⊰♚: — ⋆ Knightingale

[maleficariim]

tantrauma:

          “I’m not saying it was ghosts…but it was probably ghosts.”

         ⊰♚: — ⋆ Upon further investigation, he would have to agree. There was no other way to explain the phenomenon they witnessed.  ❛ ...Indeed. ❜

[maleficariim]

          ⊰♚: — ⋆ From across the classroom, he felt the humid chill soaring  in through the window, filling the space with the pleasant scent of fresh rain. Once class was dismissed, Ron gathered his things and stepped through the aisles of desks and up to the window, curious to see how hard it was raining.

          ❛ I hope everyone has brought their umbrellas... ❜ he said to himself, aware that he had forgotten his own.

[maleficariim]

hemo-erotic:

          He wasn’t asking Savy, but she spoke up anyway. “I ignored that question on purpose.” Sass falling on deaf ears, most likely.

          As for Skylar, he didn’t do eye-contact. Ron looked at him and for half a second saw blue, then Skylar looked away. One day the dramatic reveal will come and tell all how it makes him feel like the empire of shit that is the stand-in for a soul is being stared into, but today is not that day. So undramatically, he sighed.

          To the sisters, “Guns down, ladies.” To Ron, “We’re going to the carnival.” It wasn’t his idea to sneak out, so he wasn’t going to listen if Ron started reading them the riot act.

    ⊰♚: — ⋆ Suddenly he felt foolish for putting so much of his faith in them. ❛ The carnival? ❜ he repeated, almost in disbelief but this seemed more the likely than his original thought of possible responsibility. The carnival had been in Eclipse for about a week now, tonight should be their last night in the town. He supposed it had been a long week, this is probably their last chance to enjoy the festivities, and thus why they’re sneaking out.

[maleficariim]

arcanaceas:

     ⋆🌙°°.❛ —Centipedes have their ways.  ❜ She stated, speaking for Ron out of habit again, but loading her finger gun full arm gangster style with her sister. Ron probably just did his weird melting down into the floor thing again ( more than a safe assumption to make ), there aren’t too many ways to sneak past Chuck now in days. He’s pretty much seen it all at this point. Unless Ron really did turn into a centipede and slipped out from under the door. Scary thought.

      ❛ —Shouldn’t you, I don’t know, be sleeping? Those are, uh, spiffy jammies you got there. ❜ Brah must’ve raced out of his room like race rabbit or something not to have used his magic or something to change. Cherokee, under the constant impression Ron uses his magic for even the simplest of things, she looked to Skylar in a way that said ‘where’s your gun?’.

     ⊰♚: — ⋆ He faced their pointing with the same response he gave the rest of their strange behavior. He ignored it. Though, at the mention of his untied shoes and his ‘spiffy jammies’, he looked down to his attire-- white knitted sweater, dark gray lounge pants, black school blazer, brown uniform boots-- and figured himself a disaster. If he could help it, he didn’t go outdoors wearing anything less than proper attire. Nothing ripped, nothing stained, everything tucked in.

     Kneeling down far enough to tie his boots one at a time, he sighed. This, of course, wasn’t the first time they tried to leave school grounds after dark and it surely wasn’t going to be the last. He may be the step-son of the headmistress, but it wasn’t his place to stop them. He knew, without a doubt, they could take care fo themselves, and he trusted they wouldn’t be leaving unless it were for something important.

     ❛ I was trying too when I saw your light from the window. Where are you off to this late at night? ❜ He met Skylar’s eyes in question. If any of them, he could trust Skylar wouldn’t lie to him as the girls would, and have.

[maleficariim]

⊰♚: — ⋆ Wandering around school grounds after curfew was prohibited to all students. Through the years, this rule had been broken at least a hundred times by students Ron could easily name. His own among them. Tonight, he wouldn’t have broken this rule again, hadn’t he caught the glimpse of a bright flashlight from his bedroom window. The flash lasted a moment or two, long enough for him to make out the shape of three leaving school grounds. Assuming it was again freshmen doing something stupid, Ron slipped on his uniform shoes and left his dorm swiftly enough to catch the group by the gate, before anything awful could happen. The three he caught wasn’t who he expected, and somehow that caused him release his initial worry.

