had turned on without the Hufflepuff noticing. His hair was plastered to his forehead with the rain that was still beating persistently on his back. He made for the locker room, right off the side of the pitch, the wall that was closest to where he’d let himself land. He walked across the locker room to retrieve a change of clothes from his quidditch locker. He wasn’t sure what the point of all these lockers was. There was an entire room of them, with only nine reserved for each quidditch team. Paxton glanced up at the wall in front of him, reading the names written above the numbers on the lockers. D’eath, Marsh, Potter, Rowie, Finnigan, Norton.... His best friend Ryder leading up the line, the first locker for the captain, and the second for the seeker. Despite his lack of competitive drive, he had been convinced to try out by Ryder, back before University. He’d had some raw talent then...but now he’d honed it in, and he was a reasonably decent seeker.
After tucking his practice snitch into the back of his locker, Pax walked to the other side of the locker room and grabbed a towel from a stack beside the showers. He’d shower later in the dorms, but for now he wanted to get out of his dripping wet clothes and dry his hair a bit. He shook his head, drops of water fanning out away from him as he did so. His hair was still damp and messy as he grabbed the hem of his soaked long sleeved t-shirt, peeling it slowly away from his chest and over his head before dropping it on the floor where he’d retrieve it from later. He glanced in a mirror across the room. He wasn’t as pale as he used to be, with the time he’d been spending at the lake. And at least the small amount of working out that he did kept him from looking entirely scrawny. His abs were visible while his ribs were not, so he figured that was good enough. Not that it particularly mattered.
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Post by lucas on Jul 22, 2011 18:29:06 GMT -5
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If there was one thing Teddy hated more than anything, it was locker rooms. It wasn't that he was against the concept of communal changing areas- though actually, they are quite unsanitary- but he hated being judged. And from his minimal, very basic experience with being in locker rooms, Teddy knew that he would always be judged. Whether they did it intentionally or accident, it didn't take a genius to figure out which guy had the best abs, the best arms, the best everything. Teddy, who was already somewhat self-conscious of himself, hated being compared to others. He knew he was short, scrawny, and sort of strange looking; he didn’t need half-naked guys in the locker room to remind him of it. Because of this, Teddy kept his distance from the germ-infested, terribly smelly rooms of confinement. He’d succeeded in doing this for a good three years, considering the last time he’d been in one was at the start of fifth year, when he’d gone out for the Quidditch team. Teds loved to fly on his broom, but as his tryout made evident, he was not much of a Quidditch player at all. Flying was his form of relaxation, and getting balls chucked at him did not go well with the peaceful enviorment that Teddy liked when he flew. He’d gone flying a few times since then, but he’d made sure to change back in his room, and not in the locker room.
Holding his breath, Teddy eyed the door of the Hufflepuff locker room reluctantly, before slowly pushing his way in. He wasn’t a Hufflepuff, nor did he need to use the locker room, but his friend had gotten sick a few hours ago, and had left his cloak in a hurry to rush to the infirmary. Teddy bit his lip, listening for sounds that would indicate the presence of other people, before clearing his throat quietly and stepping further inside of the tiled, musty smelling room. He bit back a gag and forced himself on. Blue eyes flickering up to take in his surroundings, Teddy’s vision spread over empty lockers, benches, showers, and – another guy? Memories of being tormented during Quidditch tryouts instantly flashed through Teddy’s mind, as he spun around, having half a mind to run right back out the door. But of course, as much as Teds might have wanted to do that, he couldn’t bring himself to let down his friend like that. Sure, a cloak wasn’t a terribly important item, but if it got stolen, Teddy would feel like a complete and utter twat. Slowly during back to face the other guy, Teddy's gaze averted to the wet shirt on the ground, before up to the boy. Who was he? He looked tall, and sort of big.. Teds tried not to look afraid, but within the seconds he had been noticed, and the other figure had turned around, shirtless. It took all the strength Teddy could muster to stop himself from staring.
Instantly, his stomache flipped. The guy wasn't wearing a shirt, which was obvious.. but upon looking at him, just for a few seconds, Teddy was hit with the realization that he had nice abs. Wonderful abs. For a reason unbeknown to Teds, his stomache squirmed once again, and he found himself intently studying the toe of his shoe. Why was he getting like this? Smoothing down his bright, blonde hair, Teddy tried to compose himself, before finally looking back up to the boy. Er.. hey, he mumbled with a small wave, chewing on the inside of his cheek, er.. sorry. My mate, er, left a cloak 'round here. Have you seen it? I mean.. yeah.. Teddy coughed, mentally kicking himself as his face flushed, before forcing himself to peel his gaze off the boy, and to the locker room benches, where various items of clothes were strewn. The cloak would surely be here somewhere, right? Shuffling awkwardly over to a bench, Teddy rocked back and forth on his heels, before speaking again. I'm, er, Teddy, by the way. Nice to.. meet you? I suppose..
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word count- 684.
tagged- paxton.
notes- i couldn't help myself, baha.
