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tornheart2017-09-17 02:30 am
blacktemper) wrote in tornheart2017-09-17 02:30 am
you leave me little notes on my pillow
Who: Vincent & Kit
When: Sept. 16th
Where: Green Valley School
What: Apparently some people take offense to others sleeping on benches.
[it's been almost a day and a half since his roommates were brainless enough to lead the police right to their apartment, and Vincent still hasn't managed to muster up any feelings on the matter beyond severe exasperation. he'd spent far longer in more dire circumstances immediately following his flight from home; all things considered, this was just a minor annoyance.
even so, hanging around various parts of Hagu had only served to keep his irritation hot rather than further cooling it down. for a change in scenery he's made his way to Eddan's most prestigious academic facility, although the choice has its practical components as well. even without a uniform it was easy to mistake him for merely another student hanging around after school, including (as he found out soon after his arrival) 'borrowing' a blanket and pillow from the nurse's office.
it's late in the day now, the realm of students with extracurricular activities, and Vincent's made himself quite comfortable on one of the many benches scattered around campus. he'd kept to one beneath a tree earlier in the day, but the weather had promised to get a bit windy during the night and so he's moved so as to avoid waking up covered in nature's refuse.
he seems to be pretty comfortable all the same, stretched out bodily with his legs crossed and guitar resting peacefully by his feet. it had been a small mercy that he'd been on his way home from practice when he'd heard the stupid news, preventing his precious instrument from suffering the same temporary lockdown as the rest of his belongings. a sloppily folded newspaper obscures most of his face from view, although the telltale smoke trail curling over the paper makes it easy to guess what else he's doing back there.
it's not the smartest thing to be doing when you're trying to lay low, but nicotine addiction is an ugly thing. every now and then Vincent pauses in his progress through today's sudoku to look over at any students he feels are staring at him too long, leveling a truly frightening glower their way. go on, it seems to dare them. just try and report this to a teacher.]
When: Sept. 16th
Where: Green Valley School
What: Apparently some people take offense to others sleeping on benches.
[it's been almost a day and a half since his roommates were brainless enough to lead the police right to their apartment, and Vincent still hasn't managed to muster up any feelings on the matter beyond severe exasperation. he'd spent far longer in more dire circumstances immediately following his flight from home; all things considered, this was just a minor annoyance.
even so, hanging around various parts of Hagu had only served to keep his irritation hot rather than further cooling it down. for a change in scenery he's made his way to Eddan's most prestigious academic facility, although the choice has its practical components as well. even without a uniform it was easy to mistake him for merely another student hanging around after school, including (as he found out soon after his arrival) 'borrowing' a blanket and pillow from the nurse's office.
it's late in the day now, the realm of students with extracurricular activities, and Vincent's made himself quite comfortable on one of the many benches scattered around campus. he'd kept to one beneath a tree earlier in the day, but the weather had promised to get a bit windy during the night and so he's moved so as to avoid waking up covered in nature's refuse.
he seems to be pretty comfortable all the same, stretched out bodily with his legs crossed and guitar resting peacefully by his feet. it had been a small mercy that he'd been on his way home from practice when he'd heard the stupid news, preventing his precious instrument from suffering the same temporary lockdown as the rest of his belongings. a sloppily folded newspaper obscures most of his face from view, although the telltale smoke trail curling over the paper makes it easy to guess what else he's doing back there.
it's not the smartest thing to be doing when you're trying to lay low, but nicotine addiction is an ugly thing. every now and then Vincent pauses in his progress through today's sudoku to look over at any students he feels are staring at him too long, leveling a truly frightening glower their way. go on, it seems to dare them. just try and report this to a teacher.]
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Their lips met again, more firmly this time than the last and with almost enough force to push Vincent over onto his back.
He'd never told anyone else about keeping various handy tools tucked away in his hair, but something had compelled him to tell Vincent. Even now, without the effects of alcohol clouding his judgment, he wanted the other boy to know more about him. Maybe even know all of him. As terribly as they clashed with one another, it only seemed to make moments like this all the more inviting.
Something that was conveyed in the way his teeth teased the tip of Vincent's tongue and then his lower lip, sharp but playful and with considerably more courage than a moment ago.]
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there doesn't seem to be anything worth worrying about in reality, not with the way Kit comes crashing back into him. he very nearly rolls over onto his back, but rises to the challenge in the nick of time and pushes against the kiss with equal vigor. he may have never been with anyone before, but there was no way he was going to allow that to make him an unequal partner. he certainly wasn't going to end up on his back first.
that vow is tested almost immediately as the scrape of the other boy's teeth over his flesh leaves Vincent feeling equal parts weak and electrified. he seeks out revenge, pressing in close to try and capture Kit's own tongue; while he doesn't intend to do any real damage, he feels that drawing just a little prick of blood might be an apt punishment.]
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