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[vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« on: September 01, 2016, 03:46:19 AM »
Quin Pendragon, as he exited the location in Romania that he worked at, had vaguely remembered the notice posted all over his desk. He was glad his co-workers knew he was a little space, considering he barely read the memos. Please do not take the Floo Network. With the situation in Great Britain, it is advisable that you avoid this means of transportation completely, the memo warned. He had read it -- multiple times -- and even his mate Dru reminded him as he got ready to leave. But did that mean that Quin listened? Of course not. Being the type to love adventure, it was only natural that as he took a scoop of floo powder and tossed it into the flames, that he realized it was one minute too late. He had said, quite clearly, his location -- his home he shared with Charlie Weasley -- but did it pull him there? He wouldn't know. He felt the tug from his feet first, the spiraling flames of fireplace after fireplace after fireplace before it spat him out, ash, dust and a flume of green flames, in a house, but not his own home.

At first, Quin thought he had gone blind because the room was so dark. He had left Romania, it was dark -- just a little passed six in the evening, the sun was already well dipped past the horizon. But this? This was dark. He fumbled around for his wand, pulling it out of the little bag that held his salamander, who was eager to climb up his arm and settle on his shoulder, "Etain, this isn't the time," the dragonologist breathed, huffing in annoyance. He flicked the wand held firmly in his hand, "Lumos," he murmured. The tip lit up with bright white light, casting long, dark shadows over places the light couldn't reach. He found himself a little weirded out at the room he was in: dark reds and light pinks, browns, and swirls of all sorts. Asian looking, but also a little bit western. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked over at the empty fireplace. There was no way he was getting out, he figured. He didn't even have anymore floo powder with him.

"Well, this is a problem," he murmured. He moved, his boots tracking in dirt. It was really no way around that; Quin worked with dragons all day, and when he came home, he was covered in muck and grime. He moved to a little table with a litter of pictures on it. His wand moved over the pictures as he studied them; picking up one with a young twenty-something year old on it, "... Huh. Etain, I feel like I know this woman," he mused. He couldn't put the face to a name, but he was pretty sure she definitely looked familiar. He tapped the lit part of his wand against his chin as he placed the picture down, hearing the door creak open. He spun, his free hand up, his wand still lit, clearly trying to show he wasn't doing anything illegal or didn't have anything besides his wand in his hand. Etain scurried down his arm and disappeared into the little safety pouch, and he murmured a quiet spell and a subtle flick of his wand that zipped it up. "Um..." he didn't know where he was, or what language they spoke here, so he spoke in Romanian, hoping that was as close of a language as he could get.

"I mean no harm."


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Re: [vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« Reply #1 on: September 01, 2016, 02:50:04 PM »
So far, this had been the most relaxing four days that Varvara Stepanovna had in the past few months. The healer had no duties, no people to tend to, and most importantly, no mother at home. It was unfortunate, yes, to be a thirty-seven-year-old woman and be living with your mother, but it really was the most convenient option. Vladivostok was in a great location relative to where Varya had to travel for work, China, Mongolia, and most recently a trip to Nepal. But if the witch purchased her own home in the town, it would be like she was settling here, and that was one thing that she did not want. She was still in somewhat of a career flux; from St. Mungo’s to a dragon reserve in Romania to Durmstrang, back to St. Mungo’s, back to Durmstrang, and now, finally, back to Vladivostok, where she was still technically working for St. Mungo’s.

To celebrate her mother being in St Petersburg with Varya’s grandparents for the week, the woman had taken to the home, working on various potions during the day (and thankfully she had daylight as this time last year there was only the twilight of a very northern January in Belusya Guba). Her latest pet potioning project was something she was very excited about, but she was still in the very beginning stages of figuring it out. As such, the kitchen of the house was littered with various ingredients everywhere; Varya needed everything at hand for when an idea hit her. There were multiple cauldrons brewing at all times, and all at different stages of potion life. Again, for when inspiration sparked. It was an organized chaos, and one that Varya loved.

