Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
I'M NOT ANGRY, I'M JUST SAYING … SOMETIMES GOODBYE IS A SECOND CHANCE
pale fingers brushed against the aged spines of the books, lightly pressing against the various tomes and tracing the last few letters of the author’s name. ice blue tinted eyes followed the movement of his fingers, for he found himself unable to concentrate on the titles themselves. memories assaulted his mind, distracting him and leading him to wander aimlessly through the shelves of the academy library. a portion of his heart longed to search for aurelio, his brunette sacrifice, while his rational mind dictated that he continue hunting for his source materials. he wasted precious hours in a meeting with his professor, meaning that he needed to devote every spare moment to his essay; however, despite recognizing the urgency of his task, synclair merely sighed, unable to motivate himself to work on the assigned paper. his desires warred against each other—much to his internal dismay, for he refused to acknowledge his conflicting emotions. strands of blonde hair slipped into his eyes, pressing against the frame of his glasses, as he bowed his head. his feet shuffled forward, dragging against the carpeted ground and allowing him to press his forehead against the sturdy wood of the shelf. another sigh escaped the fair haired teen as he contemplated his options.
due to logic alone, synclair understood the importance of maintaining pretenses and managed to rationalize his callous behavior due to his exceptional grades and work ethic in regards to wordspell battles; however, he had grown weary of the constant competition with other grade oriented students. the blonde wanted a break from the pressure, yet he needed to succeed. pale brows furrowed as the youth pushed himself away from the shelf, stumbling slightly as he hastily backed away from the rows of books. they seemed to mock him. words bombarded his mind, slowly gaining distinguishable voices and understandable sequences. the imagined replicas of his father’s and mother’s voices fought for dominance, begging to be acknowledged, but the soft, nearly soundless babbling of his sister drowned out their harsh words and delusional ideals. her chirpy tone reminded him of peaceful days in the park and of her unfortunate demise. his hand shook as he reached out to press his fingers against the spine of a familiar novel, and when he noticed the unusual, involuntary action, the golden haired teen merely narrowed his eyes and forced himself to ignore his memories, his thoughts. he would complete his assignment and forget about his fantasies and daydreams; they played no purpose in his life and were unimportant to his continued survival in the cutthroat world.
with his lips curved into a slight frown, the blonde resumed his trek, eyes studying each novel with unparalleled scrutiny. a pile of books appeared in his arms as he shifted from one row of books to another, and within thirty minutes, he managed to gather an adequate amount of possible source material. his pace slowed as he began scanning the various tables, hunting for the perfect spot. he preferred to confine himself toward the back of the vast space, not wanting to deal with idiots or the constant noise of turning pages and people walking through the shelves, yet when he arrived at his ideal station, he found a mound of books and a fluffy mop of brown hair. pale lips quirked into a momentary smile as synclair resumed walking, recognizing the petite form with ease. his stack of books hit the table with a resounding thud before slender fingers grasped the back of the nearest chair, pulling it away from the table and then shifting his body to plop into the wooden object. upon situating himself, the older male merely placed his elbows against the table, clasping his hands together and then resting his chin against the linked fingers. good afternoon, aurelio, he greeted in a monotone voice, eyes softening as the brunette’s emerald gaze connected with his own.
deepinside it's something true ♥ You're the only reason I fight♥ You're the best thing in my life♥
This place was fun for him, he spent a lot of time in here since he couldn't go back to the pool. All thanks to that person, but of course Aurelio would rather not drown. Drowning again sounded horrible enough, his body ached and was tired. His throat still sorta burned from the pool. What would he do? It wasn't like he told Syn that he got hurt. He kept that to himself. It was just better off that way in his own mind, but seriously what could he really do about this. Aurelio flipped through a book, and just marked things on the pages with strips of paper. It was one of those post it note papers at least. He'd be able to find what he needed, this was all to catch up on his school work. He couldn't fall behind again even if he was in pain. But he didn't exactly think Syn would be in the library either. Till that voice caught him off guard entirely. What was he going to do right now?
"E-eh?! Syn?" He blinked and glanced at him. This was so confusing just where had he come from? For that moment he wondered just what he was doing. Maybe this was not such a smart idea but there was no escaping it now. That'd probably not end up helping him either. At least for now. He had a feeling he was just getting into trouble, or doing something really stupid. Aurelio slapped the book shut and slipped it under the others. Even if it was for school he was being all shy about it. So what if he was into some other stuff. Like stars and stuff. That should have already been obvious but he kept that to himself. For at least right now. "Hi Syn! Where were you? I thought you'd be busy all week." He rambled on as he spoke, this made him really nervous. He wasn't sure what to say about this. But he was still a bit wary. Thanks to the accident.
