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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
216 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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Mar 30, 2020 7:16:48 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Mar 30, 2020 7:16:48 GMT -7
FOR A LONG TIME, ONDINA HAD CONSIDERED burning her sister's building down. Whether she was inside or not at the time was up for debate. However, instead of committing mass murder and perhaps ruining her precious family dynamic - as flawed as it was - she did something far worse. Something Ondina thought she would never do. She packed up her bedroom and left home in the middle of the night. It had almost seized her with panic as she'd flown away. Her breath becoming shorter and shorter, but she was stubborn. She was leaving, she would not be the last bird to leave the nest, that was embarrassing.
Renard Goyle lived in an incredibly upstanding building with glass doors and an elevator that required a key to use it. Much better than anything Harper could afford, Ondina had thought petulantly as she'd broken in and stood in the far corner. A houself followed her in disguise, a bag in its arms that was far larger than its small frame. They could be extraordinarily strong, which is what Ondina had needed for her bottomless bag of things. The door to Renard's home was shockingly unprotected and Ondina had snorted when she finally stood in the front room. It was... nice.
The walls were spotless and sparsely decorated. No visible sign that anybody lived there at all. It was nothing like a Weasley home. Though her childhood abode had been inordinately clean due to her allergies and reactions, it was still as messy and mismatched as any Weasley home. This had stopped Ondina from inviting anybody home while growing up - not at all due to her bad attitude, of course. So, standing in her 'fiance's' spacious and pristine home was a little shocking. "Hm," Ondina breathed, taking off her protective suede gloves with the understanding that she would not break out in a rash as she had thought she might.
"We knows the elf that cleans this floor, mistress." The elf grumbled, almost distastefully and Ondina's nose curled up, though her eyes perked in interest. "Weren't you leaving?" She sniped, and the elf dropped her bag instinctively before scampering off. She'd paid him beforehand, a pitiful amount of gold to hulk around her belongings, but she wasn't about to do it herself and gold was gold. The door slid shut soundlessly and Ondina stood for a moment, her hand heavy with the ring on her finger. She had not spoken to Renard about the fact that she was moving in, but that did not occur to her at all as she set herself on the edge of the sharp leather sofa and carefully began unpacking her things.
Ondina unpacked slowly, methodically. She found a room in the back that had nothing but a bed in it and a chest of drawers and carefully unpacked all of her clothes in to the drawers and built-in closet until she ran out of room. The rest she folded neatly all over the bed and floor, along with her many pairs of shoes. It was a maze of towering items when she was finished, closing the door neatly behind her and locking it with a simple unspoken spell. She couldn't afford to have anybody touching her things, they were steam cleaned.
Ondina owned few personal effects, bar a box of old VHS tapes. These she unpacked under the bed she assumed was Renard's in the master. It was as empty as the guest room, but his clothes were here. Ondina ran her fingers down each of the suits, rearranging the order in case that might bother him. She swapped out each left shoe as well, mismatching the polished row until she ran out of shoes. Then, when she was done, she ended up in his kitchen. The island gleaming so that Ondina had to bend down and reach up trying to find a speck of dust. She didn't find one, and Renard found her first. A glass of ice water in her hand, having hopped up on to the counter, her heels clacking against the cupboard below her with every leisurely swing.
"Hi, hun." She greeted him, her chin tilted up as she smiled at him expectantly. Perhaps she was looking for a fight, her eyes flashing with the desire of it.
