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Just a heads up that my activity will commence once again after this weekend as I will be returning home from Uni. yay. so yeah bare with my slow ass ;w;
āwe both know they won't.ā and thats how he ends the conversation of the snails even though he could tell Marci probably had no idea what they were even talking about anymore. eyes glued to Marci just incase anything were to happen, despite his words about leaving him he cared deep down. cared enough to get him home safely and into bed no matter the cost. although leaving him there would make for a funny story.Ā
but heād get an earful from marci when he was sober, so he disbands the idea completely.
waiting a moment or two before answering, his eyes glaze up and down of the male. a sickly sweet grin, not on purpose, engulfing his lips tilting his head to the side.Ā āOf course, but you look cute the majority of the time so, its no biggie.ā shrugging his shoulders lightly as if to pass off the compliment quickly. a laugh can't help but fall from his lips to the state of him, he could perfectly see how much of a mess he was. even without Marci constantly saying the word over and over. but once he realises heās sniffling and could potentially cry, the laugh fades and so doe the smile, but not completely it becomes softer more sympathetic. an arm rubbing the side of Marci as if to give him a small pick me up.Ā
he blinks a few times, caught off guard from the sudden question. and to begin with heās not sure what heās supposed toĀ answer with - after all was Marci really in his right mind to give consent if they did? he swats the ideas away in his mind and finally answers the question. āiāll do whatever you want me to do.ā but he ends up rolling his eyes to the rambles the other was now giving and laughs a little.
its not long before Ru finds himself placing his finger on the others lips to shut him up and to stop him from saying anything else.Ā āwe both know youāll want it the second we get through that door.ā his eyes stare into his eyes before his lips curl into a soft grin.Ā ānow shut up, be a good boy and move those legs of yours.ā
āi dont think they would kill you.ā he laughs out loud a little harder to the others exclamation, personally he thinks that any one would given the situation.Ā āthats right, unless i was to be mean and just leave you here.ā eyebrow raising up before heās clung onto. arms tightening around the other as he does.Ā
his eyes gaze down to meet the gaze of Marci, he blinks a few times questioning it before the words come pouring out of his mouth. and thats when he understands such a look. he sniggers slightly āa mess, yesā hisĀ hand raises to smooth down the loose strands of hair wildly sticking every which way.Ā ābut a mess that still looks cute.āĀ
the kiss fills him with excitement. he had been craving the other for the majority of the day and even if it was a drunken sloppy, Ā alcohol tasting one he didn't care, not even for one second as his own lips pecked back against the others. grip tightening on the other further as the kiss ends quicker then he wanted it too.
a hardly audible sigh escapes his lips when there lips part, a sigh that is easily ignored by the other who seems to have gotten some energy from the kiss- that or it was the drink talking. probably the drink Ru thinks to himself, before he grins to the low-key neediness Marci was displaying from his sudden grip. Ru listens to the words, eyes widening a little as if to allow the other time to fully complete the sentence thats left mid way.
a smile graces his lips, sort of getting the meaning that Marci was trying to get at. āyour home it is.ā an arm draping around Marciās waist, free hand heaving the other arm aroundĀ his shoulders for support.Ā
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[txt: marzipan ābaeā] do i?
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] no. of course i know that, iād be an idiot if i didn't.
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] whats there to complain about, you know i like it
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] sounds like a temper tantrum to me
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Fucking Aristide.Ā Belle always begged her eldest to play nice with the boy, but rivalry was practically in their blood. Their petty arguments never ended well for either of them, but Samuel usually took the worse hits. Theyād been arguing in the hallways after class ā typical my father is better than your father banter.Ā
Next thing Samuel knows, heās being shoved into a locker.
