#thread 11

[enduringdevotion]

Ripples Become Waves ||@bloodicdfeathers||

It'd been a couple weeks since the rain, since the meeting in the toxic rain. Of them bonding and somewhat dancing around whatever it was Nicholas and Xuanyu has become. They'd grown close, he'd stolen the other's hand whenever he could, sitting close to him to just feel his heat, hell, Nicholas even stole little kisses here and there just to see the other blush.

Though they'd break away whenever the 'parents' came around. It was beginning to irritate him. Xuanyu was yet to properly move in and he didn't even sleep in the house, just crashed in the back yard. It felt safer, somehow.

So he'd finally asked Xuanyu on a date. Took a page out of Nai's book and suggested an aquarium. He's never seen fish before, even since being here beyond films. So, in his newly made shawl with the very same flowers suggested by Xuan, a half corset, open long-sleeve rolled up, tight pants laced up the side of his legs and his slightly heeled boots, he prepares for what he hopes is a good day.

With his phone secured, keys, ride ready to be ordered - which was also a new and frightening thing - and a good chunk of change on his card, he was ready.

Knocking on the door shouldn't be so nerve wracking. Nor should standing there with bouquet of forget-me-nots, blue roses and Bethlehem’s stars. The beautiful, unattainable hope he yearned for that the other brought, that feeling of rebirth, a cleansing he wasn't quite ready to fully see himself, but he could feel.

He felt stupid, face warming as he shifted on his feet, forcing himself to calm, to slow. No gun, no devil rain, no war, no desert, no shitty Aunts. Just he, Xuanyu and hopefully, some fish.

[toa-masquerade]

You feel a little out of place.

What does one even do in these kind of events? You wander around the edges of the dance floor as to not get in the way of any esteemed dancers ready to show off their skills.

There... should be some food here no? You decide to start there, perhaps someone else is in the same position that you are, so at least it will be easier to strike up some sort of conversation.

[watfletcher]

[ cont from here with @kyliedcnvers​ ]

He moved a hand up her leg, then touched her cheek, giving a smile, touching her hand. He then with drew almost entirely before pulling her legs into his lap, his hand trailing down them as he spoke.

“It’s funny... You don’t think about taking breathing for granted until you... simply don’t anymore. It’s all a production, you know?” Wat smirked, “All that exasperated sighing I do in class. Just an funny habit.”

[dhanilyman]

Important | Dhani & Lily

[cont from here]

@lilylynch

“DHANI.”She shouted feeling her heart beat a little faster as she ran towards him. She might have only met him a few times, but he was kind and her sister loved and care about him, which made him important to her.  She quickly pulled him into her arms pressing her hands on him healing him. “ Dhani, are you alright?” She asked worriedly.

He shouted in pain, landing on the ground on his elbow, hard. Something popped. Something hurt like a song of a bitch and then someone was holding him and he was too much in pain to push them away like he knew he should have. When the flare in his elbow was gone, he pushed himself out of the person’s touch, surprised to see it was Lily, and then looked down at his side and his arm. The bruises were still there. Good. Fuck good, but it was better than being healed too much. The last thing he wanted was Warren after his future sister-in-law.

He held out his hands to stop her from coming closer and healing him any more and found he was still a bit out of breath from the surprise of falling out of a damn tree. He’d fallen asleep reading. He usually liked climbing a tree and reading, a clever way to avoid guards and reminded him of climbing the big tree in Uncle Gordy’s backyard and reading comics until Gordy or Dad came looking for him.

“I’m okay. Just-- Leave the bruises, it’s fine. It’s against my rules to heal me anymore but-- I think I had broken or dislocated my elbow with that fall. Thank you.” He took a breath and then smiled, “Hi, Lily.”

[jodylinnel]

Introductions | Asher & Jody

@asher-marx

Asher probably wasn’t supposed to be out right now, but she needed to move her muscles. So, as soon the chance came to get out her cell she took it, making her way to the dance studio where she practiced for school. It was so funny, Asher had never danced when she was alive, and now it was one of the only things that made her anger go away. So as she stretched her muscles, she turned on some music and just danced, unaware of someone walking into the room.

Another student that slipped through his files. He was trying to get better about meeting student, introducing himself to let them know he was someone they could come to if they needed to feel listened to. He followed Asher into the studio, not wanting to call her name in case he might scare her. Seeing her starting to dance, he started back out of the room.

[watfletcher]

@malakainolanti​ sent...

“Kiss me and help me forget about it?” 

“Were it right as bade-- just as bad for you?” Wat corrected his english, heaving a sigh. He hadn’t spoken in such a manner in so bloody long... All these memories pushed to the forefront again. It was a blessing and a curse.

