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 Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 10:01 am
(( OOC: Please be respectful and do not post in this thread if you are neither Meenchi nor Spawn_of_Emity.
Thank you very, very much ^-^ ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 10:04 am
Vanishing University...a magic school for humans, elves, gnomes, faeries...and idiots.
As far as he was concerned anyway.
Metallic silver voids surveyed the surrounding landscape of lavish garden decor...it was all exceptionally maintained. Most probably kept so immaculate with magical assistance. This place could even be described as beautiful...and yet it was all so...
Boring.
Long fingers abandoned his side in favor of ferreting through one of his numerous pockets, searching for one of his lighters. Upon feeling the cool metal against his milk white skin, the male's long legs began to amble along the paved walkway, his thoughts introspective.
Times like these he wondered why he bothered coming back to school...it did not feel as if he was learning anything and he was older than most all his human peers. He discounted the other races...them and their long lives and immortality. Bah. They all looked like children anyway.
But perhaps it was time for him to stop being emo and go back to class.
Waking from his internal thoughts, the silver-haired male's face twisted in a slight grimace as he felt the heat of the sun setting onto his skin. His long pants and shirt, both woven with thick and rich fabric, did nothing to assist him in his struggle against the elements...though he did not regret wearing them.
He never regretted wearing what he knew he looked good in.
Suddenly, an ironic smile formed on his rose petal lips...funny how he was a "Fire Elemental" and yet detested sweating and the sun's heat. Well...not quite detested. It was really more--
His heart stopped. Skipped a beat. Resumed pulsating.
Half-lidded bedroom eyes suddenly fell upon a row of primly trimmed bushes encircling about the university's front gate. They accented the garden aesthetically and added an almost sophisticated air about the school. They were pretty, he supposed, but then he wasn't one for cultivating life...he preferred to watch it burn.
Striding slowly towards one of the bushes, a particularly large one that reached up to his mid-thigh, the male flicked his lighter open and close...open and close.
Flick. Click. Flick. Click.
Metallic orbs glistened with a mischievous air, as if demonic eyes that were not the mock prince's own. As the breeze tossed his just shoulder length tresses about him, the male felt alone...isolated in his own world. Just him, a lighter, and this bush.
A devilish smirk appeared on his fair features, his golden circlet glittering in the midday sunlight. "One for the money..." his lips moved slowly and his delivery like a lover's sweet nothings...Flick.
With a deft movement of his slender fingers, the lighter's cap was thrown off.
"Two for the show..."
Maneuvering the lighter with natural precision, a small flame burst to life. Though seemingly insignificant, it seemed to defy the world with a promise of destruction.
"Three to get ready..."
His free hand moved beside the flame, inherent magic flowing in his veins. It did not glow with the gravitating power, it did not sparkle or glitter...magical strength was not in fancy delivery...it was in control.
"And four to go."
Willing the magic inside him, the silver-haired male sent the flame like an assaulting snake towards the bush, striking the plant at it's very core and immediately beginning to burn. Fair features sported a wicked smirk as the male took a step back to admire his handy work. Because the flame was magically induced and followed his will, it would not spread to the other botany of the garden...though it would turn this one to a cinder.
Closing his lighter, the male held it like a security blanket within his flexible digits while tucking a strand of silver behind one of his ears.
With a satisfied smile, the male decided that now he could go back to class without any qualms. He was content after his little violation to the school's property.
After all...he was not a pyromaniac for nothing.
The ground began to rumble; slight vibrations at first, but soon increasingly stronger.
A loud shuddering noise grew louder from the distance, and whatever caused it remained a mystery for the trees which blocked sight. But the source was evident soon enough. Out from the clearing burst a wild-haired elf, who seemed unusually elevated.
In fact, the whole ground behind her was heightened.
This elf was an earth type; the ground raked up to meet her pace so that she appeared to be continuously running downhill, and fell back to base a foot or two in her wake. But once the glow of the fire caught her attention, her concentration vanished and the ground fell flat beneath her...
Leaving only one option open to her: fall flat on her face.
Thud.
The girl lay still for a second or two before her head snapped up, red-faced and wide-eyed.
"Hey, Pretty-boy, don't just stand there!"she blurted, totally unabashed for the moment. She scrambled over to the bush, her books randomly disseminated here and there.
Her hands flattened abruptly to the ground around the bush and she hissed out a heady breath, shying away from the fire. Within moments, the bush shrunk, its growth rescinding into nothing but a seedling in the ground. With its disappearance, the flame itself was sucked into nonexistence.
The elf leaned back on her heels and glanced over at the silver-haired "pretty-boy" with a slightly disparaging look.
"Ely Monteblanc, year two."she asserted, returning her attention once more to the ground where the bush had once existed.
A few moments after her hands touched the scorched earth, it cracked open a bit and within seconds, a new bush erupted in a burst of green light, wild and vibrant...and not so neatly trimmed as all the other hedges. She gave the new bush a half-amused smile before standing and dusting herself off with her hands.
Looking back at Skeyeles, she gave him the up-and-down for a second before striding for her books.
"Sorry about calling you pretty-boy. Heat of the moment and all, you know..."she grinned inwardly at the realization of the pun.
'Heat of the moment...,' with the bush all aflame...
She shook her silly thoughts away after gathering her books.
"Did...did you set the bush on fire...?"she floundered, just coming to the realization. All at once she blinked innocently and plastered on the iconic "sweatdrop" expression.
"Oh, that was kinda rude... I should say, "Hello, what's your name, nice to meet you, blah blah blah,"..." Ely reprimanded herself in an almost apologetic fashion.
"So then, what is your name? Do you go here or...or are you just a random arson?"she stared at him with her wide eyes. Her mouth popped open once more and she immediately screwed it shut with a frustrated look.
"Ugh. I can't seem to shut up. Wait, what was I doing before-...nevermind. Speak before I make an even bigger fool of myself."she pleaded with a sour twist to her lips, which she covered furiously with her hand.
Ears perking up at the sound of the earth rumbling, the silver-haired male raised a brow before turning around, metallic orbs widening ever so slightly. Well…this was a sight not seen every day. He almost offered to assist the elf female in getting back up, though her sudden nickname for him caught him somewhat off-guard…and besides, she was doing a fine job scrambling about everywhere on her own.
So he was a “Pretty-boy” huh? Well…he was not about to deny it.
