maybe i am not what you thought [Tag: Fabian]

[Kieran Carter]

lust (lŭst) n. Intense or unrestrained sexual craving.

It hadn’t really surprised anyone when Kieran Carter had received a slip of parchment with these words scrawled on them along with his invitation to the ball. The ball itself had been a surprise for many of the students, admittedly. Seven Sins and Virtues? It was an odd premise for a ball at a school of magic. A few muggle-borns and half-bloods had been joking about Hogwarts becoming a private Catholic school, (which had gone over the head of many a pureblood). But in any case, it was what it was and aside from the occasional question, most were looking forward to the upcoming ball with unashamed glee.

Well. Kieran had never been one to turn up a party invitation and he had to admit to a keen interest in the costume theme. Out of the seven deadly sins he was certainly lust. He hadn’t been sure whether or not he would get wrath instead, but lust…well, that was too interesting to pass up. As a general rule of thumb, he tried to avoid thinking about how the headmaster had known that this was the sin that best described him. After all the idea of any teacher knowing about his sex life was disturbing, especially as it was a bit against school rules and likely to land him in more detentions than he wanted to think about.

The afternoon of the ball, those attending from each house had been given time off from afternoon classes to prepare for the ball. Most of the girls Kieran knew had complained. They needed more than one afternoon to get ready. Were the professors crazy? And the general census of the male population was that they didn’t need the afternoon, but hell, no classes. Both had valid points, however Kieran had felt perfectly ready for the ball by the time it rolled around.

Dungeons of Hogwarts were dark, far away from the golden glow of afternoon sunshine and lit only by candles and the torches along the hall, casting shaking, unsteady rays along the corridors. The stones walls were barren until the students would reach the actual Common Room for the Slytherin house. At least it was warmer in there. And the lighting was much better. In the boy’s dormitory, the slender figure of a youthful boy studied himself in the mirror. Long, pale fingers slid along the burnished silver frame with a gentle caress.

Black hair hung around a pale, handsome face, the darkened strands carefully moussed for a look that was planned to be messy and wild. Two crystalline blue eyes peered out from under scruffy hair, the locks lightly decorated with a smattering of glitter. The eyes themselves were outlined with dark black kohl and fainter, thinner silver lines that emphasized the round, beautiful shape of them. Lips, soft and covered with a clear gloss quirked upwards in a smile and the boy reached out to tuck the obsidian strands back behind his ear, revealing silver studs stamped through the cartilage. Kieran’s smile widened, revealing the flash of silver between his teeth, punched through his tongue. He loved the body jewelry, but it wasn’t exactly school appropriate to wear it with the uniform.

Uniform, though, seemed as far from Kieran’s outfit tonight as it was possible to be. A black tank top encased his upper half, shocking against the pale white skin of his shoulders, arms, and neck. A long sleeved shirt went over it; black as well, fishnet, revealing every line of muscle in his hard upper body. Though, in all honesty, Kieran was more wiry than he was muscular and he had long since accepted that. Both shirts clung tight to him, revealing the bare pale line of skin of his hips and lower stomach before they were covered by his pants.

Leather might’ve made a statement, but since that was what Kieran was going for, it worked. The black material was stretched over his legs, tight enough to draw the eye, but loose enough that he could move without any serious problems. And he was flexible anyway. The boy was only about eight inches over five feet, but most of the height was in his legs, anyway. Long limbs leading down to the black boots snapped under the loose cuffs of his pants. Wide, flat straps wrapped around Kieran’s right thigh and left calf, highlighting the smooth lines of his legs.

Smooth black coating darkened the lines of his nails, and though Kieran had never been a large fan of black nail polish, he would admit that it went well with his attire for the evening. His hands dropped from the mirror, reaching out to the edges of his pants. He hooked a finger beneath them, jerking them down ever so little to reveal the jut of his hip bones, like the press of a knife through the pale thin paper of his skin. Kieran pulled his wand off the dresser next to his bed, tracing it over the line of the bone on his right side. LUST. The words were spelled out in all capital block letters, yet there was a certain expressiveness to them, one might wonder. The letters slanted down to the concave shadow hidden by the pants, though none were yet hidden by them. Perfect.

And with a last grin at his reflection, the boy tucked his wand into the side of his boots and headed out towards the ball. Just inside the door, he leaned in, blowing out the candle behind him and wrinkling his nose at the thick smoky smell.

Evening descended on the grounds of Hogwarts with a swiftness that never ceased to surprise Kieran. It had been glowing with late afternoon sunlight when he’d descended into his dormitory to get ready for the ball, but already the sky was deep blue velvet dotted with diamond bright stars. At least, from what Kieran could see of the ceiling in the Great Hall. Thin, silver grey clouds had started to shift over on the wind from what he could tell.

Tearing his gaze away from the sky, Kieran strolled into the Great Hall, knowing he drew the gaze of a few others in the room, but not bothering to look around him just yet. Let them look. The boy grabbed a drink from one of the ones lining the tables, and glanced into it. Butterbeer; of course they couldn’t serve anything harder than that with the students milling around. He sipped it anyway, and Kieran finally glanced up and looked around him. So, how to have fun this evening, hm?