He felt guilty for bothering Syn. But if he hadn't been there Syn could have died. It was probably by some miracle that he hadn't died too. Right? What was he going to say? This made him feel as if he was confused. He pushed his books around a bit and rubbed his throat. Speaking made it hurt. Almost like he had a cold. "W-what? I mean I'm sorry for not texting you or anything. Been studying for tests, they said I should catch up with the class soon." He smiled, and just made sure he was taking a break from studying. This made him feel alright. At least for now anyway. Syn had found him which was all he wanted. Yet he also felt a tad bit unsure about this sort of stuff. He worried that Syn was still blaming himself. He had hoped he'd stop that when he knew Aurelio would live. Which this time he really did live. Nothing would change that matter.
"You feeling better today? Come to get some study in as well?" He laughed as he asked that, just wondering if he had. It was something the boy was curious about. But Aurelio never flat out asked things. That was just how weird he was for the moment.
I'M NOT ANGRY, I'M JUST SAYING … SOMETIMES GOODBYE IS A SECOND CHANCE
memories of screeching tires and an overwhelming sensation of apprehension and fear graced synclair’s mind for a brief moment. he remembered the crimson blood and the image of the brunette’s broken body, and in his nightmares, the petite male was replaced by his sister’s tiny frame. his grip tightened subtly as he shifted his gaze away from aurelio, focusing on the piles of books surrounding the younger male. curiosity graced his ice blue hued eyes as the sound of a book being closed reached his ears; however, if the dark haired sacrifice wanted to keep secrets, he would allow those secrets to remain unspoken between them. the blonde questioned his own decision to continue communicating with the other, not truly understanding his own reasons. he originally began visiting the hospital due to a mixture of guilt and gratitude, but when his nightmares began, he seemed unable to escape the images of his sister’s broken body and of aurelio’s battered form. in order to gain momentary relief, the fair haired teen continued to drop in and speak with the brunette, seeking affirmation that the smaller teen managed to survive the accident. there were moments—even now—when he found himself gasping for breath and unable to escape the idea of aurelio’s death, translating into a midnight phone call and whispered apologies.
a hum issued from the older male as he leaned back into his chosen perch, hands falling to rest in his lap. i managed to finish a large portion of my self-assigned tasks, so i have some spare time, the blonde replied, his tone noticeably indifferent. synclair rarely allowed himself time to relax, generally only unwinding when around aurelio, for the brunette’s animated, yet shy disposition eased the fair haired teen into a state of inner peace. if given a choice, he tended to steer clear of aurelio, not comprehending the other’s affect on him and not wanting to deal with the strange emotions that grabbed his heart. he preferred to keep a clear head, maintaining a logical thought process and spending hours in either the academy library or the training grounds, watching and observing the other true pairs. movement from across the table caught his attention, and his pale lips curved into a concerned frown as he observed the dark haired youth, noting the action and filing it away for later reference. i’m not offended, for i didn’t attempt to contact you… meaning you aren’t to blame for our lack of contact. pale blue eyes shifted away from aurelio, studying the table situated between them. i’m… glad… that you’re almost caught up with everyone. i suppose it’s a relief. do you need any help with anything?
flickers of guilt, remorse, and confusion flashed across synclair’s normally apathetic countenance; however, he quickly locked the noxious mixture of emotions into a cage, locking the metaphorical trap and then tossing it into the very recesses of his heart and mind. his words elicited a slight wince though he did not regret offering his services. after taking a deep breath, he returned his gaze to the brunette, studying the younger male and vaguely wondering why the other sounded different, and in an unconscious movement, he reached forward to rest his hand against aurelio’s forehead, checking to see if his skin radiated the familiar heat of a fever. his frown deepened as he pulled his hand away, listening to the dark haired treasurer’s question and cocking his head to the side as he contemplated a response. i’m feeling just fine… thank you. how are you feeling? i noticed you were rubbing your neck earlier, and you sound hoarse. did something happen? you’re not running a fever, so i don’t think you have a cold. each statement ended abruptly as the blonde shifted to rest one elbow against the table, cradling his cheek in his palm and pinning aurelio with an expression that demanded answers.