Rose petal lips parted a number of times in hopes of expressing a few words, but after the first few attempts he decided this loquacious woman was not about to offer him the chance. Lithe arms folded over his chest while his silver crowned head tilted lightly to the side, half-lidded metallic eyes merely observing this flustered second-year. In response to all her questioning and statements, the male merely choked back a chuckle. He could not repress his lips from forming a gentle smirk however, so fitting on his devilish features. Besides from the slight upward turn of his lips however, the rest of his pale face was blank.
Only his bedroom eyes seemed to dance with amusement.
Finally, after the introduced Ely had finished floundering about with her words, the pyromaniac parted his mouth and allowed words to fall from his lips in a low voice. “You’re cute…” he drawled out with mischievous eyes, “So I’ll forgive you for ruining my fun.”
Meeting the female’s bright eyes with his own darker ones, the male spoke a short and somewhat curt introduction. “Skyeles Caelizer, fourth year. Call me Skyel or Sky if you prefer. I do go to this school…though committing arson is just a hobby.” Shooting the elf a devilish smirk, the male was somewhat disappointed to hear that she was only a second-year. How old did that make her? Somewhere around…sixteen or something? He’d feel somewhat like a ***** if he were in association with her…
Then again…it would probably just add to the excitement.
“You’re an Earth Student.” His tone suggested that he spoke this as a statement rather than a question. “Why aren’t you in class?”
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 10:07 am
Ely stared back at Sky for a good three or four seconds before her eyebrows hitched together in an amused but bewildered way; she gasped out a laugh with nothing but breath escaping. An astonished air hung about her.
"Cute?"
She narrowed her eyes but they still seemed to penetrate deeply with glassy intensity; her tongue jutted out between her lips in a childlike pout. Shaking her head after reeling her tongue back in, she tucked a chunk of hair behind one finely pointed ear and began to march towards the gate.
Only to trip just a few footfalls away from her previous spot, falling flat on her face once again.
A frustrated growl could be heard then, muffled by the ground beneath her and the mass of hair on her head falling around her head to said ground. The elf gave a few feeble kicks to the earth before getting back up, not bothering to dust herself off this time.
"Why aren't you in class?"she answered in a flustered and failingly annoyed manner.
She was never so clumsy. But today was just an off day, apparently. She had already fallen on her face twice and she had barely even reached the front gates. How embarrassing.
'This is the worst first impression in the history of bad first impressions...I could win an award...This guy will never take me seriously after this fiasco...Ugh.'
Did she…just stick her tongue out at him?
Blinking slightly widened eyes, the male raised a delicate brow. Wow…no one had done that to him since what…he was five?
Tracing her movements with his metallic eyes, the male could hardly repress laughter as the girl managed to fall once again. In a childish way…this “Ely” was quite delightsome. Amusing in the least. Upon a first impression, she did not appear to be the brightest crayon in the box…but he was willing to forgive her. After all…she had made him smile. More than anyone at Vanishing University had done for him so far.
Sauntering up to the female, his steps slow and deliberate, Skyeles towered over her somewhat while bringing his face close in proximity to hers. Unbothered by the perhaps awkward situation he had placed them, as if he had never heard of personal space, the mock prince locked his eyes onto Ely’s. “Yes…” he nearly purred, his voice low and breathy while he raised a slender hand to her face, “Cute.”
Brushing off a speck of dirt that had clung to the maiden’s fair features with a gentle caress, the silver-haired male breezed past her, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Keeping his gait sluggish, the male seemed to invite the elf to walk alongside him. “I’m skipping class.” He said easily, without any hint of remorse or anxiety. Turning his head along with his gaze towards Ely, he smirked, “You’re not going to tell on me are you?”
When Sky had first approached, Ely had given him a wide assortment of looks.
First came annoyance, then confusion, followed by mild shock, and topped off by embarrassment. Obviously he'd never heard of personal space. He was juvenile, haughty, rude...
And yet curiously intriguing.
Although this point made her feel like an idiot; there was no point in being interested in those who set fire to bushes... Or really anything for that matter.
When the silken, fire-starting hand brushed away the dirt, Ely was sure all the color disappeared from her face aside from two high-visibility crimson marks on either cheek. Even if this man was a trouble-maker, he still had the same effect any terribly beautiful person would have on some unsuspecting victim.
Although the words 'terribly beautiful' would never escape her lips. Not to him, anyway; it would only go to his pretty little head.
As he slunk away, Ely stood immobile, calculating the damage of the situation before she turned to him. Her brow was set and her lips were pursed.
She marched off after him.
"May as well babysit you. I can't have you setting anything on fire..."she grumbled, jutting her lower lip out for a moment in a pout.
This was a terrible way to start off her school year!
She was constantly late, and now she was hanging around with a fire-starting bum who had no sense of decency or manners...
Oh well.
She wouldn't be too concerned later, really.
"I'm not skipping, though! I'm just...er...I'll think of an excuse." Ely trailed away with the sentence, ending in a more introspective note. Glancing over at him, she wrinkled her nose a little.
"Don't get the wrong impression; I'm not stupid, and usually not very clumsy. I have a habit of putting my foot in my mouth every now and then. Figuratively of course. And sometimes I tend to ramble a bit, but I'm not an idiot. Or a child; don't think I didn't catch your little play on words. 'You're not going to tell on me,' nyeh nyeh nyeh..." Ely mocked him a bit. It was quite comical.
Turning her attention forwards, she sighed quietly, dusting herself off as they walked to wherever in the world he pleased.
Intriguing? Yeah, he had that effect on people.
Ely’s blush ignited a feeling of pleasure within the male, accompanied by a gentle stroke to his ego. The latter of which he most definitely did not need. However, a question arose in his mind in brevity…if he were to encompass the fair maiden’s cheek in a lover’s caress…would she reward him with such a lovely blush again? What if he kissed her? What then would be her response?
As swiftly as the idea came though, the inspiration fled his mind.
“Babysit me?” Skyeles parroted with a raised brow, a questioning expression on his pale features. He most certainly did not need a babysitter. “Careful then…I might set you on fire.” Repressing a secret smile, the male refrained from adding a corny, “…Or set your heart on fire.” So, instead leaving his words to the victim of ambiguity, the male merely chuckled lightly to himself, laughing at his own joke.
Ha. Ha. Ha…very funny Sky. Hilarious.
“If you want…” the mock prince began, his trademark devilishness returning to his features. “I can always give you an excuse.” Passing the female an almost challenging glance, he allowed mystery to cling to his words and he realized his words could be taken in several different ways. Let her take the statement whichever way she wanted...with innocent or impure intent. On the other hand, it made him smile on the inside to think that this second-year was skipping along with him. In an odd way, it gave them a strained companionship. Or something in common at the least.
