i hear your he-eart beat to the beat of the drum ♡

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i interact from @ari-shipping-stuff, though you might know my old blog. which is now @arisarchived

im an adult! (18+) idc who interacts but if you make me uncomfortable i block freely

i sometimes use #suggestive and #nsfw for horny talk, depending on the gravity. but either way most of my dark or nsfw posts are redirected to my nsfw blog. reiterating, there is dark content there. dead dove, do not eat

my sharing status fluctuates a lot, so it's best to just ask me directly about this

but i definitely do not share my f/os in my mains section (topmost tier of my f/o list) so DNI if we share them unless i followed you first, or if we're already friends/mutuals

random information

eldrxtch, genderfluid, and heartless aromantic

all my relationships with my f/os aren't romantic in nature, though a lot of them might look that way

i have npd! i cannot say im very proud of that lol but it's an important fact to me, as it affects my life and temperament a lot. please be patient with me if i act weird sometimes 🙂‍↕️

things i like! greco-roman mythology, cephalopods, music, storytelling, fantasy, aus (cannot stress enough the sheer length of my selfship au list)

tags

#ari.stuffs - general talking and rambling

#ari.art - drawing

#ari.writing - fic

#ari.asks - answering asks

#ari.mp3 - music

#school tag - self explanatory

Though, he admitted to himself time and time again— every time he came for a visit— it was a rather beautiful classroom. The walk was a little worth it.

It sat atop a grassy hill, a marvelous speck of white from its foot. From the outside, a solid, fan-shaped room with a door at its pointed end. From the inside, the convex wall worked like a half-silvered mirror, allowing sunlight from the outside to pass through and come inside. In the place of the wall appeared a few marble pillars, holding up a gilded roof over a similarly embellished floor. Symbols of stars and eclipsed suns adorned the ceilings above the pillars, along with an intricate quartz chandelier. And at the very center of the room was a pedestal, where a jagged, glassy crystal sat.

The crystal was no doubt magickal, but Beckett could never quite figure out the subtle patterns imprinted in it. If he had to explain, it seemed as if sunbeams bent towards it; almost like a magnet. Even during evenings, the entire room seemed to have its own unexplainable light. Nothing outright glowed, yet the room continued to be warm and light through the coldest of rainy nights.

Thus was the nature of the Sun-Attuned. As far as Beckett could tell anyway. He'd only ever had the pleasure of getting to know one.

The classroom was rather small though. Maybe capable of holding about ten students at once. Another five, if they were willing to sacrifice personal space. As such, very few people had a key.

But, of course, all Beckett needed to do was whisper a quick spell under his breath to have the lock picked. He placed his hand over the knob, the cold sensation of Metal magick brushing his fingertips, just before the anticipated click of the lock.

As he opened the door, he couldn't help the nagging at the back of his head. He, Beckett Harrington, top student of the entire Penderghast College of Elemental Magicks, just picked a lock. For a classroom he wasn't even authorized entrance to, to begin with. He didn't even think about it. All because he missed his boyfriend at breakfast.

Beckett decided accordingly that he should force himself to open the door and keep thoughts of expulsion at bay.

"Arion," He called out. "Are you here?"

"Beckett?"

As he closed the door behind him, he immediately found the person he'd been looking for. And he was laying down on the floor with his pajamas and socks as if this were his own bedroom.

Before Beckett could make his snarky comment, Arion suddenly grinned upon seeing him there. The room turned a smidge warmer.

"Did.. Did you just pick the lock?"

Beckett glowered down at him.

"Not one word about it."

"Okay.." He laughed. "So why are you here?"

Beckett crossed his arms. "The others didn't know where you were, so they asked me to come looking for you."

"Oh, did they now?"

Meeting his eyes, even for a moment, proved to be a mistake. Beckett began to have a sneaking suspicion the warmth was not emanating from the room after all.

"Nevermind that. Why are you here anyway? It's Sunday."

Arion winced, suddenly sheepish.

"I.. needed a recharge." He mumbled. "Everyone was busy, so I tried out the next best thing."

Sunlight. It made some modicum of sense. As a Sun-Att, Arion did harness strength from the sun. But that was magickal strength. Physical, on a few occasions. From the way Arion anxiously twiddled with his fingers though, Beckett surmised that the 'recharge' he spoke of likely involved neither.

Beckett shook his head.

"Sunlight doesn't make up for your supply though."

Arion shrugged, twiddling his fingers. "Everyone was busy."

He wasn't entirely wrong. Beckett vaguely remembered Shreya dragging their friends to Penn Square right after breakfast. And he remembered that Aster worked at her shop most weekends.

"Why didn't you come find me then?" Beckett asked. "It's not as if I'm known to explore. You always know exactly what places I tend to frequent on campus."

Arion began to sit up again, resting back his weight on the nearest pillar as he hugged his knees to his chest.

"You have like three tests tomorrow. You told me yesterday." He mumbled, eyes drooping closed, an air of drowsiness around him.

Which made sense— although the classroom was filled with sunlight, the actual weather outside seemed just at the cusp of rain. Arion's usually-sleepy weather. But Beckett paused before he approached, taking a moment to observe his boyfriend. Was he actually sleepy, or was it something else preventing him from meeting his gaze?

He crossed his legs, sitting down and scooting over to get them as close as possible. Almost immediately, Arion's head fell against his shoulder, pulling a chuckle from him.

"Bold of you to assume I haven't studied in advance." Beckett replied. "Silly goose."

Arion huffed. Beckett pushed a smidgen forward.

"I will always make time for you. All you have to do is ask."

Arion cracked one eye open, suddenly mischievous. "Even at the detriment of your grades?"

Beckett gave him a look.

But it seemed whatever look he had on his face was funny enough to get Arion to laugh a little. The sound of it melted down something in the core of his chest, bleeding it through him until it was all he could feel. All he could think about. All that he was. Arion was smiling at him.

"You are more important than grades, of course." Beckett said, moving to slip their hands together. "You're the most important person to me, after all. I can't find myself denying you anything."

"Mm. I didn't want to disturb you though."

"I know." Beckett lifted their joined hands, pressing a kiss to his partner's knuckles. "And I guess I appreciate that. But you know, you can't always do everything alone. I dislike the idea of you feeling lonely just because you think we'd all rather be doing things that aren't spending time with you... Does sunlight even help?"

Arion hummed. "Well. I'm not tired.

"But no. I guess not. I just.. get time to think."

"What do you think about?"

"I think about how I have the best partner in the universe and that everyone should be so fucking jealous that I managed to bag you before they did."

Beckett snorted. "As if anyone else could've managed to 'bag' me."

He laughed again. Beckett wanted to bottle the sound of it. Even under all the radiance of an already-existing sun, Arion always shone brighter. But here, now, Beckett realized, the glow of his joy seemed different. When it was just them, his smile was different, creating a soaring, looping sensation in his stomach. He felt like deep-sea prey following the light of an anglerfish. But he couldn't help but take pride in the way that this private, soft expression seemed to only be reserved for him.

"I mean it." He stated, trying to cool the winding feeling in his head. "Go ahead and disturb me. Or any of Pend Pals. Do it as much as you want, whenever you want. We like spending time with you too."

"..Okay." Arion murmured. He proceeded to squish his face further into Beckett's shoulder. Beckett nuzzled his cheek against his hair.

"We could go for a walk." Arion mumbled.

Beckett nodded. "It might already be raining outside."