deepinside it's something true ♥ You're the only reason I fight♥ You're the best thing in my life♥
He didn't even think much of the accident anymore, why would he? This was already a bit confusing for him. Aurelio had acted so fast then. But to this day he still couldn't figure out why he did that. Or why he let things go this way. Go figure what little luck he actually had. More or less, this was just one of the things he'd figure out. Somehow. Aurelio was just glad that his friend was alright. And he was also fine too. Basically. So this wasn't going to be so bad to him. He just wondered what Syn had been doing, lately. Since they hadn't been talking really. Right now he almost wondered what he was supposed to say? For Aurelio things around Syn had been weird at first. But like he'd complain. It'd probably not end up mattering. He could only glance back over at him and give a small laugh. Trying to keep as quiet as he possibly could right now. This wasn't bad, this was good. And he wanted to make sure his friend knew that. Syn was not to blame for any of this. Not at all. For now he was starting to zone out. Thinking about to make for lunch. Or something. He wanted to bring his friend something for lunch basically.
"What? I mean oh, what activities and stuff were you doing Syn? It wasn't too boring I hope." He knew some of the activities that he did weren't fun. It put Aurelio to sleep basically. Though he'd rather not deal with that, since it wasn't going to do him any good. Basically. Right? Just who knew what he'd be dealing with. If he wasn't careful it'd probably end up making Aurelio feel tense. He always worried about upsetting Syn yet he never said that. Basically. So what was he going to do? For now he'd rather not comment. With a small laugh he just ignored his books for now. He'd be able to talk to Syn instead of working on his homework basically. It seemed that Syn always worked so hard, go figure. Not that it was bad or anything but still. This was just one of those moments he'd rather not think about it. He wanted to just hope that his friend was finally relaxed. For once. After all the bad stuff that had happened between the accident and now. He didn't know much about Syn's sister or the things there. But he knew she was no longer around. So maybe this was why Syn stayed with him?
He wanted to lean against Syn, he wanted to curl around him. Or find some way to get comfortable. That was his idea at the very least right now. He still felt really bad for not talking to him. After all that accident had been pretty bad, and for Aurelio to just not talk to him. That probably didn't end up making it any better. Apparently. At least for now anyway. So what was he going to do? What could he end up saying. For a small moment he thought his mind was wandering away which he didn't like, or want. "But you were probably really busy weren't you?" He asked with a tilt of his head. This wasn't bad or anything, he just couldn't help wondering. For a moment it might not be very helpful or it might be. Having Syn back close to him again had made him feel a heck of a lot better that was for sure anyway. At the very least right now. What could he say? For a moment he'd rather leave those thoughts alone. It'd probably be the best idea. "Um...a few of the math work and science sheets confuse me. So can you help me later?" He asked as he just stammered a little and looked down at his worksheets. What was he going to do?
He only blinked feeling the hand on his forehead.What was that about? Why was he doing that? Syn did know he wasn't sick or anything right? He just had a lot of water forced out of his lungs so his body was bruised at least a little bit. Couldn't be that surprising anyway. "I-I'm alright, I um! I just fell into the pool and swallowed a lot of water...so it kinda hurt coughing it back up. I'm really okay though." He wasn't lying, he was fine. He just needed to heal a little bit was all. There was nothing to worry about.
I'M NOT ANGRY, I'M JUST SAYING … SOMETIMES GOODBYE IS A SECOND CHANCE
busy? the word echoed in his mind while pale lids descended over ice blue tinted eyes, for aurelio’s earnest expression distracted him from his mental contemplation. after his sister’s death, he stopped catering to other people, finding their whims and desires to be exhausting. he, however, wanted to spend time with aurelio, and synclair lacked the capability to understand his subconscious yearnings. he struggled to maintain his apathetic demeanor and found solace from life's difficulties when in the brunette’s presence. the situation perplexed him and left him unable to continue spending time with his sacrifice. despite his resolutions, he continued to crawl back to aurelio’s side either by accident or due to his nightmares. he never wanted to be bound to anyone and believed the entire notion of true pairs to be obsolete. people relished their freedom, which disappeared with the emergence of true names and the corresponding bond. pale brows furrowed as pale blue eyes reappeared, focusing on the grass green colored eyes of the younger male. he vowed to protect aurelio, pride hurting due to the brunette’s actions and heart urging him to guard the dark haired student from harm. his entire world revolved around aurelio, who managed to sneak past his defenses and establish himself within the blonde’s grey scale world.