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Post by paxton m. finnigan on Aug 11, 2011 15:51:18 GMT -5
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Paxton was actually quite surprised by the amount of time he spent in the locker rooms. Sure, he was on the quidditch team, so that was obviously something, but he didn’t particularly like it in here. More because of the memories than anything else. It hadn’t exactly been easy with the team when he’d first come out, even though that had been back at Hogwarts. They had gotten over it since, but him changing in a room with the rest of the guys was something they made out to be pretty traumatic, so he’d spent most days lingering on the pitch until the rest of the team was showered and gone so that he could have the room to himself without any odd looks or jeering. The habit had just kind of followed him, more because when he was alone he got more time in the locker room and clean up without being bothered by anyone. Of course, it also kind of stemmed his overly modest demeanor. He wasn’t used to people seeing him without clothes on. He didn’t go shirtless unless it was necessary or he was alone. Only around Ryder or someone that he wouldn’t think twice about. He’d gotten pretty self conscious about himself.
That was why he jumped a bit, crossing his arms over his chest as he noticed another presence in the locker room with him. His cheeks colored themselves pink as he attempted to cover himself, though failing rather thoroughly. Dark black lines poked out from under his arms where a tattoo spanned his side from his waistband to just below his nipple. He’d gotten it just after coming out to his parents. There’d been a brief outright rebellion phase that he’d passed through, almost thrown off by being allowed back in his home. Almost as if he’d wanted them to judge him…he didn’t know why. He’d gotten over it quickly though, and had this as a nice reminder. He didn’t regret the tattoo one bit. It actually held some meaning at least. He wasn’t unintelligent enough to get a pointless tattoo, just to get one. It was a feather, black, like a raven, that fanned out, breaking into tons of tiny birds, flying away. It made his skin look paler than it really was, but that didn’t concern him. At least it emphasized the slight definition of his chest and stomach. Paxton shivered slightly as a drop of water fell from his hair, running down his naked back, bringing him out of his thoughts.
”I um…”
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[/color] he started, looking up at the boy to seem him looking pointedly away from Paxton, something that only made him blush more, and feel self-conscious. He picked up a dry white tshirt off the bench and pulled his over his head, the thin fabric blurring out the lines of his chest, though the coloring of his tattoo was still visible through it. ”Hi.”[/color] he managaed, grabbing his towel and rubbing roughly at his dripping hair, leaving it much drier and sticking up at funny angles. ”Check the laundry bin.”[/color] he said, pointing to a basket across the room half full of used training robes and towels. Someone might have thrown a left behind cloak in with them. He dropped his towel to the ground, frustratingly aware of how soaking wet he still was from the waist down. He took a minute to actually look at the boy as he introduced himself. He seemed a little younger, and Paxton thought he’d possibly seen him around before. He certainly wasn’t a hufflepuff though. ”Uh, Paxton. Nice to meet you.”[/color] he nodded, watching the boy with interest. He was cute. But Paxton tried to keep himself from thinking that way. [/div] © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS BY bare: A Pop Opera OUTFIT: wet athletic shorts, dry white tshirt | 620 WORDS | NOTES: he's so freaking cute! [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by lucas on Aug 11, 2011 22:34:27 GMT -5
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Teddy ran a hand through his short, blonde hair, and tried to pull himself together. He didn't usually get nervous around people unless they were overly mean, intimidating, or attractive, so he was having difficulty detecting which reason it was. Mean? Though they hadn't conversed enough for Teddy to grasp an understanding on the boy's personality, he was pretty sure he wasn't mean. And even if he was mean, it wasn't a type of mean that Teddy could sense within being in the boy's presence, so Teds could deal with it. To Teddy, "dealing with it" and simply "taking it" mean the same thing. If someone treated him poorly, he would never be one to stick up for himself; instead, he'd simply bow his head and remind himself whatever being said was not true. Teddy never wanted to upset anyone, so even if they were upsetting him, he would never return the indecent favor. Rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet, he shivered and wrapped his own cloak a bit more around him. If mean-ness was out of the question, then that left intimidation and attractiveness. Was the boy intimidating? Teddy scrunched up his nose, eying the shirtless lad, doing his best to pretend that he wasn't staring. Staring and examining were two entirely different things. Right? Finally peeling his eyes away from Paxton, Teds mentally crossed intimidating off the list. Which left.. attractive? Glancing up around the musty, damp locker room, Teddy let out a soft sigh. Definitely not. After all, he wasn't even a girl. Therefore, attractiveness was out of the question, no?
But for whatever reason, Teddy couldn't help but look back up at Paxton again. Rocking back and forth on his heels, he felt the boy's gaze on him, and squirmed the tiniest bit. If the boy wasn't attractive, then why did Teds' stomache feel like there were little moving creatures in it? Why couldn't he stop staring at his pronounced, fairly muscular upper torso? Why did Teddy want to- "Oh.. I, what?," Teds blurted out, snapped out of his trance-like state as the boy spoke. Face reddening, he grinned sheepishly at him, before jogging over to the laundry bin. The sight of the smelly, rather large bin filled with worn clothes made Teddy cringe, but in some strange sort of luck, there happened to be a cloak on the very top. Teds eyed it suspiciously for a moment, before slowly picking it up, and recognizing it immediately as the cloak of his mate, Felix. "Brilliant, it's here," he announced, turning around to meet the gaze of the boy, "Thanks." A bit more confident than before, and not feeling quite as much of an idiot as he did before, Teds began to jog back in Paxton's direction.
