to love is to die

il ne faut jamais écouter les fleurs prince tettere strings of fate boys dorm z-1

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“Are you certain? You’re being quite adorable right now! And seeming to lean right into me, even.”If that wasn’t cute, then Jack didn’t know what was. He wiggled closer and practically lifted the prince right up into the air, or at least putting the other’s feet atop of his own, something one would do when teaching another to dance. Though dancing was the furthest thing from his mind. 

“I think..I’ll get you used to embraces like these, then.”

Jack made a pleasantly content noise, eventually pulling back to an arm’s length and leaning down to an eye level with his student. He ever so lightly patted his shoulders with an amused smile and tone, “Would you like it if I did, Tettere?” With a tilt of his head does he ask this, leaning in closer and fleetingly bumping their foreheads together.

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"I`m leaning lest I would trip, but--" He squeaked almost indignantly as he felt himself being lifted, resting on Jack`s feet so that they may step in tandem. His emerald gaze was soft and earnest. It was exactly like Tettere`s daydreams in their previous semester, before the sudden break and arriving back at Tancho just recently. Tettere wished to refuse, but deep within his heart of hearts, he wanted exactly that. "N-no, I wouldn`t mind, actually. . .Jack, though I`m certain that this isn`t appropriate. . .!" But the words were caught in his throat. He was nervous, wanted to insist that these sort of things were improper! After all, he was a prince with decorum, the most regal of all royals. Although he had accepted the offer despite all of these verbal attempts to fight it, he ended up leaning over a bit too much -- especially since his feet were resting on the Vessalius` boots he found himself pushing over the noble by accident, toppling the two onto the cold and unforgiving floor. How romantic indeed. "Ah! Forgive me. . ."

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Ah, this is what Jack had been seeking. That affectionate response of tinted red cheeks, that lurid sapphire gaze averting in a timid demeanor! It was too adorable for words really, Jack could never get enough of it. Sighing wistfully, the teacher brought gloved palms to rub those blushing cheeks of Tettere’s, squishing them together.

“It’s so cute.”

The Vessalius exhaled another sigh before bundling the prince up into his arms, resting chin atop the crown of his golden head of hair. He lightly rubbed the other’s back, cradling him close and cooing. How did he get to be so cute? How did Jack become so fascinated, or perhaps enamored(?), with this silly little prince. “But I’m glad you don’t dislike it. That means I’m able to do it again, yes?”

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The nobleman was certainly full of surprises. Pouting slightly, the prince almost tuned around before suddenly having his countenance squished into that of an almost fishy faced imitation. "C-cute?" The prince demanded with a grain of indignation. "I am not-- cute!" The royal`s exclamation was drowned out with surprise, suddenly found his entire self squished this time, but also, it was into a hug. Now he certainly didn`t get those often, so his face had turned about as red as a cherry. "Yes. . .I think I would like that." He murmured against the teacher`s vest, silencing himself a bit by simply burying his face against the little bundle of silk that lay there. "I`m not used to hugs." Tettere`s voice was incredibly muffled, but he was certain Jack could hear it due to the proximity. He shivered a bit just thinking about it, especially since the noble was cooing over him and gently rubbing his back. But he would just chalk it up to the cold, and nothing more. The prince was stubborn; playing hard to get was his game.

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isn't your bro a cannibal

"Oh. You mean the red prince?"Indeed, my brother does have quite the peculiar taste in mind for the wonderment of flesh."

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“Perhaps but it’s after hours now, isn’t it? So we aren’t student and teacher. Of course that’s only if you want to cut corners.”

He’s practically sparkling visibly as he explains, pinching the little prince’s cheek and almost cooing at him. How very professional of him, indeed. But Jack, even when he had been here as a librarian, was hardly ever a rule following staff member. Just because he was a teacher now didn’t change his attitude, really!

“Do you dislike it by chance, Prince?”

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"That much is true. . .so then I can simply call you Jack after all then!" He retorted in triumph, pouting the moment his cheeks were pinched again. Ah, how he disliked being treated like a child. Then again, it was actually quite endearing in a way. "No, it is not that I dislike it. I`m simply not used to it, of course." As a prince charming, he was a natural at these sorts of things. Now that the shoe was on the other foot, he could easily be reduced to a blushing mess, but! He had strength! He could handle this sweet talking with a straight face of course, staring right into Jack`s eyes. Though, admittedly, he was still a bit red in the cheeks.