But at night, Varya had been working on her other pet project: vodka. She wasn’t brewing it, but she was indeed consuming it. This particular night had been spent at her older sister Sofa’s home, only a few blocks from her home. They had always been very close, but now that Varya was back in Vladivostok and all of Sofa’s children had grown up and moved out, they had been able to become better friends. And this was all aided by vodka. Drinking was a very social and well-loved pastime in the Zakharov family. True, it was likely the cause of everyone’s deaths in the family as well, but that wasn’t something they needed to worry about for quite some time. Sofia contributed the vodka, and Varya contributed her fair share of potions to go along: one for preventing hangovers, one for getting rid of hangovers if you forgot to take the first one, and one to sober you up in a jiffy if the need arose. Thankfully, they hadn’t needed the last potion.

It was after two in the morning when Varya finally left her sister’s house. She stepped out into the cold and quickly made up her mind to apparate the few steps home instead of trudging through the snow. It never got truly warm here, but it certainly got more than cold. She turned on the spot, holding her coat as close to her body as she could, and reappeared on the back stoop to the house, right outside the door to her kitchen. There were various spells put over the house to not allow apparition directly into the house so Varya was ready with her wand to hurry inside the door into the warmth of the kitchen. Fumes for the cauldron added to the heat provided by the wood burning stove that had been magicked ages ago to not need to actually burn wood.

She kicked off her boots before walking through the mists and shrugging off her coat, folding it over the back of a chair. She was too tired and just a smidge too inebriated to bother with hanging it up now. However, she wasn’t too far gone to realize that something was off about the house. The living room was on the other side of the door closest to her now, and she could have sworn that she heard something move, someone talk. No alarms had been set off, but that didn’t lessen the nervous feeling that had just arisen in the back of Varya’s throat. Her grip on her wand tightened as she walked towards the door, her stockinged feet making no noise as she moved. She pushed the door open with her free hand, her wand held aloft in front of her.

And for the first time, Varya had not been imagining those things that go bump in the night. A full grown man stood in the middle of her living room, wand alight and hands held high. Varya stopped in the doorway where she stood. There was someone in her house, and one that she was fairly certain she hadn’t invited. He was already surrendering. And, he was speaking Romanian. This person couldn’t even have the decency to speak Russian when invading a Russian home? She answered quickly, responding in Romanian, “You have five seconds to give me your best reason for being here or I promise that I will kill you.” She had never actually murdered someone with her wand, much preferring to stick to poison, but desperate times and all that.

She never lit her wand and couldn't see the face of her opponent due to his own wand light shining at her. But truth be told, it was always easier to get rid of someone when she couldn't see their face and know just how much pain she was causing them.

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Re: [vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« Reply #2 on: September 01, 2016, 04:54:33 PM »
"You have five seconds to give me your best reason for being here or I promise that I will kill you."

In all honesty, the voice that Quin heard through the darkness, just sort of illuminated in the dimness really, a vague outline of a female, had made him wonder why everything about this felt familiar. As the Romanian words crossed over the floor, warning the Dragonologist that he was almost going to be dead should he not have a good reason, he shifted slightly. His Romanian, he was glad, was quite good, from being so immersed in the country for the last ten years or so, "Listen, I'm sorry," he finally responded, quite honestly meaning each word he spoke. His light dimmed a little, sending them more into the dark, but he didn't move; he kept his hands up and at an easily prone position. He hesitated, before he spoke again, "I was stupid and took the Floo Network when they told me not to. I am stupid. I came from a Dragon Reserve in Romania, and I was simply heading home. I apologize for the intrusion," he was thoughtful with every word, stumbling over a couple of words here or there. While he was good at Romanian, he wasn't fluent with it, yet. He sighed, shifting back towards the fireplace, knowing that it'd be an easier place should she want to make him head home.

"I truly did not mean to intrude," he replied, "with the Floo Network down, going from one place to the other is strange," at this he had accidentally started to talk in English, his British accent rather, well, obvious. He wasn't from here, and he wasn't sure where he was, "If... you don't mind me asking, can you please inform me of where we are? If you even have some floo powder, I'll take some and I'll get out of your hair. I promise that this might not ever happen again, but..." and ther ehe was, rambling. On and on and on again, trying to rationalize what he was trying to say, and trying to get out of this. Quin was confident with himself, and especially when he was out and about and with dragons; but this was totally out of his element. Some people, as this woman had warned, would kill someone for just breaking and entering. It was the last thing that Quin wanted, anyways.

