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[vampyrit]

ironicxblue​:

He attempted to shrug the shorter guy off with a huff, god Ritsu could be clingy when he was sleepy. Izumi was only comfortable getting so close to certain people.

And though Kuma-kun was sometimes one of them, right now he just wasn’t in the mood.

“Well right now I don’t like you very much,” he grumbled.

He moved away, checked the time and sighed. The others were late, but fuck it, he’d make time to go grab a coffee. He needed one. He wasn’t going to nap like a certain someone had suggested. That was a slippery slope.

“I’m going to go grab a drink. If I come back and you’re either sleeping or gossiping, I swear this time I will kill you.”

Eeeh? He really was affected by it all, huh? Letting him shrug him off, Ritsu crossed his arms with a huff. “If it was that important to you, you should have told me~ Seriously~ Sooo annoying.”

Waving off Izumi, Ritsu turned his back on the other. Determined to do the exact opposite of what his unit mate was asking. The practice room still had a nice sleeping corner, perfect for when the others were late. And Izumi was... Going to get a drink or whatever.

Not that he planned to sleep. His fixed sleeping schedule sadly came with the unexpected side effect of not being able to nap as easily. “Whatever~ Have fun, don’t put too much sugar in your coffe.”

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ironicxblue​:

He couldn’t stop the flinch in response to Ritsu’s words. They were supposed to be the fanservice unit. He couldn’t have one of their fans thinking of him the way he knew the majority of people around ES did! This was so frustrating.

Izumi didn’t like having to face and deal with his emotions.

He’d been embarrassed by the girl and had wound up being too harsh with her. Then when he admitted what had happened to Ritsu, it had gotten worse. He was tired, and in a bad mood and there were just some aspects of his private life that he wanted to keep private.

Romance, dating…that was one of them.

People already saw him as a villain. He didn’t need that making things harder for him.

Izumu huffed, running his fingers through his hair, careful not to muss it even in his frustration.

“I’m just tired. And I didn’t need another reason for people to either laugh at me or think I’m the worst. Especially when it comes to…that sort of thing. That’s all.”

He didn’t mention the fact he’d rather a certain person didn’t hear either. 

Well~ Truly Izumis popularity would take a dive if they knew how he usually was. But only for a while, yeah? Plenty girls were into tsuns like that, he’d gain back his fans in no time, surely. But Knights would take a hit for a while.

“Tired?” Perking up, the nocturnal flashed a smile. “You should have just said so, Secchan~ Let’s go sleep~” Humming happily, as if the earlier topic had been entirely forgotten, he gracefully draped himself around Izumis neck.

“Hardly think you’re the worst guy to confess to~? Even if you’re probably quite brutal.” Changing into a thoughtful pout, he let out a small sigh. “Doesn’t matter though. We still like you.”

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ironicxblue​:

“Yuu-kun doesn’t hide from me! Very often anymore…”

If Izumi stomped his foot like a child when exclaiming that, he wasn’t about to admit it to anyone.

His relationship with Yuu-kun was complicated. If he was honest, it still hurt a little that the blond refused to see him as an older brother figure anymore. They’d been so close when they were little, and now…

He shook his head.

They were working at that. Izumi was trying to be…a little less full-on. And Yuu-kun was willing to spend some time with him. It was better than nothing.

“Anyway! That’s against the point. I just meant that you have your own image to think of too. So don’t tease me about mine, if you don’t want yours thrown back in your face.”

“’Very often’ is the keyword, isn’t it?” Giving Izumi a look of mock empathy, he shook his head with a dramatic sigh. “Ehhh~? My image is perfectly fine, Secchan? I’m not the one rejecting poor innocent girls in public cafes.”

He would, though. If necessary. Though probably a bit more elegant than the knight currently facing him. 

“... Nee Secchan.. Is it really that big of a deal to you?” Given, of course, he’d always ruffle his friends feathers if given the chance. But.. Maybe he really shouldn’t have told Arashi about it. 

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ironicxblue​:

What the fuck?!!

Izumi’s head jerked up at Ritsu’s grumble, his face flushing red as he glowered at his so-called friend.

“I swear Kuma-kun, I will kill you if you don’t quit it. Sooo~ annoying!” he snapped back.

