From time to time I see notifications with likes of my not quite au with rsa!mobs. Also considering that I liked Neigh from the very beginning and wrote fics about him, one idea came up. I will regret it very much, very much, but..
As if, now my old-new impression of the characters is like this.
Here they are from left to right:
Aro, - we'll leave the names as they were originally intended, in order to honor of the original author - the quietest and most suspicious of the three. You're walking down the street, there he is. You went into the store to buy some groceries, he's standing in front of the checkout. You went jogging in the woods, and there he is, too.
His image plays into his hands as many times as it takes. At some point, you notice him in the distance or, on the contrary, very close, it doesn't matter, and you begin to consider him part of the background. Who are you to bother him, right?
A huge miscalculation on your part. Because when he actually approaches you to talk for the first time - for any reason - you won't suspect anything strange. Hell, you've known each other for so long. Even if for most of this "time" he simply existed. He's become so integral to your life that it's strange to go shopping without seeing at least the top of his head.
His constant sleepiness completes the picture. You can't help but worry about him, because he could be anywhere at any time. Not everyone around you is as kind or understanding as you.
He's not like all the other boys around you. He doesn't get into fights, he's not rude - he rarely speaks, to be honest - he's a model child and student. If there was an award called "Any Teacher's Dream", he would be in nominating hall as well.
He always listens, no matter what nonsense or stupidity you ask. You were talking about the lifestyle of snowy owls, so why did you stop? Aro doesn't mind if you lecture him about these birds, even if it started an hour ago and it's past midnight now.
As soon as he confesses, you⌠what are you? It's like he's become such permanent part of your life that you have been dating for a long time. You call him for help. You share with him very first breaking news. You ask him for advice. At some point, you have to wonder if you even had any friends before Aro came along.
Silver or Quicksilver, he is that very child who grew up on fairy tales about brave knights who slaying dragons and rescuing princesses. The very one who will come to sing you a serenade under your window and will dodge flying pillows of awakened ghosts along the way.
The one who will be watching you from the far end of the street, on the opposite side, and when you give in and come over to clear things up, he will drop to one knee and propose marriage right then and there. Ignoring your completely unimpressed gaze, he will look at you with his glowing, childlike eyes.
Getting rid of him is some miracle, no doubt, but you return to the dorm, and there is a pair of white doves with a wreath waiting by the door. Where did he even find them? Are there any companies that provide services of specially trained birds that deliver boxes? What do you mean, there is a whole dovecote of them in the RSA? What do you mean, you will receive flowers and gifts regardless of whether you want them or not?
As soon as you give up on trying to appeal to his working brain cells - you have already convinced yourself that he does not have any - he will jump up and start apologizing for his behavior, simultaneously adding compliments to you in his speech. At some point, you come to terms with the fact that the whole street is watching the unfolding scene. No, you are not filming a teen drama. No, you are seeing him for the first time in your life. No, he is not crazy⌠although, perhaps, people are right about that.
Rubbing the bridge of your nose, you slowly resigned yourself to the idea of ââturning your dorm into a flower shop. The other students began to run away when they saw you in the hallway, as you handed out flowers to everyone you met. When you ran out of people, you went around for a second round. Then a third...
Good luck trying to explain to this RSA prince, one of the RSA princes, that things don't work like that. As you left with another bouquet, you mentally figured out who you could give it to.
Raven. A fine, well-mannered young man. He never raises his voice, always lends a helping hand to those in need. Wait, why does he have such a sly, suspicious look? If you ask him directly, he will put on an innocent expression and ask in response, âAren't you imagining things?â
No, you're not. You are more than sure that you have seen the way he looks at RSA-Silver when he thinks that no one is watching. Your compass, magnetized by all the overblots and other NRC students, works like a clock for such things. You will not let his pretty face fool you.
Exactly, but now you are sitting in a cafe and discussing⌠what were you discussing?.. He has a mysterious ability to bring arguments in the most neglected cases and convince you to do what you initially did not want. After two minutes of conversation, you no longer remembered your complaints about him, as if they had not existed in the first place. All problematic issues are listened to and turn into such trifles that it is worth considering whether you were dissatisfied with something.
He is attentive, always noticing the smallest changes and reading your mood like an open book. You were thirsty, so he hands you a bottle of water. You were thinking about something sweet, what a coincidence, he has some of your favorite candies in his pocket. You seemed to want to eat a certain cuisine, and during lunch he asks if you would like to visit a cafe where it is served.