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Re: [vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« Reply #3 on: September 01, 2016, 06:59:22 PM »
One. Her grip tightened around her wand.

Two. She blinked.

Three. She opened her mouth, starting to repeat her warning. Cleaning up a crime scene was such troublesome work and not really something that could be left until morning and she did not want to be bothered with this tonight. But as soon as she had opted to speak again, he finally spoke. Oh good, he was sorry. That meant oh so much to the witch. Now maybe he’d like to get out of her living room? The light lessened a bit, but it was still too much for her to make out the features of this would-be burglar. Varya was pleased that he kept his hands up, glad that he felt at least a little bit threatened by her wand pointed at his heart.

The floo network. Of course. Even in Vladivostok, they knew about the trouble that was happening in the UK. And because their sad excuse for a Ministry couldn’t get a handle on the situation, they had let it spread to the floo network throughout the continent and on to Asia. The household supply of floo powder had just run dry when the Zakharovs had received their warning so Varya hadn’t replenished it as a subtle reminder to herself and her mother that any floo travel was a bad idea. Heaven forbid she end up somewhere awful, like France.

But, he did mention a dragon reserve in Romania. Even if she had been one of her patients, it still didn’t give him the right to be in her living room. In Russia. But surely if he had been there when she had, about four of five years ago, his Romanian would be better. Or maybe he was just dumb. Either way, her living room, Russia, etc. And then he was speaking English, with a rather familiar accent. Now that he was speaking in English, there was no way she couldn’t recognize that voice. They almost exclusively spoke in English when they were together, and they had been together many times. Some of her favorite times in fact, but that was beside the point.

“This,” Varya replied in English, only the slightest hint of  Russian accent, “is Vladivostok. My living room in Vladivostok, more specifically.” She didn’t lower her wand and showed no sign of lowering it soon. “I’m afraid we don’t have any floo powder and that was a very poor reason for intruding, Mr Pendragon.” If he didn’t recognize her voice now, he probably never would. It seemed like her threatening voice was nearly the same as her bedroom voice. “Perhaps,” she said, the hint of a smirk in her voice, “I could be convinced not to absolutely murder you.”

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Re: [vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« Reply #4 on: September 02, 2016, 02:03:40 PM »
It felt like forever that the woman finally spoke. Quin kept his position, and quite honestly, his arms were getting tired. He also had the unusual urge to cast Nox on his wand and plummet them completely into darkness. If she was going to kill him, well, there would be a lot more awkwardness than what surrounded them. The Dragonologist trailed off from his unusually loud rambles, and thought about it. Why didn’t she kill him yet? What was she waiting for? Why did this house – okay, the voice in the darkness and the pictures – seem so familiar? So many questions that Quin had, and he knew somehow he’d be rude asking them.

But before long, the woman spoke, English was an accent in Russian. They were in Russia; Quin could wrap his head around that, but not at the familiar tug of the voice. She was so familiar, but he couldn’t pin a name down. He barely paid attention until the woman in the dark had said his name, and then, in a rather sultry like voice (whether it was intended or how Quin took it was beyond him), that she could be convinced to not kill him, it clicked: Varya.

He was in Varya’s house, although this didn’t seem like the house he knew quite often (and he had frequented her home plenty of times, mind you). He scratched the tip of his lit wand against his dirty brown locks before he gave a belly laugh, the smile creeping both onto his face and into his voice, "Varya, threatening me like that isn’t very nice," he teased. He swayed lightly on his feet, another few clumps of dried mud coming from between the treads, but he moved his arms, finally letting them hang down. "I mean, unless it was in bed, then I can tolerate it. But I know you wouldn’t want to kill me anyways," he added, a little amusement coming out of his voice. Somehow, he knew it was true.

"I do really apologize that I arrived here. I had absolutely no intentions into landing here. I was trying to get to my place in Scoarţă –" a home he shared with Charlie Weasley, of course "—and I just sort of ended up here. Really, Varya, if I had planned on a literal late night meeting to sneak into your house, you would’ve at least gotten an owl about it,” he pointed out. He delit the tip of his wand and put it away. He unconsciously unzipped the little pouch that held his salamander and the little guy scurried up his arm and settled on his shoulder. "But I do have to tell you, I’m really glad it’s your house, and not some random stranger’s. At least now I can repay you for letting me suddenly barge in."