“I never assumed any of those traits of you.” Skyeles responded simply. Though it was most probable that he was not entirely truthful, his statement seemed to reassure that he did not think negatively of her. In fact, she really had nothing to worry about…he found her quirks thus far rather endearing.
Continuing in his natural, breathy tone, the silver-haired male spared Ely a glance. “Are you hungry? I skipped lunch and was planning on getting something at the cafeteria.” Casually, the male pocketed his slender hands within two of his pant’s innumerable pockets while continuing his speech. “Would you care to join me for a late lunch? My treat.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 10:10 am
At the 'set you on fire' comment, Ely rolled her eyes; long, dark eyelashes leaped sunward as if to widen her eyes a bit more to add more room simply for a more dramatic eye roll.
"I doubt that."was her simple response. Seeing as he seemed to be joking, she wasn't too particularly threatened by his pyromania. The image of a fork-tongued, snake-eyed chibi Sky came to mind, waving a tiny sprout of a flame at her and she laughed a little. Normally, this warranted strange glances but she didn't particularly care at the moment. The situation was strange enough.
Ely scoffed slightly at the mention of getting something to eat.
"I'm pretty sure I just had a good meal of dirt, but sure. I've got nothing better to do and I have to keep an eye on you until I'm sure you won't set someone on fire."she teased, poking her tongue out once more, but only for a split second.
"Do you do this often? Skip, I mean." Ely asked, jumping into an interrogative mode. She didn't like the silence but she didn't like to talk too much.
So instead, she would provoke him.
A snake-eyed chibi Sky was probably not the image the pyromaniac was attempting to project…but whatever made her remember him best.
Deciding offhandedly that the elf’s laughter was a pleasant sound, the silver-haired male registered it in his mind that perhaps he should attempt to make her laugh more often. Whether or not he would actually fulfill such a commitment was up to fate…and his own laziness and apathy, he supposed.
“And how was that dirt? Pretty tasty?” Skyeles teased the girl lightly before continuing his speech, “Don’t worry, I’ve never set anyone on fire…” his voice trailed for a moment before he amended his statement, “Accept for once. But he deserved it.” Shrugging the matter off with a smirk at the memory, the mock prince continued ambling without even a hint of remorse. In fact, his pyromania did wonders to project a rather insane aura about him. And he did not mind in the slightest.
“Hmm…” Considering the woman’s query for a moment, the male’s metallic eyes darkened with honest thought. “Only when my peers are more unbearable than usual and the teachers more boring than I can handle…so yes, I do skip rather often.” Casting a charming smile to the female by his side, the taller of the two brushed a hand through his silky tresses, forming a small frown when he was forced to untangle a knot. Argh…he loathed knots with a passion. Ah well…at least there was only one.
Deciding it was his turn to fill in the silence as their steps brought them closer to the cafeteria, Skyeles parted his lips and said casually, “You seemed to have an impressive hold on your powers earlier…” Before she fell flat on her face, he neglected to add. “That’s rather spectacular for a second-year…have you always been able to perform fantastic feats?” Casting the female a glance, his voice seemed to harbor a compliment…yet it was more insinuated than actually said.
Ely's jaw dropped slightly and she scoffed.
"You've got to be kidding!"she voiced when he mentioned that he had, in fact, set someone on fire. She quickly moved past this though, deciding to mull over it later, and answer his next statement first.
"For your information, that dirt was pretty awful. But I suppose you derive some strange pleasure from teasing people?"she poked at him with words, sticking her nose up a little.
"Because if they complain, you'll just...incinerate them, I guess? Hmmmmmmm?"she drew her lips together in a pointed, 'hmmm', standing on tiptoe and giving him a wide-eyed look.
She bust into a giggle though, unable to hold her face together. After the laughing subsided, she sighed a little, giving him a sort of 'whatever' look.
"As for your reasoning behind skipping class...that's kind of... Well, it's really lame. Sometimes you kinda have to just suck it up. Seriously, just...do something to entertain yourself." the elf shrugged. Ely quickly realized where his thoughts might head and cut her eyes at him.
"Aside from defamation, vandalization, or otherwise." the wild-haired girl cut in, tucking her hair back behind her ear, as she had done earlier. There was so much of it, it would always fall loose and hand around her ears again.
"Also, I haven't always been in control. But I've been practising for so many years, most of what I do is second nature now."Ely responded with a thoughtful stare into the distance.
"What about you, Pretty-boy? How in-control are you?"she tilted her head at him expectantly with an amused smirk.
"Because you fourth years are so much better at what you do than us second years, hmm?" Ely teased.
In response to her incredulous exclamation, the male merely offered a secret smile and a darting, impish glance. Yes…he had set someone on fire before in his youth…and it had been quite fun. Perhaps he would have to relive the experience one day.
“I’m not sure,” Skyeles replied slowly, letting the words tumble from his tongue and pronouncing each syllable. “Why don’t you try complaining and we’ll see what happens.” A challenging stare lingered on Ely as the male took this moment to actually observe the elf and intake her features. She indeed was blessed with quite lovely hair…thick and unruly compared to his own perfectly straight and thin silver tresses. He also found himself somewhat envious of her average build, for a moment reminiscing to when his limbs were not so pathetically lanky and useless. But then, there was no point in thinking about that.
Ely’s infectious laughter forced a chuckle to be emitted from his cherry lips, a surprise to him upon retrospect. It would appear, he slowly began to admit to himself, that he was enjoying her company.
Pushing out his lower lip in a “puppy-dog-pout,” the pyromaniac defended himself without malice. “It’s not lame…it’s…” he paused for a moment to choose his next set of words carefully, “…practical. I always end up studying on my own, so class is rather meaningless to me anyway…I don’t need it to pass my exams, so why go?” Metallic orbs watched as their scenery slowly transformed from lush garden to the magical walls of Vanishing University, inwardly recoiling as more and more students began to surround them.
It was not that Skyeles was anti-social by any means…he rather enjoyed spending his time with people in fact. However, his first few days of school had not been overly pleasant…and they had set a negative tone for the rest of crimson adorned male’s school year. So, obviously, his dislike towards his peers was entirely not his fault…right.
Perhaps he had just not met the right crowd of people?
“Besides,” he continued casually, “I’m not so suicidal as to allow myself to be bored to death…if I don’t like what I’m doing then I won’t do it.” His response to Ely seemed to be hinted with the spoiled nature of a wealthy child. Though even if it was, his confidence and self-worth earned him some applause. Such was sometimes rare to find in modern times.