There was no way that was true. There were plenty of non-embarrassing things that he could tell Ritsu and the others about himself. Hell, life was generally pretty good right now.

So why did it feel like he had a point…

Nope, not going there.

“Focus on your own embarrassments. I’m sure you have plenty with the childish way you behave around Isara.”

Izumis reaction was picture perfect. Almost too Good to not continue the jests~ ah how he'd missed his obvious reactions. It was no where as from to tease him through text messages.

"You caught on, huh? Good boy~" Snickering he let his friend rage on. At least until he brought Mao into the picture.

Scarlet eyes narrowing suspiciously, he gave a shrug. "I hardly think you're the one to speak, Secchan~? At least Maa-kun doesn't hide when he sees me."

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ironicxblue​:

Izumi narrowed his eyes at the black-haired-boy.

“I hadn’t been planning on it. Telling you was risky enough. Telling her? That’s just asking for it to get passed around the entirety of ES!” he snapped “She’s one of the biggest gossips we have!”

With a groan, Izumi rubbed at his eyes. He was still too jet-lagged to deal with this shit. And there was no fixing it now.

He was going to be teased for weeks.

Why couldn’t it at least have been a hot guy rather than some giggly girl? At least then he might have had a nicer story to tell.

“I’m never telling you anything embarrassing again Kuma-kun.”

“Eh? You told me because you wanted someone to share your burden, right~? I’m just sharing it with a few others. Asking me to keep it aaaaall to myself is really stressful, you know?”

“Aah~ah~ You’re making way too big of a deal out of it? Just ask her not to tell and it’ll be fine. It’s hardly news that people think you’re pretty, is it?” Probably... Then again, it was perfect teasing material, so- Yeah, Izumi was definitely not safe.

At his last remark, he let out a low dissatisfied grumble. “But Secchan... That means you’ll never tell me anything about yourself again, doesn’t it?”

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ironicxblue​:

Izumi narrowed his eyes at the black-haired boy.

They both knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Really? Well how else would Naru-kun know? I swear, if anyone else has heard…” he lowered his voice to a hiss.

One of the good things about having moved to Italy was having the space to settle into adulthood without having to worry about the wrong mistake winding up on fans social media. Models weren’t looked at the same way as idols were, after all. 

But it was still embarrassing when a fan thought they could try to get a date. Like damn.

Uh-oh. Seems like the distraction hadn’t worked. Puffing his cheeks, Ritsu huffed in return. “Nee, what do you take me for?” Crossing his arms, his eyes darted to the side. “You’re making a way too big deal out of it? You’d have told Nacchan anyway, right?”

“Take it as a favour, you don’t have to do it now~”

Well.. Maybe he did feel a bit bad for having shared Izumis secret. But... All of knights had the right to know, yeah? Besides Arashi would find out sooner or later. 

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@ironicxblue​

"Didn't I ask you to keep quiet about that?"

Izumi stomped into the training room that they'd booked. There was no one other than Kuma-kun around, and he knew he and Naru had been gossiping anyway. But he still didn't want to risk his private business getting out there.

“Hm~?” Turning around, the nocturnal blinked slowly at his incoming unitmate, tipping his head in an image of a pure angel. Him? Not keep quiet? He’d neeeveeeerrrr. 

“What are you talking about, Secchan~? Having weird dreams again?”

[awesomeuchuu]

vampyrit​:

Really now? They shouldn’t. But his words made Jun waver. He had to remain vigilant. Surely this one was no different than the others. It had to be a way of making him let his guard down. He wouldn’t. Scoffing, he backed off, snatching the knife and staff off the ground with a single fluid move.

“Not gates. We move through the servant exits.” He wouldn’t let him alarm the guards. One word correctly timed, and Jun wouldn’t have a chance to slit his throat, before going down himself. “N’ keep ya head down.”

His bleeding would stop sooner or later. Still a concerned look crossed Jun’s face for a split second. He hadn’t cut too deep, had he? Not that the death of a massage should be anything on his conscience, but..

“Thought you said sewers for a moment,” Ibara muttered, eyes flashing in a quick burst of anger when the elf, the slave, picked up his staff. How dared that mutt lay his filthy hands on it?! Ibara was about to open his mouth to curse the cur out, but that simple movement caused pain to shoot through his neck and he hastily placed his hand over the wound, pressing against it. 

