we all fall down *

[myron]

search for the answers i knew all along
i lost m y s e l f, we all fall down

Myron was pretty sure the common room was going to be empty. After all, Hufflepuffs weren’t known for staying up late and partying. But of course, in his drunken state, he might just stumble into the Slytherin common room. But as he stood in front of the painting of a fruit bowl, Myron grinned stupidly. Yes, any passerby would think he was crazy. No, Myron was just drunk. Firewhiskey was not his strong point. And when he had one too m any bottles and started singing off tune, the party host decided that it was time to send the Hufflepuff back to his common room before he brought the patrolling Prefects around to the classroom. They’d even silenced Myron so that he would not be singing as he walked down the couple of staircases that led to his common room.

The male opened his mouth to speak the password, but nothing came out. Wand, he needed his wand! Digging into his back pocket (no, not the safest of places to keep a wand), Myron pointed his wand at himself. Smacking his head, Myron continued grinning. He was no expert at non verbal spells. Well, he was stuck here then. How lovely. Myron started mouthing the words to a song, silently singing to himself. And dancing in the dark hallway. After about five minutes, his voice came back to him. “Sorry seems to be…” Myron sang, dragging out the note. “…the hardest word!” He yelled out, completely off tune.

“Helga, love, Helga.” The male said to the portrait, which swung open almost instantly. Myron continued singing the rest of the song, adding in his own words when he couldn’t remember the lyrics. “Wheeeeee.” Myron twirled himself around the common room before flinging himself onto an armchair. He was quite a sight. His hair was messed up. His shirt was entirely unbuttoned, something he vaguely recalled the girls at the party doing. And he was drunk! “What do I doooo to make you love meeeee…” He continued singing, not bothering to see if anyone was around. “What have I got to doooo to be heard…” Myron sang, hiccupping at the end of the sentence.

words;; 362
tag;; blythe aka jami <3
status;; complete
notes;; XD
wearing;; clickie heh.
lyrics;; "Without You" by Breaking Benjamin
credit;; i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0

[blythe]

Sleep wasn't something that came naturally to this Hufflepuff. Everyone but Blythe could nap on command, or go into a deep slumber. It took hours of restless rolling to even get a few hours in. Rolling around like that all night definitely wasn't worth it. Blythe found it more productive if he just stayed up and studied or something. Wasting time wasn't something he enjoyed doing, and at this point, sleeping fell under that category.

Cracking open a book and leaning back in the armchair, Bly pursed his lips as he read. This was really a boring book, but he had no choice. He had to read it for DADA, and he might as well do it in the depths of a lamp-lit night. The silence was peaceful, also, on the brightside. Maybe not sleeping wasn't always such a bad thing. That is, until he heard singing outside of the common room entrance. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes a bit, he turned a page of his book and ignored the muttered sounds that seemed like they were trying to fall under a melody.

At the instant the portrait swung open, Blythe cocked a smirk at the boy swinging through the space. It was Myron Wagtail, of course it was. No matter where Blythe went, he always found a way to circle his mind right back to Myron. He sat his book down on the sidetable beside him and then hastily scooted to the side when the drunken Hufflepuff flung himself into the same armchair he was in.

So, there they were, two Hufflepuffs in one armchair. Awkward. Especially for Blythe. Blythe's crush on Myron hadn't ceased in the slightest. Therefore, at this moment, Blythe was blushing. At that realization, Blythe hopped out of the chair and turned to look at Myron, "I think you can be heard by everyone; you can stop singing now if you'd like." Blythe suggested in a warm, hushed tone. He just didn't want to wake anyone up, and at this rate, Myron might already have.

Then again, it wasn't such a bad thing. There he was, unbuttoned shirt- Stop. Blythe mentally disciplined himself. These weren't the thoughts appropriate to think right now... or ever.

TAG: myron aka kim! <3
WORDS:

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MUSE:[/color] You Me At Six -- The Consequence
CLOTHING:[/color] click~
NOTES:[/color] oh, myron. xD
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[myron]

search for the answers i knew all along
i lost m y s e l f, we all fall down

Naturally Myron had no idea he crashed into someone on the armchair. He had figured everyone would be sleeping. Hufflepuffs were goody two shoes, weren’t they? But of course, Myron felt that there was someone beside him. It was a lovely feeling, being side by side with someone and feeling the warmth of their body. So, he somewhat protested when that warmth disappeared and a voice punctured into his semi consciousness. “Now now, Bly. That’s not the point.” The male grinned at his fellow Hufflepuff. “The point is… don’t you want to hear me sing? I have a bloody good voice.” He said, opening his mouth to start singing again.

Instead, what came out was a croak. Way to make a statement. Whoever would believe he was the future lead singer of a famous musical band? If only he could get enough members! But that was a thought for another time. He needed to say something to Blythe. He was rather adorable, really. “Ah, you know what? I’ll stop singing if you tell me what you’re doing here in the middle of the night. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” Myron asked, rather lucidly. He only sounded lucid. He was somewhat naked, his grin never slipped off his face and his lanky limbs seemed to be entangled with each other.