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So do you like living corpses too then? since you like corpes :o

"I suppose that depends - you could say I have a particular type.""I prefer the dead no matter how they come. All perfection lies in death. . ."

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“Isn’t Mister Jack too informal, my little student? Anyway — I was just teasing you. All in good nature, Tettere.“ 

“Though perhaps a bit of that was flirting. Maybe.”

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"O-oh." Right. It was much easier to just call him Jack, but he was a teacher now, so! "Mister Vessalius. . ." Maybe the noble just liked to lord it over him. How rude! Tettere pouted and tapped his feet, giving the Vessalius a haughty look. "Flirting with a student constitutes as a little too informal as well, don`t you think so?" Though he didn`t really mean it. That little blush on his face definitely betrayed his body language.

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"Ah. . .mister Jack?

Are you perhaps flirting with me?"

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“Not at all!“ 

It was both half a joke and half a falsification but only if you were splitting hairs, in his humble opinion. Regardless, Jack plucked the offered apple with a smile as he offhandedly mentioned that the confection would be all the sweeter due to Tettere’s touch upon it. He chuckled under his breath after saying this, sweeping his gloved hand once more across the prince’s previously pinched cheek, rubbing to soften the slight stinging it perhaps still tinged with. “Thank you,“ 

Jack paused in thought, what he wished to say and what he wanted to say were conflicting and his breath halted. Ceasing all frivolous thoughts, the Vessalius merely quieted himself with a bite into the previously nibbled upon treat. He made it a point to bite into close where the prince already had. Not exactly in the same spot, but close enough that one could say it was an indirect kiss. His shoulders shivered at the notion and he quickly distracted himself, lips turned into a faint yet gracious grin. With hand still framing the student’s features did the noble speak once again with a soft tone.

“You are still the same.”

Pulling his hand away, the Vessalius allowed a sigh to part his lips with a glance towards the assorted sweaters. He made a humming noise in thought, tilting head to the side whilst taking idle inches towards the prince. Without much inhibition, or any, Jack slipped in behind him and slipped his arms around his shoulders, propping chin onto the crown of his golden head of hair. He practically wiggled to get closer to the prince, humming as if the act itself was innocent. And on the surface it was, though it was no doubt very informal and uncalled for!

Not that Jack would ever mind. If Tettere did however, Jack wouldn’t push anything. He simply enjoyed being near the other, his presence was one that brought warmth to the Vessalius. It came with sweeping emotions of jubilation that Jack would otherwise not be able to experience on his own. Simply, this boy brought a great source of unrivaled elation to Jack, without even having to do anything. Merely, his pure presence washed over Jack profoundly and he constantly desired to be near it, to be engulfed in it. He ended these thoughts with an audible sigh, nestling comfortably against Tettere and pointing with the candied apple rather than a fingertip, emerald eyes finding the prince’s gaze.

“Something matching, right? If you wanted to get me one, we should get a pair! A blue one for you and a green one for me, or maybe vice versa? Ah, I think you would look even more charming in something green, Tettere. What do you say?”

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"Surely you jest." The prince scoffed, a hand on his hip in an attempt to deflect such a compliment, doing his best to hide the fact he was blushing, turning away with a slight huff. His teacher was quite the flirt, which always made his heart pound for the silliest of reasons! He was just being nice, after all, he was probably this way with everyone! But thinking that only made him feel worse, not better. Tettere was wont to believe that. . .no, he was special. That`s why Jack had gratefully taken the treat and-- bit it in the same place. Wasn`t he germophobic? Or had he just bitten right where Tettere`s teeth once were. It was an indirect kiss! Oh, he was good. The prince quivered slightly at how soft those silken gloves were, gently gliding against his cheek. "I haven`t changed. . .?" The prince frowned a little, fingers grazing his fringe and wondering if his hair had changed in length, if he had grown any taller in those few months. At least he hoped he was taller - Tettere was tall enough for a boy, but not as tall as he`d like. The prince was of smaller stature, a fact that troubled him. If only he could be as tall as the Vessalius! But he was older, so this was natural. It was for this reason the prince wore heels - due to his smaller height But when he was framed by Jack in such a fashion, arms so casually draped over his shoulders and resting on the crown of his head -- well. . .maybe he could enjoy being shorter than Jack. It made him wonder - wouldn`t they be called out for this? Was it improper? These thoughts buzzed around in his head and only served to make him irritated. To hell with it. It wasn`t a problem to the prince, and anything that wasn`t, well, he completely disregarded. Rather than resist, Tettere indulged himself and allowed his own fingertips to curl around Jack`s forearms that rested over his shoulders, palms gently gripping his coat. He was warm, and he could sense that familiar evergreen scent; Jack always reminded him of trees, wide open fields with a gentle breeze--! He found himself blushing in his lost thoughts, staring at the sweater the noble had pointed out. "A matching sweater with you?" How cheesy. Yet so cute. Tettere was a complete sucker for the idea. "Charming, hmm? Would I really look suitable in green? I am used to blue. . ." Then again his blazer was a bright magenta, so he couldn`t complain all that much. "Ah. Then you should wear blue as well, that way you can match me!" Tettere suggested brightly, casting his gaze upward even though he couldn`t see the teacher`s face. "I was thinking. . .a sapphire sweater with a bunny rabbit. It fits you so perfectly, I`m surprised I had not thought of it before!" Squeezing Jack`s arms, he slid his right hand down to grip at Jack`s wrist, moving it so that he could take another bite of their shared apple, showing no hesitation before biting right down where the noble had as well.