“Look at this…” Now he wisely kept his voice down. “Doesn’t feel too bad to give orders when you’re the one in charge, does it? Of course, you possess none of the nuance of command that’s been bred into us since before birth, but enjoy yourself, elf. While you can.” 

Feeling slightly lightheaded, Ibara started down the path toward the outer city walls. Now where in Andraste’s name were the servant exits…?

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Sewers? Why the hell would he willingly force himself through there? Not that anyone really cared about what he wanted in the first place. The words of the mage has Jun narrow his eyes. Flames of anger igniting the golden hues, as a low growl forced it's way up. If he didn't need him- he'd made sure this fucking bastard would be dead in seconds. "What the fuck are ya talkin' 'bout? Start movin' ya goddamn nutwack."

Breathe. It'd be fine. It'd be fucking fine. He could handle this wacko, and surely they'd make their way to the wall no problem.

At least until the mage continued down a wrong turn, forcing the elf to step forward, and drag him backwards. Lowering his voice, he tightened his grip on his arm. "Don't even know the layout of ya own city? Be thankful ya not in command this time, human."

[vampyrit]

Hnnnnn 🥺😭

Can't believe he's already graduating??? We get no stuco angst? Please Enstars, whyyyyyy

Also so proud of u 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️

[awesomeuchuu]

vampyrit​:

“Call me Rei, if you must. No need for formalities. I believe it’s not common where you’re from, correct?” The marks of the fade lingered on this person. In some odd manner Rei had never seen before. “You might want to be careful. One such as you could quickly gain the wrong sort of attention.”

Becoming a plaything, or an object of study. Really. His kinsmen were the worst, were they not? Heaving a sigh, he twirled a lock of dark hair sound good finger, as he watched the elf struggle.

“Who are you, if I might ask? Feel free to not respond, should that fit you.” Not a demon… No. He’d met many such, and this.. didn’t give off the same energy, nor seem as desperate for whatever desire were marked in it. A.. spirit perhaps? But… Why would it be in the shape of an elf?

“Hm… I do not remembe– No. I think that you are correct… Rei.” A shadow of a smile flickered across pink lips and Kanata wrung his hands together nervously. “I… Am not unaccustomed to that, R-rei… But I thank you for the warning nonetheless. It is… Kind of you to worry about me.”

“I am… Kanata. I…” Long, shimmering blue hair flowed down his shoulders and he tugged absentmindedly at it, eyes - those odd, odd eyes - coming to a rest on Rei’s face for a moment or two before finding another place somewhere on the ground between their feet. 

“I don’t think I am… Normal. They call me very… Odd. Eccentric… And those are the kind words.” Why he hadn’t been killed yet was anyone’s guess. Kanata himself certainly didn’t have a clue.

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His way of talking wa truly something. The tevinter patiently waited for him to finish his oddly spoken words, curiosity lighed in his crimson gaze. A frown soon gracing his lips. "Oh dear. Truly, i do hope you haven't been.. treated too badly."

In fact, he'd personally see to the ones who'd dared lidt a finger against this being. But.. it very much put him in the same spot as then, no? Tilting his head with furrowed brows, he let out a sigh.

"Eccentric... That's hardly a word used to describe you alone." Chuckling darkly, Rei bowed his head. "It's s pleasure to meet you, Kanata. I am Rei Sakuma. Many of those words used to describe you, have been weaponized against me as well. Though.. i fear that hardly makes us alike."

[himerunui]

a scrapped doodle but a what-if situation where they all graduate together..

[awesomeuchuu]

vampyrit​:

The outburst of violence seemed to finally make the stupid magic user realize his position. At least in this very moment. Jun knew them to be snakes, knew they were slippery. He couldn’t trust him, and admittedly. The mage had no reason to extend trust to him.

His golden eyes narrowed, as he glared into the cyan orbs. “Good.” As long as he could get out- he’d at least have a chance. For breathing freely, and not fearing seeing the walls close in sound him. The voice of his master former master would be nothing but past. “Make it quick.”

There was something about those burning, yellow eyes that managed to pierce through the fog in his brain and just for a split second, Ibara’s eyes flickered with uncertainty, before the cold, bemused haze covered them again.

