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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 15, 2024 7:22:52 GMT -8
The rain was pelting down on Olivia as she drifted her broom around the goalposts, making it damn near impossible for her to see. The crowd started cheering, fans on both sides screaming at the top of their lungs, signaling to her that the snitch had been sighted. They were up by one hundred and fifty points, but if the Harpies catch the snitch then the game ends with a tie. Liv knew without a shadow of a doubt that the fate of their win rested on her shoulders. She didn’t dare take her hand off the broom to wipe the hair that had escaped her pony from her face, so she leaned into the drift instead. Her broom shuddered under her as it turned harder, bringing her around to the other side. She looked up and felt a sudden rush of relief to see Sawyer free and ready to take the shot. Without hesitation, she threw the Quaffle to him. He caught it easily, effortlessly and maneuvered to line up his shot. The Quaffle soared through the middle hoop just as the whistle blew. The stadium thundered as hundreds of Wimbourne fans jumped from their seats to cheer as loudly as they could muster. Olivia’s eyes found Sawyer’s and time stood still. The reality of their victory was slow to reach her, but when it did her lips spread into her brightest smile. She didn’t look away from him until the rest of their team met them in the air to pat them on the back.
The Harpies had caught the snitch. So, as soon as they were on the ground Olivia and Sawyer were pressed together and celebrated. Rather vigorously, too, if she may add. The close proximity to him had her both excited and uncomfortable, those conflicting feelings battling it out in her body, mind, and heart. Despite the things going on inside her, Olivia couldn’t help the happy grin that was plastered all over her face. Her feelings for Sawyer aside, they made a good team. And they had won a close game! That was exciting! Liv felt exuberant and it was quite apparent. They finally let them part ways as they entered the locker room. Olivia walked as quickly as she could away from him, not wishing to spend another moment feeling that way. The team kept talking about meeting up at the hotel bar for drinks and more celebration. She was going, but she wasn’t leaving this stadium until she felt confident that Sawyer had. So she took her time getting into the shower and getting ready. The Harpies were actually very friendly and it was nice being around women Quidditch players for once.
Olivia was late making it to the hotel bar. This, of course, had been purposeful. Her feelings for Sawyer were only growing stronger and she was having to remind herself of the things he had said to her, the things that he felt toward her, more frequently. The last thing she wanted was to get stuck back by his side while fans fawned over them and reporters asked a million questions. By the time she had dressed herself and done her hair and makeup, most of the masses had left and there were only a few stragglers left behind, making her trek to the hotel less arduous. When she arrived, most of her team was already mingling with aristocrats and Ministry officials, drinks in their hands. Despite herself, Liv’s gaze searched for Sawyer and found him smiling that dazzling smile of his at a pretty blonde in a tight black dress. A fire ignited in her belly and her heart, burning her up inside. Her dark eyes hardened and her nostrils flared and she had to force herself to keep a straight face. This was getting fucking ridiculous. What was she jealous of? Sawyer would rather kill himself than be with a werewolf. She didn’t even know why she wanted that. Merlin, this was stupid.
She hadn’t moved from her spot until a hand rested on the small of her back and a drink was held out in front of her. “Olivia Moretti,” said an oily voice, Liv’s eyes moving off Sawyer to look into the hard face of some fat aristocrat whose name she couldn’t remember. “Well done. What a splendid match. Had me on the edge of my seat the entire time!” Olivia forced a smile and took the offered drink, her eyes briefly glancing back over at Sawyer before she followed this man to the bar.
The wizard, whose name apparently is Gaston Lambert, fed her drink after drink all while cozying further up to her. It didn’t escape her notice how every time she finished a drink he got closer to her, but her eyes were on Sawyer and that witch he was talking to. The more she drank, the more pronounced her frown became, but Gaston was by no means discouraged. Olivia had gently removed his hand from her face three times already and her patience was starting to wear thin. Laughter erupted from the other side of the room and Liv looked over to see the blonde laughing obnoxiously with Sawyer. The smoldering fire inside her flared and she finished off her drink, already feeling a bit wobbly standing on her heels. Gaston took the empty glass from her and, instead of giving her another, leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “Why don’t we get out of here?”
