#samuelia

For fucks sake. Thomas was very unhappy about the chain of events that had lead up to him walking over to the theater on this dreadful Friday afternoon. He had been in a bad mood since Ancient runes where he had sat next to a very gloomy student whose emotions he had soaked up during the class. He had wanted to make a good impression on the new professor but instead he had been dealing with feelings of anger and depression not his own. 

Then he had gotten a text message from his friend Zitao, asking him to pick up his cashmere sweater from Samuel’s office before they would meet to go to the cinema. Zitao was still busy ‘doing his make up’ so Thomas had, sighing, agreed to pick the damn item up from the theater. Where it had been left after, what he assumed, a ‘private meeting’. 

It should be made clear that Zitao and Thomas knew about each other’s little secrets since they were in the same kind of boat (ship) situation. Both fucking staff members, both secretly sneaking around and both being very happy with their current situation. But while Zitao liked Thomas’ counterpart, Thomas absolutely detested the man Zitao had put his heart (and penis) in. 

“Good afternoon mister Ryle-” Thomas said as he walked into the room without knocking. “I am here to pick up Zitao’s sweater, it is apparently red and he left it here after you two.... met.” Thomas felt a little sickened by imagining it. “I hope it is clean and you didn’t get any of your goo on it because Zitao has texted me his outfit idea and apparently the sweater is absolutely essential to complete the look. “ He sighed and leaned against the door frame as he eyed Samuel with as much distaste as he could manage. The white veins around his eyes crinkling up a little as he narrowed his eyes at his least favorite professor in the world. 

Oh this was perfect, Zitao sat in the back of the class, leaned back as he watched the door open and his dark eyes got a mischievous twinkle while he was observing the victim of his plan. Who kept it better together than he had hoped. Zitao kept it together, poker face aside from a small smirk playing around his lips. 

After class he left the room however...

A bit later that day (and lasting throughout the day), random people would start whispering sensual and terrible pick-up lines into Zitao's ear as he passes them outside -- in class, on campus, in the cafeteria; he just isn't safe wherever he goes --, all of which are exquisitely out of this world puns on space and aliens. Only the last one seems a bit confused, because when passing the alien in a hallway, he simply goes ".. Meet me in my room?" before walking on quickly.

Zitao would even after the weird comments who he didn’t know the source of, he just ended in front of Samuel’s room at the end of the day, feigning all innocence as he came in. “You asked for me, professor?”

location:  an uncanny farmhouse with a ‘ ROOM FOR RENT ’ sign

Minwoo was not sure how he ended up in the middle of the land with the theater teacher next to him as the rain poured down on them and... wait a minute he did know. They had been in the theater together and Minwoo had been trying to talk to the other about Zitao (trying to make him uncomfortable, that is) when they found a spellbook and one of them read a few lines from it and they were transported to the middle of nowhere. 

When she had decided to explore the caves on the Island it had been with the hopes of finding the mythical Nagini village everyone kept whispering about. Apparently it wasn't just an island rumor, it did exist. Equipped with enough water to last the day,  various snacks, her jacket and of course her ever present throwing knives, she entered the caves hoping excitement would await her. 

Hours continued of her searching room after room, level after level of the caves. Obviously things would have been easier had she bribed a resident to take her but that was too easy. On the sixth hour of her tour luck finally seemed to have come to her side; from the walls of the cave she could hear the faint sounds of music, laughter and overall celebration. Following the noise she had anticipated a party of some sort but what she saw was even better. 

"Oh a wedding!" She had heard stories of Nagini weddings and just how beautiful they were and now she might actually get to see one!  She steadily crept closer,  brown eyes taking everything in and when they landed on a familiar face she stared in shock - and possibly great delight- at the person. Samuel was here, in traditional Nagini clothing, preparing to be wed. 

Luck was definitely on her side, stories like this would live forever. El

[ meme ; texts from last night ]

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