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When he heard about the little events going around the school, Jack had initially taken to the wine tasting but found it, ironically, distasteful. It reminded him too much of home. He shuddered at the thought of it, busying himself with another stand making candied apples, plucking one for himself and idly nibbling whilst wandering around. He came upon an interesting stand that held several different handmade(?) sweaters of all kinds. He fiddled with his free hand, running gloved fingertips over the cat design on a few, hand stopping at a particularly blue sweater.

It reminded him of —

“Hey! Pardon you—!”

“W-wait. Jack…?”

“Ah..!!!”

Jack had been so shocked by the thought that manifested itself into reality that he stumbled backwards and dropped his candied apple treat, frozen in place in awe. He cleared his throat as his senses came back upon him, and after they had, did the Vessalius straighten himself out and take a breath, a hand to his erratic heartbeat. It had startled him more than he realized, how embarrassing!

A sheepish smile turned his lips and he had no inhibitions about reaching out and pinching the student’s cheek fondly. He was overjoyed to see Tettere after all! The school break had been longer than he had anticipated and it almost seemed like ages rather than a few months since he had last seen him. Jack leaned over and then without warning, squished the prince’s cheeks together.

“Tettere, it really is you!”

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"Did I scare you?" The prince stuttered, watching as his former librarian fell to the ground, wanting to kneel down and help him up-- until he suddenly felt that prodding hand pinching his cheek. Ohh hells to the naw. The only people who pinched his cheeks were his grandparents of all things, cooing over how grown the prince was. Though he was certain that he had probably gotten a bit taller since Jack had seen him last -- the Vessalius did look a bit different himself. Rather than scold him, Tettere simply made a fishy face. "Y-yes, in the flesh. . ." The prince managed to utter before pulling Jack`s palms away from his, rubbing away the strange feeling in his cheeks. He huffed, pouting up at Jack. Even though his look was sour from having his cheeks pinched like a child (I`m eighteen years old! he had insisted numerous times) Tettere`s expression softened, slowly dissolving into a sweet smile before hiding it in within Jack`s chest, squishing his face against him and taking in his scent. "I missed you." The prince sighed, ignoring rules and etiquette and hugging his supervisor as a friend rather than as a staff member. "Hmm. . ." He looked up at the noble, blinking curiously and trying to identify the smell. "You smell like. . .wine." Tettere marveled at him, smiling a little bit. "I didn`t see you as the type who enjoyed wine and spirits but I can`t say I dislike them either." He wondered why the drinking age was different in Japan. The royal had tasted alcohol since he was young, but he wasn`t the type who had it often. "You were looking at the sweaters, too? I was thinking of getting one. . .perhaps. . .for you, if you wouldn`t mind." He flushed a bit, wondering if it would be considered out of line. "Oh-- and you dropped yours, so." Tettere held his apple out to Jack, offering it with a slightly shy smile. "I hope you don`t mind I bit it."

