#ialeeren

[kevinvytr-blog]

Wilted, Withering

Sighing in relief Ren’s shoulder sank and a soft smile came to his lips as he understood he wouldn’t be in danger for picking flowers in most likely forbidden places because the newcomer didn’t know or care about it. “Good, thank you.” Looking down at the lily between his fingers he watched as the petals changed from deep purple to a lighter fuchsia colour and then continued on to a bright pink to fit his mood better. “They’re just so perfect.” Sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth he sent a quick glance at the other when he was suddenly given an attitude that seemed to fit the stranger perfectly and it had the dark being sigh again. “True… but seeing as I live here and I’ve never seen you before it seemed logic to think you just arrived. Sorry if I got that wrong, are you a shapeshifter? Ohh are you the dog?” There was a really cute fluffy dog walking around the grounds from time to time and if that was who he was now talking to it would make sense they hadn’t actually talked before.

@leeren-ia

Had no idea why the other was thanking him but whatever. The amount of sense he was making was enough that he almost just... left. Then the other continued and the urge to leave increased a number of times within a variance of two seconds. For once in his life, he wanted to be the first one. To belong first. Not to be some stray thing wandering about and never truly knowing what he was doing anywhere. “I’m not a dog,” he said, blatant. God, dogs hated him. He could hardly imagine being one. Wrinkling his nose, he took a step back, thumbs rubbing at the seams of his jeans. “And I don’t shapeshift.” He had to recognize the fact that he was pretty much useless, really. He wouldn’t be telling the other what he was, nor admitting that he was new, if he could help it. The shifting color of whatever the guy was holding wasn’t something his blurred vision wouldn’t catch. “What are you doing?”

[kevinvytr-blog]

The flower resting in his palm smelled divine and the young demon smiled widely at the bright colour as he entered the school only to freeze in his steps to stare. "Auhm... I didn't steal it. It was already on the ground and I just... I'm going to put it in a vase so everyone can enjoy it." Mumbling nonsense to the stranger did nothing good other than helping the boy convince himself he wouldn't get in trouble for picked the flower. "Welcome home though, I hope you like it here with us. "

It was absolutely unexpected to find someone making excuses suddenly when he’d barely noticed the person in the first place. “What?” Kevin squinted, seeing a splotch of color at his distance but hell if he knew what it was. A vase. A flower? He stopped squinting. “I don’t care,” he hummed, sliding his hands into his back pockets and wondering why he was stopping for this person in the first place.

Welcome home. Well, thanks, but what was he supposed to say to that? “Weren’t you the one who just entered campus?” Kevin asked. “I was here first.” Technically. Relatively speaking. He’d only been at Insolitus for a week or two, but relatively speaking.

[anaikatesch-blog]

Was she mute? A little taken back by the fact he wondered if he could speak with her or if he should find something to write on but then shook it off as stupidity and smiled widely when she returned his question. “I do. I feel at home here and I found nice people. People that care.” An image of his man flashing before his eyes made him blush slightly but then he refocused on the female and tilted his head while thinking. “Would you like to join me to the cafeteria? There is a fireplace there and I’m sure they lit it tonight, we could have some hot drinks and a marshmallow or two… unless that’s too childish and you want something stronger because then you need to find one of the older students.” Biting his lip he looked down at his feet before moving up on his toes then rolled back on his heels while waiting for her to turn him down with a laugh only to remember she didn’t speak and he looked up hurriedly. “Sorry, forgot you don’t speak. But amm… yeah, want to come with me?”

@leeren-ia

Her simple question had received a whole lot more in response than she had intended in asking, and she was a little taken aback by the bashful reply. She was even more taken aback by the sudden invitation, eyebrows furrowing and a potent feeling of unease creeping up her spine. The man was rambling—child?—and her arms slowly came up to hug to herself, suspicion and paranoia settling in by the final query. She flicked out a response, words steely. ‘I may not be able to speak but I can respond. I do not know why you wish for my company. My answer is no.’ Her hesitance showed her lack of knowledge at his intention, completely aware that there was no undue levels of negative karma surrounding him but also aware that such indications could mean very little. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she gave a courteous, but short bow, and turned to leave.

[anaikatesch-blog]

He wasn't really sure where he had picked up the habit of humming but it was kind of nice to hear something other than the winds outside for a change. If there was one thing about winter he didn't like it was the harsh weather and storms coming around after dark. Not that he was afraid or anything just not really in the mood to be alone and the new face crossing his paths would be the perfect company for the night. "Hi, welcome home! I hope you like it here with us." Smiling he added. "Do you?"

How did people still know she was new? It was embarrassing at this point. Halting in her path, she drew her coat around herself and wondered how she might answer such an abrupt question. It came out of nowhere. Though she was reluctant to take her fingers out from any place of warmth, she drew them out and pushed out of the aether small figments of light to spell out, ‘It has been nice.’ This was an admittance she was not embarrassed about, though she was surprised to find it as such. ‘Do you?’ she repeated.