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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 14, 2017 3:37:15 GMT
Michael narrowed his eyes at him as he spoke in response, obviously not threatened by him. The blond didn't really react to his words nor by him pushing him off. Shit... His words sounded so...true. What did he have? What did Amos have that he didn't? He just scowled at him a little before he looked away, curling his hands into fists. Even the way the door handle jiggled from someone trying to get him didn't set that normal panic rushing through him. However, at the hand that was offered out to him, Michael blinked and looked at it before looking up at Amos in surprise and confusion. Just why would he want to help him or something? Honestly, Michael didn't think he had done anything to gain that hand being offered out to him, yet there it was. He was still for several moments before he slowly lifted his other hand and reached out towards the albino's, pausing about halfway as uncertainty crossed his eyes. Just what the hell did he mean by him having a lot to learn? More importantly...how were they alike? He blinked once and finally let his hand slide into the albino's, just grabbing it as he used his help to stand up. Once standing he didn't quite let go of his hand yet, caution and curiosity crossing his features as he tilted his head slightly as he looked at Amos. "Why are you doing this?" He asked him, his eyes scanning over his face for a possible answer. "And...the gun is loaded for your information." He added as he lowered his gaze to look down at their hands and started to release his grip on his. "Blood is too messy to clean up." He added in a mutter as he stepped away a little and just knelt down briefly to pick up his gun before standing and putting it away where it belonged. "I don't get what you mean by us being...alike either. We're nothing alike." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 14, 2017 4:03:28 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The amount of confusion in the kid's aura made him tilt his head a bit. It was a gesture. To help him up off of the ground which, with the rest of his attitude, Amos figured that he'd jump at. But he didn't. It was really strange. It took a moment for the other male to actually take his hand, and he helped him stand, though, he too was a bit confused at the fact that he didn't let it go. The albino really had thought the other would smack his hand away. But maybe he wasn't really as prideful as he acted.
"Why am I doing what? Talking to you?" He blinked, but shook his head a bit at the information of the gun. Luckily, he hadn't thought to reach for the knife in his shoe, otherwise, that minor scuffle might've been rather different. Amos thought it had been interesting that the other had hesitated a moment before releasing his hand. It wasn't often that he touched other people, and it was actually an act he usually rather hated. But mostly just because of his affect on them. He shrugged a bit and stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans and just watched the other male. "You keep it loaded, but you've never killed anyone. So... How do you know that you could? And nah. Blood is easy to clean up if you know how." Not that he really should be sharing such information. But he had picked up a lot of information living the way that he had.
The other male went on to mention that he didn't know what he had meant. "There's a lot more to you than you let other people see. You're not really as much of a heartless prick as you let, and..." he paused. Did he really want to admit such a ting to a total stranger? Sure, they had bumped into each other a few times, and he had even gone as far as to spit on the guy before for acting like a pompous asshole, but he wasn't sure just how much he could rely on someone like this to know things about him that not many people knew. But unfortunately, this kid would know all too well. "You don't want to do everything alone, but you're too afraid of what will happen if you let someone get close." Damnit. Well, that happened. Amos shook his head and pulled his hands out of his pockets to gather his flute case and put it back in his cubby next to his violin.
