Sneaking, Singing, Snogging. --Hades

[Liam Halvard]

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The Quidditch Pitch – while a known place for those seeking freedom and comfort – was also terrifyingly exhausting. Liam Halvard was walking, slowly, away from the locker room after a hard day of forcing himself to practice. There was something about the Gryffindor team that demanded excessive work; and while he was more than happy to pull his weight, his body was beginning to feel sore after doing this for several days. That being said, he also felt that a bath was more than necessary. While he didn’t smell bad, the usual cinnamon scent that wafted from him was tainted with a sweaty musk.

Broom in hand, the seventeen year old continued a steady pace up towards the castle, pondering his current predicament. Although he wanted a bath, he was clearly in need of some relaxation. Every muscle in his body felt tense, stretched to the maximum in order to get the best possible fitness results. The sort of relaxation he desired would be undeniably hard to accomplish in the normal showers – he needed peace, and he wanted it now. That thought in mind, a mischievous sort of grin spread across his face, his pace quickening. If it was a bath he wanted, it was a bath he would get.

The good thing about knowing so many people, of all different houses and sorts – one of the prefects had shared with him the password to their private bathroom. With this knowledge, they had told him to go there whenever he wanted, though they were usually less used at night. Bright blue eyes flashed up to take in the current status of the sky. Darkening, and quickly. With a soft smile to himself, Liam knew he had found the answer to his problems. A bath by himself, relaxing in the bubbles. It sounded absolutely wonderful.

Muscles relaxing just by the thought of it, the seventeen year old continued quietly through the castle before getting to the door that housed the Prefect’s gem. With a soft whisper, the door opened, allowing him access to the bathroom – which was, due to luck, completely disserted. He wasted no time in getting rid of his clothing, which was almost sticking to him due to the sweating of his exercise. A towel soon replaced them, as careful hands wrapped it around himself before he knelt down and started the water and bubbles, adding in a few fun scents to the mix.

“I have…I have you breathing down my neck, breathing down my neck…”

Soft, smooth, melodic whispers could soon be heard, echoing off the walls as the sound grew stronger. For the first time in so long, Liam felt safe to use his voice. He was singing, completely alone, wrapped up in his secret passion as he moved his clothes away from the water.

“Have you ever been alone in a crowded room? Well I’m, here with you…”

He kept singing, thinking nothing of it. This is what he loved to do. This is who he was. And soon, all of him would be more relaxed than he’d been in weeks.

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[Hades Grigori]

Green eyes began to strain beneath the candlelight as emerald eyes searched the page for letters to make a poem. He sat in the corner underneath the christened British windows--barred and crooked with metals until it had a shattered effect, much like the colored mosaics in the Sistine. Light glittered and fell like stars but was so filtered out by darkness that it no longer began to reach him through the window. Some time ago, the librarian had found him and whispered to him that the library was closing--yet he still remained, despite the looming curfew. He wanted to finish the story...and with each word on the page, he could paint a canvas in his head, with a world of imagery, and a sparkling sea of churning diction, all spelling out something more than 'beauty'.

What mortal eyes cannot see, what mortal tongues always fail to recognize, is true, irrefutable beauty. It's form is debatable among all, but Hades felt as if he could see true, uncorrupted beauty, as often in the world as in not. In fact, Hades was in a way, obsessed with it--whether the beauty came from the curve of a leave or the curve of a cheek, a hand, a stone, a bone, ashes, he fell in love with it. He saw angels in pieces, innocence, and light. He also saw darkness, and deception, and masks. Hades was a loving person, a gentle man, and yet...such openness could lead to such darkness in and of itself.

Quietly, when his eyes hurt too much, Hades Grigori closed the book and slipped it back onto the shelf, satisfied with today's reading. He rose, muscles tensing up as he put them above his head and stretched all the way until all were flexed and aching. He had not realized it until now, but laying in that position whilst reading in the lime-light caused him to feel sore in his back and neck. For this reason, Hades thought that it would be best to have his shower now, and looked over at the clock with his eyebrows raised in shock. It was already so late, however...He wanted the soreness in his body to disappear. Thus, he slid from the window and walked down and out of the library, heading up to the sixth floor corridor.

