gryffindor. oversized jumpers; roasting marshmallows over a crackling fire; laughing hysterically while pumpkin carving; the smell of cinnamon and baking; playing in puddles with bright gumboots; hair blowing wildly in the wind; cute beanies with pom poms; warm, rosy cheeks; burning your tongue when you sip a hot drink too quickly; early morning runs; worn, flannel shirts; pretending to be a dragon with clouds of warm breath in the cold air
hufflepuff. long, woollen socks; vanilla-scented candles; a warm blanket over your shoulders; jumping into a pile of autumn leaves; fluffy earmuffs; creamy hot chocolate with whipped cream on top; hanging fairylights everywhere; playing with your pet on a warm rug; thick mittens; a warm bath to relax after a long day; the crunching of leaves underfoot; capturing the image of dancing leaves with a vintage camera
ravenclaw. people-watching through foggy windows in cafés; reading a favourite book by candlelight; long, thick scarves; staying up late to play board games; wandering aimlessly under falling leaves; oversized, knitted cardigans; muted sunlight filtered through autumn leaves; late nights binging on netflix; a chilly wind freezing the tip of your nose; scribbling in notebooks under overcast skies; the natural silence of the woods; the dancing tendrils of steam from a mug of hot tea
slytherin. cold and misty mornings; warming your hands on a mug of hot coffee; dark lip colours; the dance of walking barefoot across a cold floor; stylish, long overcoats; falling asleep to the pattering of rain on the window; meandering wooded roads; lace-up leather boots; the flickering of candlelight in the dark; lying on a tartan blanket while listening to music through headphones; burying yourself in soft, warm blankets at the end of the day
♈ Aries: Hair blowing wildly in the wind; walking barefoot across a cold floor; lace-up leather boots, trudging down damp country lanes full of puddles. ♉ Taurus: The smell of cinnamon and baking; rosy cheeks; a warm blanket over your shoulders;
late nights binging on netflix. ♊ Gemini: Playing in puddles with bright gumboots; reading a favourite book by candlelight;
scribbling in notebooks under overcast skies. ♋ Cancer: Oversized jumpers; creamy hot chocolate with whipped cream on top; fluffy earmuffs; a chilly wind freezing the tip of your nose. ♌ Leo: The colour orange everywhere; early morning runs; stylish overcoats; jumping into a pile of autumn leaves. ♍ Virgo: Watching the street through foggy windows in cafés; vanilla-scented candles; the dancing tendrils of steam from a mug of hot tea. ♎ Libra: Hanging fairylights everywhere; flannel shirts; capturing the image of dancing leaves with a vintage camera; falling asleep to the sound of the rain. ♏ Scorpio: The crunching of leaves underfoot;
muted sunlight filtered through autumn leaves; the flickering of candlelight in the dark; halloween. ♐ Sagittarius: Roasting marshmallows over a crackling fire;
staying up late to play board games; meandering wooded roads. ♑ Capricorn: A warm bath to relax after a long day; thick mittens; the natural silence of the woods;
dark lip colours; the right amount of blankets in bed. ♒ Aquarius: Wandering aimlessly under falling leaves; warming your hands on a mug; being a dragon with clouds of warm breath in the cold air. ♓ Pisces: Cute beanies with pom poms; playing with your pet on a warm rug; lying on a tartan blanket while listening to music through headphones.
“Glanni,” Ithro sighed, kicking his legs, which dangled off the edge of the kitchen counter that he was seated atop of. “I don’t have TIME for this.”
The elf glanced at his boyfriend, making a point of rolling his eyes and shaking his head at the taller man, who only rolled his eyes back, as he brought out a small cardboard box.
“Suck it up, I don’t want to hear ANY of it,” Glanni told him, ignoring his protest as he knelt before the elf sitting at the edge of the countertop. “Besides, you made me a promise. If I go three weeks without causing any trouble, YOU let me teach you how to walk in heels. And guess what? We struck that deal three Sundays ago, so guess whose trying THESE bad boys on?” Out from the box, Glanni pulled out a pair of black leather laced-up boots, with heels that were 4 inches high. “Foot, please.”