Casting Ely a questioning stare at the mention of his new nickname, the male merely continued walking with a slight smile. He kind of liked the alias. “Yes…we fourth years are quite superior.” He agreed with a solemn nod, almost as if he was completely serious. His eyes however, gave way to his playful intentions. “But I’m far too modest to brag about my own skills…though they are brilliant. Maybe I’ll give you a demonstration one day, if you’re nice to me.” Yeah…because seeing him do magic tricks was such an honor...
“What food are you in the mood for? Surprisingly, the menu here is actually rather delectable.” Their ambling steadily bringing the pair closer to the noisy dining area, Skyeles was all gentleman and ready to hold open the door for the elf female. Audacious enough to even bow as if he was a servant while speaking a soft, “Ladies first,” Skyeles seemed unperturbed by the raised brows and questioning stares. He was brought up to be respectful and even courteous to a medieval level towards females…and he was not about to disappoint his mother with impertinent behavior.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 10:14 am
Ely gave the old silver-haired man a quirky smile and bouncily slunk into the cafeteria itself, spinning to reface him once inside.
"Why, thank you. You're so strange."she grinned widely, teasing him some more.
"Anyway, back to the conversation at hand!"she held up one finger, as if to make a point.
"If you don't attend classes, you may miss something important. Like a test, or notes, or something like that. If you don't attend classes, you may not pass at all. You fail at participation grades, presentations, and stuff like that, y'know? I'm pretty sure you 'superior fourth years' still have elementary assignments every now and then." Ely gave him a 'knowing' look with her bright eyes.
"You can't just assume you can learn all you need to know on your own. And has anyone ever called you a brat? You have this weird aristocratic snobbery when you talk every now and then, it seems." the wild-haired girl continued, spinning around to walk off again. She laughed a little bit, waving her hand at him.
"No offense of course. And as for doing 'tricks' for me if I'm 'nice to you', don't worry about it. I don't want to see you setting people or plants or anything else on fire. Not unless it's actually useful or necessary."she grinned at him. She stopped at one point and grimaced a bit; pink lips jutted out and she gave the cafeteria a once over and looked off into space with a studious look.
"As for what I would like to eat...I'm not quite sure. I haven't really eaten anything from the cafeteria. I don't know much about food or cooking or anything. I usually make something really simple..." Ely trailed off with a sour note. Her eyes pulled up and her eyebrows drew together.
"And bland. I really fail at home ec. type things."
Ely looked over at him suddenly and smiled simply.
"So you pick, then, Pretty-boy. Since you seem familiar with the place."
Following after the elf, Skyeles’ gaze circumvented the cafeteria, taking in all the lingering scents and the ceaseless chatter. Tucking his hands back into his pockets, the male sauntered up beside the earth student, his walk reminiscent to a feline.
“I’m not strange,” he protested, “…I’m just special.” Countering Ely’s tease with a blank expression, the silver-haired male could have appeared annoyed, though his slight smile revealed that he enjoyed their meaningless banter.
As the apparently more studious of the two continued to lecture, the pyromaniac gave the impression he was only half-listening. His liquid silver eyes suggested indifference as they effortlessly found entertainment elsewhere in the dining room, but though he exhibited this rather rude behavior, he truly was listening. Quite intently actually, he might add. She struck a chord with her words, and he knew the earth student was right…not that he was going to admit it. He vaguely recalled paying a handsome fee to enter this university, not that he enjoyed being reminded he was squandering his future.
But he knew deep, deep down inside…that he needed to be.
Taking her criticisms to heart, but still projecting an dismissive demeanor, the male deviated his warm stare to the elf’s shorter frame while speaking with a hint of impishness. “Tell you what…I went to class enough to know that I have three tests at the end of this next week.” Allowing this to sink in, the male steadily ceased his saunter and turned to face the younger of the two. “If I fail just one of them, I’ll begin going to class like a diligent little student and…I’ll be your personal servant for two weeks.; at your beck and call no matter what for or what hour. However…” Pausing for dramatic effect, a devilish smirk returned on Skyeles’ pale features. “If I receive a passing grade on all three, you owe me a favor. Anything I ask for…how does that sound?”
Interested in her answer, the feline-like male took a moment to capture her brilliant gaze, enjoying the intensity of her eyes. However, he was soon pressed to turn his attention to more important matters than his challenge: Food.
Without skipping a beat and seemingly lacking thought, the male answered her query effortlessly, “Well, if it’s up to me…I’m always craving a well made sandwich.” Thus said, the silver-haired fourth year turned in the direction of the sandwiches line, joyful upon seeing the queue was rather short.
Ely watched him curiously as he responded, physically and verbally. She had been picking up strange vibes from him. She still couldn't quite decipher whether he was actually interested in the conversations they had continued senselessly, or if this was another one of his quirks. A quirk where he was merely a socialite with no care for the thoughts of others as long as they entertained him for the moment.
Like the cats he so mimicked.
Lithe and agile, they seemed to crave attention, but once they got it, they acted indifferent and uninterested. But they were so attractive with all of their catty charms, that one couldn't help but be lured into the snares of fawning and obsequiousness. In the end, it was just pitiful to watch.
But Ely couldn't complain.
His company was rather...alluring. She was quite convinced after his momentary stare that she could spend hours with him just studying his make up: perfectly straight and with a perfect silver sheen was his hair, and his eyes were the most astonishing color. He was charming, if not rude, and had all the traits of the classic bad boy heart breaker, but with a unique, modernized edge that made him all the more enticing to be around...
Ely blushed darkly; was she losing her mind?
These were dangerous thoughts. He was nothing but trouble; he had to be. Devilish, juvenile, undeniable, and a pyromaniac. These were not the characteristics of someone who could possibly be any good.
But...but, it was just too much fun to pass up.
Ely found that she couldn't resist indulging in a bit of insanity for a bit. Her lips twisted up in a semi-smirk at her deviating thoughts and she couldn't help but grin a little bit. She would never tell him these things, but she was almost positive he'd figure her gears were spinning rapidly...
She rolled her eyes at his 'special' remark. Special indeed... Ha.
At his challenge she scoffed in a feeble attempt to cover up intense interest. This was a dangerously tempting opportunity... This prince-like scoundrel, bending to her every beck and call for two weeks, no matter what? Tempting. But risky, considering the cost if she lost... Hm.
