Rune 02: Uruz

[psiignlanguage]

While I understand that as students you are on holiday for Easter, I would like to take this opportunity to express that you do have a small assignment due the week after we return from break.

This does not mean you can hold off on the assignment until the night you return.

For all students of my classes, prepare for me an analysis, no less than ten inches of parchment, of how you might find and use runes in Easter ceremonies. Where can you see them playing a role, and where do you think their magic might be useful in the ceremony. A piece of advice, look into the pagan celebration of Oustre if you're feeling stuck.

That is your first part of the assignment, due the first day of class after break.

The second part will involve choosing one of those elements of runic magic that you felt would be helpful during Easter, and composing research.

Not an incredibly difficult assignment for my students who have been paying attention.

Enjoy your holiday.

[Filtered to Rhys]

Are you behaving?

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[psiignlanguage]

[He can't breathe again, and he doesn't know what to say. Honestly. Cyrus appeared bashful, almost humiliated that Rhys would say such a thing.]

What if I genuinely don't know of an answer to the question? I don't know if you and I could be considered an item. I still hardly know you.

[And there is the whole you getting Cyrus drunk and in bed with you ordeal too.]

[grandhighwizard]

[And that says something about Cyrus, something for Rhys to file away, that he wouldn't automatically balk at the idea of his friend forbidding him anything. Cy came to him, the second time, but that might not mean anything. Rhys himself still isn't sure what to make of this, but the thoughts are starting to stir in his head - should he put effort in? Or treat it like some easy fun? If Cy is too attached to Sal and Di, he can't risk getting too emotionally involved.]

Do you want to? You came to me, last time, but you hardly stopped by to chat.

[psiignlanguage]

I don't know.

[His words come out very quickly, and very confidently. He genuinely doesn't know. He's always been married to his work, so having someone interested in him is kind of, well...It's a stretch for his mind to even imagine. He'd always been under the impression that he would be an eternal bachelor. But now that Rhys seems to show interest in him? He doesn't know what to make of it. Certainly Rhys wasn't...normal, so to speak, but he still was an intelligent man.]

Like I said. I hardly know you. I'd need to get the opportunity to actually know you as someone other than the potions master who got me to drink and climb in bed with him.

[grandhighwizard]

That's what I'm asking, my boy. [Rhys points out in amusement.] Do you want to get to know me? Though it's not as though you had no choice in the matter of drinking and what happened after. Take a little responsibility.

[Long fingers trail up to Cy's face, stroking along his jaw briefly.]

[psiignlanguage]

[He's quiet momentarily, then shrugs his shoulders.]

I suppose there's no harm in getting to know you, Rhys. But I admit that I'm...a little wary.

[grandhighwizard]

I would hope so, or I'd have to think you were a very stupid man, and I've never gotten that impression. [He leans in a little more, raising an eyebrow.] But really, where's the harm in talking? I'll even do it in a public place, if you wish. Like here.

[His knife's edge grin flashes, and he rubs his fingers along the younger man's thigh.]

[psiignlanguage]

Well this is hardly public--

[And then he's nearly instantly quiet, stifling the groan that he so very much wants to release now that Rhys is pulling the playful card and giving him a nice bit of stimulation.]

[grandhighwizard]

No? Good point. I suppose that means you won't mind if I do this, then. [Rhys's voice is casual as his fingers slip down to the inside of the smaller man's thigh and start running along the inside, sneaking up toward his crotch.]

[psiignlanguage]

[He nearly yelped, immediately squirming once Rhys's hands began to slide upwards and wander.]

But what if staff comes back here! We're adults, and we can still get in trouble!

[grandhighwizard]

Really? Is that what you're worried about? [Rhys sounds utterly amused by that, on the verge of laughter again, and he runs one finger up the front of Cy's pants, pressing down just lightly.]

[psiignlanguage]

[And then he crumples a little on himself and groans lightly, lightly glaring at the man through mostly-lidded eyes.]

I suppose this is going to lead where I think it will lead.

[grandhighwizard]

Well, if you'd like to have a cup of tea and chat first, we certainly can. [cheerfully] Or you can tell me to go. It's really up to you, my boy. [And a finger turns into a warm palm, rubbing in a terribly friendly sort of way.] Go on, tell me no, if you don't want it.

[psiignlanguage]

[He jerks forward, already groaning, but he waves a hand somewhat dismissively.]

I-I think that's hardly something appropriate to say...You know full well I'm enjoying this. But we are in a bloody library.

[grandhighwizard]

Are we? Hmm. [Rhys ponders thoughtfully, then leans forward to murmur in Cy's ear as he flicks the button on his trousers-] Makes it more fun, don't you think?

[psiignlanguage]

[He doesn't shiver. Instead his whole body lets out a rather involuntary spasm once Rhys's finger flicks against the button, simultaneous with his breath in his ear.]

...My argument won't have much footing here, will it?

[grandhighwizard]

Oh, I don't know, it depends on how eloquent you are. [Rhys says carelessly, then slips the first button free to begin opening the younger man's trousers, inch by inch.]

[psiignlanguage]

[Cyrus groaned rather suddenly, and wriggled a bit.]

A-Are you sure we couldn't do this somewhere more private? Or at least...somewhere comfortable?

[grandhighwizard]

We`could. [The older man agrees, and he keeps opening Cy's trousers until he can slip his hand down the front, warm fingers curling around his companion.] We certainly could. Though I'm not sure where would be comfortable [squeezes] here ...

[psiignlanguage]

[His head rolled to the side, another groan slipping out of him, as he waved his arms a bit, trying to urge Rhys to slide his hand out.]

I-I really think it would be a good idea if we moved this someone not-so-public!

[grandhighwizard]

Convince me. [Because the waving arms are just funny, so Rhys just gives him another squeeze and then a long stroke, rubbing his thumb over the head of the younger man's cock.]

[psiignlanguage]

[Another stammer and he tries to push at the man momentarily, while he groans again.]

Sal i-is still on school grounds and he might be around! I-I don't know if he's comfortable with you and me yet!

[grandhighwizard]

That is an excellent argument to stay right here, though somehow I doubt he's going to be wandering around the Restricted Section. Still [stroke, squeeze] how scandalous.

[And the big man leans over abruptly, his hair falling over the younger professor's lap as he runs his tongue up the length of Cy's exposed cock.]

[psiignlanguage]

[And he squirms somewhat violently, and then melts into the other man's touch. Oh. My. That was very nice.]

I-If someone does wa-aaaah-lk back here, then I am pinning all of this on you.

[grandhighwizard]

Sensible of you. [He licks again, long and slow, stopping to swirl his tongue over the head of the younger man's cock.] But I wasn't aware you wanted to see me locked up. Really, Cyrus, you're kinkier than I thought.

[Flashing the Runes professor another grin, Rhys opens his mouth and then slides Cy most of the way down his throat.]

[psiignlanguage]

Th-That's not what I meant! [Cyrus lets out a slow, long groan once Rhys's head goes down on him, feeling his hips and thighs twitch in anticipation for more.]

I-I just...m-meant that--forget it.

[So, his hands reached forward, and slowly threaded their way into the man's hair, almost as if to hold him in place.]