Her gaze snapped to him, eyes wide with disbelief. What part of her seemed inviting? He looked at her with hooded eyes and tried to smile, but it came off as more of a sneer. Or maybe that was because her vision was blurring. “Why not?” she shot back loudly, the wizard taken aback by the volume of her voice. “Why don’t we get out of here so you can tell all your buddies how you bagged a werewolf?” Olivia scoffed and stomped her heel into his foot. Gaston howled in pain and reached to grab his foot, hopping along stupidly until he fell into the bar. Liv kept her eyes trained on the exit and left as quickly as she could. She walked down two hallways before she found a wall to lean against. Huffing, she slid down the wall and lowered her head into her lap.
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Wimbourne Wasps // Chaser
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 15, 2024 18:06:55 GMT -8
Sawyer couldn't remember playing in rain this heavy, where he could feel it in chilling in his bones. He wished he had used a warming charm. He wanted a win, but he wanted anyone to catch the snitch by that point. They were up, though. It was such a close game. Sawyer would have been disappointed if they lost by only a few lousy points. He tried to convince himself that the harder he played, the faster the game would be over. His hopes were reignited when he heard the roar of the crowd over the pelting rain, meaning that the snitch had been sighted. He lowered himself closer to his broom, speeding up to Olivia, dodging a Chaser that was trying to block him. As if they had a chance. She made eye contact with him and passed him the Quaffle. He didn't hesitate as it fell into his arm, swooping around the tallest hoop, and throwing it in just as the bell rang, signaling the capture of the snitch.
The Harpies had caught the Snitch, but the Wasps had won by only ten points! He pumped his fist into the air, his smile quite possibly brightening the stadium. His oceanic eyes captured Olivia's intense gaze. The most radiant smile being directed toward him. His fist lowered slowly back to his body, completely lost in her stare until Jack came over, patting him on the back.
Sawyer stayed under the warm water longer than usual, warming up his frozen body, even though Olivia's heated stare had thawed him. It was a charged energy between them on the field, one that he hadn't been able to shake. Honestly, not since Lycamp. That experienced had altered something in him, and he wasn't sure what it was, yet. When he was done getting ready for the hotel bar, he exited the locker rooms, reporters still sitting there, ready to bombard them with questions. They first asked him about his "relationship" with Olivia, instead of ignoring the question outright this time, he simply responded, "No comment." When asked about making the winning shot, he could have claimed that it was just him, which wouldn't have been unusual for him. This time, he answered, "It was a good team effort with Olivia. It was a good play." He never mentioned their teamwork, never mentioned her in his interviews...
He was dressed in a deep navy suit, one that instantly got complimented on when he entered the bar by a tall blonde, dressed in a curve-hugging black dress. He didn't recognize her, but that didn't stop her from introducing herself and sticking around him for most of the time he was there. She was funny, pretty, and had a nice laugh. Her name was Marla, a reporter for Quidditch Quarterly. She told him that he she was just starting off, which made him wonder how she had gotten into this event, when there were Ministry workers and aristocrats there.
Sawyer was laughing at a Quidditch joke Marla made when he looked over and saw Olivia enter the bar. He stopped laughing, his mouth slightly ajar, looking at how stunning she was, even possibly more so than the night they had met. Her skirt exposed her toned legs, the tank top she wore showed just enough skin to make someone want more. He could have stared at her all night until Marla touched him, bringing him back to Earth. After that, his eyes kept glancing over to his teammate, watching her stick around some artistocrat that was balding and had obnoxious glasses. This man wasn't her type, so he didn't understand why she stuck around him.
It felt like hours had passed that Marla stayed by him and Olivia stuck by that prat. Sawyer felt his chest tighten, catching himself grind his teeth when he saw Olivia and the stranger getting closer, unaware that Marla was doing the same thing. She was whispering into his ear, asking what his plans were for the rest of the night when he was distracted when he heard Olivia's distinct voice piercing the room, shouting and assaulting the dastardly man. His eyes never left her retreating body. The need to see if she was alright was surprisingly overwhelming the part of her being a werewolf. Sawyer didn't move until Mason commented that someone should go check on her. Much to his surprise, Sawyer volunteered, more than willing to leave Marla behind.
