Sweetest Tongue

Holds sharpest tooth. Student at Harvest Academy.

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A Cure for Boredom | Raeger & Klaus

@bxtch-peas

Mathematics weren’t… quite an interest for Klaus, though it was a subject that came easily to him. Even transferring after the start of year posed little obstacle in catching up with the work. On his part, calculous required more time than effort when it came to completing the homework and assignments. As for the class itself?

Boring.

Klaus rested his chin on his palm and gazed idly ahead as the teacher droned on about some application or another. As much as the poor man tried to keep the lesson engaging, there was nothing to be done about students who already understood the chapter and were forced to sit through long explanations of concepts they already grasped. Stifling a yawn, Klaus turned his attention toward the window, watching as the wind played with the leaves and sun blooming on the branches of the tree outside. How he wished he could be out there right now. Nature’s dance seemed to have an almost hypnotic effect.

Clink. 

If Klaus had the ears of an animal, they would’ve perked as his acute hearing picked up on a small sound coming from the left of him. Breaking his attention, he looked down with a blink and found a pencil rolling toward his feet. In one motion he leaned to the side and swiped it up, scanning the room in search of whoever may have dropped it. It took only a few seconds to meet eyes with the boy who sat next to him. Klaus smiled. 

“I believe this might be yours,” he said, though he made no action to return it. Not yet. Sometimes one must alleviate their own boredom.

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Partners | Chelsea & Klaus

@wildfireisms​

Partners. 

Klaus disliked perpetuating that he was some sort of lone wolf (his stature alone already intimidated some), but… at times he couldn’t help it. He hated any kind of group assignment. Control—of the study schedule, of the quality of their presentations, of the general direction the assignment went—was always something he found difficult allotting to others. Put simply, the best way was usually his way. Klaus possessed a work ethic and attention to detail that most of his peers lacked or even found frustrating. So the best course for him was to branch out in his own direction, which he never minded as solitude bred success.

Partners. 

Chemistry happened to be a subject Klaus felt particularly fond of. As his mother was a chemist, the idea of mixing compounds and elements to create something new fascinated him. Even as a boy he dreamed of the day he could hone his own beakers and take part in experiments. Chemistry required attention, thought, thoroughness, and precision. With these words echoing in his head, he turned to the girl next to him, her red bandana bright like a fire end eyes alight with equal recklessness. Chelsea. Well-known for having little care toward her classes, not to mention the cause of several overflowing tubes and small explosions. 

Partners.

Klaus took a deep breath through his nose, finally addressing her. 

“It seems that we’ve been paired for this assignment,” he said. “We shall begin by reading our packet then procuring the necessary safety equipment.” Yes. That seemed reasonable enough. No room for argument. Gradually he’d assert dominance over the project, and eventually she’d just sit back allow him to do the bulk of the work. No bickering, no accidents, no interruptions. He didn’t wait for her answer as he flipped the packet open, eyes skimming over the words.

“Why don’t you fetch the goggles and gloves?” A menial task like that would surely keep her occupied and make her feel as if she actually contributed.

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Solo for Two | Klaus & Electra

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Slender fingers fell like raindrops upon strings, the violin in Klaus’ hands singing with each stroke of his bow. Body swaying slightly, he kept his eyes shut as his ears followed each note up and down with intensity—as if he may never hear this melody again. Each emotion of the piece played on his face: in the furrow his brows, in the tension of his lips. A private drama no one would see, as he currently had no roommates to witness his concert. 

But four walls and a door couldn’t hide his playing. Klaus’ music was loud, one of the few times he allowed himself to be unrestrained. These instants when he could let everything go, to simply allow his body to become a vessel for not only feelings, but feelings so much greater and more beautiful than himself, they brought both a source catharsis and a source of peace. 

As he dragged out the final note, his eyes slowly opened, and Klaus was nearly surprised to find himself not in the music room of his home, but in the Harvest Academy dormitories. A small sigh escaped through his nose. For a merciful moment he’d forgotten where he was. How he missed those days where he’d play the violin while Scarlet sat beside him, accompanying with piano. He’d be back again soon, he assured himself as he placed his instrument back in its case. He had no time for homesickness. 

Glancing at the clock in the room he saw it was nearly lunchtime. No use starving himself while he was here. While he certainly found the food back home preferable, the meals served at school were by no means horrendous. Seeing as it was the weekend, perhaps he could even dip into his pocket change and buy something from one of the shops or off-campus… 

With one swift motion Klaus opened the door, barely keeping himself from colliding with the person already standing there. He stepped back as his eyes widened in a rare expression of shock. He didn’t expect anyone, much less a young woman--one of his classmates and neighbors. He didn’t recall her name, but her light blue hair, shining like sea-gem, was instantly recognized. 

“Ah, hello,” he greeted, leaning forward slightly and smiling as he regained his composure. “Can I help you with something?” 

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Perfume | Freya & Klaus

@lovelycitrusperfume

Long lashes shielded honey eyes as Klaus wove his fingers behind his head. Under the shade of a tree, he could pass for sleeping, though his senses were anything but unaware. Ears tuned in to gentle rustle of leaves, skin pricking as the wind carried the dewy scent of green on it. Grass swayed, birds chirped, and when he heard the sound of dainty footsteps only a few feet away, he knew it required no reaction from him. Beyond just non-threatening, they were quick and steady, likely not stopping where he spread himself out. Klaus planned to ignore the person completely, until the wind blew again, and another smell cut through the fresh summer air. 