Had the lights been on, Varya would’ve seen his shit eating grin he had plastered to his face.

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Re: [vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« Reply #5 on: September 02, 2016, 04:43:34 PM »
She smiled as Quin realized where he was and who he was dealing with. He seemed fairly confident that she wouldn't kill him, but she wasn't taking that option completely off the table. She had no problem believing his story; the floo network was supposed to be out of commission until the British Ministry gave the all-clear that it was alright to use, which they had yet to do. Not that she totally minded either way. Varya already didn't like to travel via floo as it was a touch too dirty for her tastes and at least the person that the fireplace chose to bring to her home was one she could tolerate, and actually had tolerated many times before.

"At least you picked the home that I was currently occupying," she continued in English, referencing her flats in London and Neroli. "And on a night when my mother wasn't here as well," she added, smiling again. This would not have been the way she had chosen for her mother to meet a man paying her a late night call. She might be a grown woman, but her mother still treated her like the young, virtuous woman she thought Varya was. She didn't feel the need to explain the reasons for her current living situation. While Varya and Quin hadn't been together for a while, it was no secret that she had lost her teaching position at Durmstrang when their new glorious leader decided to do away with Melioration and bring in a whole load of muggleborns and Bulgarians. She assumed that he could piece together everything else about her moving back home while she got resettled with everything.

It had been maybe a year since she had last seen this particular dragonologist. "Repay me, yes," she said, finally lowering her wand, but not before giving it a flick to bring the lamps up in the room. Quin was standing there, grinning, and Varya couldn't help but do the same. "But first you might want to move before we test out just how fireproof your pants are." She motioned to the fireplace where Quin was still hovering, waiting a mere second after he had moved out of the way before she brought the fireplace back to life. The January cold lifted slightly, but it would be a few minutes before the fireplace could fill the room with more than enough warmth. "It's late and the sun won't be up for hours and I wouldn't suggest trying to apparate out in the snowy dark, so you might as well make yourself comfortable." She indicated to the two sofas in the room with more than enough pillows to keep the two of them very comfortable.

She turned and exited the room the same way she entered, returned a minute later with a glass of good Russian vodka and two small glasses. "This will help you warm up," she said, smiling again, holding up her hands to display her offerings. She moved towards the smaller couch, setting down the glasses on the nearest table. She poured out some vodka in each and handed one to Quin. "I am about half a bottle ahead of you, so you better catch up," she challenged, raising her glass to her lips and throwing back the alcohol.

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Re: [vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« Reply #6 on: September 03, 2016, 12:50:46 AM »
"Choosing the right home always is important," the Dragonologist retorted, a belly laugh escaping his mouth. He slipped his hands into his pockets as he blinked as the lamps went on, and shuffled forwards (once again dragging more dirt into her home) as she lit the fireplace. He didn’t realize how cold it actually was until just now; he wore layers when he worked with dragons, and most of his dragon-hide clothing were both warm and fireproof. It was why he didn’t mind getting dirty, either, because it was also easy to clean. "I really didn’t mean to show up unexpectedly," he once again explained. He felt the need to explain to her, probably because it had been so long. They had a lot to catch up on, but whenever he was in her presence, he felt so much more at ease, calm and collected. Which was weird for Quin, considering the former Gryffindor was always seeking the next adventure, and the next challenge that crossed his path.

"However you want. Money. Alcohol. Sex." He had said the last word teasingly, although he had a feeling that was what it would end up with. Every time he was with Varya, they would have such a meeting like this, and it would end up in either her bed or his; for multiple nights, it felt. He nodded as she said he should make himself comfortable before she disappeared out of the door. He went to take a step, hesitated, and then reached down to undo his boots. Lace after lace and then finally, a shrug off the muddy items, but he kept them next to the fireplace. He didn’t want to bring in anymore dirt. Seeing the already created path of grime he had, though, he flicked his wand and it was cleaned in an instant. Instead of sitting, his socked feet moved him towards the pictures, studying them again as she finally returned.