Ely narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"So if you fail just one, then you're my servant for two weeks? And if you pass all three, I have to do you one favor..." she echoed curiously, placing one finger to her lips, thinking. The wild-haired elf considered her options... This could be her chance to get him back to classes like a 'good boy'... But it could cost her something crazy; she was sure whatever he came up with for his favor would probably be most extravagant...
"Deal." Ely grinned widely, her bright green eyes glazing over with excitement.
"And sandwiches it is."
Why was she blushing?
He had to admit, he enjoyed being the cause for blush upon flawless cheeks…assuming that he was the reason for her flush. And of course, he was conceited enough to conclude so. Though he did ponder why exactly his new found companion was so cogitative…perhaps she was merely mulling over his proposal?
He honestly thought the exchange to be more than fair. Considering that he was significantly self-taught, his chance of passing all three of the tests was something akin to…twenty-five percent. Should he fail even one, not only would he force himself to be a “good student,” she would have her own personal slave…all he got, should he win, was a favor. A simple, nonthreatening favor…
Well, maybe nonthreatening if it was not Skyeles she owed the errand to.
An impish grin slithered upon his unblemished features as the silver-haired male turned his smoldering gaze to the earth elf, his countenance radiating amusement. “Well then, it’s settled.” Reaching out a hand towards the female, words rolled off his serpent tongue like sickeningly sweet honey. “And just to make it official, it’s only proper that we shake on it.”
Like making a deal with the devil…did Ely know just what she may be getting herself into?
Pleased with the outcome of events, the feline-like prince moved forward in line, taking two trays for himself and Ely into his nimble digits. While metallic irises surveyed the impressive motley of sandwiches and meal combinations, the male refused to allow the elf to carry a tray for herself. After all, he was not the ideal gentleman for nothing. Or, at least…he considered himself to be…when he felt like it that is.
“It’s not a five-star restaurant or anything,” he commented dismissively but lacking in any malice, “but just choose whatever you desire and however much of it. Cost and dieting is not an option.” Having said his bit, the male picked up a plate with two finely cut in half sandwiches and placed it gently on his tray. Inching forward in his typical sluggish pace, the silver-haired male gave the elf time to choose her meal without the pressure of time. Though, because he felt considerate, the pyromaniac chose not to move too leisurely for the sake of those behind them in line.
“Oh, and as for your brat comment earlier…” Selecting a type of healthy, fruit juice drink and placing it on his tray, the male turned his liquid silver eyes to glance at the wild-haired elf. “You know you love it.” Complete with a charming smile that would make even Casanova weak in the knees and accompanied by an almost flirtatious wink, Skyeles moved forward in line without skipping a beat. Pausing to choose between a bowl of fruit or a small tray of fries, the male decided to be adventurous and go with a double dose of the deep fried potatoes.
Mmm…calories.
Ely laughed deviously, shaking his hand. The elf had little doubt that Sky would fail at least one test. If he skipped as often as it seemed, he wouldn't be prepared for even one... Then again, he could turn around and seem to know everything needed to ace these tests...
When she really thought about it, she didn't even know what kind of tests these were. They could be terribly simple tests, really. And therefore, she may have just gotten herself in over her head with her precociousness. Wow... Ely felt as if she had somehow managed to kick herself in the mouth, after sealing the deal with the handshake. She winced, smiling ruefully in spite of herself.
Deciding to mull over her mistake later, she moved onwards with him, picking up whatever looked interesting; a sandwich, some fruit, some water, the usual. She wasn't too focused on the food, so she didn't pick out too much, but it would be enough. The elf was more interested in continuing their conversation.
"And I do not 'love it'. I find it amusing, although it's nowhere near as entertaining as the situation we seem to be in." Ely laughed quietly, almost embarrassed. She'd known Sky for twenty-something minutes and she was skipping classes and making deals with him?
But she had said she wasn't skipping class. So she wasn't, then...right?
"Do you always trick people into doing odd things like this?"she teased, cutting an accusing look at him. She was, of course, referring to the not-skipping and deal-making.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 10:25 am
He never claimed to be able to “read” people.
However, being a rather physical person himself, he could typically perceive insinuations from a person’s body language as to what they might be feeling or thinking. Anyone could do it…they just had to be willing to pay attention enough.
Noticing her wince and pale comparison of a smile, the silver-haired male decided to give a word of comfort concerning their agreement. Parting rose petal lips while casually digging into one of his pockets for currency, the male spoke in his same low and breathy voice. “I’d actually have to study for two of these tests to pass. So you do have a fair chance of winning…better than fair really.”
His plate piled with the typical fashion of a Vanishing University student, Skyeles moved down the line, following the general flow. If he could help it, he avoided being as robotic and “normal”…indeed, everything he did had to have his own personal flare…but as of right now, he felt himself falling into a comfortable lull with this conversation. Perhaps this girl was affecting him more than he originally perceived? Then again, knowing someone for less than an hour hardly counted as a reasonable basis for judgment.
Shaking his head lightly to wake himself up from his thoughts, the male took a deep breath before lifting his noble nose a little higher in the air and straightening himself to his full height. Finally, plastering his same devilish smirk, the male turned his gaze to Ely before speaking with a hint of insinuation in his tone, “And what situation are we in exactly?”
Huffing in a playfully offended manner, the mock prince responded with his trademark air of arrogance. “I never have to trick people to do anything…they merely follow on their own accord, charmed by my presence.”
Making eye contact with a “lunch-lady,” Skyeles pointed to his and Ely’s plate and handed her more than enough currency to pay for the meals. Speaking a quick, “Keep the change,” the tallest of the three made a dashing glance at the elf female before moving in a sluggish pace towards a table. Setting down his tray and Ely’s side by side, the male made a point to pull out the female’s chair for her, his pale hands a contrast against the deep shade of azure that coated the chair.
“A seat for the lovely lady?” His head tilted slightly as he raised a brow, a wicked grin on his flawless features. Always a gentleman.
Ely blinked curiously at him before giving him a rueful smile; what was his motive in all of this? Was he a genuine gentleman or was this all for show?
Currently, Ely was too caught up in the moment to care. Something about Sky prompted her to carelessness.
Taking the offered seat, she set her tray down before her and followed suit soon afterwards, easing into the colorful chair. Propping her elbows on the table, lacing her fingers together and placing her chin atop them, she grinned at the human, trying to decipher something about the male... Anything that might make more sense that what she already knew.
But all she could concentrate on was anticipating his next plan of action. She forgot all about the rest of the cafeteria for the time being, totally enraptured in her conversation with this captivating delinquent.
