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[ One of these days, Maverick dropping his robes won't make Percy blush but today is not the day because it's still very new. But at least he's mostly distracted by the feathers. The scales. The way Mavericks legs and feet shift. Seated the way he is, Maverick now is taller than him.

He won't tease him about how that feels.

He hums gently, smiling a little as the feathers fluff up. Oh that's adorable. He gently ruffles his fingers through them, scratching lightly. Then smooths his fingers over them. ]

Amazing. Does it strain you any?

[ There's the healer scolding, Percy humming gently. Moves to stand, so he can run his hands along Mavericks wings. Stretching them gently, checking the membrane and feathers. Feels along them, fingers soft as he pulls lightly to make them extend out. Giving them a physical and acquainting himself to them.

As a healer, he should know the anatomy, after all!

Cough. ]

[As a healer, of course.]

No more than keeping physical form does.

[Which is the truth. It's not hard to conjure this form, and it isn't hard to put it away again, it's just a very cumbersome form so he often remains as he usually does. If he had the wings all the time he'd surely bump into things! And with these feet he cannot wear his favorite boots!]

[He flutters his eyes closed as Percy runs his careful fingers all along him, trying to banish that feeling rushing up again. The one that makes him just want to get it all out, but he bites his tongue. Percy will find the wings will gladly unfurl for his curious touches. The feathers on them are quite large, too.]

[His tail flicks a bit, possibly betraying his feelings under the calm.]

It's difficult to wear clothing like this, so you can imagine why I tend to keep the other look.

Hm!

[ So all physical forms put a light strain on Maverick but not in-so-much as anything would bother a normal person to do daily activities. The feathers are fascinating and he examines the flight feathers. A combination of bat like membrane, bird like feathers, and the scaling of a dragon. He's about to reach up to examine the horns when the tail flicks and grabs his attention, and he chuckles a little seeing it.

The transformation is extremely thorough. ]

Mm, I can imagine. Plus I'm sure our students would be besides themselves and hound you nonstop every time they saw you!

[ Goodness, if Barty saw him, the man would be over the moon to examine him. And he knows quite a few students would share the mans sentiments. ]

Is there anything I should avoid touching that may be sensitive?

Oh, I'm sure I'd never know a moments peace.

[Not that he does now, really, but it probably would be worse.]

[He hums a throaty little noise, something close to a purr as he thinks that question over.]

My spine is a little sensitive, right at the base of the tail. The horns can be a little where they meet my head, and there's a spot right under my ears, though I'm not opposed to being touched there.

[Here, would you like to see his range of motion? He will skitter around him and then perch on the exam table like a weird bird.]

[ The purring noise startles him for a moment, then delights him, and without thinking he reaches up to place his hand on Mavericks throat to see if the vibration is coming from there. No, hm? Further down? Ah yes, he can feel the vibration more along his chest.

Then feels bad he was touching up his spine earlier, noting the spots and snorting a hard little laugh to the sudden motion. Watches him clamber onto the table and perch there like a gargoyle. ]

My my, you'd fit right at home with the stone wardens on some churches!

[ He waits until he settles, then take some of Mavericks legs. Stretches it out to investigate it, working his way down to the feet. Noting the way they turn into talons, hooking his finger around one to test it. Fascinating.

He sets the leg and foot back down, moving to press little bits of magic into certain spots to text reflexes. Then back up to Mavericks face, smiling a little with a crinkle of his eyes as he takes his chin. ]

Open, tongue out, head tilted back a bit. Let me see.

[Feathers fluff up as Percy goes and feels along his vocal chords, but they settle as Maverick sees what he's doing.]

Would I not be the most handsome gargoyle?

[But yes, test out his weird limbs. He will find his range very good and that his ankle is quite long and that his talons will curl around his hand and shake. Very flexible!]

[His tail too, will curl around Percy's arm if it gets close enough. It's definitely prehensile.]

Mm?

[Bleh, out goes his tongue. It's long and forked! Hm!]

Oh, of course, no one would compare!

[ No lie detected there. Not even a real tease. There's some utter sincerity there. Is... he flirting?