"Varya, you know I’m a lightweight," the dragon man laughed, crossing the distance to take his preoffered cup. He downed it just like she did and made a face as it burned down his throat and he laughed, "You might as well just give me another shot then. If you want me to catch up," he laughed, cup out for another shot. His eyes twinkled in the flame and he turned to nudge his chin at the pictures adoring the walls and cabinets pressed against the walls, "Are these pictures of you? You were gorgeous as a young lady. Not saying you’re not gorgeous now," he added off handedly, a grin crossing his face, "more gorgeous now than before, in my opinion."

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Re: [vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« Reply #7 on: September 03, 2016, 11:55:39 PM »
Money, alcohol, or sex. Were her options mutually exclusive? "How about all of the above?" she asked, the right side of her mouth curling upward as she raised her left brow. Some of the better highlights of their nights together flashed through her mind, and if she could only pick one prize, she knew which one it would be. But all three would be absolutely fine.

"And that's why I like drinking with you. It's so easy to get you drunk and giggly," she said as she lowered her now empty glass. "And I would be happy to oblige," she added, this time using her wand to refill their glasses. She took hers as she moved a few steps backwards, finding the smaller, comfier sofa. Taking a seat amongst the pillows, she pulled her feet up under her and to the side. She patted the cushion next to her, inviting Quin to join her. She smirked as she realized that not forty minutes ago she and her sister had been discussing the lack of a recent good lay, and now here she was, a very good option right before her. She ought to complain about things much more often, it seemed.

She glanced at the photos on the side table as Quin pointed them out. "Some of those are me, but a couple are my mother." She looked up at Quin as she continued, "So I really hope you're not accidentally talking about my mother." She returned his smile, quite pleased as he mentioned that she was gorgeous. Even if he had been talking about her mother's photos, he had certainly saved himself with that statement. She held her glass up, offered a "Bottoms up," one of her favorite English phrases, and drank her second glass dry. Varya would give Quin a break after this; while she enjoyed a tipsy Quin, she was never one for wanting to take care of a drunk Quin, or a drunk anyone, for that matter.

"So," she continued. "Our usual?" Whenever they had met up since Varya had left the reserve, they always caught up with each other by asking a series of questions, which seemed to always start out innocent enough, but always seemed to take a turn about three questions down the line. They had never been exclusive or anything close to it, so Varya's first question was always the same. "Tell me about the worst date you've had since I last saw you?" She liked hearing about his other adventures, not to mention that it always made her feel better about herself.

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Re: [vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« Reply #8 on: September 05, 2016, 02:06:28 AM »
"Mmm. I guess I can humor you with all of the above," Quin chuckled. He moved only after watching Varya move to settle herself down on a sofa, and he quietly accepted the invitation to join her. He thumped heavily into the cushions and gave out a sigh. Man, did it feel good to sit, finally, after all those long hours at the reserve. Today wasn't just a baby dragon type of day, but more out in the field with the large dragons who were willing to snack on a person at any given moment. "Anyways, before I forget, yes, that's why you love getting me drunk. I know. I'm sorry that I can only drink on the one weekend I have off from work, and even then, I tend to work overtime. Dealing with dragons is sometimes more important and satisfying than drinking," he pointed out. A cheeky grin spread over his face and he happily took his second drink and downed it after she pointed out about the photos. Either way Quin looked at it, Varya or her mother were both equally attractive, and the Dragonologist could see how the woman he enjoyed very much had some good genetics.

"Our usual, yes," Quin chuckled. He moved and stretched his legs out, sinking more into the sofa as he enjoyed this. It was chilly in Romania during the midst of winter, and even dealing with Dragons had kept Quin out in the frigid weather for most of the day. He was quite enjoying the warmth -- from the alcohol, the fire, and the small patches of body heat that he and the slightly older and oh so attractive woman gave off as she pressed against him. He let his head rest for a minute as she spoke, asking about his worst date since the last time they saw each other, and he gave a questioning look over to her as he thought. "Hmmm..." he mused. He knew it was lame to feel tired, but all this warmth and since he went so long, for almost twelve hours, he was just exhausted. Not that he would say that out loud, "There was this Ukrainian girl my co-worker tried to set me up with. His fourth removed cousin or something, right? She was super pretty and all, but totally uninterested in Dragons. And she only spoke Ukrainian and Russian, which was terrible, because of our little language barrier. Mind you, again, no Russian."

