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(( I have just the man: Louis Garrel. #1, #2, #3 -- Hehe, #3 is my favourite. ))

A gust of air came from Elijah’s mouth as he sighed and he shortened the distance between himself and Brienne until he was stood in front of her. “You,” He cupped his hands around her face and wiped the tears away with his thumbs. “are special, a package and a half.” He smiled softly and pushed some of her hair away from her face. “I don’t know why you worry about these things because they’re not important. Someone will come along one day whisk you off your feet and everything will be alright but that’s not today, not tomorrow and especially not the next day because that’s a Monday and no one can function on Mondays so maybe Tuesday,” He chuckled. “But I’m serious; someone will come around and when he arrives you’ll be glad you waited.”

Elijah paused and nodded thoughtfully. “It may be that the wolf is lonely. She needs a friend to play with but your stupid friend isn’t smart enough to get himself an Animagus form.” Elijah winked at Daniel. “But to be honest I think he’d die if he tried to right now. He’s brain would probably implode then he’d spontaneously combust and make a mess.” Elijah grinned and pressed a kiss to Brienne’s cheek. “I’ll keep you company,” He promised. He patted her teasingly on the head and walked over to Daniel who he promptly flicked on the nose. “Back in there, Mister and eat that food.” He commanded. “Hunger pangs aren’t fun.” He swivelled around and poked Brienne in the shoulder. “You too, missy!”

And with that, the Animagus bounced back into the living room to get his food which he’d forgotten about until that point.

Brienne and Daniel followed Eli back into the room. The pep-talk was something Brienne seriously needed. She smiled, and wiped a tear away. The food was cold, but she didn't mind. Instead, she positioned the box against her mouth, and put some food in with the chopsticks by pushing. She slowly chewed and swallowed.

Daniel was able to eat without doing that. Soon enough, he'd finished the entire box of Sweet and Sour.

Brienne continued the way she was until her tooth hit something hard. It was neither gristle nor the chopsticks themselves. She took the object out of her mouth and examined it.

"I found...an earring"

((Yay! Thank you!)

Elijah flopped down on the couch he’d been sat on last and threw himself around a bit until he was upside down with his legs thrown over the back of the sofa. He had the box of cold Sweet and Sour on his chest and continued to eat but this time a fair bit slower so he didn’t drop it all over his face. Once he got to the bottom of the box he put the chopsticks inside and chucked it back onto the coffee table. Then, for a while he just laid there until he heard Brienne speak then he glanced at her. “That’s not mine.” He laughed. “I’m piercing free.” He fiddled idly with one of the rings on his fingers and pulled his wand out of his pocket. He pointed it at something bathed in the shadows and lights appeared in the corner of the room. Then music began to play. Eli put his wand on the coffee table and unbuttoned another one of his shirt buttons. He yawned and scratched his breast bone before dropping arms back down by his sides and sliding his eyes shut. “Maybe it’s a sign. Your beloved will have a piercing.” Eli joked.

Brienne giggled, "Or maybe the take-out makers didn't check the food."

Daniel seemed a bit shocked, "Zut alors!"

"Wha?"

"It means 'holy mackerel' or 'damn it in French'". Daniel's French accent came through a little, it always did when he felt intense in any way. He already had a slight one when not on the edge.

"You speak French?"

"Oui. Parlez vous Francais?"

"I don't, but I do speak a little bit of German and Japanese"

“You speak German and Japanese?” Elijah asked incredulously, opening one eye. “That’s two completely different....” He shook his head. “That’s just wrong.” He kicked the heal of his shoe a few times before catching the back of it and he kicked one shoe off before doing the same with the other one. The shoes landed on the floor and Elijah clicked his sock-clad toes. Eli tapped his thigh and his fingers trailed upwards to play with the buckle of his belt. He was bored now, restless, and although music was playing he wasn’t sure what exactly to do with himself. Eli lifted the clasp and released the leather. He then began to take it out of the loops on his trousers. Elijah lifted his hips up and in one moment he ripped the rest of the belt away from his trousers. He dropped himself down and threw the belt over the back of the couch with the shoes.

“Right...” he announced with a smile. “I’m going to get completely sloshed now...” Now if there was one thing that was harder than getting yourself upside down on a couch it was getting yourself out of that position. So for now the Bulgarian was stuck where he was. Eli crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. “Or I would do if I could.” He pointed over Brienne’s shoulder and told her, “Over there in the dresser there are four bottles of wine and an array of glasses. Do get them out, love.” He wouldn’t need Robert’s potion tonight because if he had his way then the alcohol would lull him to sleep quite nicely. Eli looked at Daniel and poked him firmly in the chest. “You didn’t tell me you could speak French,” He said childishly. “Because that we can work with. Even I’m a sucker for a French accent so that we could bring out.”

Brienne did as told, getting out the wine and glasses. She sat them down on the coffee table.

Daniel smiled, "Je parle Francais, c'est ma premiere langue. L'anglais est effectivement ma langue seconde." It was true, Daniel's first language was French. Despite his past.

"Some of my family members tried to beat the French outta me, though. They said that it was a useless language, and that I should've forgotten it. Well, except Frank. He knew that it'd be important sooner or later".

Brienne peered over, "I said a little bit of Japanese and a little bit of German, they're my favorite non-English languages."