"I'd like to say it wasn't always like this for me but... I'd be lying. I've spent my whole life only relying on myself. The idea of relying on others..." He shook his head and removed the violin case, clicking it open and pulling it out. He might as well distract himself in one of the best ways he knew how. Slowly he began to play as he spoke, something soft and quiet. "I said you have a lot to learn, because you do. Sure, you know how to shoot a gun, but not how to take a life. You know how to play, rather beautifully, but your music doesn't live. You know how to get through life, but you're always looking over your shoulder, and that's not living. Tell me. What's something that you enjoy doing? Without being forced to? For me... I love music. It gives me a certain peace that I've never known before... I don't play because it's expected of me. I'm not in this school because it's expected of me. I have the freedom to do whatever I feel like doing. But what about you? Why are you here?" Amos's tune changed a bit as he waited and listened for responses. His music itself was slightly sad in itself, but very good, even if it was completely unrecognizable and entirely original.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 14, 2017 4:53:08 GMT
Michael watched him carefully as he slipped his hands into his pockets where they would be out of reach from him. He listened to him quietly, tuning out whoever was on the other side of the door trying to get in. "It's for my own protection really," he responded in response about his gun. Though he went silent as Amos went on speaking, telling him that there was more to him than just a heartless prick. At the pause, the blond teen furrowed his brows slightly, wondering just what he was going to say. But when those words were spoken, Michael's eyes widened a little in shock. He was speechless as Amos spoke on, telling him more about himself in relation to what he just said. However, as he asked him what he liked to do the blond teen blinked a few times in surprise. "Oh, uh..." He just stared at the albino in what appeared to be shock. He had actually complimented his skills at playing the violin for the most part and now wanted to know what he liked to do without being expected to do such a thing. He was just standing there dumbfounded slightly as the albino played soft music on his violin. Shit, even that sounded really good. He was just full of surprises, wasn't he? "Uh... I... Don't really know I suppose? I mean, I like reading but..." Michael trailed off as he shrugged a little, lifting a hand to put it on the back of his neck as he glanced away a little. "I'm here because I was apparently causing trouble at home." He admitted to him, currently not looking at the albino as he tilted his head to the side a little. "Straighten up my act so to speak," he added after a moment. He sighed and shook his head as he then eventually looked back to Amos, not sure what to think of him anymore. As an attempt to protect himself again and throwing his wall up once more, Michael frowned a little and took a step back. "Why are you asking me what I like doing anyway? Trying to ask me out on a date?" He questioned him, tilting his chin up slightly as he dropped his hand from the back of his neck to his hip then. "Too bad for you, I'm way out of your league. So stop trying to mess with my head, alright?" He spoke to him, glancing over his shoulder towards the door to see if anyone was still out there before looking back at Amos again. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it and just scowled a bit at him as he couldn't really come up with anything else to say at the moment. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 14, 2017 15:40:10 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] A soft sort of smile crossed the young albino's face and he removed the bow from his strings at the mention of a date. "I hadn't really thought about it, but... Sure. Why not?" Of course the other male went back into trying to distance himself from him, throwing up some sort of defensive attitude to try and separate them further. But it wasn't like he really wanted to do it. The albino sighed and set the instrument in it's case before moving over to the other male, closing the distance between them fairly quickly. He reached out and set his hand on the other's cheek, forcing that icy blue gaze to meet his crimson one. "You don't have to be alone anymore. Whatever you're afraid of..." He shook his head and smiled a bit more. "Aren't you tired of being by yourself?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 14, 2017 16:31:10 GMT
The blond teen mentally cursed as Amos agreed to going on a date with him. Well, that backfired. He took a couple more steps back as the albino simply smiled and put his violin away. Before he knew it the distance between them had closed and the albino was before him once more with his hand on his cheek. His eyes widened a little as his icy blue eyes met crimson ones, speechless once more as Amos spoke again. He swallowed as he reached a hand back, as if trying to see if there was anything behind him. "I..." He trailed off, feeling like a damned idiot for being at such a loss on something to say at the moment. Just what was it with this peasant stealing away his words? He shook his head slightly, trying to tear his eyes away from the albino. "N-no... I mean... I'm... I'm fine! I'm fine..." Michael managed out, lifting his hand slowly before he hesitated and grabbed Amos' hand that rested on his cheek. The blond hesitated again as he held his hand against his cheek, his heart hammering in his chest. It took him a moment to pull it away from his face and he finally lowered his gaze. Again he hesitated, as if trying to decide on what to do, before he finally released his hand. "I'm fine...on my own. Always have been and always will be, got it?" He spoke, taking another step back as he lifted his gaze to look at the albino. Why was this...this peasant making him feel so conflicted? He didn't understand that, and he didn't understand fully why he was acting the way he was towards him now as well. "Besides, my taste is way too expensive for you anyway. Might as well give it up right now." He blurted out, mentally kicking himself after saying that. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 14, 2017 16:55:51 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] He was a bit surprised that the other male grabbed his hand, but more surprised that he had hesitated so long before releasing it. Here he had expected to have a gun pulled on him again. But that didn't happen either. The blonde kept stepping backwards, but it wasn't like Amos didn't follow him, letting him continue to walk back until he could push him up against the wall. "Oh? I think I'll have to be the judge of that..." Yep, he was totally challenging him. "Tell me what you'd want. Anything on the planet that you'd want to eat. And I'll get it for you." It's not like he didn't have money. Amos was probably the most frugal person in the school.
