Post by come_slither. on Aug 14, 2013 10:17:32 GMT -6
There were few things in this world that could catch the attention of one Mr. Adonis Chaille, but if there was a sure thing to do so then it was men. It was something about the eyes, or maybe it was the hair... Maybe it was the smirk that so many made, or maybe it was the way they were always in constant contest. Adonis was a man of contest himself, having spent many years on the Quidditch pitch both as a child and in this present moment. It was invigorating, yet erotic. Nothing could give Adonis more pleasure than a man or men, and the less clothes they had on was the better. The venom that ran through his blood was the same as any other Slytherin, corrupt and forevering pulsing, hatred and disgust a disease that he fought off daily. As a Slytherin, Adonis was expected to be cruel. He was, in fact, rather cruel in spite of it all. He was not the common bully, more of the type that you don't know is lying in wake for the slightest mistake. Like the animal of the house, the serpent, Adonis would wait to strike his 'victims' when the time was its most opportune. Not many students dared to cross his path, but those that did were sure to feel the venom. To feel his venom.
And it wasn't all that uncommon for him to bite.
So come on over, sit a spell.
Bad thoughts rolling, venom stinging.
Dare to cross Adonis Chaille,
and the Thestrals will start singing.
On this particular day however, Adonis Chaille was of a much calmer and less-violent nature. With everyone on weekend time, there was less chance of younger students disturbing his inner peace. That almost meant less chance of him getting into an altercation, but the odds of that never much mattered. Adonis was always ready to fight, at any time, in any place. More common were disputes with fellow Slytherins rather than other houses, as some felt the boy did not belong. He was not born to Death Eaters, nor were either of his parents escaped convicts from Azkaban. No, they apparently weren't smart enough to escape the walls of their dreaded cells as the others had. Then again, working as a pair had never much been their strength. Giving life and meaning to the being that was Adonis Chaille was all they had ever done right. All the French pure bloods would ever do right, with their sentences. Although liked by many, he was not one to be revered or feared. It was more common for his name to be thrown into talks of gossip and mischief than talks of admiration and lust. Angering to say the least, especially for someone of such a venomous nature, but life carried on and so did Adonis. Those that did cross the paths of Mr. Chaille did in fact, soon regret it. Somehow, some way there was always a price to pay. Most paid with their virginity.
Fear not, all with be exposed in due time. At the right time.
As Adonis made his way through the Great Hall, his 6'2" frame moved proudly through the cluster of students and ghosts. It was just barely time for lunch, a bummer for the lover of all things breakfast food, but this would do. Strolling casually through the aisle between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, Adonis could feel the eyes of his fellows students beating down on him like a wild troll. There had been recent rumors circulating about the boy and a student from Ravenclaw, of which were unfortunately true, and since that moment the 'publicity' had been at its full maximum. It it wasn't constant sneering or belt-level puns about the incident, it was loud howls and calls of offensive nature that rang out. Hey, a man has needs. Making his way to his usual seat, a seat the fell just below the closest window to the end of Slytherins' table, Adonis could hear the snickering begin at his own table. "Laugh it up, go a'ead. You'll be pulling 'orned slugs out of 'our asses for weeks." Adonis managed to smile throughout the snickering, paying little attention to the plate that had appeared in front of him, filled with his current week's obsession of sweets and other arrangements.
Food, the great release.
As the young frenchmen made his way through the plate, he couldn't help but look up at the faces around him. The snickering and prodding had died down, and it was now that Adonis was fully able to check and examine his surroundings. The usual people he ate with were not in attendance, which was surprising. Even if they didn't eat, they were always consistent in the fact that they always made an appearance. Then again, this is Slytherin house. Adonis shrugged off his feelings of mischief and made his way through his meal quicker than before, tossing the plate aside and standing once more. No one looked. Smirking to himself and adjusting his robes accordingly, he turned his body quickly towards Ravenclaw table in hopes of stirring some mischief with the 'rat of Ravenclaw'. Someone had to teach the little bitch a lesson she wouldn't soon forget. Why not Adonis?