i wasn’t necessarily busy, he began while lifting his free hand to push his glasses into place, absentmindedly adjusting them before allowing the appendage to rest on the wooden table. i agreed to work a few extra shifts for a co-worker. upon arriving on selene isle, synclair decided to find a part-time job, gaining employment at the local italian restaurant and securing himself a viable excuse to avoid aurelio. moreover, i recently finished the bare bones of a ten page report. his final admission escaped him without warning, elicited due to the sincerity of aurelio’s curiosity. the fair haired fighter lacked the mental fortitude required to circumvent the affect of his sacrifice’s childish appearance. his thoughts and words often mixed together and resulted in the revelation of more information than he intended; however, he refused to allow his mistakes to alter his relationship with aurelo. each slip became an intentional revelation, masking his embarrassment with indifference and preventing himself from vocalizing his emotions. he realized that his actions kept his friend at a distance, separating them due to his stubborn tenacity and inability to revert to his former personality. his sister’s death tainted him, leaving him trapped in an existence of apathy and indifference. he, however, quite enjoyed his lifestyle.
a hum escaped the blonde at aurelio’s admission regarding the assignments and the cause behind his hoarse voice. guilt and concern grabbed at synclair’s heart, causing the organ to beat faster as the words registered in his brain. sky blue eyes narrowed as he struggled to maintain his chosen position, not wanting to alarm the brunette and fighting to remain in control of himself. his sister often teased him about his overprotective tendencies and would moan on and on about her jealousy regarding his future lover. the math and science worksheets shouldn’t be a problem, and we can begin working on them after we visit the nurse. pale lips quirked into a subtle frown as his fingers curled further, finger nails biting into his palm. unless… you’ve already visited the nurse, and if that’s the case, then i would love to hear when you visited the pool and how you managed to almost drown. one pale brow rose as the clipped statements issued forth, displaying the seriousness of the situation and helping soothe the fighter’s wayward emotions. the thought of witnessing aurelio’s death frightened him, for he would never survive the death of another loved one. but… did he really love aurelio? or had his feelings of guilt colored his perception of the auburn haired male?
deepinside it's something true ♥ You're the only reason I fight♥ You're the best thing in my life♥
He really was worried about his friend but for now he kept those thoughts to himself. After all they'd probably not end up getting him anywhere. At this moment he'd rather figure out how to shrug it off. At least for now. Though it'd probably not end up helping matters. Or actually getting this anything, what was he supposed to say? Aurelio felt as if his friend was just not feeling good. Or he was working too hard. Basically, this was already one of those things he didn't know what to do. At that moment he wondered if he had been really busy. Or if he was trying to avoid him? Not that it could be much of a shock but it did not mean he liked it. Or wanted to speak about it. No for now he'd rather just attempt to ignore all of this. It'd probably end up being for the best at that point anyway. He truly did feel bad for everything he had to go through. It was not something that Aurelio would have wanted for anyone basically.
At that moment he'd rather not end up shrugging it off. What was he going to say? He almost felt a bit confused, Aurelio didn't know what his friend thought. Or what he truly wanted from him. Did he even care? Well this was one of those moments where his mind was wandering way too fast. Apparently anyway. Though he'd rather not dwell on that, or dig any of the negative emotions up with it. Since that was probably not going to end up helping. It might just end up making matters all the more awkward, at least. He closed his book, then glanced over at his friend. He knew he worried Syn a little bit. It wasn't like he meant to do that stuff either.
He honestly had no idea what he felt here. Or what his friend felt about him. Were they even really friends? "Oh you did? Well I guess that does happen, it wasn't too boring was it?" Aurelio found himself just responding. Maybe he was only going through the motions at this point. Who knew. He was pretty much sure he didn't. Though he'd rather keep that to himself. "Ten pages? Really? OW! that sounds like really bad." He blinked a bit, and then wondered what he was going to do. This confused him a lot, and he'd rather just ignore it. For now at least, it probably wasn't going to do him any good.