Of course, Teddy being as un-athletic as Teddy was, happened to step in a rather large pool of water, and fell almost instantly with a loud splash. Blinking, Teds let out a soft whimper, pain shooting through his back as he landed on it, all of his clothes now soaked. "Crap.. ow.. ," he finally managed to mutter, trying to ignore the continuous ache of his right arm as he pushed up from the ground, tears fighting at the back of his throat. Though nothing was bleeding, he had hit the tile floor pretty hard, and was now filled with pain and wetness. Crouching down to pick up the cloak, Teddy bit his lip, noting how it was now soaking wet. "I.. shoot..," he murmured, rolling it over in his hands, wrinkling his nose slightly. Wonderful. Teds had come here to do one thing and one thing only, and had somehow managed to mess it up. Taking a few more steps forwards, he finally arrived back at Paxton, flashing him a weak grin. "Right, sorry 'bout that.. I'm well clumsy," Teddy told him quietly, shivering and wrapping his arms around himself, silently noting how the boy had put his shirt back on. Eying Paxton's shirt-clad chest, Teds couldn't help but notice the blank writing on his upper torso. Without thinking, he extended a curious hand out to the tattoo, his fingers gently brushing over it, before freezing in place. Shit! Why had he done that? "I.. er.. s-sorry..," Teddy mumbled, his hand instantly dropping to his side as his face blushed the color of a ripe tomatoe, "That.. s'a brilliant looking feather." Now soaked down to the skin, Teds shivered once more, wishing he had something nice and warm to put around himself.
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notes- yayay, i love them already.
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Post by paxton m. finnigan on Aug 13, 2011 23:33:49 GMT -5
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Paxton couldn’t help but notice that the boy seemed to be a little bit nervous. He wasn’t sure what was causing the reaction, but he didn’t exactly know this guy, so he couldn’t really make an educated guess either. Paxton had never really thought of or seen himself as the type of guy to make people jealous, he was usually really easy going and just liked to talk to people, and didn’t make others nervous just…as a general rule. He was actually nervous more often than anyone else. Of course, those weren’t with kids younger than he was. He didn’t spend a lot of time with the freshmen or sophomores really, because he tended to stick with his year in school. When he’d been a freshman though, he’d felt a little bit intimidated by the older students simply because they were older, and well…some of them seemed mean, but mostly just because they were older than he was. So he quickly figured that the only reason Teddy had to be nervous around him was that he was older, so he quickly decided that he’d simply have to be nice. Quite nicer than he usually was even….if that was possible. He didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. And something about this younger guy made him want to make sure he felt comfortable anyway. And it wasn’t just because he was cute….at least Paxton didn’t think it was.
He smiled pleasantly as Teddy eyed him and waited for a response to his words. He eventually got one, along with a blush and couldn’t keep himself from letting out a little chuckle at the boy’s slight confusion before he seemed to realize just what Paxton had said and respond to it with an undeniably adorable blush. He tossed his towel back down onto the bench and shut his locker as Teddy hurried over to the basket of robes. It didn’t seem to take long to find what he’d been looking for. The cloak apparently hadn’t been there for very long, so it was on the top of the stack, and Paxton was grateful that he hadn’t already thrown his towel into the pile, because that would have left a damp spot on the cloak that would have to be taken care of. Paxton nodded as he was thanked for his assistance ”Not a problem at all.”
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[/color] he replied easily, happy to be able to help. He did of course, spend enough time in here to have left a cloak or two himself. He almost saw it coming, as Teddy’s foot stepped wrong into the puddle of water on the floor and his legs went out from under him. Paxton winced and bit his lip at the nearly sickening noise that came with Teddy falling to the ground. He was ready to run to his aide, but the boy was back up practically as fast as he’d fallen down, and on his way the rest of the way back across the room. Paxton quickly took in that he, and his friend’s cloak, were covered in water, and that had honestly sounded like it hurt pretty badly. There was nothing that scared him more than slipping and falling in a room like this one, especially now that he’d started his healer training, so he knew how you could get hurt by a fall like that. Pax shook his head slightly as Teddy said something about being clumsy. His mouth opened to say something in reply, but he was cut off by the fingers that brushed over the left side of his chest, where his tattoo was. They left shill bumps in their wake and caused a blush to rise over the hufflepuff’s cheeks. ”I um…it’s okay..” he said in response to the boy’s apology. ”Thank you.”[/color] he added with a little smile, running his own hand over the black. He shook his head for a second and took a step away from Teddy to grab the wand from his quidditch locker behind him, ”Here, let me help with that.” he offered, taking the cloak from the boy and muttering a quick drying charm. He stepped back close to Teddy and did the same to the Gryffindor’s clothes before looking up at his face. ”That fall looked like it hurt….I’d be happy to take a look at that for you, if you wanted me to?” he asked, realizing a moment later how that could have sounded a little bit creepy. ”I um…I’m studying to be a healer.” he added quickly. [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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