leave me

— on the other side of paradise.

[dsazrael]

“Did you hear that?”

he pauses, gaze intent and searching, body coiled tight like a frightened animal ready to sprint off at the next sound. probably not the best idea, to be wandering campus grounds so late at night, but the clear air helped azra think and he liked to just sit in the dark. he didn’t think anyone else would be up. he also didn’t expect to be anxious of small sounds but you can’t blame him-- he lived in the shadows but he never got to meet them.

“i did,” the boy answers slowly, eyes wide as violet irises sweep over the dark courtyard, posture stiff though his expression remains blank. 

“what do you...” he starts off quietly, eyes alert, before he changes his train of thought, shaking his head to himself quietly, “it’s probably the wind or something,” he rationalizes. his eyes glance over at the older male, eyes searching as if hoping for agreement.

“right?”

[dsazrael]

( sorry for being mia and stuff, school and stuff, yuck ) replies later today, and this weekend because i’ll be holed up bc of the hurricane anyway.

i’ll get to plotting messages and stuff too! in the meantime, there are plots here.

[jung-koook]

[x]

[dsazrael]

— manners, first.

[dslucien-blog]

❝ nice. ❞ lucien whistles, sound low and amused ( if that was even possible ) as he mirrors the shorter’s smile, a laugh bubbling past his lips. ❝ i actually haven’t, i was starting to think you were all hiding from me. ❞ the prince cracks a teasing grin, showing a hint of perfect teeth as he watches the boy fidget ( the action more noticeable than not to attentive eyes ). 

you’d think, out of consideration, he’d back down a little — but having sense only goes so far when one possesses an attitude like lucien’s, a selfish beast hidden beneath all that is considered “princely” of his. ❝ yeah? have you been anywhere outside of the school yet? you know there’s actually an enchanted lake near school grounds. ❞ 

a prime place to take the girls of cdm and do some enchanting of his own.

❝ ah? ❞ the curious prince blinks, interest perked and head tilted in response to the dark haired boy. ❝ is it that bad there? i mean you look remotely unscathed—and your skin would put snow white to shame. ❞ lucien chuckles quietly, openly teasing just the slightest at the boy’s fair skin. although it wasn’t like it’s anything bad — if not for the fact that he’s virtually flawless in every aspect ( and tied to royalty ), he would have gotten a bit more grief for his skin tone. 

[dsazrael]

“why? do people hide from you normally?” and it’s azrael’s peculiar form of humor, though his expression remains the same that it could be hard to tell that he’s by no means serious. his next question is, however, as his head cocks to the side inquiringly, “do you ever get tired of smiling?” and it’s not meant to be criticizing, it’s his innocent curiosity. “do you never get tired of it?”

he’s taken to tugging at the hem of one of his shirt sleeves again, nerves on edge from how long he’s spent interacting with someone else already. he doesn’t suppose it’s terrible though-- if anything, it’s interesting at least. but at these words his interest piques, posture straightening up as something flashes in those deep purple eyes of his, sparking a light there that had been dull and unnoticeable before. his eyes are wide, and an unbridled excitement colors his tone as he’s the one who leans forward this time, without realizing it.

“students are allowed to visit it? where is it? i want to go.”

“i should be. i keep to myself. ‘sides, no one really wants to come near dad’s place, anyway,” his grin is jagged around the edges, a lot more natural looking on his features than the smiles he’s been attempting previously. he holds his hand up in front of him, eyeing the pale skin as a wry smile replacing the grin as he states, “yeah, i don’t get a lot of sun.”

[dsazrael]

— manners, first.

[dslucien-blog]

❝ it is. ❞ he hums, lips quirked. the usage of his supposed nickname is fresh to keen ears, if anything, the girls around school seems to favor lucien more than the appointed nickname—something along the lines of the dreaminess attached to the name. not that it isn’t fitting — lucien charming is indeed dreamy.

❝ oh? ❞ admittedly, his eyes light up — for all of the fuss around the arrival of children from the isle of the lost, lucien hasn’t exactly seen one just yet—till now anyway. ❝ are you from the isle then? ❞ curiosity licking every word, he moves closer without much noticing it himself, pink tongue flicking out over his lower lip absently. 