This was so weird, but he'd rather not complain. It was going to end up weird wasn't it? Or so he thought. But of course Aurelio was trying to sort through the thoughts in his head. Basically. More or less this was all he could do. He didn't know where to go with those things. Since it wasn't going to help. Not at all. The drowning though, it had been a small accident. He wasn't so careful when it came to things, he was trying to swim. He wanted to get back into his life without the accident holding him back that's all. "U-Uh I guess. I mean the nurse doesn't need to be bothered by this. I'm okay. But if you say so. I just went to the pool while you were busy yesterday. And I don't really remember much after that.." He felt bad, he had blacked out.
Apparently he had fallen asleep in the water, which he didn't mean to. So what was he supposed to say at this point? He just didn't want Syn to get mad at him. It was an accident but he was okay. What was he supposed to say? Right now his stomach felt like it was twisting in every single other way.
I'M NOT ANGRY, I'M JUST SAYING … SOMETIMES GOODBYE IS A SECOND CHANCE
not terribly so, synclair muttered in response, gaze shifting away from aurelio and toward the books on the table. he never understood the fascination with inquiries into mundane activities, and with one comment, he hoped to destroy the current line of questioning. the blonde survived his days at pierah’s classic and wanted to forget about the hustle and bustle that accosted the restaurant during the evening hours. his shift granted him insight into the fundamentals of dating and relationships; however, he seemed even less inclined to jump into a relationship after his exposure. the differences between the various couples sent his logical mind reeling and assisted the pervading question of his emotions regarding his brunette sacrifice, yet even when faced with the younger teen, he kept a firm grip over himself, not wanting to destroy their fragile connection and not understanding the severity of his own feelings. it’s not bad… just challenging and time consuming. you just need to pace yourself correctly. the words rolled off his tongue in a rehearsed manner, for many people approached him with similar questions. they, however, viewed his response as a silent accusation—a reminder that they wasted precious time and would probably not gain an appropriate score on the assignment. humans were incomprehensible.
yes, exceedingly incomprehensible.
pale brows furrowed further as he awaited the dark haired student’s response. speculation caused his frame to tense, and the worry surfaced without his consent. flashes of the accident appeared in his mind. fear sunk deeper and deeper into his heart, which raced in accordance with his wayward emotions. for a logical individual, synclair found feelings to be trivial and could not understand his extreme response to aurelio’s admission. he wished that the brunette had kept silent regarding the matter. the fair haired teen loathed his inward display of emotion and prayed that aurelio could not read the turmoil from his minutely shifting expression. anger flared to life in response to the uttered explanation. ice blue tinted eyes narrowed as he leaned closer, diminishing the distance between them. if you won’t visit the nurse, i want to take a look at your throat, he stated, tone not allowing the other to argue against him. the chaotic whirl of emotions kept him grounded in reality as he pressed his hands against the glossy surface of the wooden table. the chair dragged against the wooden floor as he pressed back against it, and when the space necessary to move appeared, he resumed an upright position, body looming over the seated brunette and features twisted into a scowl.
come on, he muttered while carefully slipping from between the table and the chair. pale fingers curled around the back of his seat, pushing it back into position and tightening subtly as his gaze connected with aurelio’s. we’re going to my room. we’ll gain the necessary privacy, and i can focus on assisting you without distractions. the hard cast of his features hinted toward his seriousness as he pried his hands away from the chair. with a graceful movement, he gathered his pile of books, easily hefting them off the table and into his arms. we’ll stop by the desk before departing. grab any books that you want to bring along. without waiting to see if the brunette complied with his orders, he pivoted and began walking toward his stated destination. when he reached the edge of the nearest bookshelf, he paused, craning his head to the side and watching the younger from his peripheral vision. he… after all… only wanted to keep aurelio safe and would not abandon him to struggle through life on his own. he merely needed to gain a better insight into his own emotions… and then methodical destroy them. yes, if he did that, he could remain by aurelio’s side.
deepinside it's something true ♥ You're the only reason I fight♥ You're the best thing in my life♥
He was just trying not to dwell on this too much. Since it would not end up actually helping. Not right now anyway. For this moment he'd rather get out of it. But would that happen? It didn't even seem to be all that likely honestly. So for a moment Aurelio felt that he was just over thinking things, or he was worried about making Syn angry with him. Which he also was sure he didn't want to do. He only tilted his head, he wondered what he'd end up saying. It honestly made him feel weird but he just smiled at Syn. "H-huh? Oh that doesn't sound very fun." But he wouldn't end up complaining. What would it end up doing? This wasn't so strange to him, but at that moment he'd rather just not drag things around. Syn was probably already not pleased with him.