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renard walt goyle
HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
159 posts
Married to Ondina Weasley
played by Colin
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Apr 19, 2020 20:18:57 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Apr 19, 2020 20:18:57 GMT -7
▲ The charade with the Blishwick engagement had satiated the Goyle parents’ need to relentlessly pester Renard about getting married. He had been unaware that they had gone behind his back in those few weeks between their argument at Christmas dinner and his little ‘surprise’ for them. A list of viable marriage candidates had been presented to him on the very day he went to tell them they could back off. He would have loved to look at himself in a mirror at the moment, because he could feel what little blood he had in his pale complexion drain completely out of his face. For being a couple of idiots, they sure had a lot of names on their list, and quite a few he recognized at that. Plenty of which were far superior women to Ondina Weasley. They didn’t have her attitude or her back-stabbing tendencies. It was the first time in his life that his parents actually did something intelligent and managed to pull it off. And that was when Renard knew he had fucked up big time. Of course his parents were irked that he had picked a Weasley of all people, and that it meant their hard work went to waste. But he had done what they wanted, and that was good enough for them apparently. From there, he shrunk back home and made himself as small as possible over the next few months. He went to work and went home, only making time to go to the casino bar once a week so that they wouldn’t think he was dead. It probably showed physically on him, darker circles under his eyes than normal, and a lack of any interest in what was going on in the world anymore. More than once, his coworkers thought he had caught Hag’s Fever, even forcing him to go to Mungo’s to get cleared just in case. The only highlight in that time was that a couple of potioneers had figured out a potentially new wolfsbane potion recipe, which was supposed to be entering trials soon. All of that was in his purview, and if it worked there would be new werewolf legislation passing through his office. But it wasn’t really something to get excited about. He was now bound by magical contract to Ondina Weasley, and that terrified him more than a pack of self-aware werewolves wandering around once a month. The house elf scampering down the hallway from the direction of his flat would have piqued his interest normally, but these days he was like the walking dead, dragging his feet slowly down the corridor and hand weakly turning the key in the lock of his door. He didn’t even acknowledge the splash of red hair sitting atop his kitchen island at first, his briefcase dropped onto the floor and tie immediately loosened from its constrictive hold on his neck. Moving around her swinging legs, he pulled a scotch glass from its cupboard and poured his choice drink in it, downing the first and pouring a second before finally turning around to face her. The gaudy ring on her hand was a new, and his eyes flicked to it before going back up to her. Exhausted already, Renard took a sip of his drink, “Took you long enough.” He barely saw the difference between Ondina Weasley and the Grim Reaper. They were one in the same at this point, and he had signed his death certificate months ago. This was long overdue. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
216 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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Apr 27, 2020 8:42:35 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Apr 27, 2020 8:42:35 GMT -7
IT WAS AN ACT OF WAR FROM RENARD WHEN HE actively and stubbornly ignored Ondina's existence. The automatic machinations of a man dragged down my office work, from the loosening of his drab tie to the dropping of an expensive leather briefcase before pouring himself a few too many fingers of scotch. She could have been nothing but a specter in the corner of his eye. A delicate heat began to spread on her cheeks, fingers curling viciously around the edge of the counter. But, eventually, his mouth opened and she finally breathed. It was not what she wanted to hear.
"What do you mean?" She groused, slipping from the counter with a clack of her heels. She approached him slowly and with purpose, her red fingernails running along the side of the exposed skin of his neck before she grabbed the loosened tie at his neck and tugged it. "Aren't you happy to see me?" She invaded the space in front of him, as if to undo the tie completely, just as a dutiful wife might. Instead, she looked up at him through fanning lashes and tied a brand new knot in it, tight and constricting. "Do I drive you to drink... honey?" That animal tilt to her head.
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renard walt goyle
HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
159 posts
Married to Ondina Weasley
played by Colin
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last online Mar 28, 2024 19:39:23 GMT -7
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Apr 29, 2020 17:53:26 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Apr 29, 2020 17:53:26 GMT -7
▲ His poor kitchen floor. It was being stabbed by Ondina’s heels, and it truly didn’t deserve that sort of punishment on his behalf. Buffing any scratches out would be no problem, obviously, but the mere thought of having to do it made him take another sip of his drink. Having her exist in his space was bound to cause all sorts of mysterious damage. And the hair! Merlin, he hadn’t thought about that yet. Her claws running along his neck as he stared absent mindedly at the kitchen floor made him shiver back into existence, which was quite the accomplishment considering the state he had been lately. She was asking him if he was happy to see her, and Renard kissed the lip of his glass, only managing to get a few drops of scotch on them. “A lot of things drive me to drink,” he stated truthfully. Too many things did that to him these days. Ondina, admittedly, was probably the first source of that habit for this year, but she was far from being the daily stressor now. Her existence unfortunately only came into play when it was right in front of his face, sometimes quite literally smacking him. This time it seemed that her aggression was being taken out on his tie, which was quickly becoming his noose. He wouldn’t put it past her either. “You can save that for later,” he said, tapping at the hand that was holding the tie knot. Rolling over was easier than fighting her at a disadvantage. “Drink?” Renard added, holding up his glass before reaching back behind him to flick open the rest of the liquor cabinet. Most of the bottles were yet to be opened, his poison being the fact that he enjoyed being a bar fly more than drinking alone. Real alcoholics drank alone, in his opinion. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
216 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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Jun 14, 2020 7:01:25 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Jun 14, 2020 7:01:25 GMT -7
IT FIRST, ONDINA'S INTENTION WAS MERELY TO gain Renard's full attention. His eyes stubbornly watching the floor as she approached him, as if her shoes had more to say than her mouth. And when he answered her, barely even flinching when she tugged on his tie, her bottom lip pouted. He wouldn't even give her that, the supreme knowledge that he drank because of her. No, he stared her clean in the eyes and he shrugged without shrugging. It was infuriating. She curled her fingers around the fabric and she pulled.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" She asked in a quiet, simpering tone. The kind she'd heard from submissive wives and pandering mothers. Her least favourite voice. But then his fine boned hand came up and tapped twice on the back of hers, burning the thin, cold skin there and she reflexively loosened her grip, surprised by his simple comment. Her delicate brow lifting as if in dare. She said nothing, unravelling her hold instead and leaving him with it. Almost as if to test him, would he make good on his promise or was he really all talk. She wouldn't be surprised by either. Not from him.