He walked in the halls, not knowing where Olivia could have gone. He walked in the general direction of their rooms, until he saw the all- too familiar figure of her slumped on the ground. He stood there awkwardly for a few minutes, not sure if he should get down next to her or not. He decided not against it. "You okay," he asked, his voice breaking the silence.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 15, 2024 18:30:14 GMT -8
She should have known the man's intent when he started replacing her drinks one after the other, but she could admit she had been too distracted by the way that blonde was leaning toward Sawyer to really give it much thought. Just thinking about how she looked at him caused an icy wave to shudder up her spine, making its way to her heart. Seeing him with another woman was enough to send her into a fit of rage and she wasn't exactly sure why that was. Yes, she knew that she had some feelings for him. Feelings she had fought for so long, tried to squash with all of her might, but still they persisted. But she knew that he hated her, hated her kind. Olivia scoffed to herself. All people ever saw when they looked at her was a werewolf. The night she met Sawyer had been the first time that she felt seen, but that, of course, had all been a lie.
Footsteps echoed down the hall and Liv knew someone was searching for her. It was most likely Mason wondering what the hell had happened. She didn't really feel like talking to anyone at the moment, so she didn't look up from her lap. That is, until she heard a familiar voice speak up to her. Why did he even care? She was just a werewolf to him, too. Olivia raised her head to look at him, a deep frown marring her brilliant features. "Does it matter?" she asked in a sharp voice, the image of the blonde leaning in to whisper in his ear still clear in her mind. "Sorry to have distracted you from your date. You can go back to her I'm sure her conversation is just out of this world." Liv looked away from him and moved to stand, stumbling into him. Her heart leapt into her throat, a heavy warmth washing over her, but she righted herself and stepped back from him. "I'm fine."
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 15, 2024 18:49:32 GMT -8
Her warm, captivating smile was gone the moment she looked up at him. Her dismay shown distinctly on her olive face. His eyes squinted, brows inched together at the tone of her voice, the accusation in her question. He was there, so obviously it mattered. He was going to bring it up, but then she mentioned Marla, telling him he could go back to his "date." Sawyer looked behind him as if the blonde was there. "Her? I don't even know her. She's some reported for Quidditch Quarterly," he replied as she moved to stand up and falling into him. His strong arms caught her, even though she was shoving herself off of him already, claiming that she was fine. Her accidental touch was more invigorating than Marla's. Made him feel more alive than even the win from earlier. He had to push it down. He hated her, but even that thought made his stomach feel uneasy, like there was something wrong with that statement now.
"No, you're not," he told her, because she was being obstinate.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 15, 2024 18:59:30 GMT -8
Olivia hated the feeling of his arms around her, hated how it felt more like home than anything she had ever known, and she hated how her heart sped up when he caught her. He claimed to not know the witch and said she was some reporter which only fueled the fire that was burning inside her. Her frown somehow deepened when he told her she wasn't fine. "Since when do you care?" she shot back, clearly still upset. Liv teetered on her feet, her legs still wobbly from all the alcohol she had consumed.
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 15, 2024 19:11:24 GMT -8
He ignored her question. He couldn't tell her that he still had this immense, undeniable, indescribable pull towards her for months that he had fought with every fiber of his being. It was a dishonor to his friend's memory just having feelings for her, holding her, kissing her, dreaming about her. Yet, he couldn't stop it, even though he was still fighting those feelings, even if it seemed impossible.
Sawyer had to hold onto her tighter when he felt her swaying backwards, afraid she was going to fall. The last thing the team needed was for her to get a brain injury from a fall. Mason would have his ass if Olivia got hurt when he was with her. "How much have you had to drink," he asked, knowing it was a decent amount.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 15, 2024 19:31:16 GMT -8
He didn't answer her question and that pissed her off. Was her question not a fair one? She thought it deserved an answer! It wasn't that long ago when he was yelling in her face telling her how the world would be better off if she was dead. So why the sudden change of heart? Liv opened her mouth to tell him off when she lost her balance and started stumbling backwards, Sawyer's grip on her tightening keeping her upright. Her heart fluttered in her chest, betraying her.
