Basilisk Campfire, Tuesday afternoon, after workshops

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Johnny didn't know that a snowflake landing on his head this morning, was the reason behind his thought process for today.

Because Johnny, totally thought he was perfect.

Still super shiny from Arts and Crafts, oh, and shirtless too, Johnny strutted out to the campfire and slouched lazily in a lounge chair. But his slouching was utterly perfection. The glitter reflected the sun and light and made him sparkle and glow like a ... sparkling and glowing thing.

(it is open to anyone, yes.)

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"Cool." Johnny said, taking a step back and folding his arms across his chest. "You have my undivided attention."

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Ronan grinned, taking half a moment to admire said arms crossed over said chest. "All right," he said. "This will just take a moment." He held his hands together in front of him and began murmuring the words of the Spell. This one was a little more difficult than the one that affected textiles and building materials, as it couldn't actually affect the structure of the skin to too large a degree or it would affect its ability to function as part of the biological system.

The universe leaned in, as it was wont to do, and seemed to listen; Ronan could feel the words dancing across his skin under his shirt, even flickering across his hands. And then the Wizard's Knot was spoken, and the spell was ended, and Ronan unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the glitter that played across his skin.

"So, what do you think?"

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Johnny was awed, and he stared at Ronan with his lips parted slightly, not finding any words yet that could express what he was feeling.

Unfolding his arms, he stepped close again, reaching out with his hand. He wanted to test it, to see if the glitter was real on Ronan, and if it would stay when touched. "May I?" he asked softly.

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Ronan knew that he really probably shouldn't go forward with this, but Johnny was rather unreasonably attractive, which was totally unfair. "... Yes," he said, finally.

Upon touching Ronan's skin, Johnny would find that the glitter acted as if it were a part of the surface, not moving at all.

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Johnny had never touched another guy's chest before. That he was not hesitating at all right now would be something he would think about tomorrow, and possibly flail over.

He started near Ronan's neck and let his fingers drag downward, testing the glitter against his skin until he stopped, just at the edge of Ronan's pants. Johnny's long lashes lifted and he met the other boys eyes. "Totally cool."

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Ronan gasped, and shivered a little, at the touch, the fingertip warmer than he'd really properly expected. His hand covered Johnny's where it rested, and his eyes held Johnny's gaze. "Totally hot."


(OOC: I should mention that, for all of Ronan's "ZOMG I shouldn't do this!" earlier? I am totally okay with EVERYTHING going on here. :D )

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"You've no idea," Johnny whispered, allowing his hand to warm further, hoping to perhaps elicit another gasp from Ronan.


(ooc: I assumed you'd let Johnny know, one way or the other! XD! Which is my way of saying, I am totally okay with it too. ;-))

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Ronan didn't gasp, but he did shiver again. He leaned in towards the heat.

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And Johnny's hand just grew warmer, and warmer, the tips of his fingers gliding ever so slightly back and forth across the flat of Ronan's stomach.

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Ronan stepped back, his breath quick and his eyes wide. "Sorry, I just... we're out in the open." He's really not sure where he wants this to go, if anywhere, and what he's going to do about it later, but damn if it's not fun right now.

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Johnny smiled slowly, dropping his hand back to his side, "You're right. I guess out in the open like this is just...yeah." Johnny wasn't too sure either. He's never been glittered like this, and with a guy, and...yeah, there would be a lot of facepalming tomorrow.

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No less facepalming than Ronan. Seriously.

He was blaming this all on the glitter.

"Do you..." He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. "Do you want to go somewhere and talk?" And on any level he'll admit to, he does mean talk.

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Which is as it should be. The glitter was to blame. Entirely.

"I wouldn't mind," he said, his eyes serious.

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"Where?" There is no way he is going back to his own cabin.

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"I'm not too familiar with private places to talk around here," he admitted, at the same time doing his damnest to think hard. "There is no door on my alcove, just like the rest, but we can go there."

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Ronan nodded. "I can... protect it a bit. Make it more private." And even make the field invisible, like he hadn't bothered with his own alcove.

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Johnny quirked a brow, "I would like that." He would like to watch Ronan do it too, whatever he did to protect it and make it private.

"Are you ready then?"

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Ronan nodded. "Lead the way."

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And Johnny did just that (http://fantastic-torch.livejournal.com/3925.html).