The offer hung in the air, his glass twinkling in the flickering oil lamp light. She looked at it, considering, all the while staying in his fragile space. The only thing he had left to himself. That, and his drink of course. As he leaned back to flick open the liquor cabinet she leaned over his shoulder to look, her chin brushing the fabric of his shirt. Stack after neat stack, the spirits and malts all gleamed promisingly. Ondina wasn't a drinker, she liked to keep her mind fresh and crisp. But, saying no would be like backing down.
She pulled away, one hand coming up to wrap around the glass he still held. There was very little left in the bottom and she didn't even pry it free from his fingers. Instead, she wrapped her hand around his, their fingertips overlapping and she pulled it towards her mouth. Red lips staining the opposite side of the glass, she drew the very last splash from the bottom and swallowed, the burn horrid. A reminder of why she couldn't stand the stuff. But, barring a slight wrinkle of her nose, she made no audible disagreement. Licking the last droplet from her bottom lip as she pulled back and let go. "That'll be fine." She said in answer, stepping back finally.
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renard walt goyle
HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
159 posts
Married to Ondina Weasley
played by Colin
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last online Mar 28, 2024 19:39:23 GMT -7
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Jun 14, 2020 16:39:07 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Jun 14, 2020 16:39:07 GMT -7
▲ While Renard knew that he had no cause for complaint because he had put himself in this situation to begin with, he still wasn’t sure which of Ondina’s faces he hated more: the true version of herself, vile and spiteful, or the puppy-dog ploy, the submissive lip quiver she was currently putting on and did around those she was trying to open up for a chance to sink her venomous points into. It had to be the latter, because it was so false that it was quite obvious to anyone who knew of her reputation. He didn’t even know if she tried to hide that anymore, because there were plenty of whispers about it. This superseded a mere bad temper and a weak constitution, and he felt like others wouldn’t find him crazy if he tried to explain everything he had experienced. At least he didn’t think they would. Those same people would probably call him crazy for putting himself in this situation to begin with, but hindsight was twenty-twenty. This easily made his top five on stupid shit he thought would work out in his favor, and there was no weaseling his way out easily this time. Trying to navigate dagger-like clawed nails and simpering pouts from the redhead would surely leave him with nasty scares in the future. He ignored her question to talk about his drinking problems, primarily because he was sure she would try to drive it home that the reason was her. Not one-hundred percent her. There were some days where she was the main source of it, but not today, or at the very least, not yet today. Feeling her chin on his shoulder made shivers run down his spine, and he was glad his glass wasn’t full. His immediate thought was that he was about to be batted around, like a mouse trapped by a cat. That was exactly what this was, and he was a mere toy to the Weasley girl. She even went as far as to take hold of his hand and lift the glass to her lips, drinking the rest of it. Leaning back onto the edge of the counter, Renard filled his glass up again. He wasn’t going to be deterred by her in the slightest. “So where are your belongings?” he asked after taking a long sip. As far as he could tell, none of it had been in the entryway, and the kitchen and sitting room were free of overstuffed bags. “Or do you subscribe to the overnight bag club? Whatever works for you, really…” he trailed off so he could take another drink. At this point, he didn’t care anymore. The papers had been signed, the obnoxiously large ring was on her finger, and people knew. This was apparently the next step in all of that. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
216 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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last online Mar 28, 2024 12:18:09 GMT -7
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Sept 9, 2020 11:54:55 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Sept 9, 2020 11:54:55 GMT -7
HE DIDN'T EVEN FLINCH. THAT COLD, BLANK expression frozen on his features. She flicked a droplet from the corner of her mouth and watched him for a moment. Waiting to see a crack form in the foundations of his composure. Instead, he seemed to deflate against the counter behind him. Refilling his glass with a deliberate ease. She wanted to shake him, the burn in her throat feeling less and less worth it as time went on.