At some point, everyone starts considering you a couple long before you hear him confess. It's exactly as you wanted it, as well as it completes the picture perfectly. You tried to refuse, but the same thing happens. He turns all your negatives about the relationship into reasons why you should say yes. This doesn't obligate you to anything. You are mature understanding individuals who are taking closer look at each other. Dating someone doesn't mean that you have to spend your whole life together.
However, you get the idea that it will be impossible to break up with him.
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You didn't remember what happened next. At one moment you began to move from place to place, not lingering for a long time. Just as you began to think that you and Justin-Silver could get along, when reality poured a bucket of cold water on you. A statue. He carved a statue of you. You tried to hold back a sigh, but it still escaped, showing how confused you were. Although the best word to describe your current state was irritation.
You wearily rubbed the bridge of your nose. Naturally, the young man did not understand anything, but you was too agitated to talk to him further. If he confessed to you that he made an altar in his room, you would not stand it.
Unfortunately, after Adonis took Vil somewhere, you never saw him again. Perhaps he himself was hiding from Neige, or maybe he just left for work, as he said earlier. Rook disappeared from sight at the very beginning, but you have already got used to his absence to pay attention to it. Given that you could only rely on yourself, you grabbed the hem of your dress and quietly disappeared into the bushes. Fortunately for you, they were quite thick and high, completely hiding your figure inside.
Hearing movement nearby, you turned your head sharply, seeing that Aro was nearby again. You were too annoyed to pay any attention to him. So you just turned away. You found this place first, so if anyone had to leave, it would be him.
"In the end, my help was never needed," came a voice from behind.
"What kind of help?" You snorted, trying to keep your voice down. You didn't want to be found so soon. "Was it there at all?"
The young man answered as if nothing had happened, looking up from the phone, then looking down to screen again, "That's why I said that it was not needed. Poor Justin, he tried so hard."
Emotions finally took over, so you turned around and hissed under your breath, "Is he? Keep your empty words to yourself. I don't want to hear any more!" The blond only looked at you with his sleepy eyes, allowing you to speak out. "I just don't understand where you all come from. What do you want from me?"
Aro did not react in any way, which made you even more angry. He just turned off his phone and focused his attention on you. You understood that if he was to blame, then least of all. You knew intellectually that you couldn't blame any of them. Except maybe for what they turned your dorm into.
"Me personally, nothing," the young man finally spoke up. Seeing your unconvinced look, he continued. "No, really, I don't need anything from you. You yourself know about Justin, and Raven⌠I think about him too."
His answer was not exhaustive, but at least you did not feel the lie in his words. This slightly tempered your ardor. You shook your head. You yourself understood that you had lost your temper in vain, but you were not going to apologize. Besides, the blond didn't seem to mind in any way. He just pulled his legs up to him, taking a more comfortable position.
You glanced at him briefly. Of the whole trio, oddly enough, he unnerved you the least. Justin-Silver scared you with how serious he was sometimes, and the whole image of Adonis screamed that he was not worth trusting. Aro was different. Often, you just saw him next to them. Even then, he was busy doing his own thing to pay attention to you.
You sat like that for another five minutes, in complete silence, which was sometimes broken by the singing of birds and the wind swaying the foliage. During this time, you managed to calm down and realize that you acted very hastily. Who would come to the party and run away from it at the first opportunity. However, the person sitting next to you also did not suffer from pangs of conscience.
As soon as you finally relaxed, you caught barely noticeable steps out of the corner of your ear. At first you thought that it seemed to you, but with every second you were convinced of the opposite. All of a sudden, everything went silent and you held your breath.
"What are you doing here, Mademoiselle Trickster?" A moment later, Rook burst into your little hideout, causing you to jump back. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you watched Hunt stick his head into the bushes. "Sir Prince, you are here too!"
Hearing Justin-Silver's voice in the distance, without hesitation, you grabbed vice-leader Pomefiore and dragged him inside. He obviously did not expect your impulse, you did not expect this from yourself. Pressing your hand to his mouth, you ignored the amusement sparkle in his green eyes, praying along the way that the youth was far enough away to notice. However, hearing the footsteps, this time more clearly, you realized that it was foolish to hope.
"Lady Name! Are you there?" An alarmed familiar voice was heard very close, so you removed your hand from Rook's face. It was useless anyway. "What do you-..!"
The next moment, the branches of the bushes parted again, and there appeared the one from whom you ran away the first time. He looked at you with incomprehension, then at the shaggy Hunt, then at Aro sitting next to him. You had no idea how your company looked from the outside.
"My hat, you saved it! How noble," the hunter broke the silence, drawing everyone's attention.
Now you noticed that Justin-Silver was holding the branches with one hand, and in the other was a hat with a feather. Apparently, when you pulled the Hand away, his headdress fell and betrayed you. Although maybe it was all about the many leaves that now covered the lawn.