Olivia pouted at his question, unsure of the answer but offended he asked it. "That prat just kept giving them to me," she said defensively, the world suddenly spinning. Liv placed a hand on Sawyer's chest to steady herself, her heart beating rapidly. "I - " she looked up to meet his gaze for the first time since he found her. She hated how beautiful his eyes were, how they pulled her in each time she saw them. For a moment, all her anger was forgotten. "I think I need to lie down."
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 15, 2024 19:38:57 GMT -8
Her hands settled on his chest, just as it did all those months ago. He could still feel the ghost of her touch as her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt on that humid July night. That one night was scorched into his memory more than any other night with anyone else. Nothing had compared to it, not before, and definitely not after. Marla would be a distant memory by the morning one that he would only recall if he needed her for connections. Olivia was nothing like that, and he desperately wished that she was. Life would have been so simpler if it was.
Sawyer wished that he stopped looking at him. It made his heart skip each time, an involuntary response that he wished he could control. "Where is your room," he asked. If she needed to lie down, it was best to get her to her own bed. He might have wanted her to die anymore, but he wasn't going to clean up anything if she got sick.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 15, 2024 20:07:16 GMT -8
For months, Olivia had tried to forget about that night. Nothing ever worked. She had welcomed different men into her bed, hoping that one of them could make her forget Sawyer even existed, but none of them could hold a candle to him. Their touch didn't light her up, their kiss didn't give her life, and while she didn't know what it was like to bed him, she knew that they wouldn't be able to compare. She could feel his heart racing under her touch and her brows pulled together just slight in response. Was this because she was a werewolf? Was he that frightened by her?
A shiver ran up her spine at his question, knowing had things been different he'd be asking for a different reason. Silently, she chastised herself. "One-oh-four," she told him, another frown pulling at her lips. "I can take myself," she said sharply. But she didn't move, her eyes were still locked on those striking blue eyes.
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 15, 2024 20:25:02 GMT -8
This was a completely different circumstance comparted to months ago when he was going back to her house, hoping the enter through her door, trace his hands along every inch of her body, feel the softness of her sheets. Now he was taking her to her room, hoping that she didn't become sick on him. He often wondered if she hadn't gotten that letter that night, what would have happened. How would he have felt if she were a werewolf now? Knowing how addictive and responsive she was to him. Would that have changed anything?
Her room was near his - 107. He knew the way, thankful that it wasn't several floors up. Sawyer wasn't sure if she could handle the rise and fall of an elevator. She claimed that she could take herself, but didn't pull away from him. Her whiskey eyes were still locked on his. He could get drunk off of her stare, or was that just from what he had to drink already. "You're more than welcome to go then, Olivia," he said softly, not pulling away from her either. For once, his body not tell him to get away from her as fast as possible. It must have been the alcohol quieting his senses, definitely not anything else.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 16, 2024 3:38:17 GMT -8
He spoke softly to her, his gaze never wavering from hers, and Olivia found that she couldn't stay angry with him. She should just go. She wanted to; she needed to. But that connection between them kept her rooted to the spot. Her body was flooded with warmth, her fingers curling into his shirt, her dark eyes searching his bright ones as the moments passed. His overwhelming pull was drawing her in and, before she could think twice about it, she was leaning in to catch his lips in a heated kiss. Fireworks exploded across her lips as they met his, that warmth within her growing heavy as it rolled over her in waves, her hands sliding up his chest and over his shoulders, pulling herself closer. This wasn't right. She shouldn't be doing this, she should have just left and went back to her room, but her body was yearning to be closer to him, to feel the way it did that humid night so long ago.