❝ how are you liking escoria? ❞ pleasantries, he’s always been rather skilled at exercising — one could never say lucien had no sense, anyway.

❝ don’t blame you if you don’t think it’s much fun, i suppose—seeing as you’re coming here for school. ❞

[dsazrael]

“i am,” azrael answers without hesitation, lips quirking up at the corners without him realizing. he’d thought for someone who blended into the shadows so much that he’d for sure stand out in a bright place like this-- but it didn’t seem to be that way, and he was pleased. “haven’t met an isle kid before?”

he tenses again-- he isn’t used to close proximity, and he fidgets a little, shifting weight from one foot to another but his gaze never falters, maintaining eye contact. “it’s alright,” he admits, eyes darting around the venue, lips pursing slightly in thought. “very different. still getting used to things, i guess.”

and he pulls his attention back to the prince, and a small smile settles on his lips of its own accord, something close to a laugh escaping, “oh, it doesn’t have to be more fun than to be better than what’s back home, believe me.”

[dsazrael]

— manners, first.

[dslucien-blog]

❝ great. ❞ lucien grins, boyish and kind—an image fitting of a prince of aged twenty bones—despite the lackluster response from the smaller boy. it’s obvious he’s shy or something of the sorts — and the older charming was many things, but he was not explicitly cruel. just an heir with far too many bad habits when including women. 

❝ azrael. ❞ the prince owls, testing the way the name rolls off his tongue absently. ❝ ah—azra, that’s cute. ❞ the tease slips out, surely unable to help himself in any time or place as of late, although lucien doesn’t particularly care about that in the first place. admittedly, it’d be fun to see new expressions on the boy.

❝ it’s lucien—charming.❞  he throws on with a toothy grin, carding longer fingers over brown locks. ❝ you can call me luke, if you want. ❞ 

then again, who really calls him that as of late?

❝ is this your first year here? ❞

[dsazrael]

“cute--” he repeats, confused. “is it?” he wasn’t quite used to customs in the kingdom yet, it seemed. he didn’t understand how a name could be cute. but as always, that nagging little voice is back in his mind, telling him the proper reaction to things and so he replies, “thank you.”

“charming,” he muses, as things click together in his brain. he may be highly reserved and cut off from the world, but he wasn’t entirely dense. “oh,” he blinks as the realization dawns on him. he had no doubts that the male before him was of the kingdom, but he hadn’t been expecting this.

“lucien,” he repeats slowly, “okay,” and he smiles again, less forced this time, “i’ll call you luke, then.”

he’s taken to tugging at his sleeves, his necklace, anything really-- a habit, he’s not used to being in crowds, much less talking to someone, for so long. 

“it is, i just got here,” he admits.

[dsazrael]

— manners, first.

[dslucien-blog]

[ ♛ ] — absently, he ponders on the existence of the pallid boy, teeth dragging over a plush lower lip in thought as warm brown hues regards him, smiling only at his words. ❝ of course. ❞ a small chuckle, fingers brushing over the edges of colored fliers absently. ❝ you’ll never know what you are or aren’t good at unless you try it. ❞ the prince smiles a bit wider, head tilting as he takes a small step forward.

❝ would you be interested in giving it a try then? you won’t be able to participate in competitions till later on, but we’ll teach you choreo. ❞

he smiles, friendly as ever.

❝ whats your name? ❞

[dsazrael]

violet eyes fix on the male as he steps forward, gaze turning a little bit wary as he tenses up slightly. he relaxes again, round eyes widening slightly in surprise as he clutches the flier a bit tighter between his fingers, rumpling up the edges. “i’d... yeah, i’d like to try it,” he answers quietly, tugging his hood down to reveal a head of jet black hair, attempting to curve the corners of his lips up into a small smile.

it’s starting to unnerve him a little bit, that constant smile ever present on the taller male’s face. but it’s nice, he supposes, a welcome change from the leer he sees constantly, back home. being smiled at is nice, he thinks.

“... azrael,” he says finally, deliberating before continuing, “but you can call me azra.” 

“what is yours?”

[seraphiel-ravencroft]

easy pickings

[seraphiel-ravencroft]

again noma resisted the temptation to smirk as he turned around to get a look at his little knight in shining armor. the first thing he noticed was the purple irises in the other’s eyes and thinking how odd it was for them to be that color. noma smiles gingerly and takes the books back, adjusting his glasses. “thank you,” he mumbles, glancing awkwardly around him.