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What a lovely time to return to Tancho Academy. Right as the campus had become ensconced in sweet fall colours, wrapped in the slightly blustering cold amidst luridly coloured fall leaves. He especially loved how they crunched under his heels, to be honest. The royal blood especially looked forward to seeing his friends from before - if they still attended, and hopefully they did! Tettere imagined several familiar faces he hoped to see. Among them was the librarian he had gotten to be so familiar with, as he was the staff leader of the club. He hoped that this year they could plan even more books to read. Yes. . .to just discuss books would be fine enough, even. He didn`t want to pry but-- oh, it would be so fun to spend more time with him as well. The blue prince had unpacked his things the night before, awakening to the sound of rather cheerful hubbub outside.

Poking his head out the window, Tettere found the most welcome surprise since arriving. He happened to come right before the day of an autumn festival! Tettere wasted no time lacing up his thigh high boots, buttoning up his blazer (as well as securing his cravat and ruby jewel) before practically skipping outside his door and towards the noisy, festive stalls. Naturally he visited the candied apple stand first (naturally, it wasn`t poisoned. Where on earth would you get a far fetched idea like that?) before wandering over to a stall selling quaint little fuzzy sweaters. Admittedly, they were horribly tacky. But something about that was appealing. Perhaps this was their hidden charm point! Gloved fingers skimmed over the soft and fuzzy (if not a bit itchy) fabric, noting the little bunny that was knitted into it`s white fabric, adorned by a little carrot and bunches of grass. It was the perfect little picture. In fact, it quite reminded him of someone. Ah, alas! If only they were here. Tettere hurriedly turned around to see if there were any old books to be found, only to unceremoniously bump into a tall figure and land right on his nicely rounded buttocks. "Hey! Pardon you--!" The prince rubbed his temples, glaring daggers up at the perpetrator before noticing who it was. "W-wait. Jack. . .?"

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an orange for your thoughts?

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What had Tettere even been saying? Jack could hardly bring himself to pay attention, only able to catch every other word now and again — none of it pieced together in his mind, much too occupied with this and that - things that he couldn’t necessarily speak about. It was taxing to carry such a weight on your shoulders, to carry such a burden. However Jack remained frugal, shifting shoulders until he gradually hoisted himself upright, rubbing spotted forehead with a gentle touch, tilting head to the side in inquisition of the prince’s comment.

Sunlight? Ah, what a refreshing an idea it was. That the sunlight should enrich his soul, was it? Oh, how wrong a sentiment that was, still quite sweet to hear, but very wrong for the Vessalius to be embellished by the sun’s rays. He recalled vaguely that once he had been compared to the sunlight — that his very presence was as if being met with the sun itself. Perhaps that had been because he was a generally bright, shining type of person. Or at least he played the part of one. 

Such thoughts were daunting and the Vessalius quickly forgot them, relaxing his jeweled gaze towards the princely student, eyebrow raised in reaction to his advice. Sweets? Jack wasn’t one for the confections but he supposed the thought was endearing, if nothing else. He was just about to decline when —

“Orange cake?”

“They…have such things?”

 This changed his mind easily. Jack swiftly rose from behind his desk, rounding it prior to taking the prince’s gloved hands into his own. He held onto them tightly with the most serious expression on his features thus far — though there was a sparkle in his eyes as he leaned down to Tettere’s eye level, leaned in close, probably closer than he should have, all before he spoke. “You are not lying to me, are you? Tettere, you must remember that something like oranges should not be lied about!”

Though he did not sense the prince was lying, after all, Jack could detect it when one was being false with him. It was something of a trait he had picked up out of experience. One would be surprised by how often people would lie — he was not exempt from this, hardly! He merely found it amusing that others would lie so often. Ah, humans were so…well, human! Amusing to a fault — oh, but he digressed. Jack tossed thoughts as he pulled back, releasing the prince’s hands with a sudden, brilliant countenance.

“Then please lead the way! I would very much like to taste this orange cake you found! Ah, do you think it tastes just like oranges or is merely orange? Oh! Oh! Maybe it’s in the shape of an orange! Please hurry and show me, Tettere!”