“Lovely glasses.” He said randomly. “It makes you look extremely adorable. Very kissable.” Myron commented. If he was sober, Myron would never have said any thing of that sort. He might have said that to girls, but someone from his own gender? No, not something that would happen. Myron fancied both genders but knew perfectly well it wasn’t very accepted in society. Half-blood and bisexual. What a combination. He grinned at Bly again. Clearly he wasn’t thinking straight.

words;; 296
tag;; blythe aka jami <3
status;; complete
notes;; i found the song rather ironic.
wearing;; clickie heh.
lyrics;; "Without You" by Breaking Benjamin
credit;; i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0

[blythe]

Blythe smiled lightly and nodded, "Yes, your voice is quite lovely, but..." He inwardly thought of a way to make silence or whispering appeal to the wasted Myron, "do you want someone to come down here and interrupt your fun, this fun in fact?" He sounded playful, like talking to a child, yet not. His voice was mature, well-thought out, and charismatic sounding. Like he'd knew this was going to happen, and he'd planned his phrases in his head.

The croak made him flinch, but he regained composure as he answered Myron's next question with just as much ease as the persuasion earlier, "I was doing homework, reading a book, like a stick in the mud. Shouldn't you be sober, Hufflepuff?" Blythe adjusted his glasses as he slid them down before he said the word 'Hufflepuff' for emphasis. He really was such a great actor. Perhaps he'd be famous for films one day.

Blushing, blushing was happening right now! Oh, no, no... Blythe looked down and took the glasses off, setting them on the table atop his book. "Thanks." His voice was soft, now, almost like he didn't want to say anything at all. The butterflies in his stomach were having themselves a rave, apparently. Bly didn't much appreciate it. Plus, he knew Myron wouldn't be the same when he was sober. Blythe knew he was destined to just be alone. He'd came to terms with it, though.

"You aren't thinking clearly, you should go to bed, don't you think?" Blythe sounded disappointed, without any extra effort from the pity committee in his brain. He looked at Myron for a reaction, straight face and all, but he was sure not even a Ravenclaw would take him seriously with that awful red glow illuminating his face.

TAG: myron aka kim! <3
WORDS:

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MUSE:[/color] You Me At Six -- The Consequence
CLOTHING:[/color] click~
NOTES:[/color] d'awwwh.
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[myron]

search for the answers i knew all along
i lost m y s e l f, we all fall down

“But?” Myron repeated, as if he had never heard that word before. “Oh.” The Hufflepuff crossed his arms and blinked. That made sense. Why did that have to make sense? “One day I’m going to be a famous rockstar and people will pay to see me sing. Me and my adorable band, that is.” Myron started. “For now, I will… stop singing.” He nodded his head, before trying to smooth down his hair. “Because you asked me to, so very nicely.” Myron added.

He looked down at his exposed upper body and hiccupped, listening to Blythe talk. His eyes flickered to the younger teenager when he said he was a stick in the mud. “And why would that be considered a stick in the mud?” He asked. “Stereotypes. Psssh.” He commented, making some random gesture with his fingers. “Whoever said Hufflepuffs should be sober?” Myron almost shouted out the last word. “And whoever said Squibs were stupid?” He asked quietly, before returning his gaze to Blythe.

Myron grinned, but it didn’t stay there long when Bly took off his glasses. “Hey!” He protested, pouting a little. The tone of Bly’s voice was lost on Myron. He did, however, notice the blush. “Oh, come on. Party pooper.” Myron said, getting up unsteadily. He started making his way towards Bly. He was going to fall any moment, he was sure of that. “Don’t suppose there’s Firewhiskey hidden behind the fireplace, is there?” Myron took a left turn when the fireplace was to his right.

“Maybe I’ll take those glasses of yours.” He muttered, attempting a grab for Bly’s glasses as he turned back. Myron wasn’t a clumsy person, but too much alcohol in his system, the turning of his body, his unsteady walk all combined together and soon enough the Hufflepuff was flying towards Blythe.

words;; 303
tag;; blythe aka jami <3
status;; complete
notes;; kiss? lol.
wearing;; clickie heh.
lyrics;; "Without You" by Breaking Benjamin
credit;; i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0

[blythe]

Blythe watched Myron as he tried to make sense of what he'd said, and smiled when he saw he was victorious. "Thank you." Shrugging, he went on to try and answer the rapidly spat questions. "Because I tend to not be a lot of fun I guess. Also, it was a joke. No need to shout." Chuckling lightly at the finger movement, Blythe glanced swiftly around the common room to make sure they were still alone.

That damn blush needed to go away. Bly was bitterly cursing at it in his head. It ruined everything for him. Seeing Myron sway, Blythe quickly took a few steps towards him, "There isn't any firewhiskey hidden behind the fireplace, I promise. Plus you're not even headed in the right direction." He smirked and then pouted. Not his glasses!

Those thoughts evaporated once he saw Myron headed towards him, and not in the manner he'd particularly enjoy. Catching him before he fell, or what Blythe sensed as the moment before he tumbled, Bly sighed softly and couldn't help but smile a bit. "Clumsy." He tried to straighten Myron up a bit so he could attempt to stand up on his own.

This was much, much harder than it looked. Why did Myron have to be so heavy? Actually, the proper question would have been 'Why was Blythe so small?' He didn't think of that, though. Mostly because he didn't really want to overthink things anymore. It got him too deeply interested and horribly distracted. No time for nonsense. Then again, Myron's face wasn't too far from his own at this point of the attemps to help him regain his composure...

No. Blythe scolded himself for thinking those thoughts. It wouldn't have been so bad, though. Myron was drunk to the point of no return. He wouldn't remember it. Where was the scolding alter-ego of Blythe's when he needed it?

TAG: myron aka kim! <3
WORDS:

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MUSE:[/color] Passion Pit -- Swimming In The Flood
CLOTHING:[/color] click~
NOTES:[/color] lol yes please.
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]