Realizing that it would be impossible to sit out further, your trio gradually, one by one, climbed out. Even if you tried to sit neatly, the hem of your dress was wrinkled anyway. There were grass stains here and there. However, the rest didn't look much better. Hunt's hair was something indescribable, and Aro had green leaves sticking out among the strands.
For all the time no one said a word, preferring to remain silent. However, you had nothing to say. Taking another look at yourself, you decided that this could be an excellent reason for leaving early.
So you turned to the hunter, "Sir Hunt, do you know where Sir Schoenheit is?"
"Oh, Roi du Poison had to leave half an hour ago," he replied, but you guessed it yourself.
"I'm a little dirty," you pointed at the dress, and then turned to Justin-Silver. "I'm sorry, but I hope you don't mind if we leave. Even though I didn't see everything you prepared, but what I saw was enough."
The young man who was silent all this immediately turned to you, intending to object, but Aro went ahead, wrapped his arm around him and dragged along. Unexpectedly, the silver-haired prince tried to break free, but to your surprise, the blond was stronger than he looked, "Come on, Silv, you've done enough."
You did not think that he would decide to help you, but soon came to your senses and shouted thank you before leaving. At this, Aro, without turning around and continuing to drag his friend with him, raised his free hand and waved.
I`m working, preparing for finale exam and trying to look alive. This my way to show it as well
Justin
Is it even worth talking about what he will be like as a boyfriend? Overwhelming. In a bad or good sense, it already depends on your personal feelings and preferences. However, I can say one thing for sure, the young man himself will not mean anything bad. He is just the way he is. You can try to soften some of his traits - and believe me, he will try to improve himself - but it would not be possible to do this completely.
Otherwise, I can say that the dates will represent everything you expect in a romantic movie and even more. Sometimes you will be surprised at how suspiciously simulated everything looks. However, honesty in Justin's eyes will not allow you to voice your thoughts out loud.
Perhaps you will visit the RSA more often than usual. Don't even hesitate, the guy will do everything to provide you with a ticket in the form of a transfer to the academy. Agree or not, the decision is yours.
Raven
Whether you like it or not, but every minute, second, you will feel like a catch. To begin with, doubts will visit you. Why did he decide to start dating you? Why did you say yes. One way or another, a constantly knowing look will unnerve you more often, than you would like.
He is perfect. Even too much. So much so that you will have nothing to complain about, and others will consider you lucky. You should, too, but agreeing with intuition will be more difficult than it might seem at first glance.
If dates with Justin are going to be picnics in the wild or a sudden serenade under your windows in the middle of the night, then Raven will go the other way. A date to an expensive restaurant, where you would feel like on pins and needles, but nevertheless surrounded by attention. An ajar door, an offer of a hand and help - everything will testify to his gentlemanly attitude.
It's been five months.. you didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, but nevertheless a new chapter is here! When I finished reading everything posted, I suddenly had ideas for a sequel. True, I donât know how to end the story yet, haha.. ha.. huh part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10
While Justin once again checked that there was not a wrinkle on the napkins on the tables, that all the flowers in the vases were freshly cut, that not a single withered leaf was visible, Adonis watched everything from the window of his room. On the one hand, he wanted to laugh at how he was going crazy, but on the other hand, with a crease lying between his eyebrows, he was examining some kind of composition instead of a statue in the center. Raven expected to spoil your attitude towards the young man a little, but he would still have an opportunity for this.
Turning away, he walked towards the door. This day presented an incredible opportunity for him, and he could not let it slip out of his hands. Not this time. Whatever the outcome, everything would depend on how he would dispose of the information he had in his hands. He was already tired of being in the shadows all the time. Since fate itself pushed him to action, it was foolish not to obey its command.
When his hand touched the cold handle, Adonis squeezed it, hesitated, but soon, driving away doubts, turned it and went out into the corridor. The academy was unusually quiet. Everyone must have gathered in the garden or were preparing for a tea party, which was more like an open-air ball. Well, Justin always liked to do things in a grand way. He had always been like this.
Naive. Kind. Honest.
However, this did not change the feelings of Raven, who lived, learning to share and put up with what you have, since childhood. The brunet himself did not understand why he continued to get in the way of his `best friend`. He did not understand what he would gain, what he would lose from this, and most importantly, whether it was worth it. He saw that the feelings of the named brother were sincere, no matter how ironic it sounded.
If there was one thing he least believed in, it would be love at first sight. However, looking at how much effort the young man was making, Adonis could not find a different definition for what happened.
