Christopher Dugal

Her eyes ran over him again when he spat back that respect was earned and not automatically given. “Is that so? A soldier too, yet such a little respect for the chain of command, if you had been one of my soldiers I would’ve dismissed you.” dismissing someone from the ranks of the Ixtab was not just going home but being yeeted out of an airlock, nothing short of murder but who wanted weaklings anyway? 

Bored of war? Pathetic. “War is not a game to be bored of, you go to war because you believe something it is not something you can quit.” She shook her head dismissevely what the fuck was this kid on? “What do you believe in, if anything?” 

She leaned forward a little as her light eyes locked with the orbs of the man. “Or are you a man without purpose?”

“I led. Mostly. Not followed. So there was no chain of command that was apparent for me to obey, unless you meant those on the same line of authority as me, if not the leader of the house.” He raised a brow, his ire ticking slightly as he crossed his arms, a frown creasing his forehead slightly. The Dugals had followed a hierarchical system rather than meritocratic system--a flawed way of ruling and carrying out their battles, there was no doubt about that. But they had been lucky enough to have had great leaders born into their noble houses, which allowed for them to thrive. Not that it mattered anyway. 

“I would go to war but only if it was of something of worth. Tell me then--if you were in my shoes, having your people die needlessly because of war instigated unnecessarily, even with plentiful resource, would you attack another just for the fun of it?” It was the very reason why he couldn't see eye to eye with any of his family members, the law of the jungle way that they liked to follow never sat well with him. 

with love

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with happiness

with a promise

with an apology

to say goodnight

to say good morning

to protect

for comfort

for luck 

for encouragement

on a scar 

on a falling tear

on a bruise

after a tough day

after a nightmare

after an argument

because you are dying

because i am dying

in a moment of worry

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@chris-ia

“No.” Chris answered the woman’s words directly, raising a brow slightly. “Unfortunately. But I might take Astronomy up in the future, since I only have seven classes.” He doesn’t understand why exactly she cared so much about his own classes, his eyes flickering over her small stature and imposing field of character. “I learn quickly, so I’d rather learn the more mundane things first, before moving onto those that I really appreciate.” His gaze turns away from her, frowning as he barely sensed any particular sliver of emotions from the woman. She had to either be great at suppressing her emotions–or, it was just that she hadn’t had any of them. It was too much of a hassle for him to put to logical thought of why exactly he couldn’t really sense them, but then again, he wasn’t exactly trying.

“But perhaps I might choose to skip a regular class or two just to attend Astronomy, just so I can see what exactly it is about.” It doesn’t help that his eidetic memory makes learning much of a bore for him–Chris finds himself thinking. Hopefully there were some things that might pose a little more interest for him within the academy. “So maybe you just might see me around then.”

Only seven classes huh. “You don’t know that the minimum is five?” She asked as she adjusted her pose and tilted her head slightly at the other. “or are you actually interested in succeeding and not here because you were either bored or daddy made you?” Snorting at his explanation If anything the other would sense some kind of distrust from the woman who had her heart, literally, hidden behind steel. “That’s No Ma’’am by the way, don’t you have any respect?” She asked, a small smirk tugging on her lips as she took in the student. Her eyes lighting up lilac for a moment as she scanned him before turning back to her own light eyes. 

“Well, I hope for you that when you come there will be a spot open then and you can catch up because we aren’t doing astronomy you can find on Google or in books. We’re doing astronomy from personal experiences of an actual star traveler. 

She had definitely sparked his interest though--this fiesty professor with an unusual fire hidden in the depths of her eyes and a absolute demand for him to respect her, the rise of her chin stubborn and prideful. She reminded him of himself--obsessing with the idea of respect and power, and Chris felt a darkening grin spread across his lips as he watched her like, mirth and intrigue lighting the depths of his eyes as he hummed at her words, dismissing them quickly to file it away in the back of his mind.

Introductions….Chris truly hated them. If only his roommate had simply left him alone and to his own devices without disturbing him (he was doing so well before anyway), he would have been so much more comfortable as compared to eyeing the fairy that grew from a small point of a thing that he could see into a humanoid creature.

Ah…I should have just started cleaning my sword…He thought, grumbling to himself as his eyes flickered over the bright smile and soft expression that the other male shot him. Perhaps if he had kept himself even more busy, despite it being a fact that he had been the one to initiate their conversation, his roommate wouldn’t have responded. 

“Chris.” He mutters, dropping his name as though everything could simply be explained with the utterance of his name. There’s a poignant pause as he considers if he should add just a little more explanation other than what he provided the other with, relenting slightly as he shrugs his shoulders, turning his attention back towards the sword in his lap, gliding his fingers over the weapon with increasing amounts of delicate care. “That’s me.” He pauses, realising that he’d failed to give any further confirmation that the name he had uttered was just his. “ And yes. I’m guessing that I am indeed your new roommate.” Silence falls back into the space between them like his trusty companion, and Chris savours the momentary peace with every ounce of his very being.