Elijah grinned as the wine was set down on the table and he somehow managed to throw himself off of the couch. He hit the floor with a thud and perked up again immediately. With a tap of his wand the wine began to pour itself and he sent one glass over to Brienne. He sat himself back on the couch next to Daniel and handed him a glass. Then, despite everything that had happened that night regarding the things, Elijah lit himself a cigarette. He chucked the packet onto Daniel’s lap and clicked his fingers together. Using a bit of magic, Elijah made a flame appear and he smiled. “Il est beau.” He murmured. French was a beautiful language whether the bloody Italians liked it or not and it was the language that made Elijah fall in love with the country first. The art and everything else coming second. “Vous êtes belle.” He said huskily.

The Bulgarian tore his eyes away from Daniel and looked at Brienne. “Yes but still!” He protested, his Bulgarian accent seeping through into his words and muddling the English somewhat. “It’s illogical to speak those two languages...what do they have in common with each other?” Eli stretched his hand back out again, getting rid of the flame and he curled his legs up onto the couch behind him. He rested the base of the wine glass against his thigh and threw his other arm over the back of the couch. He then began to fiddle with Daniel’s hair, threading his fingers through the mop atop the other man’s head. This time though, Elijah paid attention to the cigarette which he was holding between his index and middle fingers while balancing the wine glass in the same hand.

((Throw those in a translator! xD))

((XD What Daniel said last post that I made: I speak French, it's my first language. English is actually my second language.))

Daniel smiled broader, "Si vous êtes". He purred as Eli ran his fingers through his hair. It was a mess, sure, but he kinda liked it.

Brienne answered Eli's question, "I have them from both my interests. I listen to a lot of Rammstein, which is a German band. I originally only wanted to learn Japanese, but I ended up failing that...I can only speak basic amounts. The German was a coincidence because I listen to a lot of German music."

Daniel looked up, "It's true, she listens to that stuff non-stop some days". He groaned in pleasure a little bit and climbed up onto Eli's lap, nuzzling him a little bit.

"Allons-nous jeter son?"

((Alright, here's the translations: "Si vous etes" = "So are you", "Allons-nous jeter son?" = "Shall we throw her out?"))

(( Ah...listin’ stuff, now are we? *grin*))

The Bulgarian wasn’t really listening to Brienne anymore. He could have probably done so, it wasn’t beyond him to listen to two languages at the same time but he preferred listening to Daniel. Elijah still thought learning Japanese and German was illogical but he wasn’t going to say any more. He was occupied by a certain person. He still didn’t understand how the bloody hell the guy was such a pansy and that wasn’t in the homosexual sense. He had broad shoulders and they could pack in some strength. Once he actually looked like he could live past an Animagus transformation he’d be pretty masculine. It wasn’t as if Elijah minded though. He was sure being the submissive violated the ‘in control’ needs that he had. But perhaps if it was on his own terms he wouldn’t mind.

Finally, the moans of pleasure that had been threatening to escape Eli all evening won the battle against what was right and what was natural. Daniel climbing into the Bulgarian’s lap probably set him off. Elijah put the glass on the table beside the couch and put his cigarette in the ash tray. His hands went to the other man’s waist and once again he began to pull at the shirt in an effort to see some skin and get to some skin. Actually, he was beyond irritated with the material now and just because he could, Elijah ripped the front right down the middle. The Bulgarian grinned innocently and pulled the material off of the other man. Elijah pulled at the belt on Daniel’s trousers and he let out a frustrated growl. Oh how he hated these things.

Then, the Slytherin remembered Brienne. He peered over Daniel’s shoulder and he smiled. Eli’s tongue flicked out and he ran it across Daniel’s right clavicle. Eli dropped his head underneath the man’s chin and latched his mouth onto his neck, attacking the skin around his Adam’s apple. “Dites-lui de trouver un pornographie different,” he grumbled, lifting his head back up. Elijah’s eyes fell to Daniel’s lips and his eyes clouded over with lust. He leaned forward and he ran his tongue across Daniel’s bottom lip. He wrapped his arms around the man’s waist and pulled him closer, desperate for the friction between them that he was being denied. This was definitely what he wanted. He was curious beyond belief, desperate to know if this man was as wild in bed as Brienne had said he was. In which case they’d probably be evenly matched.

Eli bucked his hips and smiled innocently at Daniel. He leaned forward and his lips lingered above the other man’s. He blew some air over the man’s lips and whispered, “Elle peut regarder si elle veut mais je préfère un peu d'intimité ... là-haut?”

(( Dites-lui de trouver un pornographie different – Tell her to find some different pornography.
Elle peut regarder si elle veut mais je préfère un peu d'intimité ... là-haut? – She can watch if she wants but I’d prefer some privacy...upstairs?
Feel free to godmod them upstairs if you so wish (: ))

"Brienne, you should go" Daniel said softly in between moans and rubs. He exited the room with Eli and went up the stairs. The clothes became an issue when they were hanging loosely off his body, but he didn't care. He just wanted these things off, so he ditched whatever little clothes he had whilst on the stairs. He found an empty bedroom, then threw himself down on the bed, pulling Eli with him.

"J'ai toujours voulu que ce. Vous et moi."

He felt himself becoming more and more aroused. His skinny body was pale in the half-moon light. It was dark already.

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Brienne decided to do something else, but she did sneak a video recording device into a crack in the wall of that room. It would only record a quarter of an hour though. She decided to find out what everyone else was doing, and possibly meet the ones she hadn't.


((I included that last part because Brienne will likely just get bored, and she's mischievous.
"J'ai toujours voulu que ce. Vous et moi." = "I've always wanted this. You and me."))