“I think I’m ok, I’m just having trouble finding my locker,” he said sheepishly. this was all too great he had to remember to mention all of this to jin the next time he sees him. “I’m still sorta getting used to things around here.”

then he really looked at the other male, noticing he didn’t look like any of the other kids profiles he got a peak at when he chatted with the dean. “Wait are you an isle kid?” he asked. if he was he wondered if he knew about his reputation as jafar’s son. he most likely would have just known about jin since noma worked in the background. still he had to make sure.

extending out his hand, noma smiled. “I’m noma, would you mind helping me by showing me around a bit?”

[dsazrael]

“oh,” his reply is quiet, voice soft as he nods his head in understanding. “i am the same, honestly,” and it takes a whole lot of effort but he manages to tug the corners of his lips up into a small smile. “i think it will take a while to get used to.”

he pauses, darkly lined eyes blinking owlishly as he fixes that unnerving gaze on the taller male. “i am,” he replies quietly, cocking his head as he observes the other male more closely. he does look a little familiar, though azrael kept to himself and the manor so much that all the other faces on the island were vague and fuzzy, and they all blurred together. he never held much interest in interacting with others, preferring to hover and lurk around the drafty house and the corners of the market when he absolutely had to.

the male’s aura did not seem to be that of escoria, especially since the boy was lost, but he asks any way, “are you from the isle, too?”

and only now does he hesitate, before he’s reaching out to take noma’s hand with his own sleeve covered one, giving it a gentle shake. “azrael,” he returns the smile to the best of his abilities, pausing before adding on his last name belatedly. if the other was an isle kid as well, it couldn’t hurt, right? “facilier.” besides, azra knew for a fact that the most reputation he had on the isle was that one child who lived with the shadows ( some called him a myth, and honestly, azrael never bothered to correct them. )

“i’m not all that familiar with the place yet either, but i can try and help.”

[dsazrael]

“I have no patience for useless things like you.”

his expression is stoic as he stares at the male, violet gaze hard and unreadable, looking the other student over. it wasn’t like him, to get riled up so easily. but then again, he’s never been among so many other humans before, so he supposes there was a first time for everything. 

and though he seems like he is the farthest thing from his father, there are traits in which they are similar, traits he inherited naturally and traits he’d picked up from living with the man for his seventeen years of life. it can be seen in the calm that washes over his expression, the way his lips twitch up at a corner and his normally rigid posture relaxes, head cocking to the side. his voice is louder, clearer than usual, a smoothness tying his words together effortlessly as they drip from his lips.

“i’m more useful than you could imagine,” he drawls, peering at the other student through his overgrown bangs, and then he shrugs “but i guess i shouldn’t expect much from a brain that size.”

[marifm-deactivated20180227]

Lost Boy {+Azrael}

[marifm-deactivated20180227]

She notices his small smile. If she were being honest, she’d assumed that he wasn’t very used to doing such a thing. The muscles in his face almost screamed this idea at her. Then again, she’d just ran into him– literally– so that could definitely be a reason why the other appeared to be so stiff in her eyes.

“I’m fine.” Peyton repeated, her head bobbing up and down, causing her hair to bounce naturally. Without notice, her eyes seemed to scan the boy from head to toe. It was a puzzling sight to see the boy dressed in clothes normally unsuitable for the hot heat of the beaming sun. It took a moment for her thoughts to click before her eyes had lit up suddenly (relatively similar to the unseen gleaming light bulb above the girl’s head).

Almost instinctively, Peyton began to pace around the boy in a circle. Her eyes were full of curiosity as she continued to study the other. “You wouldn’t happen to be from the Isle, would you?”

[dsazrael]

“glad to hear it,” not bad, for less than five minutes of human interaction your whole life, azra thinks to himself. he figures he’d picked up more from the doctor in those seventeen years of living with him than he had ever realized. he stood stock still, abnormally so-- if he were honest azrael could probably pass for a statue, he was very good at remaining still.

he’s almost startled when she suddenly perks up, as if she had realized something and it excited her. his eyes widen slightly as she begins wandering around him, not missing that odd light in her eyes. curious.

he stares at her with piercing purple irises, gaze blank as he follows her movements around him. “i am from the isle,” he states matter-of-factly, “yes.”