"You're so...difficult. You know that? I can't seem to pinpoint any one reason why, but that's what I find interesting. Why do you do what you do? You're an arson, have no sense of personal space, and yet you demonstrate a superb grasp of chivalry. As far as I can tell that is. I could be totally mistaken." Ely pondered aloud, leaning back in her seat, smiling thoughtfully at the silver-haired male.
Pushing in the female’s seat carefully so as not to make any jerky and uncomfortable movements, the silver-haired male turned gracefully and settled into an adjacent seat, pleased with the deep scarlet color of the orb. Picking up his cup of juice with slender digits, the male took a sip with a sigh of relieve. He had been quite thirsty for a time…and juice was also so refreshing.
Particularly grape juice.
Tucking a locket of hair behind one of his ears, the male made sure to keep the precious tresses well out of the way of his lunch. Upon noticing the elf’s stare, the pyromaniac deviated his stare towards her while picking up a sandwich with one hand. Flashing her a devilish smirk, the male took a bite of his meal and felt his stomach silently scream for more. Hm…perhaps he should cease from skipping breakfast.
“I’m not so complicated as you make me out to be.” He responded evenly, with a sparkle in his eyes that seemed to protest his words. “I’m just your ordinary college student just scraping by.” Although his words categorized him as simple…they hinted at a mystery, as if he was almost hiding something with his masking words. Everyone had dark secrets, perhaps even this prince.
“But I’d much rather talk about you.” Turning his body to face the female, Skyeles kept a sandwich in hand, munching away thoughtfully. “Tell me about yourself…classes you’re in, favorite color, crushes.” Offering a smirk the male locked his smoldering gaze with Ely’s brilliant green, “I’m curious.”
Ely stuck her tongue out at him for denying her thoughts; she knew he was lying, of course, but she would figure it out gradually, rather than take up this time with thought.
When asked about herself, Ely generally tried to keep it short and simple; she did not enjoy talking about herself, because it felt redundant. She did realize, however, that it wasn't redundant to others, but still... It was no fun.
Either way, she would indulge him for the moment. Sky did not seem like the type to let his questions go unanswered, and thus avoiding the question was most likely impossible.
Picking up a small grape of the pile she'd retrieved in the lunch line, Ely popped it between her lips, thinking for a moment on how to go about this in the most effective way without rambling...
Deciding she would get it said either way, she shrugged and the grape disappeared behind her lips. A moment later, she smiled and tucked her hands beneath her, beginning a fluid speech.
"Well, I'm taking several classes, you see. I'm taking the gen-ed classes like core math, science, english and history. I don't start the in-depth classes until my junior year."she nodded, rolling her eyes.
"I'm a squirt, I guess. Anyway, I am already taking some major classes. Like orchestra; I've been playing violin since I was really little, and so I got involved in what my hometown called 'upper school' and I joined the orchestra here at VU." the elf explained, smiling sheepishly. She was already tired of explaining this...
"Mmm...favorite color... Well, it's kind of a toss-up. I really love the color... Well, basically the color of your pants!" Ely giggled; that had to be the strangest sentence of the day.
"But at the same time, I really like silver, gold, and general earth colors. Like forest green. But I really hate orange."she pouted her lip out, picking up another grape and plucking it into her mouth, chewing over her words for a moment before shrugging.
"As for crushes... I don't really have any. The guys here...don't really interest me. It sounds bad but none of them seem...dedicated. I don't have time to be dealing with boys who can't step up." Ely tilted her head, giving him a more serious smile. She wasn't interested in people who played around just for the sake of themselves. Sky didn't quite fit into this category, however, but he wasn't involved in crushes yet. She had just met him, after all.
But she couldn't deny the fact that he was quite attractive and Ely didn't doubt that she could see herself involved with him... But that was another time, another place.
"Satisfied?"she grinned, batting her eyes once in an attempt to get him off her case; this conversation would go nowhere if he insisted on asking about her.
Even if the elf did not relish the thought of speaking about herself, Skyeles was quite appreciative of it. He hardly knew the girl, and though he would rather discover her through actions than words, he figured it would keep the relationship friendly and casual for now. No use scaring the girl off.
Finishing off one sandwich and working his merry way on another, the male listened intently, his gaze never leaving her elfish features. Like a fire licking her skin, his gaze traced her forest eyes and wild hair, her pert nose and pink, moving lips. She was a cute girl, he admitted to himself. Though, that was all he would allow himself to think for now.
Allowing his features to express some of his admiration towards her musical talent the male raised a brow and grinned, offering a small, “Impressive.” Making a mental note to one day actually attend one of the orchestra concerts, the mock prince continued to listen. Though, the thought of music made his eyes momentarily flash cold…as if the idea resurrected a horrid memory. Deviating his gaze for but a moment and lifting his cup of juice to lips, the male was back to normal by the time he set the cup back down. Now was hardly the time to be touchy-feely. Memories were better left buried.
Upon hearing that his pants were her favorite color, his eyes momentarily fell upon his crimson cargo pants, the strangeness of the sentence pleasing to him. “Well, you’re definitely unique, aren’t you?” He had definitely never heard anyone give him that answer before…in fact, he was sure this was the first time in the history of the world anyone had ever offered such an explanation.
He would not ask her again to talk to bluntly about herself…unless he needed particular information from her, of course. This was enough for him to begin building a relationship off her…he did not want to leave knowing absolutely nothing of his new companion. Anything he would learn from her though, would be through time spent together…such discoveries were simply more fun that way.
Pouty lips separated as chuckle fell from his lips, the sound somewhat foreign…but pleasing. Because the laughter lacked the derision it normally harbored. No, this time…he was actually amused and laughing at what Ely had said concerning her crushes. A few silver tresses fell about his features as he shook his head lightly, accenting his features well. Traditional smirk adorning his lips, the male opened his mouth to speak before his eyes widened and a look of terror flashed across his porcelain features.
Oh no…
Turning his gaze away and muttering a curse underneath his breath, he suddenly turned his gaze to Ely with a look of ferocity and solemnity. “Hey, I need you to do a favor for me, no time to explain, but just…play along for a moment, would you?”
Ely blushed lightly as he laughed at her; she knew he wasn't mocking her, but she felt silly nonetheless. Ah well, as long as he hadn't totally abandoned her for her strangeness....
The wild-haired elf managed to catch his strange look for the briefest second, but lost it behind his cup... Maybe it was nothing, though. Either way, she wouldn't press him about it if he had went to such lengths to cover it up.
