Patrick Alejandro Blanco-Smythe

You know you don’t have to have an excuse for us to hang out, right? You can  knock on my door any time you like, event or not. My place is fine. I’ll wait for you there after class.

You're right. There's no nowhere saying we can't. So yes, let's do it. Would you like to meet me today after class?

Sang followed Patrick as hey moved onto the field, watching the man and his mannerisms while they went. Walking, he allowed Patrick the room to talk, to ask whatever he wanted. Sang had never been the most talkative of people, and especially not in the presence of a Dominant, and another royal. Overall, he just wanted to follow the man’s lead. 

Nodding his head, Sang considered Patrick’s question, his eyes focusing on a point ahead of them on the track as he thought. “That’s a good question, Sir. I do a lot of reading, and studying. Cleaning and organizing. I also play the cello. I have since childhood. I admittedly do not have quite as much time for it as I used to, but I do still love it.” Sang sipped his water once he’d finsihed speaking, mind turning while he considered a question for the other man. “What do you miss most about Spain?” He asked. 

Patrick looked to the side to where Sang walked beside him, wanting to keep his focus on the man while he seemed to be thinking about the question he had just asked him. He was about to tease him about all those things he mentioned at first, seeing that they were things that you actively did at the school, but the moment he mentioned he played the cello, that he had done since an early age and that he still loved doing it, his attention shifted to that topic. “You do? That’s amazing! I would love to hear you play sometime, if that’s okay with you, of course.” He drank some more coffee before continuing. “I play the piano a bit myself, but somehow I think that not as good as you play the celllo.”

About twenty minutes after their conversation Sang set out to the coffee shop on campus, picking up Patrick’s requested drink and a water for himself, before heading for their designated meeting place. Patrick hadn’t yet arrived, but Sang didn’t mind, and he waited patiently until his saw the man approaching. 

“Hello, Sir.” He greeted, bowing his head before passing Patrick his order. “Your coffee, Sir.” Sang gave things a moment, looking around at the possibilities for walking. “I’ll follow you, Sir, wherever you would like to walk. My understanding is that we are supposed to ask each other questions, and get to know each other a little better. I’m willing to answer any question you have Sir.” Nodding, he stopped speaking again, wanting to give Patrick the option to start.

As he made his way up the path that led to the sports field he spotted Sang already waiting for him where they had agreed to meet, and it wasn’t long before he was walking up to him, nodding his head a bit as they were finally standing next to each other. To him, it was a natural way to salute someone who was also a royal like himself, even if the other was a submissive. Such things were always embedded in his mind. “Hello yourself, Sang! Oh, perfect. Thank you” he said as he took the cup from his hand carefully. He took a small sip of the hot drink and hummed in approval. “Yes, of course. This way” he said, waving his free hand to where the door was, and they entered the field. 

PM: Good evening, Sang. That we have, I just checked on the list right now. I'm honestly excited about this too. Would you like to take a walk with me tonight? I can even throw a coffee order for you, if you tell which one that is. We could meet down by the track field, take advantage the weather it's a bit less cold right now. What do you say?

Good chilly, winter afternoon, you lovely lamb-like children of mine, I know the lot of you have been waiting faithfully with a fervor I can only call religious for the moment that I grace you all with more of the divine word that are my thoughts on campus events. Since the lot of you can’t seem to find the inbox button on your own, I’ll go ahead and prove that I don’t need any of you to do my job. 

Let’s dive right in like 90% of you were doing last night, shall we?

I think we’ve all seen and read what the “professional journalist” had to say and quote as The Academy’s most prevalent events, but of course I am here to differ; not beg to differ, I’d never beg, just differ. 

Vic and Roderick are a good place to start, with that public serenading. What do you think you boys are, peacocks? Swans in swain? “ Last night a little dancer came dancin’ to my door“ sounds like sex to me, people.

Speaking of public serenades, Ross and Blake come to mind. Did anyone else catch that not-so-private 1x1 concert in the halls? 

Lillian and Ashton & Eleanor and Kady; Lions and tigers and bears, oh my. This one is a fun one. It’s no surprise that our resident Perfect Princess has a flock to lead and a flock of suitors. Ashton was no surprise, that old fling started back up instantly. Though with their opposite ideals, it’s hard to see how they got started and how it’ll continue. Lillian’s return has brought the softer side of Sears out of her. Kady is the Monster Domme that hits all of the buttons for the type of Domme Eleanor would go for and it looks like Kady has her eye on her. 

Dallas and Johnny are boring, but there’s got to be a reason why they’ve kept themselves locked up and so private. A secret meth lab? 

Two-Bit and Adrian are an interesting development, and one I have to admit my psychic third eye did not predict. Me not knowing absolutely everything at all times, even before it ends, is a once in a lifetime event so drink it up.

Omar & Patrick & Theo – this is another messy one. Omar and Patrick clearly have unaddressed history that keeps being brought up and swept away. Theo came in and showed Omar what interest in a person looks like and now they’re official, but is Patrick done? From what I hear out of Spain, he doesn’t usually take “I have a boyfriend” for an answer and if he actually wants someone, he fights for them. And he fights xxx dirty. 

Nick and Harold; cute but another quiet couple aside from the strange, strange fact that Harold almost killed Nick. But that’s none of my business– except for when I want it to be. 

Speaking of weird, Nick and Hunter both disappeared the moment they officially got together. I think they formally melted together as one. If you see Optimus Prime on campus and look deep into his robotic eyes, you might see a twinkle of what was formerly known as Nick. Or perhaps Hunter.

Gabriel and Gigi; more history has been had here, not that Gabriel remembers it, stay tuned. I bet Nikolai is fuming, and also pretty mad at himself for picking an absentee blonde that seems to have ditched out on him for a second time over the one that’s actually present. 

Alice and Jules, it’s a good thing Alice has a good head on her shoulders, that one likes trouble and has no problem searching it out. 

Parker and everyone– who here doesn’t have a love story with Parker St. James? I myself was able to sneak into his room a few nights ago with my man suit on and we played a few rounds around the hole. 

Lucas and Madison. Now onto the couple that isn’t– Are they really a couple though? Madison seems to have disappeared.

I have one thing to say to all of you, especially those of you in those weird little love triangles, and that is may the best and most powerful musk ox win. If you’re not on the list, I didn’t notice you. Try harder. I hear streaking was in a few months ago.

Maybe.

I know it might sound silly, but I've always wished I could see the New Year time at every possible timezone. To get on a private plane, and start at the furthest spot on the planet where the New Year comes first, and just fly around the world as every timezone sees the New Year in. And it would be even better to have this crazy whole day journey with someone, and to feast and celebrate, and fuck a lot, and above every country we fly over. That would be something to remember.

"I feel your eyes are seeing through my soul."