#bye bye.

ANONYMOUS . * — ★  lemme smash . tw: sexual themes !

. * — ★  it’s not uncommon for faculty to get restless and carry out the act of getting intimate . this is Hell after all . he’s walked in on a few professors in cramped storage closets when a worried student had told him of strange noises beneath the stairs , and the unadulterated and shameless act of ‘ getting it on ’ in the teacher’s lounge . some stayed and observed . he’s one to gather his belongings and settle down at the library or back to his classroom . there’s a time and place for everything . the academy isn’t a place he’d ever find himself getting familiar with anyone . that is , until his hellphone chimed and he pulled out the device to open the message sent from one of the new instructors .

    oh . alright then . the prince blinks . once . twice . but at the end his brows are knitting together and a solemn smile is coming upon his face at the... rather bold gesture . he isn’t offended . some dialect never translate well on technology . he looks up to find the eyes of the colleague that had sent him the text , prim and proper on the outside . but he knows all too well that looking into those emerald eyes that they’re looking for a way out of what he can only presume is an exhausting day for them . they’re looking for a fling . a one night stand . he feels... sorrow .

    he stands and the other follows suit but , when they meet halfway the royal can only shake his head apologetically and hold his paperwork and folders closer to his chest . ❛     i apologize . ehm , i ---- i’m afraid i already... belong to someone else .     ❜ the emerald eyes understand and they step to the side as the owl makes his way out of the staff room . he’d always been one to make jests . promiscuity never lacking when getting comfortable with a new party . had he led the other on ? his chest feels heavy . but he speaks true though , he’s not quite sure if his first love feels the same .