[dsazrael]

— manners, first.

[dslucien-blog]

[ ♛ ] — ❝ ` admittedly, he was tarting to tire from the amount of time spent standing about and doing nothing but passing fliers, but the dance captain stands firm in his appointed position for the day — plus, it helps to have lovestruck girls stopping by every now & then with refreshments. that’s the thing with being charming, after all, he really doesn’t have to do anything else but stand there. even so, the prince was struck bored with the trivial task, tongue flicking tirelessly over a plush lower lip as his gaze travels from face to face, pausing only at the hand extended toward him—eyes trailing peeks of pale skin to a face hidden by thick material of the hood. ❞

❝ sure. ❞ 

❝ ` the gentle prince smiles warmly, pressing a flier into outreached fingers with a slight nudge as his head tilts, eyes inquisitive, mind vaguely wondering as to whom he belongs to. ❞

❝ have you ever danced before? ❞

[dsazrael]

he stares blankly at the smile-- odd. 

smiles like that normally aren’t directed his way, but he supposes it’s the polite thing to do. he attempts to return it, managing to lift the corners of his lips, if just by a small amount. he wonders if all escorian royalty were this friendly-- though, he highly doubted it. his fingers grasp at the flier, pulls it back to scan over the words printed on the page briefly.

he glances up again at the inquiry, hesitating before slowly shaking his head no. 

“is it still okay for me to join?”

[dsazrael]

“You can hold my hand if you need to.”

“i’m fine,” he snaps, gathering up his necklace and the crocodile tooth that had slipped off when the cord had broken when he had unexpectedly collided with the older male, toppling back from the weight of his backpack along with the surprise. 

irritation emanates off of his body in waves as he carefully slides the charm back on, examining the frayed thread with a blank expression.

and though his expression remains the same, he seems to have calmed himself down considerably, breath evening out to a normal pace. he stills, glancing up at the hand still in front of his face before hesitantly reaching up and grasping it. “i’m sorry,” he apologizes quietly, as he uses the leverage to stand up. 

“thank you.”

[dsazrael]

starter for:

dsnephel, dsnzuri

random starters for:

dsalessa, dsevangeline, jasperds, dsseph, dsgiselle

meme prompt thing for:

dsakane, dsgabriel, dsgiselle, dsnzuri

[seraphiel-ravencroft]

easy pickings

[dsazrael]

dsnoma:

never once has Noma wanted to vomit at the sight of his own reflection, but here was: gripping his stomach and ready to hurl as he checked himself out one more time before heading out to look around his new school. big-rimmed glasses now rested on his face, his hair was neatly combed to one side, a light blue turtle neck covered any traces of his tattoos and he was wearing slacks. a sigh left his lips before he practiced his cheesy smile again. “why do I have to be so brilliant?” he mutters, grabbing his stack of books as he left his room.

as he walked the halls, he made sure everyone who glanced at him saw the Saint: the good boy, the twin who was tired of causing trouble and wanted to start fresh now that he was attending escoria. no one would know his true intentions, except for Jin, although the other was completely down with the plan. even his father had no clue, which cost him some favoritism points, but in the end it would be worth it.

he reached the main hall on campus, where he was surrounded by other students. his signature smirk would have appeared but he knew better than that. slowly he started struggling with his book with one hand, trying to reach in his pocket for another. he put on a show o squinting his eyes as he tried to read the schedule he just pulled out, and once his glasses slipped off, he let a few books fall to the floor. “really?!?” he cried out. again he wanted to smirk, he could tell someone was going to take the bait, question is who? he knew he was going to find out soon enough.