He shook his head, thinking about it before he let his fingers idly trace over Varya's calves. Etain scurried up onto the back of the sofa and was quietly making his way over to the potioneer to say hi, because Etain liked people who Quin liked, "Besides the language barrier and being completely uninterested in dragons, but she had the personality of a piece of paper, Varya. Bland, white and completely wiggly," and he had said this last one not in a good way, as the woman was flighty as a bird, and only cared about her appearance. Quin shook his head, glancing over to her as he refilled their glasses and took his third hit. Three times the charm, right? "My turn. When was your last sexual escapade and how long did it last for?" he questioned. He knew that he and Varya could end up in a bed for a whole weekend, and he liked to hear that she got others besides just him. It was a freeing idea that they shared each other's bed with lesser, more mediocre people.

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Re: [vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« Reply #9 on: September 05, 2016, 03:07:41 PM »
"Ukrainian?" She asked, her eyebrows raised. "There's your problem," she added with a laugh, not being completely serious, but still mostly so. "It might have helped if she liked dragons, but it probably would have helped more if you actually knew Russian," she laughed again. "Now that you're actually in Russia, it might be a good time to start learning," she suggested, knowing that if she was the one to teach him anything, she would be having fun with it. She was just thinking about the various dirty phrases she would teach him and pass off as basics when she turned her head with a start. Quin's salamander was looking right at her, and unfortunately, that wasn't a euphemism. She had never been a big fan of the pet, much preferring her own pets that actually served some sort of purpose. She had spent years searching for the perfect pet and had finally found them during her six month stint in Colombia: three golden poison dart frogs. She was able to keep them and harvest their poisons for, well, poisoning purposes, and occasionally for the odd potion or two.

Varya half-heartedly smiled at Etain before turning her attentions back to Quin. She laughed again when he described his other woman, the alcohol definitely giving her a better sense of humor than usual. Smiling, she thanked Quin as he refilled her glass, drinking hers as he did his. "You can slow down if you'd like," she offered, setting her glass on the table for a few minutes instead of immediately refilling it. "You don't have to go all out in the first fifteen minutes that you're here." Plus, if he did, he wouldn't make it too much longer through the night, and she was planning to get something out of it for being so terribly inconvenienced by his intrusion.

"Oh, it was so bad," Varya said, holding her head in her hands. "It was a few months ago," she continued, not being as specific as she knew it could be. She was well aware of how long it had been since then. "We were drinking, he was... wiggly," she sighed, borrowing Quin's word from moments before. She held up a hand, crooked one finger, and wiggled it in front of her. "Just a little disappointing." She giggled at this before sighing again. "Same question to you." She pulled her hand down, letting it fall on Quin's forearm. She had no where she needed to be tomorrow so she was not in any sort of rush.

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Re: [vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« Reply #10 on: September 11, 2016, 09:13:21 PM »
"Mhm. Ukrainian. But she was nice, for the most part," he reiterated, grinning at Varya as his fingers danced gently over her thigh. Quin got a little handsy, but he knew the Russian enjoyed it, so he wasn't worried, "But, yes, me knowing Russian -- or any language related to Russian in any sort of way -- might be best. Perhaps I'll need to go find a tutor or start learning or something," he mused, thinking about it. Quin wasn't the smartest when it came to languages, but he tried, so he figured it was okay that he failed. He chuckled at the way Varya looked at Etain, moved, and scooped up the little reptile, "Sorry. I know you don't like him, but he likes you, so... there's really no helping it," he pointed out. He tucked the little salamander into the pouch on his side and zipped it up. He'd be safe, secure, and would be able to sleep. Quin thought about letting him live in the fireplace for a bit, but he knew Etain mostly thrived on the hottest peppers, so he'd have to deal with whatever he could muster up today. "Either way, sorry."

He grinned as she pointed out that he could slow down, "Naw, I don't mind. I might be a light weight, but you know me -- it doesn't hit until like, a half an hour after I've started drinking. Then I start getting giggly and stuff," the dragonologist pointed out. It was true. He wasn't a light weight when it came to time; more that he couldn't necessarily handle his alcohol all at once. But he was enjoying the stiff drink he was having, so it was all good. Two shots wouldn't send him over the oblivious as hell and no memory of the night spiral, he knew. It was more like... twenty shots that he couldn't handle, "But if you want to pour me another glass, I'll happily savor the lovely Russian flavor of it," he grinned, holding out his cup for her. Empty, but he knew, it wasn't quite for long.