Theyāre the long, green kind leading up to the gym locker room. You could fit all your hockey gear inside if youād wanted to, so a skinny kid like Sam was no problem. The thin metal slams shut like prison gates. Itās dark inside, except for those three horizontal slits at the top to give him a peak at the light.Ā
Heās too stunned to even speak.Ā
Heās back in the fifth grade, being dragged by his wrists and ankles to an auditorium under construction. He remembers how theyād laughed at him as they shoved him under the floorboards on stage, then nailed it down. Heād been small for his age ā an easy target, an easy person to pick on, a kid that wouldnāt fight back. And theyād stomped atop of the wood until he howled so loud, a janitor thought the kids had been torturing some stray dog. That was embarrassing all on its own.
Nobody likes talking about bullying.
Especially if theyāre a royal. But, the other children never really saw him as their prince. Not with his appearance, not with his funny little walk, and not with odd habits that got him called mongrel. He didnāt ā he couldnāt ā bring himself to go back to school after that. But here he was, almost a senior in high school, and itās happening all over again.
Heās terrified of small spaces.
His breath comes in short, fleeting gasps. It feels like his lungs are being squashed ā like the locker walls are closing up, getting tighter and tighter. His heartbeat speeds up, demanding more oxygen he canāt force into himself. He wants to stretch his legs. He wants more room for his chest to heave. Ā His body goes numb, but he feels pins and needles pricking the tips of his fingers. He tells himself that heās going to die; his heart is going to give out any second, and he feels his very life slipping through his fingertips.
But, he hears footsteps that might be his savior. He canāt get any sounds out beyond faint wheezing because the terror is too much for him. Sam slams the palm of his fist against the inside of the locker. Why canāt he get his hands to move? Why is he so frozen in place? Heās breathing hard when he gets his hand to lash out again, hitting the back of the locker faster and faster.Ā
today had just gone from one extreme the the next. too many things were happening all at once and for Ru he was struggling to keep up. it was probably because it was a full packed day, what with the emergency student council meeting they had, basketball practise and all his lessons. oh and not to mention he hadn't had time to have his lunch yet and his stomach was growling.Ā
loudly at that.
but at this point in time he had gotten to the stage where he didn't want to go to lessons so he skipped. he had way too much on his mind to concentrate on anyway andĀ the thoughts are racing through his mind at a million miles per second as heās walking the halls of the school. and he almost, almost walks straight past the lone ling of lockers until-Ā
a loud bang.Ā
at first heās not so sure that he had heard it properly but once the sound comes again louder this time his attention was drawn to the banging sounds now coming from one of the lockers. he squints at the lockers for a while, ears listening to which of the lockers the source could be coming from. once he locates the one the noise is coming from he assumes that maybe a student had gotten trapped, or it was something else entirely.Ā
so being the cruel child Jafar had raised him to be, he waits a while before opening it up.
his feet walk over towards the lockers. stopping a few feet away from it. tilting his head to the side he tells himself that enough time had gone past and he was probably being meaner then he intended to be. his fingers traced the lock and linger for a while before he tugs on it and bangs himself once against the metal. no luck.Ā
āOh no, looks like i can't seem to open the door.ā he calls out, he wasn't done with his fun and decided to make it worse for the poor soul locked away.Ā āyou might just have to stay in there.ā
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] Ā i think i might have a little idea ;)
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] oh. well...
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] right yeah. I'm sure that there is
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] theres nothing pure about them! haha and whatever you say
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] suuuuuuure you dont.
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a smile grows on his lips when he witnesses the other trying to get up quickly, the smile growing more when he realises he's too drunk to be able to stand up for himself. proceeding to move within close proximity of him.
an awkward-ish laugh emits from his lips when he hears the other say his name. Ā however theres a slight tone to the others voice that suggests that he hasn't been chirpy this whole time, quickly shrugging the thought away when the other stumbles. Ru practically dashing over, offering an arm to stop him from falling over, before he retracts it when the other stables himself.Ā āOf course i have, you asked me to remember? I donāt think they would have done much to you.āĀ
the sight of the other as he got close enough to see him properly in the very dimly lit area makes him want to shake his head and drag him back to his room to clean him up. but he knew that cam wouldn't be too pleased especially since how late it was. Ruās eyes look up and down the other males body, lingering a while at his collarbone that was showing a little too much. his hands adjusting his jumper to stop him from doing anything and to clean Marci up a little.Ā
ālook at you.ā he begins laughing a little but not to hurt the others feelings.Ā āyou donāt look fine, marmar. and i wouldn't say i was a knightā he cooās ābefore he does as heās told and wraps his arms around the other to support him, and so marci could give the reward he had just mentioned.Ā
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] you do like it when i take controlĀ
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] wait....Ā
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] Ā you call someone else that?
