Do you Have Your Valentine?

[Jericho]

The mute carefully ladled the punch into another cup and held it out to Raven, trying to keep the idiotically happy smile from taking over his face. Taking a sip of his own drink, Jericho let his own eyes wander to the elaborate decorations strewn over the walls and ceiling. Red and pink streamers hung from the rafters and chandelier like jungle vines and he fancied for a moment that the hearts plastered to the wall were birds of paradise.
He knew better than to start conversation with Raven. She had, on numerous occasions, demonstrated her definate preference of silence over sound, and Joseph was perfectly happy to let it be if it made her more comfortable.

[Raven]

Raven sipped the concoction carefully. Prefering tea herself she was slightly off put by the sweetness of the drink. Scowling softly she looked around the area. This place was very girly, far to girly for Raven's tastes.

"Why'd you deside to come?" she asked lightly levitating and crossing her legs into lotus possition in the air.

[Jericho]

Jericho shrugged. How could he explain why he was here? Other than the fact that his muse had decided to shut herself up and neither paint not music would flow from his fingers without seeming wrong. It wasn't as though his classes gave him a lot of homework to do, so even doing work ahead of time was no longer an option.
I ran out of things to do, He admitted truthfully. and I'm not a master of meditation, so I couldn't just sit there for the entire night.

[Raven]

Raven laughed softly at the coment, "Meditation isn't really just sitting there. It's focusing your mind and spirit."

She wondered how he could have run out fo things to do, he was an artest after all.

"What happened to your art?" she asked lightly.

[Jericho]

Joseph rolled his eyes in exhasperation. Don't talk to me about it! He signed, making a show of being dramatic. Nothing was working tonight. I tried painting, writing, playing; My muse must have abandoned me. If it keeps up, I may have to ask you for help with focusing. He joked light-heartedly.
He couldn't get enough of staring into her eyes. Because his own power centered around eye contact, Jericho fancied himself the master of reading people through their eyes. But staring into Raven's gaze was like falling through a stormy sky, complete with vertigo.

[Raven]

Raven shrugged lightly and looked back out at the small gathering, "Such a fuss over a stupid holiday...Why go threw the pain of it all?"

She really didn't understand most holidays, but the fact that this one was centered around love really ticked her off. She sighed and looked over at Jerico from the corner of her eyes.

"Are you trying to read my thoughts?" she asked.

[Dr. Facilier]

Facilier was still talking with lotti, and he thought of the plan that involved her. However that love wasn't forced it was what lotti technaclly wanted so that was considered helping her get that on his part. He looked at her and continued "Yeah it's short and old but very, very true. Love can't be made by voodoo magic, love is a magical mystery" He chuckled a little afterwards

[wandisimo]

(TENTATIVE POST PENDING APPLICATION APPROVAL)

Wandisimo fixed his cuffs, his suit a very flattering dark reddy purple with a little bit of sheen. He flattened the panels against his broad chest, readjusting the pink flower in his lapel, a smirk on his lips as he casually let himself into the transformed dining hall.
The decoration Cupid had worked so hard on didn't escape him, but for the moment he pretended not to notice as his violet eyes searched out the pink haired love God.
He spotted Cupid flipping through his impressive collection of romantic music and swept up behind him, tan hands covering Cupid's eyes.
"Guess who." Wandisimo said with a smirk, his accent thick in the quiet words.

[Cupid]

Cupid paused, temporarily blinded by very familiar hands. He smirked, but remembered that he was still pretty upset over Wandisimo's current absence. "Wandisimo..." he paused for affect. "You're late." The pink haired fairy kept his tone even, crossing his arms with the cds still in hand.

[wandisimo]

Wandisimo shrugged, chuckling. "I could not think of the perfect gift for you. I spent all day agonizing over it." He said dramatically, taking Cupid's hand and kissing it apologetically. "I have spent the last four weeks scouring the lands for the perfect Valentines gift for you, mi amor." Wandisimo slid his hand up Cupid's wrist, revealing more of his skin, Wandisimo's lips rediscovering the warmth he gave off. "Would you like to know what I got you?"

[Cupid]

Cupid tried to keep his frown, but it was hard not to form at least a small semblance of a smile. Wandisimo wouldn't lie to him anyway. "Hmmm....I suppose it is hard to find something for the god of love that he hasn't already been given." He watched the other fairy curiously. "I am very curious. Do tell." Maybe Cupid would forgive him...Wandisimo was trying after all.

[wandisimo]

"I will do better then tell, I will show." Wandisimo backed up, doing a little spin with a flourish, his clothes exploding from his sculpted frame. He flexed, every muscle rippling, a small tattoo the only mar on his flesh.
"The ultimate gift a man as handsome as I can give." He said, arching so that Cupid could get a look at his own name written in permanent ink on the Latino fairy's body.
"A mark on my perfect body, just for you."

[Jericho]

Feb 14, 2011 23:49:06 GMT -5 Raven said:

Raven shrugged lightly and looked back out at the small gathering, "Such a fuss over a stupid holiday...Why go through the pain of it all?"

She really didn't understand most holidays, but the fact that this one was centered around love really ticked her off. She sighed and looked over at Jerico from the corner of her eyes.

"Are you trying to read my thoughts?" she asked.

He blushed at being caught staring and was forced to put down his cup to explain. No, but I wish I could. Perhaps that was a bit more than he meant to say and he hastened to amend the bare truth. I mean, it would sound far less strange than having a one-sided conversation like we are now. And Valentine's day isn't all that bad. It's for celebrating a potentially life-changing emotion. Jericho smiled warmly. He knew that love could mean a lot of things. The beginning of a new life, or even the end of one...

[Cupid]

Cupid stared silently for a long minute before he tapped a finger on his chin, his eyes traveling Wandisimo's muscular naked chest, studying his own name now permanately etched on the Latino fairy. It was certainly...unexpected. Wandisimo did prize himself very much - more than jsut an obsession. This obviously meant he didn't just see Cupid as a fling. "You definitely gave me something no one else has," he smiled, not nearly as jaded while he leaned agaisnt him and gave him a kiss. "We've already have people coming in. Can you keep an eye on the door for me? Can't have everyone flooding in too fast."

[wandisimo]

"Of course." Wandisimo returned the kiss, grinning his suit poofing back onto his naked chest, modest once again. He gave Cupid a wink before making his way to the punch bowl. He was pleased with himself that his gift had been unique.
"How is everyone enjoying the party?" He asked the few students gathered around