“You don’t have to keep waving your pig poker at me, and I’d prefer it if you’d release me. I’m no fool, I know when I’ve been bested, so there’s no need for you to keep your hands on me. If that’s clear, then we will head toward the Eastern Gate right now.” He began to adjust the collar of his robe, disgust passing his face as fingers touched fabric that was wet but slowly stiffening with blood. 

Lovely.

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Really now? They shouldn't. But his words made Jun waver. He had to remain vigilant. Surely this one was no different than the others. It had to be a way of making him let his guard down. He wouldn't. Scoffing, he backed off, snatching the knife and staff off the ground with a single fluid move.

"Not gates. We move through the servant exits." He wouldn't let him alarm the guards. One word correctly timed, and Jun wouldn't have a chance to slit his throat, before going down himself. "N' keep ya head down."

His bleeding would stop sooner or later. Still a concerned look crossed Jun's face for a split second. He hadn't cut too deep, had he? Not that the death of a massage should be anything on his conscience, but..

[awesomeuchuu]

vampyrit​:

Seeing him finally react, made the elf slack his grip. Just a little. He wasn’t out to really really hurt the mage. Just scare him into obeying, as odd as that sounded. He should have expected it. Should have expected the mage lashing back. But just a mere breath after having moved his eyes from the other, he feels his knife slipping, he weapon clattering to the ground.

As the mage makes a mine to dive, a beastial growl leaves the elf, and je grabs onto his shirt instead, intending to slam his back into the wall. “Listen here, ya bastard- is one thin’ so much to ask? Just get me the fuck out.”

Well, that ended far too fast for Ibara’s liking, the feral movements and energy the elf possessed putting him at a clear disadvantage. (He was a mage, his style of fighting was long distance, what were people expecting of him?!) His back slammed against the wall, the back of his head bouncing against it and he stilled for a moment, seeing stars.

He had been so close. So close to get his fingers on his staff, but apparently that wasn’t to be. “…Alright, alright. I’ll get you that pass. Okay? We good?”

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The outburst of violence seemed to finally make the stupid magic user realize his position. At least in this very moment. Jun knew them to be snakes, knew they were slippery. He couldn't trust him, and admittedly. The mage had no reason to extend trust to him.

His golden eyes narrowed, as he glared into the cyan orbs. "Good." As long as he could get out- he'd at least have a chance. For breathing freely, and not fearing seeing the walls close in sound him. The voice of his master former master would be nothing but past. "Make it quick."

[awesomeuchuu]

vampyrit​:

“The fuck are ya on about?” Uneducated? That didn’t have anything to do with _anything_. He’d read his fair share of.. things. And helped in far too many magical rituals to count. But he was no mage. At least not in the sense this bastard was. So maybe that was the hiccup? Snarlig, he pressed the blade even deeper, seemingly uncaring about the blood trickling down the strangers neck.

“Think the knife should be plenty to convince ya. But maybe ya only lookin’ forward to serve some other magical bastard in death?” Spitting on the ground, Jun averted his eyes for but a second. “Wouldn’t be surprised.”

Now he couldn’t quite hide the pain as the knife bit deeper into his flesh, the blood warm and sticky on his neck as it flowed down past his collar, and Ibara’s brows knitted together in displeasure. As long as he couldn’t get his hands on his wand again, he was most certainly at a disadvantage. (Oh, but this slave was lucky he wasn’t a blood mage, given the blood spilled right now. A powerful enough blood mage didn’t even need his wand; didn’t the elf consider that?) 

Serve someone other in death? A maleficarum? This was probably what this guy was getting at, but… He was dropping his guard. For a brief moment but that was all Ibara needed. He pressed his fingers together to a point and hit Jun’s wrist - the hand that was holding the knife - with the flat side of his hand, in hope that he’d drop the knife while he followed up that movement with an attempt to dive for his staff. 

[vampyrit]

Seeing him finally react, made the elf slack his grip. Just a little. He wasn't out to really really hurt the mage. Just scare him into obeying, as odd as that sounded. He should have expected it. Should have expected the mage lashing back. But just a mere breath after having moved his eyes from the other, he feels his knife slipping, he weapon clattering to the ground.

As the mage makes a mine to dive, a beastial growl leaves the elf, and je grabs onto his shirt instead, intending to slam his back into the wall. "Listen here, ya bastard- is one thin' so much to ask? Just get me the fuck out."

