⊰♚: — ⋆ Knightingale

          “I’m not saying it was ghosts…but it was probably ghosts.”

         ⊰♚: — ⋆ Upon further investigation, he would have to agree. There was no other way to explain the phenomenon they witnessed.  ❛ ...Indeed. ❜

          ⊰♚: — ⋆ From across the classroom, he felt the humid chill soaring  in through the window, filling the space with the pleasant scent of fresh rain. Once class was dismissed, Ron gathered his things and stepped through the aisles of desks and up to the window, curious to see how hard it was raining.

          He wasn’t asking Savy, but she spoke up anyway. “I ignored that question on purpose.” Sass falling on deaf ears, most likely.

          As for Skylar, he didn’t do eye-contact. Ron looked at him and for half a second saw blue, then Skylar looked away. One day the dramatic reveal will come and tell all how it makes him feel like the empire of shit that is the stand-in for a soul is being stared into, but today is not that day. So undramatically, he sighed.

          To the sisters, “Guns down, ladies.” To Ron, “We’re going to the carnival.” It wasn’t his idea to sneak out, so he wasn’t going to listen if Ron started reading them the riot act.

    ⊰♚: — ⋆ Suddenly he felt foolish for putting so much of his faith in them. ❛ The carnival? ❜ he repeated, almost in disbelief but this seemed more the likely than his original thought of possible responsibility. The carnival had been in Eclipse for about a week now, tonight should be their last night in the town. He supposed it had been a long week, this is probably their last chance to enjoy the festivities, and thus why they’re sneaking out.

     ⋆🌙°°.❛ —Centipedes have their ways.  ❜ She stated, speaking for Ron out of habit again, but loading her finger gun full arm gangster style with her sister. Ron probably just did his weird melting down into the floor thing again ( more than a safe assumption to make ), there aren’t too many ways to sneak past Chuck now in days. He’s pretty much seen it all at this point. Unless Ron really did turn into a centipede and slipped out from under the door. Scary thought.

      ❛ —Shouldn’t you, I don’t know, be sleeping? Those are, uh, spiffy jammies you got there. ❜ Brah must’ve raced out of his room like race rabbit or something not to have used his magic or something to change. Cherokee, under the constant impression Ron uses his magic for even the simplest of things, she looked to Skylar in a way that said ‘where’s your gun?’.

     ⊰♚: — ⋆ He faced their pointing with the same response he gave the rest of their strange behavior. He ignored it. Though, at the mention of his untied shoes and his ‘spiffy jammies’, he looked down to his attire-- white knitted sweater, dark gray lounge pants, black school blazer, brown uniform boots-- and figured himself a disaster. If he could help it, he didn’t go outdoors wearing anything less than proper attire. Nothing ripped, nothing stained, everything tucked in.

     Kneeling down far enough to tie his boots one at a time, he sighed. This, of course, wasn’t the first time they tried to leave school grounds after dark and it surely wasn’t going to be the last. He may be the step-son of the headmistress, but it wasn’t his place to stop them. He knew, without a doubt, they could take care fo themselves, and he trusted they wouldn’t be leaving unless it were for something important.

         ▌▏: ♚  —- He was finally face to face with the spiritual woman he had heard so much about, Sierra rubbing it in his face that she was able to get a significant other before himself. Kaitlin was not at all what he was expecting.

            ❛ —It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I have heard much. ❜

          Kat didn’t look nearly as insane as he initially thought she would have to be, to put with with the amount of madness Sierra was known for. Or, at least he knew her for.

          Loose hair took the liberty of falling to his cheek, smoothing, silking over his warmer skin. He didn’t pay it care, he needed his hands to the task he gladly engaged. He was at peace, he was happy, a delicate smile spread across his sharp lips. He didn’t want to stop playing this melody, but it had come to it’s slow end.

          His ashen fingers slowed on the intricate keys as the song turned to a lingering chime. Then, it was over. The room filled with slow to start applause. He turned in his seat on the bench, a  alluring smile spread further into his features, those careful fingers guiding that bit of hair behind his ear.

          ❛ —Thank you, and happy Christmas everyone. ❜

                         This just in: Science says you’re a lil’ bitch.

   :: ★ Charming as ever I see. Could I help improve your mood with one such hug?

                         Even stranger…it’s like somehow, some way, this aforementioned fool knows where the fixed seam is on the demon’s magic undershirt and could, if he so felt the need, tell Dillin where it is…curiouser and curiouser.

    :: ★ You forget the best part of our strange discoveries. There is a rumor going around that says, you enjoy hugs in loud crowded places. That affection is what what makes that undead heart of yours beat like a skipping school girl. I was thinking of sharing this finding with our group of friends. Wouldn’t that just be splendid?