"You say I'm not worth your time, but yet, you don't really have a sense of the word. There is more to worth than money. You could find the richest person in this stupid place, and they'd have nothing to offer you that you can't provide yourself." The younger male pressed the other back against the wall, lacing their fingers together. "On the other hand, I can offer you something you've never had before." He paused and smiled a bit. "I can show you how to live."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 14, 2017 17:20:13 GMT
Michael had continued to back up as Amos continued to step towards him. Shit, shit, shit... Why was he coming closer?! As soon as his back touched the wall, Michael quickly turned his head to glance over his shoulder, eyes flying back over to Amos as he pushed him up against the wall. He sucked in a quiet breath as the albino then proceeded to challenge him, telling him to tell him anything he wanted and that he'd get it for him. Just how could he anyway? He was extremely poor, wasn't he? He swallowed as he finally released the breath he had been holding in, fearing that the albino would be able to feel how fast his heart was beating in his chest with how he was pressed up against him. Again words did not come to his aid as Amos spoke on, telling him about how the richest person in the school wouldn't be able to give him anything that he could get himself but that he, Amos, could give him something that he'd never had before. He could feel the heat coming to his face a bit in the form of a blush as the boy laced their fingers together. To be shown how to live..? Was that even a thing? No, of course it was. He was living, but...apparently to Amos he wasn't? "You... You are very...very persistent..." He finally managed out to him as he unconsciously curled his finger to better hold Amos' hand as he was practically trapped there between the wall and Amos. He lowered his head a little as he shifted his footing slightly before he just went still again, trying to calm his racing heart despite how much that wasn't working. "F-fine! Just...one date." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 14, 2017 17:50:51 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The younger male had to keep himself from smirking as he pulled away, turning around and moving to actually put his violin away. He felt some sort of accomplished. "You still haven't told me what you want for dinner." The albino clicked the case shut and moved to put it away. "Anything you want." Of course, he might actually regret that decision, but he wouldn't know until he had an answer. If the ingredients were rarer it might take him some time to get his hands on them. But still, he was fairly confident he could do it. Even if h might have to borrow a computer from someone. Once he was finished putting his instruments and music away, he went about cleaning up the rest of the room. "What time works for you?" After all, he'd need to adjust his schedule accordingly. Did he work tonight? Hmm... He supposed he could take a night off.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 14, 2017 22:03:22 GMT
The blond teen released a soft breath when the albino pulled away, watching him as he went about putting things away and cleaning up. Michael lifted his hand to lightly touch his heated face as he remained leaning against the wall. What he wanted for dinner... Gods, his mind was so blank right now! "Uh.." He forced his blue gaze down to avoid looking at the albino, feeling a bit...flustered for once in his life. He needed to think of something, anything, to throw at the albino. Maybe if it was complex enough he'd decide not to? "Uh... How about Cassoulet then..?" He suggested as he glanced back over to the albino. "Clafouti too!" He added almost as an afterthought. There, that should be complicated enough to make Amos call it all off. Hopefully that is. At the question on what time worked best for him, Michael shifted his footing slightly. What time... Well that was something easy to answer. "What time...? Um... Seven. Yeah, seven. Seven is..fine." He managed out as he slowly stepped away from the wall once Amos was done picking up. Just how had it led to this? From trying to be mean to the peasant to suddenly...going out on a date with him. The blond teen honestly had no time to put up any more walls currently. All of this had caught him by complete surprise. "Oh, um... Meeting place..? I guess since..." He trailed off as he lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck as he glanced away once more. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 14, 2017 23:37:33 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos nodded a bit as the other mentioned what he wanted to eat. The main course would be difficult to get prepared for that night. "Tomorrow. I can have those things ready by tomorrow." Of course, the next day was Saturday, so he had plenty of time to go about getting ingredients and cooking all day should he need to. Amos stood and crossed his arms over his chest. "But for tonight... I suppose I could surprise you." He shrugged a bit. "Unless you'd rather just wait until tomorrow." Though, he was pretty sure that the blonde would chicken out if he didn't do it that evening. The albino pondered about it for a few moments. "Well, you wouldn't be caught dead on the bottom floor like the rest of us, and I have a feeling I'm definitely not welcome in your room so... Hmm. Do you know where the magic building is? The old hall on the edge of the campus? It should be obscure enough that no one will be around. And there are some rather beautiful rooms in there if you know how to get to them. Meet me there then. Seven o'clock. And I will forever think less of you if you're late." And with that, the albino clicked open the door and left the room. Luckily enough, whoever had been trying to get in had long since given up.