Spending time would be his best method of approach to getting to know Ely; actions spoke louder than words, and they spoke very loudly in Ely's case. She was always finding something expressive to do, so Sky would learn quickly through association.
Ely watched him with guarded eyes as he spoke, but she was thrown off her defense as his mood suddenly changed. Her brow hitched upwards in mild confusion as his expression conveyed...what was it exactly? Distaste?
Her confusion deepened as he asked her suddenly to 'play along', but deciding he wouldn't do anything to get her into a situation she couldn't handle, Ely nodded slightly. Quickly rearranging her face, she tucked her hands beneath her legs in a casual manner, smiling once again.
She quickly scanned the cafeteria though, wondering whatever in the world could cause Sky such a sudden discomfort.
What in the world indeed.
“Skyyyyyy!” A voice rang through the cafeteria loud and obnoxiously clear as the owner of said voice squealed in delight. Strawberry highlighted blonde tresses were tied up in two symmetrical pig-tails in an attempt to be girlishly cute while pouty lips formed a smile, coated thickly with sparkling chap-stick. Long and slender legs received catcalls from fellow classmates all throughout the cafeteria, particularly from those students adorned in red, matching the female’s own attire. Fabric of a deep shade of scarlet clung tightly to her voluptuous physique, a body that could make any girl envious and insecure.
This female’s school uniform, however, seemed quite modified. Her skirt had been hemmed to barely reach mid-thigh while her button up shirt was practically left undone, leaving a scant undershirt to be seen. Her pretty face would have been lovelier had the female refrained from coating herself with foundation and eyeliner. Her face sparkled with make-up that indeed enhanced her features…but they seemed to hide her natural beauty…her natural self.
Simply from her physical appearance…she seemed fake.
Though from the calls and attention she obtained from the lunch room, neither the girl nor the world seemed to care.
“Skyyy!” Repeated the girl with a sugar-coated voice, waving a slender arm in the air, attempting to catch the male’s attention. Walking up to the table with admirable confidence, the female smiled in a cute manner, her gaze set solely on the pyromaniac. “Hey! Where were you last night? I was waiting for you at Jake’s party but you never showed…it made me so lonely…” Trailing off her sentence in what may have been intended in a seductive manner, the girl giggled slightly, jutting out her lower lip.
Upon first hearing the female’s voice, the male seemed to stiffen. Hearing her voice, seeing the way she smiled…how she tried so hard to appear cute and innocent…it made him want to gag.
“I told you I wouldn’t be at Jake’s party, Samantha. Lay off.”
Seeming affronted by the curt manner of speech, the blonde crossed her arms in front of her chest, his eyes displaying sadness. “I told you not to call me that. Call me Sammie, remember?”
“I don’t like calling strangers by their nicknames.” Speaking in a tone that hinted malice, the male took another sip of his juice before painfully turning his gaze to the bubbly blonde.
“Well, whatever. Doesn’t matter I guess. Are you coming to Randel’s party?” Tugging at her shirt collar with seductive intent, the female grinned impishly at the male. “I’ll be waiting there for you.”
Pausing as if he was actually mulling over her offer, the male sighed dejectedly before shrugging his shoulders. “Sorry, I’ve already got plans. Thanks for the offer though.” With that said, the male suddenly leaned in, closer to Ely and grabbed one of her hands and entwined her fingers with his. Doing so with a sense of natural ease and gracefulness the male smirked at Samantha. “I’ve got better things to do.”
Azure eyes suddenly widened upon seeing Skyeles’ actions before narrowing dangerously. She did not like the implications of his touching Ely. “Sky…” She began sweetly before her voice began dripping with acid. “Who is this?”
Ely stared at the walking doll in shock; she was extremely pretty... But at the same time, who would want to look like that? Frowning, she silently reminded herself to never wear that much makeup. Ever.
Not that she wore much to begin with; her cheeks were always naturally pink and her eyes were poignant enough that they didn't need much highlighting. Such were the gifts of elven genetics.
When the blonde spoke, her exceptionally aggravating voice caused Ely to shudder, eyelids flickering dramatically. She adjusted quickly though, as the woman continued jabbering away. At the mention of a party which Sky did not show up to, one of Ely's finely shaped eyebrows pointed upwards.
So was he really a player?
Or was his situation legit? Either way, she wouldn't hold it against him for this girl... She could see why she might be stood up by anyone who thought with the head on their shoulders, rather than their 'procreative mind'. Ely flinched at the thought.
When Sky's fingers met hers, she felt the color rush to her cheeks; her throat caught up in flames, drying her mouth to the point of speech incapability. His hands were smooth and shocking... Ely wasn't sure whether to yank her hands away or hold tighter.
She quickly regained consciousness of the situation, and remembered that she had agreed to play along... Right. Well, this...Samantha didn't seem like much of a threat, so why not have a little fun with the situation? Smiling sheepishly, Ely leaned in closer as well; giving Samantha an almost evilly playful glance, she tilted her head towards Sky.
"Oh, allow me; my name is Ely. I'm Sky's new...prospect, I guess? I hope you don't feel replaced. I haven't heard him talk about you before..."she feigned innocence, eyes widening in a childlike manner, almost as if apologizing.
"And you are?" Ely smiled sweetly; apparently this was someone quite popular among the fire students, which would make the latter sentence a bit more hard hitting.
Ely wasn't quite sure of why exactly she was agging this on...but she was. And she was quite enjoying it.
Had the situation been any less intense…Skyeles would have allowed his surprise of Ely’s acting reflect on his features. However, he’d have to congratulate her later.
Allowing his gaze to momentarily flicker to his female companion, the male slowly turned his attentions back to Samantha, and though he parted his lips to speak, he was cut off by the blonde’s vicious tongue.
“I wasn’t talking to you.” Sounding like she wanted to add an explicit to the end of her sentence, the blonde hardly paid Ely a glance. Her voice was loud enough that stares were being drawn to their table, and some more daring fire students began malingering, watching with gossiper’s eyes and speaking with acidic tongues.
“You know, there’s no need to be jealous.” Skyeles attempted to regain control of the situation. Although he appreciated the elf’s comments and courage…he honestly feared for her safety and Samantha’s wrath towards the wild-haired female. Should her rage be directed towards him, then he could handle it…Ely however…
“I told you, I wasn’t interested in you. So just lay off.” His words were decisive and his eyes hinted towards cruelty. Typically, he refused to treat women in such a manner…but Samantha was a different case.