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He must have been even more depressed than the prince thought. The librarian was hardly responding, that faraway look in his eyes. It was almost spirit crushing for the prince until the sudden miraculous response that occurred due to just one word: oranges. Go figure. Well, Tettere had been hanging around the library long enough to notice some of the librarians queer habits, among them being that odd obsession with eating oranges every day. The royal naturally recoiled slightly at the sudden grasp of his hands "No, of course not! Why would I lie to you?" He responded with a natural laughter, easing out of the slight discomfort that Jack was taking this so seriously. But maybe it`s because he was taking "oranges" so seriously that the senior got a good laugh. He really never knew what to expect next from the enigmatic Jack. "I believe it`s flavoured like one. I was often told that chocolate is a good culinary combination with citrus." He smiled almost proudly. "I learned that from class, since I don`t cook at home. Or rather, I can`t." He muttered the last part, not so proudly.    Nonetheless, he was tickled pink that Jack`s previous crestfallen, depressed demeanor morphed into an easily excitable one. My, he had many facets, the prince noted as he began to lead his club leader off campus and onto the streets. Japan was incredibly different in the sense of it`s communities, sidewalks, streets -everything! Tettere was so used to Germany (and the royal court, but of course that was entirely different from everything just about anywhere in the world). He navigated the both of them to a quaint little bakery he happened upon while doing a little 'research' for his home ec class. Or rather, his sweet tooth was really getting the best of him, and he wanted a little taste of home. "It has such a quaint atmosphere...and it`s close to campus." Tettere sighed happily before grasping Jack`s hand and leading him to a table towards the back. It slipped his mind it would seem a bit...weird to be seen with a faculty member but he was a weird kid anyway.  "Ah, so...you are truly excited by that orange cake, aren`t you?" The prince chuckled confidently, hardly daunted by the unfamiliar atmosphere. He was good at getting along with people, despite that stuffy feel he may have had about him now and again. "It is riiight...here." Tettere slid the open menu towards Jack, tapping on the rich chocolatey looking cake. "It is accompanied orange slices, peel, and is orange flavoured as well."  He might as well have asked now - it was the opportune moment! He would seize it! "Mister Vessalius...do you like..." Tettere paused with uncharacteristic dramaticism. "Oranges? Why do you enjoy them so much?"

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o, what a noble mind {closed }

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At first Lacie was in her room, reading plays recommended by her students to see which one was going to be the best for their class to do, she was rather strict when it came to them. ”…” She wanted to whine and complain about how quiet and boring it was lately, maybe she should find a better hobby than staying lock up inside her classroom. It really didn’t make that much of a difference if she was locked up in the tower or anywhere else. 

Really? What am I? Twelve? I’m already twenty-one. 

She thought silently to herself before getting up to leave her classroom. Deciding to get some tea from a near by classroom would help ease her thoughts down. It was only going to be a couple of minutes so she absentmindedly left her door open as she quickly walked down the halls of this odd school. Yes, it was truly an odd school but it was odd enough that she felt comfortable. 

“But for now, let’s get some black tea.” She mumbled to herself as her heels clicked behind her, unknowingly has someone dare stepped inside her classroom to read and perform. Sadly, by the time she reached the door of the classroom where she steals tea from, they have already left and locked the door. Her ruby eyes glared at the knob, hoping to burn the door down as a slight pout was on her lips. 

“How dare you lock this door on me.” But nevertheless, she couldn’t destroy the door even if she so wished to. It was too much work to get in trouble over a simple door being tear down just so she can have a nice cup of tea. “And it’s not very ladylike at all, right Rabbit?” She could hear her Chain grumbled lightly as she smiled lightly, feeling in a lighter mood before she spun around. “Well best to get my castle once more~” She sung lightly before humming down the halls. 

“…out of tune and harsh;that unmatch’d form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy… “

Oh? What was this now? Slowly, she began to walk slower before peering inside the room. Now this was interesting, a small smirk began to tugged on her lips when he spoke his next lines. He knew he was caught and she knew so too. But he had this attitude that Lacie was drawn to, haughty? Yes, that was it. He was quite a haughty fellow but she didn’t mind, she enjoyed interesting people than dull people.  Chuckling lightly to herself, Lacie watched him finished and apologized to her. 

“Oh no, it’s quite alright. It’s my fault for leaving the door open like this.” Crossing her arms, Lacie just stared at the blonde, looking him up from head to toe. He was pretty cute but not her type of course. “Good job? You did a marvelous job.” She chimed slightly while coming closer to him. Give him a wig and dress and he’ll be perfect. “Though now that I think about it, you don’t seem to be in my class, what a waste of talent.” 

“So, who are you?” 