The tail curling around his arm amuses him, and also makes his cheeks turn red. He grabs it with his free hand, rattling the end back and forth playfully as Maverick opens his mouth.

Percy gets distracted by the tongue momentarily, staring at it, before clearing his throat and tilting Mavericks head to check his teeth and the back of his throat. Tongue coloring as well. Commits this forms normality to his memory in case anything changes!

Yes! That's all! ]

There! Would you like a candy for being so good for your exam?

[ Please put your tongue away before he begins to think inappropriate thoughts more than he already is. ]

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[His feathers seem to fluff up with that praise. Oh, the Headmaster, the Heir of Death, he is a simple creature, actually.]

[His teeth appear fine, if a little sharper than a normal Vampire's should be, all in all he looks like a very healthy dead lizard.]

Truly?

[He leans his arms on his knees so he can cradle his head on them and give him a sly look.]

May I choose?

Only if you promise to brush your teeth after.

[ THAT is a tease, because the way Maverick gives him such a sly look is flustering him. Oh what does his friend have in that cunning, goblin little mind of his.

He stops shaking the tail tip and merely holds it, examining the weight in his hand a little. Tilts his head and gives Maverick a little look, an amused smile on his face.

What do you have planned, you creature.

Please stop looking at him like that or he's going to melt into the floor and disappear from the spire. ]

[Oh.]

[Oh, that one almost took him out. The only hint of which is the feathers bristling and his tail going still while he thinks that over. That was a tease- that was incredibly overt, wasn't? Is this dance foolish?]

[Is he being foolish?]

[Perhaps, but like with anything, his desire to know what will happen wins out in the end. His tail curls around Percy's arm and pulls him forward into Maverick so he can cup his face and plant a ...somewhat messy but delighted kiss on his lips.]

[He's already spilled one terrible secret, he may as well spill the other!]

[ The feathers bristle and the tail goes still, and Percy wonders if he went too far. The teasing from earlier and the way Maverick was looking at him had seemed flirty and teasing, so he had thought-

Did he... did he mess up?

Before he can fret and worry too hard, perhaps go to apologize for saying something so uncouth and downright naughty, Maverick is pulling him in with his tail and cupping his face and ah...

Percy pauses in surprise, eyes widening behind his glasses briefly, before he sighs through his nose and returns the kiss the best he can. It's unpracticed and messy, but just as delighted as Mavericks. His free hand goes to the exam table to brace himself so he can lean in a little closer, trying not to smile as he returns the kiss enthusiastically.

Which is very difficult because he wants to smile so widely and his heart is thudding in his throat in delight and his cheeks are burning and he's very aware Maverick is disrobed and- ]

[Shh, shh, for just a moment the entire world has stopped and it's just the two of them.]

[Though Maverick is not particularly warm, and he likely tastes a little of iron and whatever tea he was drinking (hints of vanilla and oolong.) he makes up for by being encouraging. As Percy actually kisses him back and he feels the thrill in his stagnant blood he grips the table harder with his talons and snakes one of his winged arms around Percy's waist to draw him in.]

[He does not seem too bothered by being naked, at least. Shameless creature that he is.]

[When he finally pulls away, he does by tugging on his lip a little and smiling.]

Just as sweet as I'd thought.

[ The taste and the cool touch doesn't bother him in the least. This is how Maverick tastes, this is how he feels, and as they kiss Percy presses it into his memory. The way his lips give, coax, and guide. The slightly sweet vanilla soothing out the hints of iron, the coppery tang.

And in turn Maverick will taste a soft touch of cinnamon and milk, flavored lightly with wildberries.

The arm around him makes him sigh again and he steps closer until the table stops him, until he's as close as he can be to Maverick and still keep their mouths together. He wants to drown in this feeling, and he feels a bit dizzy when Maverick pulls away.

The tug on his lip makes his cheeks redden dangerously slow, his flush creeping down his neck, and the comment makes him huff heavily. Turn his head a little to the side, shy. ]

And just how long have you been wanting that particular taste?