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It didn't take too long for him to reach his dorm room. He dug in his desk and pulled out a small black flip phone that no doubt would get his quite ridiculed for on campus, in order to call his boss. He needed this weekend off, which for him was an odd enough request, as the boy never called in. Of course it was granted to him, and they reassigned his schedule. Sure, he'd have to skip school once or twice over the next week, but he could manage that. From there, he snuck off campus and went shopping, picking up the freshest ingredients that he could find. The ingredients for the requested dishes weren't entirely hard for him to gather and once he had everything that he needed, he returned to his dorm. He had just a bit under two hours to finish everything that he had to do, and he knew he'd be cutting it close, but no way in hell he was going to be late. After all, that would just look bad.
Once he was sure that the meal was prepared well enough, he packed it up in a basket and stuck it in his oven to keep warm while he showered and got dressed in something he found comfortable, but not entirely casual. Sure, the the boy in the suit, he might look a little plain, but he didn't really honestly care what the other thought of him. He was doing this more for his own ego than anything else. A statement to prove that he was just as good, if not better, than most high born society. Then again... On second thought. Fuck it. He'd wear the suit after all.
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The albino stood in front of Semora Hall, or otherwise known as the Magic Building, waiting for the other male to arrive. He had already set everything up exactly how he wanted it inside, and now was just waiting for him to get here. He looked pretty good dressed up in a rather finely tailored suit. He looked at his watch and frowned a bit. 6:55. Well. He supposed he'd see if he was stood up or not.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 15, 2017 2:54:27 GMT
At his words of having those ingredients for the two meals he had stated would be ready by tomorrow, Michael nearly sighed in relief. At least until Amos said that they would have something else tonight. He swallowed and shifted his footing a little, glancing away again. "Uh, yeah no. No way I'm going down there... Or you up to my room." He responded in confirmation, glancing back to where Amos was. He listened to him as he spoke about a meeting place on the campus. Oh, great... On..the campus. "Uh.. Sure... Yeah I know where it is.." He spoke as he licked his lips a little and nodded his head. He watched the albino leave and unlock the door, the person who had been there on the other side not there any longer as the albino soon vanished from view. The blond remained where he was for a few minutes before he departed as well, heading to his own room to get ready. ~~~~~~~~ Michael had just stood in his room for nearly an hour as his mind reeling from the sudden date he was going to have with a peasant of all people. His hand lifted to cover his mouth as he finally seemed to snap out of it, blinking as he looked off to the side. Well fuck... He was going on a date. How...the fuck did that happen? He took his time in getting ready, just feeling like he was in a daze over what happened. He, of course, had taken a shower first and then had an internal struggle on what to wear. Sure he could dress casual, but maybe if he dressed as he usually did that would make Amos not want to carry on with the following date the next night. Right? He shook his head and just proceeded to dress in one of the several suits he had available to him. Once dressed he set to fixing up his hair, freezing halfway as he stared at himself in the mirror. "What are you doing..?" He muttered to himself, just staring at his appearance in the mirror. He took in how nice he looked, appearance wise of course, and swallowed a little. Right... He couldn't be late. He pulled his gaze away from the mirror and went to finish getting ready, soon leaving his dorm and doing his best to not really be seen as he made his way over to the designated meeting point. ~~~~~~~~ Michael had actually gotten there with ten minutes to spare, but had begun to get cold feet and just remained out of view with yet another internal conflict going on. Why was he stooping so low as to going on a date with a peasant? It wasn't like he had anything to really offer him... He'd been cornered! That was the only reason why he'd agreed, because he was cornered... Yeah, that was it. He sighed and checked the time on his phone, taking note of the time - 6:55. Now or never. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath to steel his nerves, slowly releasing it after a moment before he opened his eyes and walked into view and began to approach the albino he spotted in front of the building. His steps slowed the closer he got to the albino male, a small look of surprise crossing his features as he saw how he looked. He honestly decided to dress as nice as he did currently for...him? He stopped a foot away from Amos and blinked as he looked over him silently for a few moments before he just kept his eyes on Amos' face. "You look...nice," he spoke finally before he could really think about it. Well, that just happened. He glanced away and lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck, shifting his footing slightly. "Um... Did I keep you...waiting long?" He asked after a few moments, glancing back to Amos again. He was nervous, gods he was nervous. A date... With a peasant. But why he, Amos, was doing all this or even agreeing to it was beyond him. Just...what would happen? "S-so... Um... Shall we?" He questioned as he gestured towards the building. At least he hoped it was in there because he honestly just figured it was since this was where they were meeting anyway... Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 15, 2017 3:16:31 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Another minute or so went by before the blonde finally came into view. A small smile crossed his face as he removed his hands from his pocket and bowed a bit. What could he say, he was polite. A small chuckle came from him at the compliment that he really hadn't been expecting, a small blush creeping into his cheeks. "Heh, thanks. You look, pretty good yourself." He stepped to the side and waved passed him, ushering the blonde towards the building. "No, I was just early because I had quite a lot to set up." He shrugged and followed him into the building, making sure to open the door for him. Hey, this was supposed to be a date right?