“3…2…1…”

it’s unnerving, azrael thinks as he skulks through the halls. one day in escoria is more unsettling than his entire life on the slums of the isle. the sun shines too bright, the children are too loud, and all of the pops of color hurt his eyes if he were being brutally honest. it’s difficult, as well, to be as charming as his father expects him to be. it takes too much effort, motivation that azra certainly does not have. so he acts as he always does, head to toe in dark colors and blending in with the shadows, what little there were as it is, with his own shadow as the only company he needs.

he does falter, however, as a small commotion catches his attention from the corners of his eyes. he watches a figure in blue fumble and struggle, purple irises moving with the books as they drop to the ground.

he paused, eyes flickering around the hall to see no one coming to the rescue. slowly, he steps away from the walls, frightening a few escoria students that must not have seen him slinking along the sidelines. he walks resolutely, purple gaze blank as always as he bends down, reaching out a hand to begin gathering the fallen books. he stands, balancing them in his arms and peering at the male through thick black bangs. silently, he holds the books out at arms length.

“these are yours,” and he hesitates, searching for the words that are sticky on his tongue, because they’d be polite, kind to utter in times like this. “are you alright? you look like you’re having trouble.”

[descendantskrp-blog]

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[marifm-deactivated20180227]

Lost Boy {+Azrael}

[dsazrael]

dsazrael

Children from the Isle? Here, in Escoria? She’d heard of the news beforehand, but could only assume that such an improbable idea was a mere fib coming from the mouth of her sibling. But here she stood, on the campus of La Cours De Mervilles, seeing the words rein true. Whispers in the halls were easily caught by the young Pan child that there were indeed children of the Isle walking among them. Contrary to popular opinion around the school, she was rather excited to meet one.

Like a lion hunting for its prey, Peyton was on the prowl. She swept through the crowd in search of an Isle’s child. Her initial thoughts continued to echo through her mind: They will stick out like a sore thumb. She’d never thought that the saying could be as false as it was in that moment. Peyton hadn’t managed to find a single one within the previous hour (they either hadn’t bothered to show up or were really, really good at hide and seek).

A defeated pout made its way to her lips as she planted her feet to the floor with a huffy stomp. She looked left– nothing. She looked right– nothing. Sighing, she figured that she might as well give up her search and make her way back towards the games to lift her spirits again. Turning on her heels swiftly, she’d managed to collide into a solid figure– unassumingly a person– within the time span of only a few mere seconds. “I am super sorry. You came outta nowhere and I just– whoops.” Her hands went up into a shrugging gesture, putting emphasis on her last word. ”Are you okay?”

azrael has always been particularly good at blending in with the shadows, adept at getting around without drawing much notice. with his black long sleeves and beanie in the late summer weather, he would think he'd stand out like a neon sign among the shorts and t-shirts and colors, but most don't give him a second glance.

in fact, people seem to drift around him, as if purposely overlooking him. not that he's complaining, not in the slightest. it's going to take quite some time, he thinks, to get used to the atmosphere in escoria. it's a change, not a good one, necessarily, but it's something different. but he's abruptly pulled from his observations when a force collides into him. his eyes widen in surprise, the light catching the purple flecks in his irises and making them appear violet before returning to his normal, nearly black, deep purple.

"that... tends to happen." and if it had come out snarky, he really hadn't meant it to be and he offers what he thinks is a smile-- hope it doesn't come off as a grimace. "i'm fine," he nods, "are you?"

[dsazrael]

— manners, first.

(` fingers twitch, restlessly, at his sides as he navigates the crowd, barely noticing other students’ eyeing him warily-- some much more obvious than others, such as the ones that quite literally leap out of the way as soon as he approaches. normally, he would not mind all too much, but on a day where he was actually attempting to make an effort, he can’t help the hiss of annoyance that slips through his teeth. and his scowl only deepens, even though he doesn’t mean for it to. he’d long lost his sister somewhere within the first five minutes, and azrael had no choice but to wander his way around like a chicken with its head cut off. he pauses, zeroing in on a flyer in the hands of a student scurrying on by. and there’s a rare spark of interest, lighting up in his irises as he pushes way forward to the sight of a male handing out dance club flyers. a piercing purple gaze fixes on the boy, or more specifically, on the flyers stacked in his hand. there’s a miniature war raging in his head before he decides, marching forward unabashedly. and he nearly thrusts his hand out to just take one, but something, a little, smooth voice in his mind-- that sounds suspiciously like the doctor-- reprimands him that first impressions were important. so he slows, blinks at the sheets of paper, glances up at the taller upperclassman, and slowly extends a sleeve-covered hand. )

“i’d like one.”