"Oof!"
Adonis crashed into the structure of another boy, one he recognized. With a smirk still painted across his lips he spoke quietly, on a level of which the two of them could only hear. "T'ere a problem here, Notts? I know you 'ad to 'ave seen me 'ere. I'm not the easiest structure to miss, boy." Adonis rolled his tongue in a snake-like manner, staring the boy down before offering his venomous smile. "I am only messing with you, Notts. Late to lunch, though? Tssk, tsssssk..."
And it wasn't all that uncommon for him to bite.
So come on over, sit a spell.
Bad thoughts rolling, venom stinging.
Dare to cross Adonis Chaille,
and the Thestrals will start singing.
On this particular day however, Adonis Chaille was of a much calmer and less-violent nature. With everyone on weekend time, there was less chance of younger students disturbing his inner peace. That almost meant less chance of him getting into an altercation, but the odds of that never much mattered. Adonis was always ready to fight, at any time, in any place. More common were disputes with fellow Slytherins rather than other houses, as some felt the boy did not belong. He was not born to Death Eaters, nor were either of his parents escaped convicts from Azkaban. No, they apparently weren't smart enough to escape the walls of their dreaded cells as the others had. Then again, working as a pair had never much been their strength. Giving life and meaning to the being that was Adonis Chaille was all they had ever done right. All the French pure bloods would ever do right, with their sentences. Although liked by many, he was not one to be revered or feared. It was more common for his name to be thrown into talks of gossip and mischief than talks of admiration and lust. Angering to say the least, especially for someone of such a venomous nature, but life carried on and so did Adonis. Those that did cross the paths of Mr. Chaille did in fact, soon regret it. Somehow, some way there was always a price to pay. Most paid with their virginity.
Fear not, all with be exposed in due time. At the right time.
As Adonis made his way through the Great Hall, his 6'2" frame moved proudly through the cluster of students and ghosts. It was just barely time for lunch, a bummer for the lover of all things breakfast food, but this would do. Strolling casually through the aisle between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, Adonis could feel the eyes of his fellows students beating down on him like a wild troll. There had been recent rumors circulating about the boy and a student from Ravenclaw, of which were unfortunately true, and since that moment the 'publicity' had been at its full maximum. It it wasn't constant sneering or belt-level puns about the incident, it was loud howls and calls of offensive nature that rang out. Hey, a man has needs. Making his way to his usual seat, a seat the fell just below the closest window to the end of Slytherins' table, Adonis could hear the snickering begin at his own table. "Laugh it up, go a'ead. You'll be pulling 'orned slugs out of 'our asses for weeks." Adonis managed to smile throughout the snickering, paying little attention to the plate that had appeared in front of him, filled with his current week's obsession of sweets and other arrangements.
Food, the great release.
As the young frenchmen made his way through the plate, he couldn't help but look up at the faces around him. The snickering and prodding had died down, and it was now that Adonis was fully able to check and examine his surroundings. The usual people he ate with were not in attendance, which was surprising. Even if they didn't eat, they were always consistent in the fact that they always made an appearance. Then again, this is Slytherin house. Adonis shrugged off his feelings of mischief and made his way through his meal quicker than before, tossing the plate aside and standing once more. No one looked. Smirking to himself and adjusting his robes accordingly, he turned his body quickly towards Ravenclaw table in hopes of stirring some mischief with the 'rat of Ravenclaw'. Someone had to teach the little bitch a lesson she wouldn't soon forget. Why not Adonis?
"Oof!"
Adonis crashed into the structure of another boy, one he recognized. With a smirk still painted across his lips he spoke quietly, on a level of which the two of them could only hear. "T'ere a problem here, Notts? I know you 'ad to 'ave seen me 'ere. I'm not the easiest structure to miss, boy." Adonis rolled his tongue in a snake-like manner, staring the boy down before offering his venomous smile. "I am only messing with you, Notts. Late to lunch, though? Tssk, tsssssk..."