Such feelings were nothing more than a burden. The brunet, in contrast, knew about the true state of affairs and the duties of the heir. About how a girl from another world with no origin was not the best match for a prince, but as pointless as it sounds, Raven was jealous.
It all sounded too much like the stories his mother used to read to them before bed. About how the handsome prince met his betrothed. About how the knight performed feats in order to achieve the hand of the lady of his heart. About how status didn't matter in those fairy tales. Because of how Justin's whole life was like one of those fairy tales ugly emotion burned from the inside, continuing to grow stronger and stronger inside him.
Adonis knew that his feelings with the prefect could be described as little better than complete indifference. You probably felt the same way about him. However, if he could add a fly in the ointment to a barrel of honey, then so be it. The brunet did not plan a distant future with you, except here and now, but if he became that very stumbling block in the path of the silver-haired young man, then he was not opposed to linking his life with you. No matter how childish it might seem.
Unbeknownst to himself, he reached the garden, realizing this only when he was blinded by the bright light of day. Even then, Raven realized with what grandeur everything was framed, but, once below, he thought that this word would not be enough. However, he did not have time to look around properly, his eyes were attracted only by the guests who came. Without wasting a second, he immediately headed towards Schoenheit.
"Good afternoon, I'm glad you've decided to visit our Academy, Sir Schoenheit," Adonis spoke up as soon as the model spotted him. He saw how he was not too happy to be here, even if his face had a neutral calm expression. "I didn't think we were able to talk. Would you like to go get some punch?"
Vil studied the brunet's benevolent smile, but after a quick glance at the prefect, he agreed, "I hope this punch is worth going for it."
Not a single facial muscle trembled as Raeven mentally ticked the box. Leading LeBlanche's rival towards the far tables, noting along the way how your company was intercepted by Aro. Not the best option. Finding out what was going on in the head of the Prince was always difficult, but the young man preferred to close his eyes to it. For now.
Picking up one of the glasses with a pink drink and holding out the second to Schoenheit, the brunette mentally threw a fishing rod, "I hope you will like it. I'm sure you haven't tried something like this yet: the taste of berries is refreshing, and the subtle notes of mint nicely sets it off".
"Let's get down to business," although Vil took the glass in his hands, he did not take a sip, unlike Raven. "I doubt you called me to discuss the drink."
With these words, he laid it back on the table. Following suit, Adonis placed his on a tray of used glasses and turned to the model. That was even better.
"As you wish, Sir Schoenheit. I would like to invite you to offer to become colleagues," even though such a straightforward way was not his style, but in the current situation, time was not on the side of the side. "I can help you with one personal matter and in return I will hope for the same kindness in due time."
Vil didn't answer, but soon a grin flickered across his face. Much to Raven's regret, only he saw it. He wished he could show his fans what their idol could be, but that wasn't possible at the moment.
Finished with the model, Adonis returned to the depths of the garden, but the girl was no longer visible. On the table where he had last seen her lay only Aro. Whatever he said, it wasn't enough to keep your attention for long.
Looking around the territory, the brunette tried to look out for you. He soon succeeded, but he did not like the picture that appeared too much. You looked too happy for someone who used to find Justin's behavior annoying. Only one question was spinning in Raven's head: when did everything change? If it would go on like this, his plans would go to waste. Before disappointment could show in his features, he noticed you were standing close to the center of the garden, to the composition. Then a thought struck him.
Wasting no time, he approached you, signaling his presence, "Justin, Name, what a meeting. I'm so sorry I was late and couldn't greet you in time. I hope you," he addressed you. "Have a good time."
You visibly tensed, it was clear that you were still unnerved by his presence. However, you tried to smile politely, "Yes, thank you. Everything is wonderful."
He only needed to make a little effort to increase your discomfort.
"Justin," this time, Adonis caught the attention of a young man who didn't yet know what the future held for him. "You put so much effort into organizing everything. I must admit I'm pleasantly surprised. You did a great job."
"Praise from your lips is worth a lot!" The young man blossomed, not understanding what Raven was getting at.
"But⌠can I ask you a question? Why did you decide at the last moment to replace the statue of the Name with a vase?" The brunet noticed how you began to look from them to the flowers. "I heard that it was quite difficult to create. So what was the reason?"
"Oh! A little earlier, I consulted with one of our classmates, a designer, he shared that it does not fit into the general atmosphere. Although I can not deny that I myself wanted Lady Name to see it!"
Not noticing the catch, Justin happily answered the question, not seeing how your look had changed. How you instinctively clasped your hands together.
âM-maybe next timeâŚ?â You tried to keep your composure, but Raven noticed hidden meaning in your words. How highly unlikely you would allow a next time to happen.