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] we both know you are far from an angel
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] i sense a temper tantrum being thrown
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⣠itās not you, itās this persistent need to hide. ā¤
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as with most things heās had to deal with since starting school, camās overthinking. itās the usual subject, where to camp out for brainstorming in peace, but he hasnāt had this internal battle inside his dorm room before. sure, itās crossed his mind to just do his thing in the privacy of his room, but the room isnāt just his. before now, camās been fine with finding other places to do his work, places that he could visibly make his own private space for a couple of hours, but he wonders if heās making too much of an effort. after all, heās never actually learned what his roommate does outside of class. what if he doesnāt stay in their room at all?
this point has cam turning to sit on his bed, which heās done maybe half a dozen times since he triggered this debate in his head this afternoon. he can do this. even if he doesnāt end up alone,Ā rufious isnāt an unpleasant guy. it wouldnāt be that painful to end up sharing the space when theyāre not trying to sleep, right? he can look for more places to hide out in the library after heās certain heāll be more comfortable there than in his own room.
but wait, wasnāt he supposed to meet one of the librarians today? or was that tomorrow? or next week? cam sighs, rubbing a temple. itād be a good idea to go to at least tell her heād rather do it another day⦠but if he goes to the library to do that, he might as well let the woman show him the one section of the library he could never locate on his own. it wonāt take long, if it is today.
that decided, cam tugs his satchel back over his shoulder as he gets to his feet. he doesnāt have to fix his lack of social skills overnight. heās got time. with a self-assuring nod to himself, he heads for the door.
a moment later, heās stumbling back into the room, jaw slack. what timing. āohārufious, hiāā
the whole aspect of having a roommate was new to Rufious. sure he had friends and whatnot but a roommate was different. they would be the people you shared the same sleeping quarters or better yetĀ practically lived with. but despite this Ru feels like slowly heās learning the doās andĀ fontās of it all. not to mention he feels like him and Cam had slowly been making progress, even if the other was a little distant and shy (thats what Ru thought anyway). the only thing that bothers him at this point is that they hardly see each other to make any further progress then they had already made.Ā
maybe that would change eventually he had kept telling himself. maybe.
school had been long, and the student council meeting that morning had been even longer. all he wanted to do was lie down on his bed and maybe take a nap, or read or do something that would help to relax him. maybe he would even go do some basketball practise by himself, or ask Jaye if he wanted to shoot some hoops. the thoughts buzz around in his head as he makes his way back to the room.Ā
once he reaches the room, he tugs out his key, turning it the lock join the door and opening it quite quickly he doesn't expect to be met by another male body that was standing in the door way. it takes a while before Ru can register it but when he does he offers a small smile in response to the others greeting.āYo cam, where you off to?ā after all he was still curious where he had seemed to be heading off to in a hurry. all before a small smirk grows on his lips and he tilts his head to the side.Ā
āyouāre not trying to avoid me are you?ā eyebrows raising up at the other male in relation to the question.
Ru hurriedly makes his way towards the back of the library. not quite sure as to why he was moving quite so quickly. as if marci would move from where he was especially when he sounded so heavily intoxicated. but then again, he knew what the older was like and a frown formed on his lips before he moved even faster the the location.
he shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants, moving at a rapid pace, that wasn't quite a run yet but more of a quick walk. a very quick walk.