❛ Need I even ask what you’re all doing? ❜

[leiasong]

[maleficariim]

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[nuclear-princess]

[shoshi-7]

[merflk]

[maleficariim]

@hemo-erotic 

[ofstarsandwine]

[hemoerotic]

@maleficariim

                         “You know those aren’t all yours, right? This is a library? You have to share?” Normally Skylar wouldn’t give a shit, but some girls ( actually, just Cherokee ) are complaining. And anyway, the chance that Ron will ‘forget’ to return them is always high, the book hoarder.

[maleficariim]

        ▌▏: ♚  — Was he being discourteous? He had to have been since it was Skylar who was voicing himself. The markerpire almost never did that or really complained at another. Not unless you were being the worlds biggest douche ❛ —I have the intention of putting them back when I am finished. But, if there is something you require now, please help yourself. ❜ Ron used his dark blue fountain pen to point around the carefully gathered, carefully stacked piles of books along the table.

[katibalistic-deactivated2018040]

     there was a long pause as she stared at him. slowly she tilted her head. this soon came with a nod and a shrug. then a small er. this was awkward. she hated awkward interactions. they confused her and dug into her nervous/shy persona. in which she hide like 80% of the time.        ❛   Erm… Nice to m-meet you to? What… What things have you h-heard. ❜     her throat felt slight dry which made her voice crack. her fingers playing with the bottom of her hair due to that being a  coping strat to make sure her nerves didn’t get shot. This could end badly or nicely.

[maleficariim]

         ▌▏: ♚  — He gave her a reassuring smile, waving away the tension that fogged the air  thick. She seemed nervous with the way she fussed with her hair, he was told that was one of the reasons girls tugged and twisted at their drapes. 

             ❛ —Only good things, I promise. Our mutual friends have only had kind things to say, such as you’re some how related to chocolate, and something about a team of dogs. ❜

          Not that he knew what a husky was. But the note forced upon him-- Cherokee roughly jammed in his pocket as she passed, likely on her way to class-- had been pretty clear. “Met Kat by the gate.’ It said ‘Don’t be late. and don’t let Sierra see you. It’s a surprise.’. Her crude handwriting seemed adamant, he was determined no to mess this up.

            ❛ —I’m Ron, by the way. The girls use many names for me. ‘ Nerdface ’ is probably the one you’ve heard. I was told of your arrival, and to meet you here while the girls were still in class. ❜

[maleficariim]

@theqxeenbitch

         ▌▏: ♚  —- He was finally face to face with the spiritual woman he had heard so much about, Sierra rubbing it in his face that she was able to get a significant other before himself. Kaitlin was not at all what he was expecting.

            ❛ —It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I have heard much. ❜

          Kat didn’t look nearly as insane as he initially thought she would have to be, to put with with the amount of madness Sierra was known for. Or, at least he knew her for.

[maleficariim]

          ▌▏: ♚  ---- Nimble fingers quick and wispy danced between key to key, each careful push adding a new kind of elegance to his tune. His unfocused stare enraptured to the great piano before him as he heard the room dance, the chatterer and clicking of heels and shoes. There was something about having the entire room flow on behind him-- all moving to the same pace and step-- that was unbelievable. Before, he had only played for his sister. How she moved, twisting and spinning. How closed off they seemed to all else in their solus. Now, he was playing for the whole room, the school heard him play, his song sailed through the space, drifting to the high ceiling as the ballroom moved on.

          Loose hair took the liberty of falling to his cheek, smoothing, silking over his warmer skin. He didn’t pay it care, he needed his hands to the task he gladly engaged. He was at peace, he was happy, a delicate smile spread across his sharp lips. He didn’t want to stop playing this melody, but it had come to it’s slow end.

          His ashen fingers slowed on the intricate keys as the song turned to a lingering chime. Then, it was over. The room filled with slow to start applause. He turned in his seat on the bench, a  alluring smile spread further into his features, those careful fingers guiding that bit of hair behind his ear.

          ❛ —Thank you, and happy Christmas everyone. ❜

[maleficariim]

hemo-erotic:

                         This just in: Science says you’re a lil’ bitch.

   :: ★ Charming as ever I see. Could I help improve your mood with one such hug?

[maleficariim]

hemo-erotic:

                         Even stranger…it’s like somehow, some way, this aforementioned fool knows where the fixed seam is on the demon’s magic undershirt and could, if he so felt the need, tell Dillin where it is…curiouser and curiouser.

    :: ★ You forget the best part of our strange discoveries. There is a rumor going around that says, you enjoy hugs in loud crowded places. That affection is what what makes that undead heart of yours beat like a skipping school girl. I was thinking of sharing this finding with our group of friends. Wouldn’t that just be splendid?