After that, you immediately excused yourself, leaving the uncomprehending Justin and Adonis, who hid his contented expression under the mask of exactly the same surprise that was now flaunting on next to him standing.
Amnesia!AU:  Welcome back (All NRC) Circle (All NRC) Sleepy (Rook x fem!reader) and Love is a name (Rook x fem!reader)
Pirate!AUÂ Octatrio x g\n!MC (yan)
MC2AU Nevereverland (yan)
RSA mob interaction: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12
small drabble with Raven (yan)
Raven Adonis x g/n!MC Hellfire (yan)
RSA mob: how would they react at all girl academy
Yokai AU series @twstedforyou Heartslabyul: Ace Deuce Cater Trey Riddle (please read in this order)
Yokai AU series @twstedforyou Pomefiore: Vil
Love Letter series: Malleus Rook Epel Riddle Vil Azul Idia
Rook Hunt x Tenshi (OC)
Teacher!MC au: Forbbiden Fruit (All NRC) At the first sight and At the second sight (Divus Crewel x fem!reader) Unexpected admirer (Rook)
Twst mermaid AU @yanmaresu Ordinary girl from deep blue world (fem!Azul x fem!reader x fem!Riddle) Looping (fem!Azul x fem!reader x fem!Leona) From Fire to Fire (fem!Azul x fem!reader x Vil)
Siren au @smalltasteofhoney Siren`s call (Rook)
Maid au @smalltasteofhoney Most devoted servant (Rook)
Killer au: Exasperation (Rook) The best support (Jade)
Priest au @smalltasteofhoney God`s will (Rook)
Incubus au: @smalltasteofhoney Test of strenght (Rook)
Fantasy AU "Under fantasy disguise": world lore (prologue) heartslabyul savanaclaw octavinelle scarabia pomefiore p1 and p2
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You thought I would choose another nrc student, right? Or maybe Chenya? Nope, i didn't expect this either. I just come with idea and start writing. I was planing put some spotlight for Aro in UM but I don't know when I can do it... Also I'll make his cover later, so here's common one
15th - at a very scarcely visited funeral and 16th - "Does this blood belong there?"
As a member of the committee, Yuu was responsible for touring the holiday facilities, making sure that everything worked like clockwork and other little things. One of the stops was the greenhouse, which the Heartslabyul dormitory turned into a cemetery. Riddle remained true to himself, so the theme sounded ironic like "The Last Tea Party". Walking among the tombstones and dug up graves, the prefect noted the quality of the decorations and the gloomy atmosphere. The girl had no idea how much work had been done, how much more would be done so that everything will be perfect for the opening. It was evident that Rosehearts approached the task responsibly.
Suddenly, Yuu spotted an unfamiliar youth in the distance. The blond was wearing a white blazer with blue sleeves, and the girl couldn't remember which dorm had those colors. After a little thought, the prefect decided to approach the student. In the end, it was her job. The closer she got, the better the sleepy expression on his face and the slightly lost look became visible. Unwittingly, the prefect compared him to Silver, known for falling asleep in the most unexpected places.
"Excuse me, can I help you?" Yuu tried to smile encouragingly. The young man, at her question, raised a sleepy gaze from the phone screen to her. The feeling was that he was about to faint. "From what dorm are you from?"
"I'm ... not studying here," the blond said very slowly, constantly looking around, as if looking for something or someone. "And I..." At that moment, his gaze returned to Yuu. "Lost."
Yes, she couldn't have a day without problems, it looks like someone wandered into college before the start. How he come so far, unnoticed by anyone, the prefect did not understand, but she knew that it would not end well.
"Sorry, but it starts in a few days. Come on, I'll get you out."
The young man did not answer, only nodded and silently followed the girl. Yuu looked back now and then, but despite the dreamy appearance, the blond walked quite cheerfully, keeping up with her. However, the prefect noticed that the stranger tried to keep a distance of two or three steps. This fact pleasantly surprised her, yet in college only a few paid attention to personal space. The girl shivered at the memory of the trip to Octavinelle in the arms of Floyd.
"Does this blood belong there?"
"Huh?" In surprise, Yuu nearly stumbled. Stopping, she looked in the direction the blond was pointing. During her studies, she got used to expecting the worst, but fortunately, "blood" turned out to be spilled red paint. Perhaps someone was carelessly carrying the bucket, but whoever he was, the red puddles fit well into the picture. "This is part of the scenery" At least it is now. He didn't say another word. The stranger looked at the puddles a little more and went on, apparently, he was satisfied with the answer.