"Ugh, no." Ondina snapped in disgust, crossing her arms and marching all the way to the fridge. She grabbed a bottled water from inside, a provision she'd bought on her own. She'd half suspected that all Renard would keep at hand was expensive spirits and crystal decanters. She'd been almost right. Cracking the seal, she took a sip to wash the bitter taste of whiskey from her tongue and acted as if she had forgotten Renard was even present. It didn't last long, she couldn't stand being ignored and Renard seemed to like the silence.
"I packed all of my things away when I arrived," She said with faux cheer. "I like to make myself at home." In reality. Ondina had just wanted to mess with Renard's things. And she'd never been the type to live out of a single bag. "I had to move some things around, but I put them in a bag for you." She shrugged, hip leaning against the counter to Renard's right. Settling a little too close for comfort. She watched the careful workings of his jaw, his profile almost handsome. She hated it. Especially when he wouldn't look at her.
"Are you having seconds thoughts?" She asked with a smirk, reaching up to run a finger down that same hollow cheek she had almost admired a moment before. It was a little rough to touch, a days worth of scruff deceptively hidden. That drink shimmered in his hands, disappearing faster than its predecessor. She wondered again if it was because of her and had a sick thrill. "I'm a very amicable housemate." She definitely wasn't. She didn't want to be.
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renard walt goyle
HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
159 posts
Married to Ondina Weasley
played by Colin
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Sept 17, 2020 22:04:36 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Sept 17, 2020 22:04:36 GMT -7
▲ She had such bland tastes. Having to wash down such a small drink with water (and where had the plastic bottle come from that was in his fridge?), seemed uncharacteristic for her. Ondina had always tried to show that she was this unwavering wall. Obviously he had seen her crack a few times, throwing up his own version of it to force her into a tizzy. If things went well, that would happen any moment now. Unless she had learned, which Renard didn’t think was possible, but Ondina had surprised him before. He also hadn’t thought she would agree to any of this. Here they were though. “What things?” he asked cautiously, trying to sound more inquisitive than he was peeved that she was already changing things around without him knowing. How long had she been here? If she had fully moved in and had time to throw his stuff around, he feared what his bedroom and closet looked like. Ondina didn’t strike him as the type to live frugally either. Which was fine, because he didn’t either. The whole second bedroom wardrobe had spare suits and jackets for virtually any occasion. As long as it wasn’t those, he was fine with almost any of his belongings being tossed into a bag. They weren’t of any sentimental value to him. And really, if it did happen to be the suits, a quick couple of spells would clean them up and pull out the wrinkles in a matter of seconds. She then asked if he was having second thoughts, moving in closer to him and running a finger down his face. Renard, like he had a few moments earlier when she had touched his shoulder, immediately took a long drink. He could do this all day, or at least until he cleaned out his liquor cabinet. “Not at all. If I didn’t think it was going to get to this point, I wouldn’t have signed that paperwork at Blishwick’s.” And how unfortunately true that was. His parents had backed off immediately once they saw that. Renard still wasn’t sure if Ondina was the best choice, but she was the only one willing to play the game. Somewhere in all of this she was getting some sort of benefit from it. He hadn’t actually figured out what that was yet. “My cat was an amicable housemate,” Renard chimed in as he took another sip, finishing off the glass again. He felt like that was enough for now, and shoved the stopper back in the bottle, putting it back where it belonged, and then found his way over to his couch. Too much of the day had been spent on his feet, and if he was going to be dealing with Ondina for the rest of the evening, he wasn’t going to do all of it standing. “Don’t worry,” he called over his shoulder as he sank into the cushions, “He’s been gone for a while. Deep cleaned the place months ago of all the hair. Borrowed a couple of house elves from my parents to do it.” He let out an audible yawn, not bothering to cover his mouth at all. This was still his flat, and he wasn’t going to let her presence disturb his relaxation. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
216 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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Dec 13, 2020 19:12:49 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Dec 13, 2020 19:12:49 GMT -7
WITH A DISMISSIVE SHRUG, ONDINA DONNED A blank expression. "I dunno," She answered, when in reality Ondina had catalogued every piece of fabric she had discarded. Everything sickening labelled and pressed to perfection. She'd taken a particular pleasure in rumpling each shirt and pair of trousers she'd deemed 'disposable'. "Guess you'll find out." She added, her eyes wide and unrepentant.
His composure unflappable, Renard didn't even flinch when she touched him. Her nail scraping down the side of his face carefully. With intent. She ran her finger down, over his Adam's apple, where her thumb found his pulse. It was stubbornly sedate. She wanted to know what would make it race, almost to the point of rabid challenge as he downed his glass of whiskey. "Right to the bank, huh," She muttered flatly, her brows lifting.