"Nuh huh," Quin grinned, wiggling a finger at Varya, "you didn't answer all my question. You just told me when and what your last sex adventure was, but you didn't tell me how long it lasted for," he grinned, leaning close to her. His hand moved to push her hand down his arm, lacing his own fingers with hers, "I want to know how long you're able to keep other partners, you know, to see how good I rank in being in your bed," he teased, a cheeky ass grin on his face, "for research."

He had alluded this phrase before -- but in most of his contexts, it was related to dragons and not sexual partners.

Varvara Zakharova [ Inactive Character ]
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Re: [vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« Reply #11 on: September 13, 2016, 02:58:55 PM »
Varya was undoubtedly biased against Ukrainian women, so she just decided to focus on Quin’s hands instead. He was being very confident with himself, and Varya definitely didn’t mind. He was, after all, the one who had broken into her home. He could certainly do all the work tonight. “If you choose one language to learn, it should be Russian. And,” she traced the back of his hand with her fingers, “it just so happens that I know quite a bit of it.” If he was able to ask nicely enough, she could teach him as many unhelpful phrases as possible. It had been a rough few months; she could use some amusement wherever she could get it. She shrugged as he tucked his pet back in his pocket, this time glad it wasn’t innuendo. There was no need to argue about it as Quin wasn’t wrong about her feelings toward the thing.

She smiled as Quin started talking about his drinking habits. Sometimes it was nice to deal with someone who couldn’t handle their vodka quite as well as she could. Again, it added to the amusement that Varya so craved. “I’d love to,” she grinned back as he asked for a refill, shifting slightly to reach the bottle. She poured him another glass, more than previously before, and didn’t hesitate to refill her own. She wasn’t quite to the point of drinking out of the bottle. That was another few shots down the line, at least.

A scowl crept across her face as Quin pestered her for more information. “Well, that was sort of the point. Over before it started.” She frowned, shaking her head before locking her gaze on his and grinning again. “Did not live up to expectations.” She enjoyed the feeling of her hand in his, bigger than hers, rougher. She moved her thumb up and down on the back of his hand a few times before giving his hand a light squeeze. “Time before that only lasted a few hours,” she said as she looked down to their hands, rubbing his with her thumb a few more times as she did. “So sorry to disappoint,” she added with another smile. He wasn’t exactly the only person she had this sort of understanding relationship with. She was a traveler and managed to meet a lot of men, and on top of that, she was a woman and had her own needs. “Rankwise, I would say, hmm,” she furrowed her brow to feign seriousness, “top ten, at least. Probably top five though.” She honestly hadn’t ranked anyone, besides the obvious disappointments. “Now, you.” She finally tipped her glass into her mouth, savoring the feeling as she swallowed, her eyes focused on Quin’s.

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Re: [vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« Reply #12 on: October 27, 2016, 12:51:48 AM »
Quin couldn't help but give a light chuckle as Varya's fingers danced over his hands, too. He allowed an eyebrow to raise at her statement, and his grin crossed his face, "Oh, you do, hm? Are you suggesting that I take you on as a teacher?" he inquired, cheeky as always. He was always cheeky with Varya, even if he didn't mean it. Even sober, he had the amazing allure to just be as cheeky and charming as he ever was. He hummed in thought for a moment as he debated, lost in the thoughts and the ideas that floated around in his noggin, before he grinned at her, "How much would I have to pay you? In galleons, or in sex, Miss Zakharova? Perhaps, since you know how bad I am at Romanian, you are willing to negotiate for lessons quite often?" he pressed. He was grinning -- partially serious, partially not. It really depended on his mood. For some reason, should Varya take him up on the offer, and go with the latter payment, he doubted much Russian lessons would really be happening. Maybe Russian culture, but who knew.