Sharp and sweet, he detected a note of lemon, along with peonies and another type of flower he couldn’t quite recognize from such brief exposure. One eye opened with interest, then another. As his irises caught the sun they seemed to shin yellow, his pupils honing in on the subject of the fragrance. A young lady stood not far from him, hair a deep gold and eyes a shade a blue that seemed to reflect the sky above. She was a stranger to him… yet he thought he might know her from somewhere. Perhaps they shared a class or two? But certainly, being a new student, they’ve never had the chance to speak. Until now. 

“Good afternoon, Miss Freya,” Klaus said while he sat up, surprised to find her name rolling off his tongue just as he needed it. It appeared she made some sort of impression on him after all, for him to suddenly recall it in the nick of time.

“If I may be so bold to ask, what is the perfume you’re wearing? It smells lovely.” He offered a smile along with his question, hoping that might coax her to share.

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Activity Check (07/01/17)

Passed! 

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Tour Guide | Johny & Klaus

@sunnyshutterbug

Late nights were preferred to early mornings. Klaus found his mind worked best in the calm of evening, after most people retired to bed. The cool air, the glow of lights, and the silence accompanied by a feeling of being the only person awake put him at just the right level of ease which allowed him to hone his focus. 

Of course, no school would understand that. Harvest Academy (like most establishments) built schedules that antagonized people like him. However, while Klaus often worked deep into the dark hours regularly, with proper motivation, dragging his body from between the warm comfort of his blankets was... plausible. To meet a person he genuinely enjoyed the company of? Perhaps. For his classes and the sake of higher education and graduating? Yes. So that he could introduce himself to some student-council brown-noser and get a tour of a campus he would prefer to explore alone?

Absolutely not.

And so Klaus strolled up nearly an hour late to the designated spot where he was meant to meet… oh, what was he called? The entire scenario seemed so pointless, he couldn’t even remember the poor boy’s name. Between counselor sessions and needless guides through the campus, it felt as if the academy was doing everything in its power to make his walk in the park feel like trudging through quicksand. Why did he need to be bogged down by such trivial formalities? Beyond frustration, it confounded him.

Ah, well. Nothing to do about it now. If he must anyway, he could at least try to get something out of it. Kalus’ gaze fell upon the only student waiting there… One with blonde hair in a dope-ish style and wide blue eyes. Despite being only a few inches shorter than himself, the young man seemed so… vulnerable. A palpable innocence clung to him, clearly the type to be easily taken advantage of. Klaus almost laughed. He hoped that by being so late, whoever meant to show him around would’ve got impatient and left… He should be surprised that the boy was still there, but it made sense now, seeing as the blonde had “sucker” written all over him. Naturally he waited.

“Hello,” Klaus said, hand lifting in a wave before tucking into the pocket of his trousers. 

“I hope you haven’t been waiting for me too long.”

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•｡ ✿ One of her absolute favorite things about working as a counselor at the academy was the capability to decorate her spacious and cozy office however her heart may please. When she initially started, the room contained the typical furniture and minimal decorations offered by the school; alas, after saving some money and returning to the academy on various weekends when she would normally be spending her available time relaxing, she managed to create a welcoming and safe atmosphere that would certainly place the most turbulent of hearts and minds at ease. From the comfortable sofas to the plush chairs to the lovely pictures and calming quotes scattered across the walls, as well as the variety of flowers and little decorations that pieced together to encompass this homely environment. In fact, she even purchased a miniature refrigerator containing beverages between the table and chairs and her desk which, surprisingly enough, was organized and free of clutter. It was positioned nicely by one window that offered a scenic view of the landscape; though, she also ensured that one window was also free to stand at and marvel the beautiful campus. Overall, she never ceased to feel a sense of accomplishment and pride every time she entered her office; hopefully, everyone else thought the same.

“Oh!” Muffy gasped, momentarily caught off guard by the figure standing in the open doorway. “I didn’t see you there. Hello! ♥ How are you?” She smiled warmly, stepping out from behind her desk to welcome them inside. “Please feel free to come inside if you’d like.~”

First order of business, of course, was unpacking. To his fortune no other students where in his dormitories upon arrival, so Klaus savored the peace of going through each piece of home he brought in privacy. He was no stranger to boarding schools, or even living in a foreign country far from his family… though a sudden move after senior year already began would throw anyone off. There were worse places than Harvest Academy, he supposed. Introducing himself to the counselor immediately, however, seemed a little excess. Certainly they could’ve given him a few days to settle in. 

But no. After his humble living quarters were put together, he took off toward the single building pointed out to him as instructed. The air outside was warm and sweet; he preferred it to the air-conditioned office he stepped into. Not that he didn’t appreciate cool in the heat, but the AC always smelled… heavy. And dense. Cool it may be, but far from refreshing. The name plate for Ms. Baker caught the light and Klaus was almost disappointed the room was so easy find. The door was even open, a blonde woman with her back turned to the entrance visible inside. He approached her, footsteps practiced in silence, and peeked within from the archway. 

It felt homey. Almost suspiciously so. Or perhaps he was just searching for any reason to remain guarded. He had no intention of opening up to this woman any more than he needed. Just a few more months and he’d be back in Germany, never to see any of these people ever again. The past was the past. He didn’t want to talk about it. Or think about it. And truthfully these people felt apart of his past already. 

“Hello,” he said, a thin smile lifting his face as the woman turned around. “My name is Fredrick Klaus Faust. Please, call me Klaus.” Honey eyes fell on the timepiece, his eyebrows quirking as he realized how early in the day it still was. He arrived not an hour ago. “I was told to come here after unpacking, though it seems I’m more efficient than anticipated.”