[awesomeuchuu]

vampyrit​:

Letting out a low hum, the mage tilted his head. Scarlet eyes showing a hint of amusement at the elfs clear discomfort. Yet, he only let out a hum, fangs flashing in a smile at his question, before turning his head and studying the other side of the males face.

“Ah, pardon.” Finally releasing the other from his gloved fingers, the mage put on a thoughtful expression. Eyes narrowing. “You’ve done nothing of that sort, my child. Rather… You give off an unique aura, I was simply taken aback by it.”

His face relaxed back into a kind smile, perhaps a rarity in tevinter. “No need to address me as ser. You hardly know me, correct? Though, I do suppose it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

Kanata stood perfectly still, allowing the ravenhaired man to turn his head this way and that. Would he snap his neck? That would be quite the inconvenience, wouldn’t it? But then he might be able to return to the Fade undisturbed… Such an odd a thought, he didn’t know where it came from and if he should entertain it for even a second’s worth. 

He swallowed, now released, and took a step back, uncertainty still clear on his soft featured face. Being an elf in Tevinter was about as bad as it got. Being an elven mage in Tevinter was… Complicated. On one hand, your magic wasn’t shunned per se, but as you were an elf, you were still the lowest of the low in the Circle. Standing in front of someone who - Kanata assumed - was a full fledged Enchanter was slightly dizzying. 

“I… Y-yes. I… Don’t know what else I should call you… Ser. My Lord? I… Is there…” He swallowed again, his eyes seemingly changing color from green to a misty yellow and back to green again, as if a reply to the uncertainty within. “Is there anything I can do for you?” Did he wish to study him? Did he wish for him to warm his bed for the night? Did he wish to punish him for being insolent…? Kanata really hoped it wasn’t the latter. 

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"Call me Rei, if you must. No need for formalities. I believe it's not common where you're from, correct?" The marks of the fade lingered on this person. In some odd manner Rei had never seen before. "You might want to be careful. One such as you could quickly gain the wrong sort of attention."

Becoming a plaything, or an object of study. Really. His kinsmen were the worst, were they not? Heaving a sigh, he twirled a lock of dark hair sound good finger, as he watched the elf struggle.

"Who are you, if I might ask? Feel free to not respond, should that fit you." Not a demon... No. He'd met many such, and this.. didn't give off the same energy, nor seem as desperate for whatever desire were marked in it. A.. spirit perhaps? But... Why would it be in the shape of an elf?

[awesomeuchuu]

vampyrit​:

A growl escaped his lips, drawn taught over his teeth. Tiny threatening fangs peaking out as he pressed the blade closer against the skin of the- whatever the fuck this guy was. A mage, definitely. That much was clear. “Bold of ya to spit such venom in ya current situation.”

Jun knew mages. Knew their magic, knew their goddamn power complex. And he’d be damned if he hadn’t taken his share of beatings, abuse and general shit from them. “I’ll break ya stupid stick if ya don’t sharpen ya ears and stop bein’ smug, mage.”

But one thing he didn’t know, was who this person was. One who thought highly of himself, but.. that hardly narrowed it down. “I need a pass. To get out. And ya will hand it to me, got it?”

The knife effectively nicked his skin, beads of blood springing out and shone darkly against the gleaming blade. Ibara refused to let the cold, sharp pain to register on his face. Instead, he did his best to adapt an easy, almost casual stance - as much as he could, in any case. 

“Such coarse language. You’re very much as uneducated as you look, aren’t you? Pity. But then again, you don’t strike me as particularly bright to begin with, boy.”

“Now why in the name of the Maker would I do something as preposterous as that?” Ibara smirked. “You haven’t even said ‘please’.”

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"The fuck are ya on about?" Uneducated? That didn't have anything to do with _anything_. He'd read his fair share of.. things. And helped in far too many magical rituals to count. But he was no mage. At least not in the sense this bastard was. So maybe that was the hiccup? Snarlig, he pressed the blade even deeper, seemingly uncaring about the blood trickling down the strangers neck.

"Think the knife should be plenty to convince ya. But maybe ya only lookin' forward to serve some other magical bastard in death?" Spitting on the ground, Jun averted his eyes for but a second. "Wouldn't be surprised."