{;; the hand that sways you; 30/07/2014 ; 6:49PM
{ edward / edward--thorne }
Edward had been interesting enough to stay in his mind. Their interaction had been dragged out, longer than showing the dominant to the main office needed to be, and Neo had taken an interest in him. As the first few weeks of term went by, he heard more about the man; that he was harsh, that he'd made such and such swoon, that he was friends with Everett, that everyone wanted a piece. If he wasn't used to compartmentalising information to take apart later, Neo would have been overwhelmed.
And even with everything in mind, he was still curious about this man.
They were worlds apart, really, and Neo accepted that. But, here at Rinaldi, they were equals. Or, as equal as a submissive here on scholarship could be with a dominant from money. Neo didn't blanch when he saw Edmond on campus. Instead, he straightened up and wandered over to him; smile easy going, although his eyes stayed alert.
"Evening, Edward."