The albino ushered him around the building, putting his hands in his pockets for now, opening doors whenever he needed to. It only took a few minutes for them to come to... A wall. A blank damn wall. Amos shrugged. "Well, we're here." Of course, he hid the fact that he was joking for a few moments just to see the blonde's reaction before he shook his head. "I'm kidding. Well. Sort of." He put his hand over on the wall and pressed one of the bricks in, watching the wall slowly move aside brick by brick. "Through here." Of course, it was a bit dusty and rather dark, but still, the albino climbed over the bricks and offered his hand for the other to help lead him through. "Just trust me. It's worth it."
After he managed to pull the blonde through the wall, he kept holding onto his hand, and used his free one to touch the wall, as it was quite dark. "This has to be my favorite place on campus. Just a little farther." After another short bit, light could be seen, and eventually, the small cavern like tunnel they wandered through opened up into a cave. But not just an average cave. In the center of it stood a brilliantly glowing white tree, small petals floated to the ground, yet never seemed to actually touch it. There was water trickling down against dull glowing stones towards the edges of the cavern, and small circles of light floated around the room, no bigger or brighter than fireflies. Amos smiled over at the other male as he made his way towards a blanket with the basket, an ice bucket with wine chilling in it, and a few pillows that were clearly stolen from one of the upperclass dorm rooms. But hey, it had to be fancy right? "Come on, have a seat. No one will bother us here, because almost no one knows it exists."
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The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house Running from my past I'm praying feet don't fail me now!
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Umbralkinesis
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'Let the darkness consume you...'
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Second Year
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 15, 2017 4:27:54 GMT
Michael entered the building when Amos had opened the door for him, the blond teen muttering a thanks to that. He briefly glanced over his shoulder to try and see if anyone was watching them but they were alone. He walked along with the albino as he ushered him about the building, keeping his hands to himself and trying to not be too close to the albino. Every now and then the albino had opened the door for him, making the blond feel a bit flustered whenever he did that. However, when they came to a blank wall Michael just stared at it and blinked once. An unamused expression then crossed his features, feeling as though this was just some joke. "You've got to be kidding me..." He uttered out as he turned his head to scowl at the albino then. He narrowed his eyes as he watched Amos go over to the wall, crossing his arms then as the albino was going to do whatever it was to the wall. Though he blinked when he pressed in a brick, the wall soon slowly moving aside. His unamused expression turned to that of caution as he glanced at the dusty and dark opening. Just what was he planning..? Of course, the albino climbed over the bricks and soon offered out his hand to him. Michael was hesitant but he slowly approached and glanced at his hand and then to Amos as he told him to trust him. He sighed and eventually grabbed his hand, accepting his help into the dark space. "You're not going to kill me, are you?" He questioned him a little, the question more of a rhetorical one as he continued to hold Amos' hand as he led the way down the dark tunnel. Just where were they going? After a short bit, though, a light came into view and Michael widened his eyes a little in what could only be described as awe when the cavern like tunnel they were traveling through opened up to a cave with a brilliantly white tree taking root in the middle of it. Small petals floated about the ground while water could be seen trickling down against dull glowing stones. Michael was speechless as he looked at everything within the cave, letting himself be led over to a blanket with a basket and an ice bucket with wine chilling in it, some fancy pillows also there as well. At his words, Michael blinked and looked at him. "If barely anyone knows this place exists... How did you come across it?" He asked him, hesitating before he released his hand and took a seat on the blanket. He turned his head away to look at the floating lights dotting the cave, just taking in how everything looked. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before and it was just simply...beautiful. "What made you choose this place...?" He asked him after a moment, not yet looking at him as he drew a leg up and rested an arm around his knee. "It's...beautiful. I've never seen anything like this." He admitted after a few moments, tilting his head back to look up a bit to see how far those little balls of light went. After about a minute he finally lowered his gaze and returned it to Amos, tilting his head to the side slightly. He then blushed slightly and lowered his gaze, lifting his other hand to run it through his hair and slightly mess it up without meaning to. "Um... So what's in the, uh, basket..?" He asked, as if trying to hide the fact that he had been so in awe with how everything looked. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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user is offline ●
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Aura Manipulation
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Things like absolute, never, and always don't exist. Please don't lie to me and say them.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 15, 2017 5:04:04 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos decided to take a seat and proceeded to get the food set up for them, taking out a few plates which were magically still warm. Okay, so he had asked for Luka's help, but that kid was some sort of fucking miracle worker, and he often took advantage of that. "Well, Luka found it, after I saved his tiny ass from Rishe, he showed me. I needed a quiet place to study since my neighbors were being very fucking loud, so, he brought me here. I don't really know if he's shown anyone else, but it's not like he has a ton of friends." The albino shrugged a bit and set a covered plate in front of the other male and set up a glass for him.