He leaned back against the couch as he watched her refill his drink, and then let his fingers dance gently over her thigh. He really did enjoy his time with her, although it had been a while. Perhaps he'd need to show up more, he told himself. He let his eyes settle on her face, taking in the shape of her jaw, her nose, the light of the fire in her eyes as she spoke about her latest, or unlatest, conquests. "Mmm. Not like some others that do live up to expectations, hm?" he questioned, a little grin across his face. He squeezed her hand back and gently tipped some of the alcohol into his mouth, swirling and savoring the flavor before he finally gave a swallow, "Top ten? But mostly in the top five? I'll take it, even though I want to be more like, top one," Quin poked fun and leaned in to press just the lightest of kisses on the Russian woman's cheek. He chuckled as the conversation took a turn back to him.

"Right, my turn. Let's see," he paused here, not only for dramatic effect, but because he seriously had to think of when his last sexual encounter was. It felt like a life time ago, "About... maybe six or seven months ago? At least, with another person," he admitted, a shrug to his shoulders accenting his almost dismissive attitude, "it wasn't very good, though. She wasn't a virgin, but she definitely didn't seem to have any experience, and she was kind of... hesitant, I guess the word should be. Although her boyfriend was hot -- he was there, too. It was a good time," he gave a cheeky little grin to Varya and winked, "Anyways. Shall we drink more? Maybe I can stay and be one of your greater house guests tonight? Somehow, with the floo network not working, I doubt I'll be leaving until the morning."

Varvara Zakharova [ Inactive Character ]
1270 Posts  •  38  •  played by christine
Re: [vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« Reply #13 on: October 27, 2016, 06:08:00 PM »
“It could be galleons and sex, if you’d rather.  I’m not that picky. But you’re right about being terrible at Romanian. Russian probably won’t be any easier, so you’ll have to put in quite a bit of study time.” She smirked as she said this; she couldn’t be more obvious about what she was insinuating unless she was actually on top of him. Actually, that wasn’t that bad of an idea, either. Varya smiled as she thought about this, the image in her mind turning her on almost as much as the actual Quin sitting beside her.

She wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to just sit here, simply talking about their past experiences instead of making new ones. “They do always have a bit of competition, yes,” the healer agreed, not ashamed that she compared each romp with the last. “I think, though, that I could be persuaded to reevaluate the rankings.” Her eyes closed as Quin leaned in, his lips on her cheek for a fleeting second. That wasn’t exactly what she was expecting, but she had no problems taking things into her own hands.

As the dragon keeper began talking about his most recent time (if the word “recent” even applied to something at least six months ago), her hand mirrored his own, finding its way to his thigh, her nails raking back and forth across the fabric of his trousers. “That’s both disappointing and extremely sexy. I don’t know if I should feel sorry for you or impressed, really. We’ll just have to make up for that with a good story for you to tell your next lover.” And with that she leaned in the rest of the way and kissed him, one hand on his chest and the other on the back of his neck. It only lasted a few seconds before she broke it off. “You can drink more if you want, but I can think of at least one other thing I’d like to be doing instead.” She kissed him again, pressing herself into him, making it clear that she didn’t want to do any more talking this evening.

[that’s it for me, she’s getting dirty >>]

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Re: [vladivostok] up, down, and all around -- [varya]
« Reply #14 on: October 31, 2016, 03:45:50 AM »
"Mmm. I guess I'll settle for that, too," Quin chuckled, a grin spread over his face. He tilted his head ever so slightly as Varya pointed out that he was already terrible at Romanian and that Russian wouldn't be any easier, and he huffed, "It's not my fault Hogwarts didn't promote any sort of inter-cultural schooling in which alternate language classes were offered," he pointed out. He was sure that if Hogwarts had courses to learn other languages, rather than just magic, he would've been fluent in more than just that. But even so, he didn't think he was that bad in Romanian. He reached up and scratched his head, before he shook it and gave a cheeky grin to Varya, "I mean, I guess there's always a bit of a language gap, if you ask me. Or, I guess, maybe I'm just stupid. You should probably definitely teach me Russian, though. Please and thank you."

He gave a little cheeky grin as the healer agreed about the little ideas of competition, and Quin's lips lingered on her skin. She was soft and warm, and he couldn't help but steal another little kiss from her cheek. He hummed gently, "Mmm. Persuading I can do," he teased, only slightly. He felt the way Varya's hands moved and he chuckled deeply. He pulled her onto his lap and returned the kiss. This was going to be a long, but very fun, night, he figured.

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