Although begrudgingly, Ithro extended his right leg out towards him, wishing that someday, he’d live a life where he didn’t have to make crazy bribes with his lover in order to prevent him from breaking the fucking law.
“Thank you.” The other’s pink-coated lips curled into a smirk, as he slipped the boot onto the elf’s leg, pleased that it fit like a glove.
Ithro watched as Glanni skillfully began to lace up the boot, his fingers tapping against the countertop meanwhile. “I don’t know why you want me to do this so badly,” he told him. “It doesn’t really seem that important of a skill.”
“Oh, you’ll figure out why soon enough,” Glanni told him, tying the laces up into a nice rabbit bow before beginning to work on putting the second boot on his other leg. “I don’t see why you’re so upset over the idea of trying to walk in these for a couple minutes. …What? Are you afraid that I’ve finally found a physical feat that I’m better at than you?” He accused, pulling the laces to tighter as he continued to smirk up at him. “I didn’t know your ego was THAT sensitive-”
“It’s NOT. Believe me, Glanni, if you ever turned out to be better than me at something physical, I’d jump for JOY before anything else,” he snorted. “I’d just be happy you’re moving at all.”
“Well. SOMEONE’S a bit feisty today. I would watch my words if I were you hon, I’m in a position to cut off blood circulation-” And to prove his point, he tugged the laces of the boots HARD, earning a couple of elvish curses to escape from Ithro’s lips. When the elf huffed and pouted down at him, the criminal simply laughed, sticking his tongue out at him, not being the least bit surprised when the other stuck his tongue back out at him. He may try to seem all serious and orderly while he was doing his job, but Glanni knew that Ithro had a childish side.
“You’re almost finished?”
“Yes, I’m done.” Glanni smiled softly as he finished up tying the other boot’s laces into a bow, then scooted back a bit to admire his work. Ah, it was just as he had hoped; those tight leather boots really did look good, clinging onto the elf’s muscular calves in such a way that made the curve of the back of his leg look more pronounced. They came up to his knees and they made his legs look longer, and Glanni had to do all he could to hold a pleased noise back in his throat. He grabbed onto a leg, his hand grazing over the back of a leather-covered calf before he brought his foot up and kissed the very tip of the boot. “Beautiful.”
“…You couldn’t have picked something a little SHORTER?” Ithro began to criticize the shoes, quickly glancing away from the man kneeling at his feet, but the complaints did not make his reddening cheeks go unnoticed by Glanni as he had hoped.
“They’re ONLY 4 inches, Álfur. They aren’t even that long.” he gave his leg one last affectionate pat, chuckling a bit to himself at the other’s flustered appearance before he stood back up, offering up both hands for him to take. “Come on then, if you’re so worried. I’ll help you with the first few steps.”
The elf looked down at the other’s hands, but only pushed those hands away. “I don’t NEED you to help me make baby steps, I’m pretty sure I can do it myself.” He scooted off the edge of the counter, feet touching the ground now as he held onto the counter for support. “Besides,” he added with a smug look. “I’m confident that I’ll be stepping on YOU by the end of the day-”
Glanni blinked in surprise, shocked that that statement just came out of the other’s mouth. …HOLY SHIT.
Ithro just chuckled at his dumbstruck face. That’s what you get for thinking you could out-fluster him, Glanni. He’s NOT a man to be outdone. Feeling somewhat proud of himself, he let go of the counter and took a brisk step,
…and immediately found himself dropping hard onto the kitchen tile.
The next morning, you
arrived in your new quarters early, setting down the few possessions you had as
a servant. Most of what you owned were uniforms and so the small chest of
drawers beside the single-person bed was only half-filled. You glanced in the
mirror placed in a walnut frame; you had never had one in your chambers before.
The bed itself was nicely decorated; a pillow thicker than any you had used
before and the blankets soft beneath your fingertips.