"Go straight ahead, without turning," Coming out to the main street, she waved her hand towards the gate. She was lucky to bring the young man out without catching the eye of other students and teachers. For some reason, Yuu didn't want the intruder to get into trouble. "Next time, come on time. Have a nice day."
The girl was about to leave when the blond, who had been silent all this time, spoke behind her.
"He would like you"
With surprise, Yuu turned around, but the young man was already walking towards the exit, not wanting to go into the details of the words spoken. Looking at the him for another moment, she turned around on her heels and go to the opposite direction. In the end, it is unlikely that they will meet again.
Wow, it's only been two months, not like the last three... I remind, idea and picture belongs to @twisted-n-thirsty! part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9
While LeBlanche dragged you deeper into the academy, you allowed yourself to throw glances in different directions. You certainly wouldnât remember the way back, but you could catch the general atmosphere of the rival institution. While various shades of gentle lilac flashed before your eyes, you involuntarily thought. What would happen if you got into the Academy? Of course, you couldn't turn back the past, but probably everyone at least once in his life thought about "if". Experience had shown that you ereno exception. However, again, such thoughts would not become something big, so you tried to distract yourself. The chirping of the black-haired young man coped with its task perfectly.
To be honest, you didn't really listen to his words. He talked about everything in the world, you only occasionally snatched out words like, party, preparation or Justin. It didnât give you an idea of ââwhat was going on, but you werenât interested from the start to feel intrigue or disappointment. You glanced back briefly when you spotted Schoenheit. If there was a better example of 'disappointment' in the world, it was reflected on Vil's face. Although the head of the Pomefiore remained as beautiful as he was before, you still turned your back.
Soon, Neige led your trio into the garden. Recovering your breath after an unscheduled run, along the way, you looked at the meeting place. Now, you understand what he meant. Party plus preparation plus Justin really equaled an open-air ball, as you previously thought. Snow-white ribbons gracefully tied between columns of the same color. Tables with a barely noticeable beige shade of tablecloths were arranged in a semicircle, at each there were three or four chairs. A flower arrangement of white lilies in a ceramic vase in the center complemented the overall picture. However, you could not shake the feeling that it was put there in a hurry. The look of Vil, who was standing next to it, said that he was thinking the same thing. However, it's not for you to argue with someone's design decision.
After that LeBlanche was called by one of the students, to which the young man hastily apologized to you and ran away. Your plan to spend the whole day with him was crumbling before our eyes. Sighing, you looked at one of the distant tables and, pushing back a chair, sat down. From where you were, you saw how Adonis intercepted Schoenheit heading towards you. The sight of him made you shudder. The memories of the studio collision were still fresh. As soon as you thought about how everything was successfully resolved with the namesake of Silver from Diasomnia, a brunette appeared, completely destroying your good mood. Fortunately or unfortunately, he whispered something to Vil, who went with him frowning. You could only hope that Schoenheit was better at holding himself than Grimm, Deuce, and Ace combined, and the Academy wouldn't turn into a sea of ââfire.
âI wish I could hear their conversation,â a sudden voice made you nearly fall off your chair. Turning abruptly, you saw that the third of the company, Aro, who had collapsed behind a nearby chair. More precisely, he sprawled on the table. How and when he managed to do this remained a mystery to you, the answer to which you did not really want to know. "Aren't you interested? Not once?"
With these words, the blond looked at you. As soon as you managed to safely forget about him, he, in person, decided to remind about himself. Why does everything in your life always go awry?
"No..." you yourself thought it sounded not too confident, so the next moment you tried to speak more firmly. "No, that's their business, and it would be impolite to interfere." The young man did not turn away, continuing to look straight into your eyes. His gaze somehow reminded you of Hunt, the same knowing sparks, except, of course, the veil of sleepiness that hides them. However, contrary to expectations, the blond did not fall asleep, now he seemed more cheerful than usual. This could not help but alert you. "Do you need something, sir.... Prince?.."
It has not been known how much time has passed since their introduction that you managed to forget how ironic his name sounded.
"You can call me just Aro, I doubt you remember my, or Justin's, full name." Despite the fact that the phrase sounded quite ordinary, you could not help but catch a note of resentment. Yes, compared to Justin, his name was three times as short, if not four, but you weren't interested in both of them to remember either.
"If you say so," you threw, turning your attention to the garden. The vase in the center caught your eye again. Apparently, you were not the only one who thought so: in the distance, next to one of the columns, stood a young man who shook his head resignedly. "Who is..." you tried to ask, but immediately stopped.