He stopped, however, when he uttered the password and opened the door without a sound--and suddenly, a beautiful, siren-like voice had met his ears. It sounded so perfect as it echoed off the walls, creating a sort of amplifier for the strength of the other's voice. Hades could only watch from the crack in the door, stunned as if he had been hit with a spell. In that dark, moonlit room, his eyes caught the form of a man, sitting on the edge of the bath, bathed in what could only be described as a halo of light, white feathers, flowing like his voice, right onto the suds...embarrassed, he looked once around before stepping in and shutting the door behind him. Normally, the male would allow the other privacy...but how could he simply walk away, or even wait for his turn when the other's voice was so captivatingly raw and sheerly attractive? Brown hair caressed his head as he tilted his head downwards, undressing to the sound of his voice until he was left in his briefs.

He waited until close to the song was over, before he spoke in a voice so impossibly smooth, that it could only be compared to silver, with a baritone of molted gold. "Hey..." He whispered, smiling gently, "That's quite a voice you have...ever think of sharing it?" He took a breath, and in a second, he was sitting down next to Liam, hands nearly touching the others as he simply tossed the other his smile, nearly hidden by shy bangs.

[Liam Halvard]

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Bubbles and splashing water could be considered a great safety – a cover for a secret that had never before revealed itself to ordinary and unworthy ears. Inside these bathroom walls everything was confidential; quiet, compelling, and oddly significant. More significant than if this voice – this complex yet melodic sound – were to be heard any place other than here. With every passing moment, Liam Halvard could hear his voice grow stronger, almost giving off a pure, solidified sense of power. While his eyes were closed, his mouth was wide, the tones emitting from it nothing short of soothing, tranquil, airy breath. Within this power, there was of course, a sense of vulnerability. He was giving himself over to a passion that consumed him; that wracked through his being and touched his eternal soul – in this way the seventeen year old was floating. Flying free, above all else, because there could be nothing that mattered more than this moment.

Inner peace was what caused him to continue singing, even when there was a noise from the doorway. It didn’t matter, truly. So his secret had been revealed to whatever being had happened upon him; to whatever set of ears chance had delivered here in some twisted hand of fate. His cards had been dealt, and his eyes remained closed, his face actually contorting into something that resembled a smile.

It was not until he was finished that his eyes opened – bright, hard, and piercing, as if the person before him needed to be examined. For several moments, he continued to stare, aware that the man now sitting next to him had asked him a question, and was waiting on a suitable reply. The longer he watched this man, the more his blue eyes seemed to liquefy – their previously hard surface washing away, melting into a magma-like intensity. There were no real words that could describe a feeling that stunned him, that took him off guard and made him swallow, hard. He knew this man, though barely. And this barely known man had seen him at his most vulnerable, most open, most beautiful state of mind and body. And though he was still dressed in a towel, Liam had never felt more naked.

Some would call it divine interference, some would call it chance; this man had been sent to him, so that his shell would break, shattering into the evil abyss that had become the outside world. Tainted, stained, and damned, the outside world was separate from this bathroom – this bathroom, filled with life, hope, and comfort. A comfort that was real, and could touch its receiving party with an unknown sort of aura. Acceptance. That is what he could feel, reverberating off the walls in this silence. Acceptance, lingering in the shadows, hiding in the corners, enveloping him with its softness. No longer would he have to hide his true self from all. No, instead, this classmate, whom he hardly had spoken to previously, knew him. Deeply, truly, though he hadn’t yet responded verbally to his question. Words weren’t enough anymore, and something in his face reflected that. Liam had already told the man what he was thinking, by the expression in his eyes, his face, his body language. He hadn’t moved away from the closeness.

“You’re the only person on this earth that knows I can sing, aside from myself.” He spoke in a light tone, not sure how to go about his bath from here. Though he felt an odd sense of peace, his muscles were still aching from a soreness that could cut deep into his bones. “I don’t share it with people, because I don’t think it’s too great. I sing for myself, in the hopes something good can come from it. It relaxes me.”

There was a pause, a still moment in the air as he pulled the faucet’s handle to stop the water flow in the tub, smiling at all the bubbles and the warmth at his feet before turning back to his new-found companion.

“You’re Hades, right?” Husky and low, his voice was a mere intoxicating whisper that could soothe any crying baby into a long, deep sleep. “I think we’ve had some classes together.”

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------Tags: Hades.
------Notes: Slow down; this night’s a perfect shade of Dark Blue.
------Outfit: Here.
------Word Count: 700.
------Template made by: Koney of Caution 2.0