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 16, 2024 5:01:49 GMT -8
She didn't pull away. Sawyer desperately wanted her to. He needed her to. They weren't supposed to be doing this, holding each other, him caring if she was okay or not. They had said that they hated each other; he said that the world would be better off without her. He wasn't so sure if that was the case now or now. She had supported his fundraiser; he did the same for her, seeing the difference she made for her community, even if he thought they were wild animals.
Her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, the same motion that she did back in July. For the first time in almost a year, her lips connected with his hungrily. His body instantly reacted to her, an involuntary reaction before his brain could realize what was happening. His hands caught her hand, cupping the base of her skull. His heated lips moved with hers, kissing her like he hadn't had a full breath of oxygen since they last kissed.
Sawyer's brain finally caught up to his actions, realizing that he was kissing and holding someone that he claimed to hate, someone who was drunk. He pulled her head away from his, his hands dropping to her shoulders to push her away. "You're drunk," he said, not know if he was reasoning with himself of her.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 16, 2024 5:55:15 GMT -8
Her heart was racing as their lips moved fervently against each other, her mind running wild with thoughts of him. It was just as intoxicating as it was all those months ago and Olivia felt the desire starting to build in her chest, already craving more. He kissed her passionately and she hummed against his lips. But then he broke away, his hands moving to her shoulders to gently push her away. Her heart twisted, shame and embarrassment washing over her at his rejection. She could feel that all too familiar prickling in the corners of her eyes, but she willed the tears away before they could form. Anger started to rise in her body, flushing her with heat as her lips pulled into a frown. "I am not," she said petulantly. She definitely was, but that's not why she was kissing him. It was like they were connected by a string that tugged whenever they were near each other, pulling them together, and Liv was tired of fighting it. "I am so sick of people looking at me and only seeing a werewolf," she said angrily, placing her hands on his shoulders and giving him a shove. "I am so much more than that! And you know it. Don't pretend that you don't!"
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 16, 2024 6:24:27 GMT -8
She disagreed with him, as if she was a child throwing a tantrum. Whenever he had looked at her, there was always a new drink in her hand. He didn't know how she was at holding her alcohol, or how much she could tolerate. But she had said that she had just said she hated him several months ago. Olivia must have been drunk to want to kiss him. He didn't have to be that drunk to want to kiss her; Sawyer always wanted to do that.
Her words were loud and heated as she pushed him away from her. He righted himself, stepping back. He knew she was more than that, but it was hard for him to see past that. Not when the last three years have been spent with anger flowing through his veins at taking his young friend's life. "But you are one," he exclaimed. She was talented, beautiful, caring, and spirited, but that didn't negate that fact what hid under her skin or the fact that he would never see his friend again because of a werewolf. [/blockqutoe]
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 16, 2024 7:27:48 GMT -8
"But you are one."
It felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. It was then that she knew that no matter what they felt for each other, he would always see her as something he hates. Anger mixed with sadness in her heart and this time she couldn't stop the tears from forming in her eyes. "Not by choice," she said. If Olivia could go back, she would have never snuck out of her dorm that night to ride her broom. To this day, she could still feel the werewolf's teeth sink into her flesh, feel its claws rake down her back as it tackled her midair. She remembered the way her body thudded against the ground, stunning her so she couldn't move. She could still feel the werewolf's hot breath against her face as it hovered over her, ready to tear her apart. If it hadn't been for Hagrid, she would have died that night. Part of her still wished that she did.
She wanted so desperately to hate him for everything he had said, but when she thought about what he had done for Gloria and the kids she just couldn't. It was beyond frustrating. "I forgot that you wanted me and every werewolf dead," she said quietly, the anger in her overwhelmed by the sorrow she felt. She felt so fucking stupid for thinking that things could be different, for thinking that she could have the Sawyer she met in July back. "I can't believe I -" Olivia shook her head despairingly. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, her face contorting with fury. "Fuck you, Sawyer." She turned on her heel and started walking away from him, heading to her room. Her heart hurt so fucking bad and she couldn't wait to get into the shower so she could scrub herself clean of him. Liv stepped forward and her ankle rolled. She stumbled, but caught herself on the wall and kept walking down the hall.
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