How exactly were you going to ask the question and about what. Nevertheless, the blond lying on the table understood exactly what you meant. This time he lay more compact: he bent his arms at the elbows and rested his head on his forearms.
âOne of the students of the academy,â was his answer. From irritation, you wanted to snort. "He is one friends of LeBlanche, or maybe not, who knows. The question with whom LeBlanche does not get along will be more intriguing, don't you think so?" Without waiting for an answer from you, Aro continued. "He`s a designer or maybe not. I don`t remember." When you were about to find another place, tired of the presence of the blond and his 'maybe yes, maybe no' wording, he continued. "Do you know what was in the place of this vase?" Noticing that he finally managed to interest you, he smiled like a cat who found a plate of cream. "Has any ideas?"
"I'm... not... interested," you said, but your intonation and uncertain tone betrayed you. "Anyway, you don't tell me. Right?"
"What do I get if I tell you?" Now the young man's attention was completely riveted on you. Unwittingly, you felt that he was playing with you, as with a mouse that would be eaten as soon as cat would bored.
"I knew it," now nothing held you back. Rising from your place, you did not even bother to turn around, wanting to go as far as possible.
"You can ask Justin, I'm sure he won't refuse you" came from behind you, but you were too annoyed to stop.
However, this did not mean that you did not take note of his words. Considering how many people hinted at the notorious vase, there was something in it. Intuition tried to convince the opposite, saying that it was not worth it, but curiosity was stronger. In addition, of all the remaining options, Justin was the safest. Rook, as luck would have it, disappeared from sight again.
Moving away from the eccentric blonde, you only hoped to find someone you know before another strange person finds you. Luckily for you, there was almost no one in the garden, which made the search much easier. It looks like you came too early. Soon, you spotted the familiar silver hair in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Justin!"
This was probably the first time ever when you greeted him with such enthusiasm. So apparently the young man himself thought, on whose face was frozen surprise, which in the next second was replaced by sincere joy.
"The lady of my heart-..!" He began his usual tirade, but when he saw your gloomy expression he immediately pulled away, allowing himself just a radiant smile.
Can this be called progress? Looking at the sincere mixture of relief and joy, you become thoughtful. You were stung by a feeling of guilt, because initially you were not going to go. Now, looking at the first honest reaction, you yourself allowed yourself to rejoice. Too often lately, intrigue has been woven around you. It felt like a game of chess, in which you did not feel like a player, but an ordinary piece, moving around the field in different directions. Frankly, an unpleasant feeling.
While the plan "spend time with Neige" went down the drain, the new plan "spend time with Justin" didn't sound so bad.
I just came to realize... last update was 8th of May... My `coming soon` became a 3 month... I`m sorry... part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7
On this day, it seemed, the birds sang their trills more loudly, and the sun shone brighter, warming the surrounding area with its rays. At least thatâs what Justin-Silver thought, staring out the window with a dreamy look, leaning his elbows on the windowsill. It was understandable, because on such a momentous day the `princess`Â promised to visit the Academy. After all, today he vowed to turn it into the best day of her life.
Today, everything should go perfectly: from the flowers chosen for decoration and the desserts served to the combination of napkin and ribbon palettes. Naturally, he didnât do it alone. LeBlanche wished to take part in the preparation, and with him his loyal fans. Surely, from the outside it might have seemed that they were preparing for the arrival of a member of the royal family no less. For Justin, thatâs how it was. Too many dangers and sorrows fell to the lot of his lady of his heart, so the least he could do is to chase away the clouds over her head a little and brighten the tar barrel with a spoon of honey. Of course, drinking tea would not solve all problems, but it would give âherâ a couple of hours of peace.
What flowers, what sweets to put - Raven helped with all this, by some miracle he knew all the preferences of the girl. When he managed to get hold of all the information, Justin did not understand, but this knowledge now came in handy and he didn`t question them. The thought of a flattered smile on the ladyâs face was enough to cheer the young man up. Gathering his strength, he plunged into the hustle and bustle with great zeal.
Even if she forgave him, conscience still tormented Justin, not allowing him to breathe calmly. The solutions offered by Aro and Raven went against what had been told him since childhood and the honor of a knight. Perhaps they were right, and the same methods should be used in the fight against the villains. However, this did not make it easier. Therefore, the party also became a kind of way for Justin to apologize for the impartial actions.
Once again glancing around the garden, almost ready to receive, the youthâs eyes rested on the center. By his own will, in the middle was an ice sculpture, carved by the best craftsmen of Twisted Wonderland. Is he overdoing it? Maybe.
âWai~! Is it a holiday today?â Said the blond, accidentally wandered into the garden.