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He bore her curious look, certain she would be satisfied. Tettere knew that boys and girls alike may not necessarily fall at his feet, he was at least aware of being pretty to look at. He was mostly known for his appearances at home anyway, the sapphire silk partner to his twin`s crimson attire. Twin princes, but he was the heir. "Marvelous, really? Oh, you simply flatter me, fraulein." He chuckled, a hand to his lips as a gesture of his modesty. "I was thinking, perhaps next semester...or at least participating the drama club." He made a sweeping motion with his arms, bending down on one knee for added effect. "I`ve always dreamt of being on stage!" Much exaggerated, really, but he did like imagining the pleasure of being the center of attention. Though he was immediately brought out of his reverie by her prompt question of identity.  Always a touchy subject, he noted before standing back on his own two feet, smiling simply to make a good appearance. "I? I am..." Prince Tettere, he was used to saying. But she most likely didn`t know he was royalty at all. And more to the point, he wanted it to stay that way.   "Tettere is fine. It`s a strange name, right?" He wore it more like a title, really. Birth name, title, they were all so different he forgot which was which. "But who are you, madame? I suppose you are the teacher for this class, are you not? Though, it seems to me that one as lovely as you does not appear to be old enough for a teacher." Prince charming, as usual. He was used to flattering people sweetly, no matter who they were. It was just a personality trait he couldn`t shake. "It`s my pleasure to make your acquaintanceship. Perhaps you could even help me out!"

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o, what a noble mind {closed }

Tettere was eager to get something, anything started for the book club. He had already  presented several options to Jack, but he decided to branch out just a little more. Plays were often read as books - it was perfect for a group of kids to gather and read out loud several parts rather than individual studies. It would be nice to talk to everyone at once, something he was so unused to. Where else to look for plays other than the drama department? The room was devoid of  people, but the door was open. . .so! Hopefully it was alright then. He leafed through the section labelled S. Many plays from the same writer here; he picked out the first title he recognized, being Hamlet. He could only recall from his studies before leaving home, stretched out in the palace library, the beautiful Ophelia had drowned herself in her agony. How tragic and beautiful. The prince didn`t speak very often of his feelings on the subject, but death itself was quite the masterpiece in his eyes. It was, in essence, a perfection. Could someone lie, cheat, steal if they were dead? All the buds and the flowers, young and old, princess or pauper, were all imperfect. They all had such horrible sins painted on their hearts. They had done her wrong. She had a broken heart, but she had attained perfection from those wretched human souls.  "And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, that suck'd the honey of his music vows, now see that noble and most sovereign reason, like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; that unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy. . . " And that was when he saw the figure in the door. She was hard to miss, and it almost felt like that gaze was looking right through him.

"O, woe is me! To have seen what I have seen. . .to see what I see." Quite literally, for he had been caught. He closed the book and gave the teacher a sheepish smile, much like a child being caught doing something they weren`t supposed to. "Forgive me, I. . .thought that no one was here! I was simply leafing through scripts, perchance a play stand out to me for book club." To hide his embarrassment away, maybe he could ask her for help! If she was the teacher here, that is. "Do you think it`s easy for a male to play a female part?"

He did have a slightly (slightly, really!) effeminate voice. After all, gender was such a trifle in who could properly embody a character. "I didn`t do all that bad of a job, right?"

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pieces and pawns — [closed]

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“Oh?” His interest was certainly piqued. “Tettere” stood more erect, tilting his head to the side only a second later with arms crossed over his chest in thought. So he should speak more formally, or rather — more elegantly! As if he was right out of a storybook, as if he was the prince charming from a fabled fairy tale. With this mindset, the prince, gallant and graceful (as much as he could be in these unfamiliar heels) gave sauntering strides back towards the librarian, taking right hand into his palm and raising it to his lips, kissing it with the most fond affection.

“Then, if you will be so charitable as to take the position of my fair princess, please allow me to —”

He stepped back suddenly in an abrupt cut off of his sentence, for a purpose! For in a sudden sweeping of his arms, he pulled the Vessalius into a dip, as if in a dance at the climax where the lead would incline his partner. Such a position was inappropriate, highly, but the faux prince would not falter. If he was going to play the role of a prince, then he would do so to perfection. And use the pseudo librarian in place  of a princess! It was natural of course, with his appearance, he fit the part of Rapunzel!