The terms of their agreement lacked romance. He had never proposed because they loved one and other. Ondina wanted the money and the ring. Renard wanted to settle an out-dated traditional with his brainless pureblood parents. It was simple, but Ondina didn't like simple. There was no pleasure to be had with 'boring'.
However, there was nothing boring about the mention of a 'cat'. Ondina's spine stiffened, her hand snatching away from his throat as she looked around the room expectantly. Her nostrils flaring. She felt itchy at the mere idea of a pet feline. Her eyes narrowing. "A... cat wasn't a part of the deal." She grumbled. During her distraction, Renard extracted himself from her and put away his glass and decanter methodically. Meanwhile, Ondina scratched an invisible itch on her arm as she envisioned the many ways she would dispose of a 'pet cat' should she find one. Luckily, Renard put her vicious thoughts to rest.
'Clever', Ondina thought furiously, watching him leave her and the kitchen behind. His voice carrying softly in the silence. She disliked how he'd have enjoyed teasing her like that. Her mind running over various attempts at revenge. Instead, she lingered in the kitchen. Smoothing out her hair before she drew in a steadying breath and followed him in to the living room. He had just thrown himself on to the sofa, a disgusting open-mouthed yawn cracking the corners of his whiskey-breath mouth.
Approaching Renard from behind the sofa, Ondina reached for his shoulders. Her palms sliding down the front of his chest as she leaned over him. A curtain of red hair cascading over his right side. "Good." She whispered in to the shell of his ear, her smirk sharp as she pulled away from him suddenly. As she might finally retreat and leave him to his sedate peace.
However, she only distanced herself for a moment, her eyes narrowing with daring thought as she suddenly walked around the sofa and swung herself on to his lap. Straddling his thighs she landed harshly and without consideration, settling her full weight on to him. Her face pinched with vengeful intent, as if she might reach out and choke him. She cupped his cheeks, hands splayed across the sharp, scruffy plains on his cheeks and jaw. As if considering what action she might take. "I would have killed that cat." She told him succinctly before she leaned in and kissed him harshly, teeth gnashing and lipstick smearing.
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renard walt goyle
HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
159 posts
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played by Colin
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Jan 9, 2021 15:39:44 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Jan 9, 2021 15:39:44 GMT -7
▲ He hated that part about her. The little games over nothing. If she had trashed his belongings that weren’t out in the opening, it was probably going to be little things here and there. Buttons loosened on his shirts, ties magically shortened, jackets placed with mismatched pants. Renard figured he would have to go through his things at some point when she was out, now that she was a permanent fixture in his home, in order to try and fix some of it. At the same time, he was starting to realize that there was no point to that. She would only do it again. While he had admitted that his cat had been a quality roommate, this was like dealing with one that could talk. Both could make a mess whenever they pleased, even go as far as to bite back for no good reason, and yet Ondina had a mouth on her. She voiced whatever displeasure crossed her mind whether there was a point to it or not. If he wanted any semblance of normalcy going forward, it was better to just magically change his clothes when he left every morning for work. Not that it would matter, really. Despite it being 2025, half of his coworkers still had no idea how to dress themselves in muggle clothing, let alone their own cloaks and robes. Those poor souls. At least Ondina had an ounce of care when it came to her appearance. She had to, so as not to give away her poisonous interior. The cat was always going to be a point of contention, and that was why he had found it a new home. It probably looked to her like he had gone into this whole thing without any forethought, but Renard had made the right decision to have his pet removed and the entire apartment deep cleaned months ago. The day after they had signed the paperwork at Blishwick’s, actually. While he missed his cat, he knew that there would end up being a line drawn with it if and when she attempted to move in. This exact situation was what he had planned for, and her tone throughout her grumbled pacing behind his couch told him he had been correct. It was impossible not to stiffen up as she leaned over him from behind the couch, his shoulders arching back from their slouched, relaxed state as she draped her arms over them. He had let his guard for one moment, and she found it. And he dropped it again, foolishly, as she feigned like she was leaving, only to circle around the couch and jump him. The uncomfortable positioning she had put him into was added onto by the way she held onto his face, admitted that she would have killed his cat, before forcefully kissing him. Renard stared up at her as she did this, wrapping one arm around her, the other reaching up to grab at her hair so that he could pull her mouth away from his. “That would have been a mistake,” he stated harshly, before returning her aggressive kiss with his own. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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