Aurelio had never been good at those things. Not like they were his strong point but of course he'd deal with it later. For now he'd rather just focus on something else. Try to make the best of it any possible way he could. Which so far it didn't seem to be happening apparently. With a small laugh he had to instantly stop because it made his throat hurt. He couldn't take it. And he'd rather just ignore it, make it all go away or something. But he looked up at Syn. Did he need to examine his throat. "U-Um okay. I mean if you want! it's not that bad, I won't stop you though." He rambled again as he always did. Really it seemed his life was all about rambling at this point.
He had no plans to fight. He would agree to this. If he didn't then well he'd honestly feel guilty later. But who could blame him anyway. Right? Aurelio just hoped Syn didn't yell at him. Or try to get mad at him anymore. He didn't like the idea of that in general right now. Why would he? "T-to your room? Okay." not that it was a bad thing. Honestly he liked his room. He had always liked his room, though sometimes might seem like a bit much. Really he was already working on figuring this out right now and handling it the best way he could. He wouldn't fight. He wanted to make sure Syn knew he was alright.
He just packed up his books and shoved them into his bag walking with his friend. Now he only wanted to get back to his room. This couldn't be so bad, or at least he thought it wouldn't be so bad. But was he even on the good luck part of this, probably not. Since when did he ever have any good luck in this situation or another basically. So for a small moment he wondered just what it'd end up doing to him anyway. He just wanted to get back to the room already. He was really tired it seemed.
I'M NOT ANGRY, I'M JUST SAYING … SOMETIMES GOODBYE IS A SECOND CHANCE
irriation lingered in sapphire hued eyes as the blonde watched aurelio, waiting for the brunette to reach his side and mentally counting the books shoved into the other’s bag. the weight of his books pressed against his arms, producing a subtle ache from the limbs, but synclair ignored his discomfort. he refused to display signs of weakness to his sacrifice. his aggravation spiked as he recalled incidents in which he turned to aurelio for affirmation and reassurance. nightmares haunted his unconscious hours and kept him glued to the dark haired teen’s side, for he could not erase the image of the other’s broken body from his mind. the idea of losing aurelio tormented him. his reaction to the mere mention of death proved irrational; however, his control over himself slipped as vivid images of aurelio’s body, the hospital, and the spilled blood flooded his mind.
synclair believed himself to be highly unstable, but he masked his insanity with an apathetic mask. his logical mind helped temper the effects of his madness; his emotions enhanced the idea of his rapidly dwindling sanity. the golden haired fighter did not comprehend the notions of love and of blissful happiness. he never experienced the ideals discussed by his classmates or by his professors. their words sent his mind reeling as he attempted to correlate their statements with his experience. he remembered the cold indifference of his parents, the brilliant smiles of his deceased sister, and the shy grins of his adorable sacrifice. adorable? pale brows furrowed slightly as the thought echoed in his mind. yes, he admitted that aurelio’s skittish nature and infantile countenance painted him in an adorable light, and the blonde reluctantly ceded to the other’s wishes if caught within the power of aurelio’s flustered expression.
with a slight shift of the books, the fair haired teen lifted a hand to press against his forehead, fingers pressing against his temples. a sigh threatened to escape him; however, he managed to contain the sound. footsteps reached his ears and drew his attention to his companion, whose books fit snugly in the bag. pale lips quirked into an amused smile for a brief moment; however, synclair quickly reverted his expression to the frigid mask that normally characterized his sharp features. slender fingers pressed against the unyielding binding of his stack of books as he resumed walking, absentmindedly keeping pace with the brunette. their conversation echoed in his ears, and after a prolonged moment, he decided to humor the other with his response.
i’m… grateful that you won’t argue with me, he murmured, adjusting his glasses with his free hand and then lowering the arm to act as additional support to his heavy stack of books. please… don’t shrug off your injuries. you don’t want to aggravate any of your older wounds, and i don’t… relish the idea of visiting you in the hospital again. pain and unease flickered across his features as the words escaped him—an intentional admission meant to elicit a sense of guilt from aurelio. his heart threatened to slam against his rib cage as they approached the main area of the library. and yes, to my room. we’re heading back to the apartment… more privacy. his features softened as he glanced toward aurelio, gaze searching for the grass green tinted eyes of his companion. would you prefer to stop at a restraint? or do you want me to cook?