He took the slave’s face in his hands, gently kissing the good looking boy. He took a sniff of his neck, attempting to determine what he was. Perhaps just human but damned if he didn’t look like an elf or pixie. That would be preferable, if he were being honest, but no matter. He was willing and ready and that was more than preferable.

“I’ll take you home tonight. Promise... just to hold me if I start crying at any point. Don’t ask questions.” Wat smiled sadly stroking his cheek.

[dhanilyman]

Reaction | Dhani & Keith

Dhani knew Aleksey wouldn’t be pleased but he’d be far more forgiving. Dhani had no idea what Keith’s reaction would be. But not good. Dhani didn’t see the vampire around just yet and quickly got dressed in the break room, glad to wear regular nice clothes, that Warren was allowing that for Keith’s workplace at least. He hoped the gift for Keith he had brought him might soften the blow. After all Keith had given him a rather nice few gifts for Christmas. He had sat with Daisy simply reeling from the fact that Keith had given him not one but several cameras.

Dhani laid the wrapped painting on the table as he put on his tie, taking deep breaths and going over what he would say to Keith as he’d done on his walk here. He hoped Keith hadn’t taken anything out on Daisy. She hadn’t known anything about Warren keeping him house bound for the holidays. And Dhani hadn’t been able to tell anyone. And Warren just hadn’t bothered.

Dhani straightened his tie and put on his suit jacket, the one Keith had given him for his birthday.

@keith-crane

[dhanilyman]

Back Again | Agnarr & Dhani

Agnarr moved off of the boat, letting out a low groan and closing his eyes. He rested on his crutch for a moment, trying to settle his rolling stomach. He really fucking hated water. Open water… Dhani had tried teaching him to swim once – he didn’t remember much of it, but there was a pool. With a bottom. That he could see. That made it a little easier. Plus, Dhani was with him, helping him the whole time. A ship on the ocean was much different… and much more terrifying. If something were to happen on that damned boat, Gods forbid… He was fucked. He wasn’t fond of this place, not in the slightest… but anywhere was better than that fucking boat.

As they arrived on the island… something felt off to Agnarr, something he couldn’t quite explain. He remembered the island… the school and even the people, but he wasn’t entirely sure why he had this sense of foreboding. Not until he stepped onto the dock and the memories came rushing back, things about the Institute that he didn’t remember at all. He had been a slave. And now he was again. Fuck.

He hadn’t put up much of a fight when the guards slapped a collar on him, not like he had last time. Too much effort and he knew he’d need his strength. Especially if he ran into Warren – or Gods forbid someone worse. He tugged at the thick leather band, face upturning in a small grimace as his piercing blue eyes gazed around the island; around the campus. Coming back during winter break was smart… Get some time off… He thought to himself before adjusting the strap on his bag, holding it tight as he moved a little; adjusting the pressure on his leg. The crutches were new… ish. And he was still getting used to them, but it was better than the last time he was here, using only his stakes to pull himself.

The man wasn’t as quick on the crutches, but it was nice to be off the ground. Taking a slow breath, stifling a groan, Agnarr started to make his way towards the grant student dorms - cells. He was making good pace too until he felt someone slam into him full force. Grunting a little as he stumbled back, almost losing his footing. Can’t fall. Falling hurts more than crawling. Falling makes you look weak. Do not fucking fall. DON’T! FALL!

He dropped his bag, freehand flashing out and grabbing the nearest wall and steadying himself, closing his eyes tightly and letting out a low growl as pain flashed through his lower limbs. Better than falling. Always better than falling… He held tight to the wall, adjusting his grip on his crutch before a low – almost animalistic snarl escaped him. “Se det! Fucking watch where you’re going! Is that too hard?” Blue eyes flashed over to the others face, filled with fury.

“Shit!” Dhani exclaimed, feeling himself trip and slam into Agnarr, having run to greet the young man, excited as hell to see him. Today had started off bad. Warren was in a pissy mood and Dhani had nearly burned himself with his coffee in the kitchen when Warren grabbed him to take his frustrations out on.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!” Dhani said, genuinely worried that he’d caused Agnarr pain, or worse, fucking broken something with his clumsiness. But he couldn’t stop the smile from his face, straightening up and touched Agnarr’s face, gently planting a kiss on his cheek, thinking that hugging him would be unwelcomed as he was trying to steady himself still.

“Look at you, you beautiful bastard!” He chuckled, “You’re upright, holy shit! I’m sorry you’re here but I am so happy to see you at the same time.”

Dhani was skinnier than Agnarr might have remembered. Not terribly but enough to be noticable, still fit, but thinner. Dark bruises against his dark skin littered his body, a fresh one against his cheekbone, a faded scratch and bruise at his eyebrow. The boxers and sneakers being the only thing he wore other than a thorned motif of a thin collar around his neck was rather notiable too.

“Sorry. Are you okay? I-- just tripped, I guess, I was so excited to see you.”