“My princess, I cannot be so audacious to lay a kiss upon thine succulent lips nary without your promised permission! Oh, but I cannot resist! Perhaps just a taste would be admitted, but alas!” He suddenly pulled away, hand to heart and blue eyes practically alight with stars as he averted his gaze to the opposite end of the room. He feigned a quiver of his lower lip before turning back with a sharp breath, raising a hand to gently caress the current noble’s defined, round cheek in a clear amorous manner. “I will bide my time with you, my princess and we will soon have our lips meet in a fated kiss. I am certain! We will become intertwined on the horizon!”

“How was that, Tettere - oh, Mister Vessalius? Was that too much or maybe…not enough?”

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"Eh, your fair princess?" Tettere was fairly certain that he was no princess, even if his hair was quite long in this body. To be honest, that was one of the first thoughts that the blue royal had when he met the librarian.  This train of thought was easily derailed when suddenly a pair of lips descended towards "his" palm. "Er, Tettere--" He was whisked out of his seat and into the young prince`s arms (and he was suddenly self conscious of his height again, as he had to look down into his own blue eyes) before suddenly losing his footing! The prince nearly cried out before he felt a hand wrap around "his" waist, being dipped as though the two were locked in an intimate dance, having reached the culmination of a waltz. "J-just a taste. . .?" Emerald eyes stared at his starry complexion, so lost in his role of prince that he was set on wooing "Jack" off of his feet. Rather aptly, seeing as he had been dipped so suddenly. He really thought that Jack was going to kiss him! And alas, they were back on their feet once more, gazing into that earnest look on "Tettere`s" face as he stroked that pale cheek. "Fate. . .?" He had to admit - Jack was good at this. He really did believe those words, like they were "fated" to be with one another. What a good prince! A gloved hand touched the borrowed body`s cheek, right where Tettere had grazed him in a loving touch.   . . .Is this how others see me? "Ah, bravo, Tettere." He emphasized his own name to admit he was doing a good job in his rightful body. "I must confess that. . .as you, I do not feel entirely different. And it caused me to recall. . .of how you seem to address me as a person rather than viewing me as someone else simply for the fact I am a prince." He placed a palm on "Tettere`s" cheek now, smiling as he pinched slightly. "It`s silly, I know! However. . .it means quite a bit to me." He chuckled and placed a hand to that oddly silent chest of his. "It`s ridiculous to judge someone just for what they have been born into. No matter where a life begins, what one chooses to do with it. . .will make who that person is. Don`t you agree?" Tettere tilted his head to the side, feeling the long blond locks move in accordance.

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pieces and pawns — [closed]

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He didn’t mean it! He really didn’t! 

“Ah, Tettere! I mean, Mister Vessalius! Pardon me for being rude! I, er, well yes, of course! You’ll hit a growth spurt soon!”  Quickly did he crawl around to the other’s front, earnestly meeting his known emerald eyes with his current blue gaze, sweeping the royal’s faux noble hands into his own, holding both tightly within his grasp and leaning forward. Perhaps this was a bit dramatic but he was well aware of the prince’s height issues. Even if he had never confided in the librarian about them. Oh, he was well aware of all those little secrets that the prince tried to hide. Jack was simply a person that could see through such falsities. 

After a moment, “Tettere” puffed his cheeks before he stood, only to lean back down towards the seated faculty member’s eye level — taking chin into his gloved fingertips, and puckering his lips as if he were to kiss the librarian, but it was only a show for he blew kiss after kiss towards the other, tilting his chin prior to aptly leaning in and setting a sweet butterfly’s kiss to the Vessalius’ nose. 

“Please accept my most humble of apologies!”

He paused, wondering if perhaps he was taking things a bit too far but it was far too late for regrets! “Tettere” leaned back after a moment, dusting himself off before flourishing into a bow, nearly tripping over his own two feet, but bowing none the less! He smiled grandly with a laugh, quite abrupt as he squishes the other’s cheeks in the palm of his gloved hands, shaking the Vessalius’ head from left to right in amusement. ”Tell me first, do prince’s talk so formally? If I’m going to be you, I have to be pristine and…princely, right?”