          The other seemed to ooze some kind of dark and brooding aura that the fairy thought was quite interesting… and intriguing! He did love the mysterious dark and tall stereotype one would so often observe in movies and romantic books. He let out an excited wheeze, more fairy dust came off of him as he balanced on the heels of his feet in front of the other. Translucent wings trembling slightly in the very little light in the room.

          Oh poor Chris, nothing would have stopped the fae from interacting with you shy from not existing at all in the living space of the glittery guy. Vee was ever so excited to meet the new person and every stranger was just a friend you had not gotten to know yet!! “I should have been prepared to meet you!! I would have made cookies or cake- which one do you like better and what is your favorite kind of lemonade?” he inquired, thrilled by the other man. 

“I like none.” chris didn’t know what else to feed the overexcited male in front of him. “none.” his voice pitched ever so slightly, alarmed at the overexcitement of the other male, and terrified at the thought he’d be spending the rest of his days living with a creature that seemed too overexcited and intrigued by him.

"stay back." chris' irises were blown wide as he lifted his hand almost defensively, very nearly reflexively drawing his sword from its sheath instinctively as the fae drew closer and nearer. "I don't like lemonade either. Too sour." it reminded him of his family, all soir faced and shrivelled like dead lemons past its prime.

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♨︎  you seem really chill and I can’t wait to start writing with you!

♕  I’m impressed with your writing! 

✘  I don’t like your writing

✁  we used to write together, but we don’t anymore.

♋︎  I feel like we’re really similar and would get along well.

♡  I have a tumblr crush on you

☯︎  you’ve helped me improve my writing 

₪  I still haven’t had the courage to send you an ask/reach out to you

℥  I envy you for _____ reason

∞  I hope we write for a really long time!

∅  you annoy me

☛  I have something I need to tell you in IMs

❤︎  you are my favorite writer of your muse

❉  I’ve followed you for a long time

▼ I’ve heard bad things about you

with thanks to @jamie-ia for sending this meme to me.

“Shit, dude,” he couldn’t help but laugh at the explanation of why, but he still had that rush of adrenaline coursing through him–so he kept his distance. “Yeah, damn, a drink would be nice,” he wiped off his lower lip and eyed the small streak of blood. It wasn’t bleeding as much as it felt like. The fox’s tail flicked, and he felt an almost unfamiliar buzz from the sudden ‘feed’ himself, albeit minimal. “Thanks for the high, though,” he hummed, brushing his tongue over his own lower lip to catch the blood, “Haven’t used the kitsune side of me in a while.”

of all the things that he had expected--chris totally hadn’t expected to be thanked for the kiss. wasn’t it the right way to respond when someone did forcefully kiss you to either...smack them in the face or deck them? in all honesty, chris had been expecting a rather splendid punch to the side of his face, rather than a laugh from the other male. a punch was something that he was familiar with, and could ultimately deal with, but a laugh-- that was uncharted waters, and unchartered territories. it made him nervous--the feeling that he wasn’t able to control or predict what the other might possibly do at all causing him to shift his weight, his eyes and glare sharpening slightly as his spine prickled with a faint sense of discomfort at the mention of the other male’s kitsune side.

“don’t thank me. I didn’t mean to, I can promise you that.” in fact, chris would rather have found a female’s soft pliable lips against his, as compared to the chapped ones of the kitsune’s. women were more predictable when it came to the idea of lust--or at least, that was what chris was familiar with with all his varied interactions amongst the shadow realm, rather than out in the world with other otherworldly creatures. one could say that for all the years of his life that the young shadowperson had lived--he had little to no proper experience of what consisted of other species and how they would perceive his feeding. apparently--as he learned, eyes flickering over the pretty features of the fox--kitsunes called feeding highs. his lips pursed together, and a soft hurrumph passes through them as he gave a mildly irritated sigh.

         The fairy smiled as he stood in front of the other now, fairy dust coming off of him as he was now a human-sized fairy. With large transculent wings and a soft expression on his visage. “I’m Vee, you’re my new room mate?” He asked, thrilled that he no longer had to occupy this room alone. 

          Where the other was enjoying solitude, Vee came from a large family and silence, to him, felt like death. 

Introductions....Chris truly hated them. If only his roommate had simply left him alone and to his own devices without disturbing him (he was doing so well before anyway), he would have been so much more comfortable as compared to eyeing the fairy that grew from a small point of a thing that he could see into a humanoid creature.

Ah...I should have just started cleaning my sword...He thought, grumbling to himself as his eyes flickered over the bright smile and soft expression that the other male shot him. Perhaps if he had kept himself even more busy, despite it being a fact that he had been the one to initiate their conversation, his roommate wouldn’t have responded. 

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