Straining his memory, Justin recognized him as his classmate - a designer. The cases when they talked face to face can be counted on the fingers. However, taking this as a sign of fate, the young man decided to consult a professional.
âGood afternoon, even if this is not an official celebration, but for me it is. If you wish, you can visit him and meet my goddess. How do you like the design, maybe itâs worth changing something?â
The young man looked around, finally, he saw a standing statue. Coming closer, he touched his chin with his hand, assessing the work. From the tension, Justin involuntarily clenched the fabric of his own jacket, awaiting the verdict.
âThe statue is no less a work of art,â he said finally, turning around. âWho is pictured here? Unfortunately, I am unable to remember the person.â
âHere is carved the one in whose honor todayâs tea party! I am flattered by your high-âŚâ
âThatâs how~ Is that your lover? Or maybe the fiancĂŠ?â He did not have time to finish, the blond interrupted him, not allowing him to continue.
âIf it was so, I would be the happiest person on earth,â Justin said slowly. As if the question had caught him off guard. Shaking his head, he finished the thought. âUnfortunately, we did not meet often and do not know each other well.â
At this, the blond somehow strangely narrowed his eyes and shook head, he looked at his classmate for a while. Sighing, he headed towards the exit from the garden, finally throwing, âIf I were you, I would save the statue for another time.â
In a hurry, Justin glanced back into the center, looking at the big picture. He consulted about this with Raven, who convinced him of the genius of the idea. With a regretful wave of his pen, the young man removed the statue and conjured a flower arrangement in its place. Perhaps Adonis will be perplexed, but those were the words of the designer, he knows better.
On this day, it seemed, the birds sang their trills more loudly, and the sun shone brighter, warming the surrounding area with its rays. It was as if everyone around mocked you, who sincerely hoping for rain, snow, hail or any weather phenomenon that you could use as an excuse not to go. However, absolutely nothing foreshadowed trouble, promising a wonderful day. It was either magic, or all the forces of the universe and the planet came together to provide you with an unforgettable tea party. The preparations for which, probably, Justin-Silver began long before the scheduled date.
At first, you thought about who to take with you, because the invitation, brought by a pair of tits, did not say that you should come alone. However, the closer the day X was, the more you though: to go by yourself. Vilâs status and position did not allow him to be with you twenty-four hours a day, and your conscience not allowed you to ask help from Hunt. There was also an option to take the ADeuce duo with you, but intuition told you that it would not end well. Naturally, the fact that Grimm goes with you anyway was not discussed. You only secretly hoped that Neige would have a day off, and you would be able to pair with him.
Perhaps you were just whipping up the atmosphere by unnecessarily worrying. However, the presence of Raven, with whom you had the honor to communicate in the studio, and Aro did not set up for a quiet pastime. You knew very little about the second, but you strongly doubted that you wanted to correct this fact. You were completely satisfied with the current state of affairs. There was something about him that vaguely resembled Hunt. Driving away the anxiety, you only hoped that you just imagined things.
If you get the right impression of Justin, `tea party` in his concept is practically an open-air ball. However, why `practically`, for sure, it would be so. Therefore, reluctantly, you paid special attention to your clothes. Of course, even if you came in pajamas, the silver-haired youth would still sing praises to you and dedicate poems to you. Unwittingly thinking that Vil would have had a heart attack if he found out about this intention, you decided to wear something more or less suitable.
A light knock on the window distracted you from the agony of choice. For such a long period, you have already got used to the fact that the Onboro Dorm has become a walk-through yard for animals. Now, turning around, you already with the usual look found a small box of light beige, tied with a silk ribbon of the same color. Quite unusual, because the flow of gifts seemed to have stopped long ago.
Curiosity overpowered, pulling the ribbon, you untied the bow and opened the box, which to your surprise lay the dress. Well, that, too, could have been predicted. How thoughtful of Jus-⌠a purple card suddenly caught your eye. Seeing Ravenâs name on it, your fuse immediately died down. If the gift was from your most faithful admirer, you would know that he would mean absolutely nothing by it. However, his friends, and in particular the brunette, was a completely different part of deal.
Looking again at the inside of the dress, you noticed that it was pretty cute. Just to your taste, which was alarming. Before that, you were sent nothing insignificant trifles in the form of flowers and sweets. You can say that for the first time you have received a more âweightyâ gift, the acceptance of which would definitely have consequences. Unfortunately, the animals that brought the gift disappeared immediately. Apparently, the one who sent them was expecting you to immediately hand the box back.
Tiredly rubbing the bridge of your nose, you sighed heavily. Since when has your life gotten so difficult? The thought of your upcoming visit to the Academy once again darkened your mood completely.