"I just like it here is all. It's always so... Calming." A small smile came across his face for a moment before he busied himself setting up silverware. Amos made eye contact with the other male and shook his head a bit as his gaze was dropped and a blush crossed the other male's face. "Ahh!" Of course he had been distracted enough by this place the first few times he came, he couldn't really expect the other male to notice things being set up right away. The albino pulled off the cover to the plate and made sort of motion. "Filet mignon in... A secret sauce. Stuffed mushrooms, though. I wasn't sure if you liked mushrooms so.. I made broiled lobster tails in butter sauce too. I always think red meat and seafood goes together." Again he shrugged a bit, but the meal displayed had the feel of something that would be served at a five star restaurant, except the portions were rather generous for that sort of thing. "I mean. I'm sure you've probably had better, as I had to grab whatever the butcher had, and he's a little behind on top orders like this. But the lobster is fresh, just caught this morning." He paused and pursed his lips together a bit as he sat back. "Is it... Acceptable?"
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The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house Running from my past I'm praying feet don't fail me now!
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Male
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Fear Manipulation
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'Let the darkness consume you...'
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Creeps
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Second Year
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 15, 2017 5:53:48 GMT
The blond teen blinked as he finally took notice of the food that had been set out already, listening to Amos tell him what he had made for them to eat. He nodded a little in response to his words, silent as he was just impressed with how much effort he had put into all of this. After a few moments he released a breath and shook his head, leaning back on one hand a bit as he looked at Amos once more. "How did you do all of this? Surely you had some help?" He spoke, looking back down at what was all set out for them both. He shook his head again and a small smile crossed his features finally, a genuine smile in the presence of the albino. He then looked back to Amos with that smile still on his face, just feeling so...relaxed with where they were. "It's acceptable, Amos." He told him with a nod of approval, making eye contact with the albino once again. A few moments passed and he cleared his throat a bit before he looked away, a hand lifting to rub the back of his neck once more. "Um... Luka... Uh... I'm glad he showed you this spot..." He mumbled, licking his lips a little. He glanced towards his poured glass of wine and picked it up, soon lifting it to his lips to take a few sips from it. Gods he didn't know what to do really, and it wasn't like he was a people person all that much anyway. "What...really made you want to go on a date with someone like me?" He asked him eventually as he looked down into his glass, carefully swishing the wine inside it without spilling it. "I mean... We never got off on the right foot anyway... I've been mean to you and all too." He spoke, not lifting his gaze yet as he shifted his mouth to the side slightly. "What changed..?" He asked after lapsing into silence for a few moments, that question mainly for the both of them as even he was still caught by surprise by all of this. From hating the albino to...this. Just what happened? "You.. You make me feel so conflicted. I don't know what to do and it drives me mad that there is nothing I can do about it. How can I feel like this after only bumping into you every now and then but even then the occasions we've spoken were filled with mean words?" He blurted out, unable to really bite that back as he then sighed and set his glass down carefully. He lifted his gaze to look at the cave once more, just taking the sight in again. "A part of me just can't help but feel as though you're playing me... To make me look and feel like a fool. I mean... Why would anyone go through so much effort for someone like me anyway? I'm not a likable person... I've tried my hardest to stay true to what I've been taught and to not get close to people... So why?" Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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