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So this is the guy.
Walking a bit closer, he pokes one of Royâs sides with his finger.
âItâs dangerous to walk outside at night, newbie~â
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@red-head-courageâ
So this is the guy.
Walking a bit closer, he pokes one of Royâs sides with his finger.
âItâs dangerous to walk outside at night, newbie~â
"Izumi, it looks like you got a soft side for that new boy. It feels you're gonna pull him towards the modeling/idol side."
Izumi tenses slightly at the words. For someone so good at denying his own feelings, it seems like he can't quite hide them to others. It's always been like that. He's more of an open book than he'd like to admit.
"And? What is it to you? Is there a rule I can't bother the newbies, or something?" he hums, defensively "Plus, he came here to be an idol, so he'll turn into one even if I don't do anything."
red-head-courageâ:
The red haired stood there for a very few short moments still a bit surprised form the sudden lips meeting between the two. Itâs his first kiss ever since he got into the academy. Upon looking at the other almost exiting the room the red haired grabs their hand. âDonât leave sâŠsenpai.â He says with a low voice while the music still plays in the background. Roy feel that Izumi in his own way gives his best to guide him into becoming a proper Idol.Â
âI âŠâ His face blushed shyly a bit. âI⊠liked it senpai.â He then rise up his head to look at them making a smile out from his shyness.Â
He feels Royâs warm hand holding him tight, and holding him back from pushing the door open. He hesitates, his fingers lingering on the cold knob of the door..
The words reach him soon enough, his heart skipping a beat... he turns around, blue eyes wide open in absolute confusion, and stares, hoping for something that will let him know if those words were a figment of his imagination, or maybe just an attempt of Roy to console him. He was a good boy like that.
âYou probably do it with a good intention, but you really donât have to lie, Roy-kunâ He lets out, awkwardly pulling his hand away from Royâs grasp âIt was my mistake. Iâll at least own up to that. Iâll let Kuma-kun know to help you with your practice. Heâll be a better help than me anyway...â and as if trying to escape from the situation heâd caused, he pushed the door open, rushing out as if fearing someone could see him.
I miss him so much,,,,,,
âSo?â He stares coldly ahead.
âWhat if youâre sick? What does that have to do with me? Are you someone I should care about?â Those are for sure in the top ten of âThings youâd never want to hear from a medicine studentâ, but alas.
Broken heart
from x @red-head-courageâ
He pulls away slightly as he feels the other do the same. He canât see very well in the dark, Royâs expression a total mystery. But he sounds... shocked. Maybe a bit taken aback?
Royâs docile and obedient attitude had made him believe maybe he... felt something for him. How stupid of him! There was no way a good boy like Roy would feel anything for him... After all... he knew better than anyone, how utterly unlovable he truly was.
He steps back once, his hands on Royâs shoulderâs pushing him even further away.
âS-sorry about that. Feel free to forget about it.â He lets out, trying to act as nonchalant as always, and quickly turns to open the door to leave.
blccdsuckerâ:
It was an awful cut. Pulling the shrapnel out had been the worst of it, but his arm still held a gash - by morning it was likely to be fine. Alastor thought if heâd acted blasĂ© about it; nobody would point it out.Â
âA few people do, I donât even do anything to piss them off. I gave the money - he refused to give me the ââ he didnât want to admit to buying illegal explosives ââboom stick. And all hell broke loose.â Alastor let out a heavy sigh. It had been an explosion, if it werenât for the fact that he was a vampire; he mightnât have made it out of that shady shack.Â
He shook his head rapidly and laughed. âFor legal purposes â no â the wall did,â Alastor continued to slowly pretend-sip at his water through a smile, âbecause that man is ⊠not doing well.â Potentially-past tense.Â
Towa let out a hushed, dry chuckle at the childish âBoom stickâ. He wasnât a stranger to talks of crime and murder, considering how often he stuck his neck into the most dangerous of situations, tagging along to some of the worst criminals and sometimes even participating of their illegal activities in his constant search for inspiration -not to mention his relation to the local mafia, as much as heâd like to deny it.Â
âI donât think anyone here but you cares about stuff like thatâ Towa replied to Alastorâs comment of âlegal purposesâ, an amused glint in his usual hushed words. The amber of his eye continued to be transfixed in the deep red of Alastorâs arm, he quickly picked out his sketchbook, starting to draft in dark lines the shape of Alastorâs wound.
âSo, do you have a new seller for you... Boom-stick?â he added, the ring of a quiet laugh mixed along with his words
red-head-courageâ:
He stood a bit far for the other for the simple reason not to be a too much of a bother to them and also to give them some space in respect to his senpaiâs personal space, and also tries to mask his own screw ups with trying to match up the moves.Â
 A simple nod with his head and as a quiet agreement to his senpaiâs commenting he took a soft relaxing breath to clam the tense of his body, lowing his hip a little more.Â
Looking into the mirror it was easy to see both his own movements and those of Roy. He was kind of awkward still, but it was clear that he was trying to do as Izumi had told him.
