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[nathanxlee]

Unintended || Nathan & Asce

The turning of events in the two vampires' relationship had truly been a pleasant one for Nathan, since he against all previous odds found himself enjoying the company Asce provided him with. At this point, he'd actually say that the two were friends without much hesitation, it seemed like what he had learnt was an older, crusnik vampire, enjoyed their time together as much as the younger did. They had over the span of the previous weeks, learnt a lot about one another - or as much as they had felt comfortable with at least. Nathan had told Asce brief details about his protected childhood as well as his years spent abroad, in countries all over the world where the weather allowed him to live a somewhat normal life. Europe had been his home the past century and a half, with rare exceptions for visits in both China and Japan. And those trips had mainly been for mastering the cuisine in each country. Though, as he had explained for the elder as he had told him about it, his visit in China had been much shorter than planned. Simply because he couldn't stand the commoner's behaviour. It wasn't very refined in the eyes of the younger vampire, and as someone who had grown used to manners it was hard to ignore. 

And so, Nathan had moved to Japan instead and stayed many years more than originally intended. It had been a country living up to his high expectations, not to mention how cooking was actual art in the Japanese culture. He had, unintentionally going into details, explained how he got very interested in the Japanese traditions and culture and how he travelled all over the country to make observations. Having to part with the country had been painful, but it had been needed. And that was basically how he ended up in the current place, at the university they both attended. Things he did leave out for the moment, was small details such as his first decades as a vampire and how they had left him as a pale, apathetic shell of his former self. They way he looked at himself and the actions he had performed in his past was something he still struggled with, though he never bothered anyone with those thoughts. He had done so once, and that person had ended up using him in the same manner as those in his past. He really didn't want that with Asce and wouldn't even allow himself to consider sharing those bits of himself, not until he felt their relationship had matured enough. Something he knew could take years. But even so, it could be worth it. 

All things so far though, had led to the present time. Nathan had, a few days prior, been invited over (thanks to his room mate) to a party on a different floor of the dorm. A celebration of sorts, for having survived this far in university, though it was obviously just an excuse for throwing a party. Not that Nathan did mind and thought he'd be present, it could be a healthy change in surroundings for once. The ones holding the party weren't known for being very shy and considerate towards the rest of the students living in the dorms and even though it only was in the afternoon, they started playing music so loud the throbbing base could be felt in the walls. It was as if the pulsating music spoke of what was to be expected, and with his good hearing, Nathan could hear every syllable sung as clear as if they had played the music in the room next to them. Getting ready didn't take long, waiting for his room mate on the other hand, that was a completely different story. After all, they did have different goals set for the night: Nathan simply wanted to socialise whilst his room mate wanted to have sex with one of the girls present at the party. Sex wasn't what Nathan aimed for, not at all. 

[nathanxlee]

Strangers || Nathan & Asce

Eleven thirty in the evening. It was eleven thirty in the evening and Nathan couldn't get any peace and quiet, not by his standards at least. The 20 something man he shared a room with made too much noise for him to concentrate, his breathing was way too loud for the vampire's liking. The best situation would have been his room mate not breathing at all, but killing the man for such a petty thing would not be accepted. Humans needed to breathe in order to not die after all. So instead of trying to make the man he lived with breathe quieter, Nathan decided to get out of the small living space both males shared. Picking up one of his hoodies from a chair near his bed, a simple black one with a white star printed on the back, he put it on as well as a pair of his shoes before going out through the door. Leaving his sleeping room mate behind. 

Another reason for needed to get out of the room, was simply because he had run out of books to read. The course literature had been finished weeks ago, so novels were his only way to pass time. He sometimes wondered exactly why he was attending this school, or any school for that matter. Sure, one could never have enough education but it was easier to obtain on your own, without having to endure long hours of a professor's endless talks and the whispers across the hall where the students were seated. Secrets and gossip were not exactly hard to hear, and during every minute of the class he would wish that they all could just shut their mouths. Nathan could not at all see the point in paying thousands of dollars to go to a school where are you did was talking. The only voice he never had heard whispering during class, was the one belonging to a tall, dark haired Asian student. The one who never smiled. It was something peculiar about that one man, the tone in his voice and his choice or words when he did speak seemed so out of place. It was obvious that the man was older than what he said. 

He walked through spacious hallways, the sounds of the soles of his shoes hitting the floor echoed, and he did not meet but a person or two on his way to the library. It was dark outside and Nathan could only catch the gleaming of a small amount of stars before entering through the wide gates of the university's library. He only waved in the librarian's general direction, she knew him well by now and did not mind the slightest that he sometimes spent whole nights in the library, his nose buried in an old classic piece of literature. Tonight, he felt a need to reread Oscar Wilde's works, and therefore he headed straight to that part of the vast building. Finally finding the right shelf after minutes of searching, his hand stretched out to grab the book, but something prevented him to do as he wished. There was another hand there as well as his own.