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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I kinda miss Raven... Could you give us some additional information about his personality or his character? I like that man đĽ˛
-đ anon (if it's not taken)
Oh, sure! I haven't anons with "names" so you'll be first 0/
Honestly, I remember about RSA!mobs completely by chance without any particular purpose. Most often, seeing likes on old posts. So, what can I say from Raven..
He strikes me as the type that everyone likes. Not like Kalim, more like Trey. The kind of reliable-looking student you have confidence in even without meeting him in person. He liked by teachers and other students, both at his school and elsewhere. The perfect kid, but when you think about it, you realize you know absolutely nothing about him.
Not his hobbies, not his favorite food, not even color. Nothing.
He is calm by nature, but this is based on his self-confidence. He is a control freak. Not in the sense that Raven likes to control other people, this part of his character appears in his control over the situation. He needs to understand and figure out what is happening, to know the peculiarities of other people. When something or someone appears that violates this rule, he becomes uncomfortable. He will make three times effort to fix it.
Why is he interested in the reader? Because you are from another world. A sphere that a priori will never be understandable to him. On the one hand, this irritates him, but on the other, it attracts him, like a cat who's touching water with its paw. He is too cautious to dive in head first, but enclosing the volume of "water" in the size of a puddle will give him enough control and confidence.
As little bonus let's talk about a few "what ifs"? The meeting would most likely have happened at the VDS competition, that's a classic. Or maybe even earlier. You would agree to the persuasion of the other first years and went with them - read between the lines, ran away, breaking the rules - to a small town near the college.
Since this is rsa, then naturally the meeting must be fateful. Losing sight of your friends, you would have turned the corner of some shop and bumped into a stranger, who in turn would not have let you fall. Which could not be said about the drink he was holding in his hand, but safely dropped it to catch you. According to all the canons of shojo manga.
After a quick apology, you would offer to buy him a new one. Wait, when did the setting change to the nearest cafe? You were planning to buy something as an apology and go find your idiots. What does a date next week mean?
Stop. No. Ugh. You did your best to take control of the situation. People who could confidently say all sorts of nonsense were the most dangerous. Especially when they did it convincingly. Your experience in college was not wasted, it was not!
Although instead of a date you exchanged phone numbers. Oh well, so be it. The likelihood of you meeting again is very low. Right?..
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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.
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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.
Yes, you see it right. Your eyes don`t trick you either. Also I decided give a plenty time for each one, select route we will be later. Part 1 is here
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Who was it? You would be lying if you started to deny the obvious. Such meetings happen several times a day. However, to assert that there was no âzestâ in it was silly. Perhaps all because of the mysterious and majestic aura around those strangers or it was because of how surprisingly comfortable you were with them.
You strongly doubted that your collision was completely accidental, fateful, as one of them put it. With odds of one hundred to one, you felt their looks on yourself since the morning. There was something suspicious about them: the way they looked at you; the way the young man with silver hair almost made you an proposal; the way the purple-eyed youth reminded you of Ashengrottoâs right hand.
Silver⌠you were not sure you should have called him that. Yet this name was associated with another student, even though they were somewhat similar. You never doubted his sincerity, but that was the problem. It seemed that he chose you as his âbetrothedâ, not really understanding whether it really was. He somehow reminded you of a puppy, and everything would be fine, but you didn`t really like dogs. Such ones gave themselves up to the object of adoration or idols and, as a result, disappointed. A typical trope.Â
Second one, Raven, was too perfect. You already knew from experience that with this type you needed to be especially careful. A vague foreboding suggested that the young man was a hellish mixture of Azul, Vil, and possibly Jade. Although you cannot deny that his manner and charm didn`t impress you. He looked like a charming prince from fairy tales with a couple of skeletons in the closet. Another classic example of a sadistic prince from the game.
The third, Aro, looked calmer than the others, but he couldn`t be discounted either. He remained silent for most of the conversation, idly twirling the phone in his hand. The impression was that from minute to minute he would fall and fall asleep on the spot. Fortunately, this never happened. He looked like a beast in sheepâs clothing, lurking among the same predators.
You really were favorite of luck. Somehow, youâd always been lucky to discover âunusualâ personalities. Nevertheless, in a matter of seconds, you reached your teamâs rehearsal room, and thoughts of three eccentrics faded into the background. You sincerely hoped to take a moment to rest, but fate clearly had other plans for you in the form of Vilâs overblot.
Who would have thought that the likelihood of losing would hurt him so much. However, one way or another, the problem was resolved more or less peacefully. Unless, of course, if you would close eyes to the emaciated Schoenheit and the scene, which was destroyed to the state of âstone not leftâ. Fortunately, a friend of Tsunotaro came to the rescue, or it was better to say Malleus Draconia.
This day exceeded the bar for surprises. As soon as the group calmed down after the show organized by the head of Diasomnia, they were again in for a shock as three princes od RSA appearing.
âA flower growing on the very tops of sheer cliffs, I thought my heart would stop! I would reproach myself for the rest of my life if even a hair fell from your head!â Justin-Silver squeezed your hand tightly and sang praises to you with all seriousness in his eyes, completely ignoring the rest. He didnât see as Vilâs and Malleus`s faces slowly became gloomy, but you did. âWhen I saw the scene in the ruins, when villains suddenly materialized here⌠I almost lost my mind. Night Raven College is not a place for such a fragile being like you, why donât you transfer to us? There you will be treated the way you deserve!â
It would be better if he didn`t finish this phrase, because, apparently, it finally overflowed, so shaken today, the cup of Schonheitâs patience. In several quick steps, he covered the distance, immediately squeezing the youthâs shoulder with force. Seeing this as your chance, you immediately pulled your hand out of his grasp and ducked behind the tall model. Previously, you looked with some resentment at his height of almost two meters, but now it came in handy.
The head of Pomefiore immediately took a step in your direction, completely hiding you behind his back. Even though now he wasn`t in the best condition, the experience of working as a model and an actor didn`t go anywhere. However, it wasn`t he who began to speak, but Rook, who was suddenly appering very close.
âMessieurs, your attention is flattering to us! However, we are not in the best condition now, will you allow us to take our leave?â Green eyes gleamed unkindly from under the hat. âRoi de Poison has put all of himself in. It wonât be fair if you donât let him shine the way he deserves. â
âConsidering what happened here, you are probably exhausted physically and mentally. How impolite of us to keep you longer than we should,â before the namesake of Silver of Diasomnia could put in a word, as if by magic, Raven was there too.
âYour performance was worthy for the rival of the Royal Sword Academy,â Aro looked up from his phone. He looked as sleepy as before. âWe look forward to see the results of the voteâ
Without saying goodbye, Schoenheit turned on his heels, walking towards the dressing room. The others followed him wordlessly, and Draconia apparently disappeared even earlier. At that moment, you felt like a chicken that, not knowing the way, just follows their mother hen. Probably, this is how it looked. Although, most likely, during the preparation for the competition, you just became almost a dear potato of pomefiore`s field, like Epel.
Will we select a guy or go on common route a little longer? Part 3