âFollow the rhythm! It hardly looks like youâre dancing like thatâ He ordered in his usual snarky voice.
the siren
this archetype is one of the most misunderstood and misrepresented in my opinion, which i assume fits with you nicely. people see you as some cold and awful person, seducing others only to discard them when you get bored. in reality, you probably didnât have a lot of control over your life before, did you? this is the same case as the ruler, both lacking in power and autonomy. the difference between you and the ruler, however, is that you only care about reclaiming that power for yourself. you also seek the feeling of being wanted, truly and wholly, and this quest seems never ending. try your best to avoid putting yourself into horrible situations just for a brief moment of respite from the loneliness.
What is your literary archetype?
the jester.
i can guarantee you've said "the trauma made me funny" at least once. out of all the archetypes, you're the easiest to read. your emotions, thoughts, and feelings are so obvious to see, but somehow no one sees it, right? you're too independent for your own good. you have a tendency to overshare or vent unwittingly, but you always backtrack and cover it up with some kind of flimsy excuse or joke. you want someone to see that you are hurting too, but that can't happen until you stop brushing everything off and letting yourself feel it. but you're probably scared of being vulnerable, aren't you?
What is your literary archetype?
Of wounds
from x @blccdsuckerâ
âSomeone has it against you?â
Towa chuckled a bit. The idea of anyone having a problem with Alastor somehow unthinkable to him. His gaze fixed in the wound before him his fingers approached it in a curious manner. Heâd always enjoyed the sight of wounds... the flesh, the blood...
âDid you at least hit back?â He asked almost playfully
"I heard that you're a painter?" The vampire approached Towa with a slight smile. He was curious.
@blccdsucker
Another night, another guy approaching him out of nowhere.
Towa lifted his gaze from the bitter yellow splashing inside his glass, and turned his attention to the man. Almost silver hair, clear eyes, a bit taller than himself.
His smile was hard to read. He seemed curious but also... uncomfortable? Was he actually interested in 'Euphoria' but maybe nervous about something? Or was this just an icebreaker and he feared Towa would realize it?
It didn't matter either way. He was almost finishing his drink, and as always, he felt hungry for something of interest.
"What if I am?" He replied in his usual harsh tone. "Will you buy me a drink or something?"
He didn't really meant it. His single golden eye, however, was carefully evaluating the man's reactions.
red-head-courageâ:
He really does his best to overcome his shyness. âThank you senpai.â the red haired grabs a bottle of water opens it and drinks a bit. âI will absorb watch and learn.â The practice room is so vast a full of the best equipment as sits there for a few moments watching the other practicing a bit. After some short moment of watching the steps he rise up from his sit tryin to mimic the moves.
Izumi straightens his back and puffs up his chest just a bit more at the familiar ring of the word âsenpaiâ, his whole self brimming with pride. Thatâs right. Thatâs exactly how newbies should be. Respectful, obedient. Nothing like those... other brats.
He focuses on his own routine. The attentive look of Royâs eyes forcing him to try even harder than usual, hoping his usual mistakes wouldnât be too obvious to him. - the last thing he wanted was to lose the boyâs respect.
He soon notices the boy trying to imitate his moves. He looks a bit stiff, but is evident that he is trying his best.
âRelax your articulations. Lower your hip a bit more... and try to match the music, if you donât anything else you do is kind of pointless.â
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The second he sees Yusukeâs face, his shoulders drop. He was hoping to find a partner that would mess him up tonight but he guesses heâs gonna have to give up on that. He knows by now that Yusuke isnât exactly easy to shake off.
âSo... what is it this time?â he says in his usual monotone, sinking his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he looks for a cigarette. If this is going to take a while heâd rather be smoking.
âYouâre looking for âEuphoriaâ?â sitting on his usual spot at the edge of the bar counter, he gives the person a long look with his one golden eye. His face obscured by the shadows of the uneven lighting âWhat for?â
âGive the fox your food.â
...did the fox just spoke?
Hiiro stops chewing and gives a shocked looked at the fox at his feet. It was looking up at him, expectantly. Heâd never seen foxes speak... but then again this wasnât his tiny town, maybe it was normal for foxes to speak here? Who was he to tell?
Then he looked at the nikuman in his own hand (which he had already started eating). It was the only âfoodâ he had on his person at the moment.
âIs this okay?â he asked, crouching down and offering the nikuman.
red-head-courageâ:
The red haired trasfer student feels more relaxed letting his body like raw clay to be mold by the other male.
âY..yesâ. He replies to them with a soft quiet voice turning slowly his chest towards them and while keeps on smiling giving them a wink from one of his eyes.
âHaha, such an awkward winkâ Izumi finds himself chuckling at the earnest attempts from the transfer student. At least is evident he is trying his hardest.
âThere, you can restâ he offers, giving the boy a pat on the shoulder âBut donât forget what I told you. Straight back, low shoulders. Keep your weight balanced on the low of your hips. Itâll shape your silhouette and help you get your dance steps right.â
He nods, satisfied with his comments. It is fun to tease younger kids, but he has his own things to worry about. Like getting practice done.
âAnyway, I need to get back to my own practice. You must know basic stretches, right? You can do some of that and maybe some easy steps on the side. Thereâs plenty of space so make use of it, okay? Also feel free to grab a water bottle from that table over there if youâre thirsty.â he offers, turning away to prepare the music.