[ Mavericks feathers around him keep him warm and he in turns shares it with the body against his. Heated, heart pounding. ]

[Oh, don't be shy after all of that. The grin on Maverick's face practically splits and he ducks a little to try and catch his eyes.]

Oh ...perhaps since the start of your letters stationed on the front line.

[He'd fallen hopelessly in love with him then, and this week having him back has only made him pine worse. He simply couldn't take it anymore. Alas.]

I've been captivated by your kind and gentle heart and your insatiable curiosity, your diligence and compassion. Waiting for your return had wrecked my nerves beyond belief.

[ Their eyes catch and Percy offers him a sweet little smile, reaching up to adjust his glasses briefly, before blinking hard.

Then erupting in astonished distress. ]

You mean I could have kissed you the moment I came back?!

[ That his crush could have been realized from moment one? That he hadn't have spent this week staring out his window, sipping his tea, and trying desperately not to invade Mavericks every moment beyond what they've already spent together?!

He groans in frustration and amusement, and tilts his head back. ]

Oh Saints, if I had known-!

[ There's a polite knock on the door and Lofly's voice floats - suspiciously - through the keyhole. Just a "polite" check on all the noise finally. You two best behave-! ]

[Maverick can't help it, he bursts out laughing, though it's not entirely at Percy's expense, it's also at his. Yes, perhaps they were being silly dragging this out. Maybe Maverick should have said something sooner, but ah ...]

[He is old fashioned in a lot of ways, he wanted it to be proper. So much for that!!]

It seems we've lost time to make up for! How wretched.

[His laughing has quieted to snickering behind a wing, but before he can tease him further, there's that knock at the door. Ah- yes, they've been in here for some time and Saints know what noises have carried.]

Forgive me Madam! We are finishing up very shortly!

[Which he punctuates by stealing a little kiss at the corner of his mouth and then sliding off the table. His form slowly shifts back in turn, all those feathers and scales melting away to old, clammy skin. He reaches down to pick up his robes.]

Mm, perhaps we ought to discuss the results in my quarters?

Oh... if I had known, I would have written something...

[ His lamentation is soft as Maverick calls back to Lofly, a plaintive moan to Mavericks laughter and glee over this. He sighs heavily and steps back so Maverick can slide off the table, the corner of his mouth tingling hard where a kiss had been stolen.

And it's still very amazing to watch the form shift again, feathers and talons and claws fading away into flesh. The tail turning into nothing and the horns simply no longer existing.

The comment flusters Percy so badly he sputters softly and the 'yes, we should' is on the tip of his tongue. But oh... oh a playful thought comes to mind.

After all, they know the others heart now, their desires revealed, so... why not have a little fun with it? Enjoy the tease more, the back and forth? A proper courting? For as long as they can.

He hm's and cups his chin with his hand, bracing his elbow on his arm that goes across his chest. ]

We could, but that would be quite scandalous. After all-

[ He lets Maverick in on his plan with a twinkle in his eyes. ]

-you've yet to properly court me, or I you.

I couldn't be certain until you were back home, of course. I hadn't planned on letting anything slip through the letters until then.

[And there's the robe back on properly. There, now he looks just as he always has. The Headmaster of the Order, the carrier of such immense secrets, the Saint of Mourning and Remembrance.]

[All of these titles and responsibilities and yet at Percy's suggestion, Maverick whips his head around startled and scandalized.]

Hah?!

[Wait, you want to tease him after they've gotten this far? The look on his face is comically petulant. A child who was told to take his hand out the cookie jar.]

Wh- You-

[But he's right. If they started just smoozing right off the bat it would be incredibly scandalous. Rumors would fly. People would question Maverick's use of authority for anything surrounding Percy and it would put a lot of unpleasant attention on him, wouldn't it? Uughgghh.]

[He rubs his face a little.]

...Very well. You've a point, I suppose.

[ Oh, he can't help it. That look makes him laugh. All they did was kiss! Flirt! And Maverick shared his deepest secret!

There's so much yet to do before a proper coming together!

With a soft hum he reaches out to cup Mavericks face, bending down as he tilts his head up to press a soft kiss to his mouth. It's just a gentle promising brush of their lips together. ]

I promise to make it worth your while, my darling. You're someone who deserves to be courted properly, to be pursued with intent. Don't fret. The end will be worth it.