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"Are you simply attempting to humour me? Do you truly mean it, mister Vessalius?" In all of his tears and distraction, the former prince hardly took notice of the librarian, now in his body, taking hold of his hands and apparently gearing up to kiss him. Wait a second-- this felt a lot like a few weeks ago. This wasn`t allowed! Why was he so confident all the sudden, eh? Now that he was in the prince`s body, was that all the difference?  Or so he thought. Only to be surprised with a kiss on the nose "Was that little display your attempt in being a charming prince?" He laughed as "Tettere" retreated and attempted to bow as a royal would, nearly tripping over those heels (yet again.) "Apologies accepted, nonetheless." He decided it would be best to take it in stride. It was actually rather cute to see him this way! To see him as a student, perhaps, seeing as he was now in the senior`s body. Tettere let Jack`s smile spread across his cheeks (as much as it could with them being squished in such a fashion) laughing slightly at how much it tickled. "Hmm. . .I must say that I do not see it as 'formal' but I have been told that I am quite extravagant when it comes to my vocabulary. It`s an absolutely decadent display of words; I am a firm believer that words are a form of art!" He sounded extra hilarious, since his voice came out in a strange fashion due to his cheeks being pushed in. Emerald eyes looked slightly misty, nostalgic even as he continued.  "Ah, I apologize. I was carried away once more. But it`s true, for those reasons contributed to my with of starting a book club here, you know." 

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pieces and pawns — [closed]

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No, he wasn’t enjoying this at all.  He barely was able to handle himself as a noble of a moderately low rank, he was not able to wrap his head around his current social standing in this body not of his own. Not that titles mattered her in this academy but, he still felt…uncomfortable. He displayed as much, running a gloved hand through dark golden fringe. There had to be a solution to this mess! He wasn’t content just letting things fall where they may, he never was — he had to intervene! 

“Ah…it’s —”

“Something, Tettere. I mean — Mister Vessalius! I’m not used to your body at all! How can you walk around in such heels, more than that —“  How could you exist in a living body, is what he wished to voice but held his tongue. He hadn’t been in a breathing, beating inhabited frame such  as the prince’s in a hundred years! It felt so foreign. He knew that he had obviously been alive once in his own body but, it had been so long ago he had forgotten what it felt like. But this train of thought would get him nowhere sadly, and so he forgot such things, curling lips into a smile followed by a light sigh.

The noble turned prince commented that “Jack” should be more mindful of his hair! It may take time to care for it, but it was well worth it. He notes that the royal had eyed his long locks before, so he clearly admired the Vessalius’ hair style of choice. So he could be trusted to tend to it as needed, though…he was apprehensive about it. There was a modicum of symbolic attachment he had over his braid and thought it was not of his nature, he trusted that Tettere would care for it while they were switched. He hoped he would, anyway —

“I feel shorter.” He commented aloud, not even realizing he had. He flinched and laughed it off, continuing to idly do the other’s hair until tangles and knots were non-existent — he hurried to braid it next, muttering under his breath about how odd the viewpoint was in contrast to his usual, over the shoulder routine. “A-Anyway! How are you fairing in my body? It’s not too…ah, strange for you is it?” If Jack were lucky then the prince wouldn’t have noticed anything too odd. If he had any questions however, “Jack” would be sure to answer! In his own round about way, that is.

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"Something? Ahh, I thought you`d enjoy it, mister-- ah, rather, 'Tettere'." He chuckled at calling the other his own name. It was beginning to entertain him, now that he stopped taking it so seriously. They would go back to normally eventually, right? The prince turned librarian thought he`d at least have a little fun. "It shouldn`t be that bad, my body." He huffed in pretend disbelief, a mock pout on his face at the negative reaction. "Don`t you feel younger? The heels are simply part of my outfit. I cannot imagine it any other way. It`s not that hard to walk around in."  "Jack" simply ignored the little complaints that came from the noble. Granted, t was annoying to leave one`s hair tangled, he was surprised by how much he was being reprimanded. Tettere crossed this boy`s arms, feeling that strange hollowness inside his chest once more. Now that he thought about it, something about this body felt. . .colder, rather strange in respect. It wasn`t the same as being in his own skin again, in fact, he still felt a bit tired - but no, that wasn`t it. He just couldn`t put his finger on it, though it seemed familiar! It was on the tip of his tongue until 

“I feel shorter.”

". . .Short?" "I`m. . ." He did not even respond to the question that came after, too flabbergasted to even think of a coherent response. "I-I didn`t think I was that short, really. And I was certain I would not have to wear those heels for much longer." Tettere in Jack`s body gently wiped at his eyes (no, he was not crying! of course not!) before coughing to clear his throat. "I should be hitting my growth spurt any day now, truly!"   On the inside, he was a little more than insulted.