he has thoughts in his head as to what state the other is in, and it makes him laugh a little bit. Ā that and it makes him feel oddly nice inside. why? he had no idea maybe because it was that the other needed him. or maybe it was because there was something else going on but heās sure to block the images out of his head once he turns the corner sharply. his footsteps loud against the sidewalk as he's nearly to where he has to be. in record time.Ā
turning one last corner, he seeās the all too familiar silhouette of Marci sat or maybe lying in a heap on the floor. heās too far away to tell straight away. he huffs a little before calling outĀ āMarci, its me.ā feet still horridly walking him over to the fourth year.Ā āare you hurt at all?ā
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] yes boss
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] that is.... very true
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] mmmm k. dont throw a temper tantrum. I'm stopping.Ā
starring out the window, thoughts racing in his mind and doing anything other then the school work heās supposed to be doing. that was of course until he was snapped out of his thoughts from the loud buzz, no four loud buzzes that follow each other with a few minutes between each one.Ā
he knows exactly who it is, a. because they had been texting for a while and b. because he was the only person he knew to send four messages one after another. waiting no time at all he grabs his phone and swipes across to be able to read them better. a loud tut escaping his lips towards the last one before he gets up quickly from his seat and pulls on a jumper for warmth against the cold. ironic seeing as how he was used to light clothing to stay cool from the heat from back home.
as he makes his way to the door, he quickly types away a response to theĀ ādamsel in distressāĀ he was going to rescue so to speak.Ā
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] on my way. stay put.
before he makes his way out the door and towards the library where marci was.
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[txt: marzipan ābaeā] might have to change that then
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] lying, lying why you always lying? ;3
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] okay mr. lets change the subject whatever you say
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[txt: marzipan ābaeā] so you are clumsy then
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] did your company get tired of you or something?
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] no you didn't and exactly, you dont know what your on about.
[txt: marzipan ābaeā] where are you? iāll come and get you
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kaspian smiles genuinely this time, loose chuckle slipping past his lips, and he has the decency to look a little shamefaced. āitās true, though,ā he mulls over it, crossing his legs over each other on the chair and he props up his head on his palm. āi guess my bed is too comfy for me to leave.ā he fiddles with his fingers for a while and looks down. āi thought the meeting started earlier,ā he says with a dismissal shrug, eyebrows raised.
just like that, the room falls silent again, and kaspian wants to bang his head on the table. repeatedly. there go his attempts at conversation making, he thinks to himself, and fidgets a little awkwardly in his chair. the minutes tick by almost painfully, too slowly to the point that itās pretty agonizing. briefly, he wonders why they never properly made conversation. it was probably because of how intimidated kaspian was.
he leans forward on his elbows, and peers at the other male. āi guess we havenāt introduced ourselves properly to each other? which is kinda weird because i know you and you know me but we never talked? and we see each other every week?ā he punctuates each statement with a question mark, eyebrows creasing in confusion. āwell, in that case, hey. iām kaspian vestergaard, fourth year,ā he starts with a crinkled smile, and waves his fingers at rufious.
his eyes lock onto the other, studying his features and any actions that he was doing. before he himself rests his chin on his knuckles as his elbows rest again the table. leaning forward in his chair slightly as Kaspian begins to speak. eyebrow raising up ever so slightly towards the others answerĀ āhuhā he manages to get out before he chuckles himself.Ā āto early or too late, no in-between with you.ā more of an observation for himself then directed towards the other.
once the silence falls on the two boys, Ruās line of eye sight on the other doesn't waver and he keeps it up. even if it made Kas feel uncomfortable, thats what Ru did best anyway made people feel uncomfortable at his own pleasure. a trait he had picked up from his father, while at the same time learning that you had to get people on your side. and being a part of the student council was no different. so the silence almost becomes nice to Ru after all it was early in the morning and this gave an excuse to study the other.Ā
Rufiousās attention is changed once the other moves and he tilts his head to the side slightly. listening to the words that pour from the other lips, pondering them for a moment before nodding in agreement.Ā āi guess so.ā a smirk growing on his lips when the other introduces himself āand here was me thinking your name was fishboy, i mean thats what most people call you.ā he chuckles at his joke before leaning back in his chair, eyes still locked on the other. āRufious Abdallah, third year.ā he says before nodding his head rather then waving like the other did.Ā