[ He straightens back up, and then turns Maverick around to usher him to get dressed properly. ]

Do you have anything planned this week end? Allow me to make a dinner for you?

[But he's so impatient! Torturer! Tease!]

[But he's mollified the moment Percy takes him by the mouth. Even just that little promise does a lot to settle him, make him compliant.]

Oh, all right. Twist my arm, then.

[It does make him feel young again, the idea of being courted. He grins as he gets dressed, since it's likely the Madame will be banging on the door soon if they don't hurry it up.]

I'm certain I can clear the evening. Saturday night?

[ Look how easily he rolls over. Somehow he knew his friend wouldn't put up much of a fuss. How many times throughout their history together has this man caved to him?

It makes Percy bold. Forget his shyness.

This is going to be delicious.

He beams as Maverick confirms Saturday. ]

Perfect! Is there anything you cannot eat?

[ He'll have to get some blood wine. Or maybe figure out how to make a proper blood pudding? He wants to make this dinner special. Hm, blood sausage perhaps? There's so many things he can attempt! ]

[Quite a few times if he's paid enough attention. The number of times Percy could have been expelled for any number of things he'd done as a student that Maverick conveniently swept under the rug, for example...]

[Either way, Maverick has no idea what Percy might be scheming and he simply looks pleased by the novelty of "dating" and having "dinner" together.]

Oh, I'm afraid garlic still makes me a bit queasy. I suspect it's a reflex even if I'm not entirely Vampire anymore. Other than that I can't think of very much that would bother me.

[He tips his head a bit to the side.]

You ought to tell me what you prefer to drink!

Got it, no garlic.

[ He hums to the question, thoughtful as he helps the other get dressed into proper clothing. He can feel Lofly's aura behind the door Growing. ]

I must admit, I don't think I ever grew out of my delight for sweets! I enjoy a sweet tea with milk and cinnamon. I have no particular flavor likes, but I have been enjoying blueberry lately!

[ Once Maverick is properly clothed, Percy steps back, towards the door. ]

I promise to make our date lovely! Leave it to me, my dear!

[Blueberry, hm? He wonders if he can chase down a nice blueberry wine this time of year. He will use his Headmaster Power to do so, yes. It's good to be in charge.]

[He laughs, full and delighted as Percy says that and then swings open the door.]

Much louder, my dear, and the entire Tower will know by sundown!

[He inclines his head to Madame Lofly, and before she has the chance to take him out with a clipboard, he flounces off down the hall.]

Full bill of health as always! Thank you my dear for the thorough check-up!

[ The tease makes Percy huff heavily, blushing but not shyly or in embarrassment. More the idea that everyone knowing tickles him. But he also knows, after only a week, the rumors might not be kind.

Even here in the Spire, people will always be people.

Instead he smiles as Maverick flounces out dramatically like that, watching him go fondly, before turning to Lofly as she watches with a shrewd look. ]

I do believe he's part Anansi, I feel we should update his files to reflect it. Orc-Anansi hybrid.

[ And he's quick to flee himself before she beats him with the clipboard as well.

Saturday is a good day for their date, as it's the last weekend he has before he begins his tenure. It gives him enough time to finish off his curriculum, then he can focus on dinner. He knows well enough Vampires can use animal blood, though it's not as nutritious in a pitch it can substitute, and there's plenty of recipes that use it.

So it doesn't take long for him to find several recipes including animal blood; a hearty stew, some bread, sausage of course, and for dessert a sanguinaccio dolce. He's careful to test it all as he cooks, so he can be sure he can eat it and that he doesn't mess anything up.

And he's pleased to discover it tastes nothing like blood in the end, and it settles in his stomach just fine after cooking. The stew he was especially worried about.

He gives Maverick an invite to come at his leisure, a small magical light wisp that floats in through his window and circles around the Headmaster's head, whispering softly in Percy's voice that dinner should be ready soon, if he would like to come to his room before it fades away with a little tinkling laugh. ]

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