“Lay…off?” The blonde repeated, her voice sharp as a knife. “Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m Samantha Wheeler. I’m the Student Body President for Fire Students, I’m top cheerleader…I’m every guys’ dream…and you, you drop me for a slutty little nobody like…” Dramatically pointing a finger at Ely, the blonde spoke her next word with such a distaste she sounded like she was about to gag, “…her?”
“Well, for one…” Skyeles began, his voice lowering to a feral growl as he barely restrained his temper. He would set her on fire one day…he was sure of it. “She’s not a slut—“
“Don’t you talk back to me!” By now, a crowd had gathered around the scene, no teachers however, could be seen throughout the cafeteria however…and chants of “fight” were beginning to encircle the trio. “I don’t know what she must have done to make you so interested in her all of a sudden, but an offer like me doesn’t come to just any guy, you know. What did she do? Sleep with you?” Although the Fire Student’s angry words were directed towards the silver-haired male…it appeared as if she blamed Ely for the entire situation. “Is she why you don’t return my calls, why you stand me up at parties, making me look like an idiot?”
“That’s enough Samantha.” Skyeles’ voice cut in curtly, his eyes losing all sparkle of his earlier laughter. “I always told you I wasn’t going to any parties with you…and how the hell did you get my number anyway? I never gave it to you and never wanted you to have it in the first place.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Defended the blonde with a huff. “I don’t know what she did…but I’ll make you both sorry for humiliating me.” Azure eyes turned to Ely as she said this, as if personally extending a challenge. She blamed the elf…and her aura radiated a desire for vengeance.
Positive that Samantha had just humiliated herself…Skyeles suddenly stood up, releasing Ely’s hand after giving it a reassuring squeeze. Eyes cold as steel and his lips set in a grim line, his posture was stiff as he towered over the blonde and spoke his words with perfect solemnity. There was perhaps no time the male had ever been so serious.
“Don’t you dare touch her Samantha…you’re messing with fire and you’re going to get burned.” His voice was dangerously low as a hint of a growl echoed through his tone…in a way though, he seemed to be in his element. Beautifully dangerous…like a caged tiger…what would happen, if he was set free?
“Oh really?” Samantha raised a hand, “You forget, dear, I’m a fire student as well. Fourth-year, just like you…there aren’t any tricks I don’t know about.” Suddenly a ball of fire ignited in her raised appendage as her gaze turned towards Ely, gasps filling the room. “No one takes away what’s supposed to be mine…” Her voice also had lowered, to a whisper seeming to be intended for the elf’s ears only. “You’ll pay for it.” And with that, the fire ball was launched with lightning speed toward Ely.
Ely was intimidated; not by cake-face but by Sky. She didn't expect this from him... The harsh words, low tones... The feral gleam in his once tempting eyes.
She wasn't afraid of him... That held too much of a negative implication. No, she just knew never to cross him. Ever.
Upon being insulted, Ely rolled her eyes. Of course, she almost walked into that one on her own, but still... How elementary did one have to be to resort to illicit insinuations such as those? Slut? How pathetic.
Ely continued watching the scene play out, but once Sky's hand left hers, she knew play time was over. Standing slowly, Ely held her ground, trembling slight in anticipation. The name-calling and chanting of 'fight' didn't help her out in the slightest, but she tried to block it out.
Perhaps she shouldn't have gone so far with the joke, but of course she would accept responsibility. However, this girl was taking things too far. There was absolutely no need for violence in this situation; if she were any kind of woman at all, she'd play fair to get what she wanted... But of course, decent people were few and far between these days.
As soon as Ely saw sparks ignite in Samantha's hand, her own plastered itself to the table in preparation. This was getting too far out of hand quickly, escalating to a dangerous level. What was this girl's problem?
Ely's mind raced.
But all thought fled her mind the moment she sensed Sam's move; ducking quickly with her arms crossed outwards in front of her head, Ely engendered a great stone barrier. The mass of earth reared up before and around her, shielding her from the fire.
However, quick as she was, she was still singed a fraction across her arms and calf, where the haphazardly made barrier hadn't fully materialized. She winced painfully as the barrier completed itself around her, shielding her from the rest of the cafeteria.
What on earth was going on? Was Samantha mad?
Ely's eyes welled up with random tears momentarily, confusion getting the best of her. Sniffing quickly, she rubbed them away; this only caused her to wince once more, and more severely as the saltwater tears were rubbed onto her singed arm, irritating it even more. She scowled darkly, fighting off angry tears.
She was thankful that the rest of the cafeteria was not sharing in her moment of weakness. That's all the crazy lady needed was an ego booster.
Fire students had always been stereotyped to have short and explosive tempers.
And Samantha Wheeler was the perfect fire student in every way.
Growling as the earth student fabricated her barrier, the blonde created fireball after fireball, throwing each of the deadly explosives as soon as they ignited in her awaiting hand. Ocean blue eyes were perilously narrowed and focused solely on the earth barrier surrounding her latest nemesis…oh, that little elf girl would pay dearly for this whole situation.
Ever since she was old enough to understand the mysterious attraction between boys and girls, Samantha Wheeler had used the art of seduction to her advantage. A little skin there, batted eyelashes there, and some flirting all around…she was the favorite of more than half the males of Vanishing University. On top of that, she was popular…envied by girls of all ages, all wishing they could learn how she obtained power over the male population. She was intelligent enough and could be pleasurable to hang around…and because of her personality and high class…she always got everything she wanted.
And whomever she wanted.
All except for Skyeles…and in her opinion, it was this little elf-tart’s fault, and she would pay for this humiliation.
Indeed, the female human was not entirely sure how to react to rejection, and thus…her outrageous response.
Putting his arms up in an “X” and ducking his head in order to ward off the fire student’s spells, Skyeles found the heat burning against his delicate skin. He was indeed a fire student…but that only made him tolerate of his own flames. Embers summoned from his classmates would deal just much damage to him as anyone else. However, he could not simply stand by and let Ely get hurt…especially when all this was his fault.
Lowering his arms while grimacing at the sudden rise in temperature, the silver-haired male ducked and performed a gymnastic roll in order to come up behind the strawberry blonde. Summoning strength into his slender hands, Skyeles latched onto Samantha’s arms and pulled them down until he had them stuck to her sides. Trying to block out her banshee screams, the male did his best to resist her struggling against his grasp, growling out an authoritative, “Samantha that’s enough!” Then he added a not so diplomatic, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Turning her glare to face the pyromaniac, the female’s eyes were getting red and puffy, as if ready to burst into tears. “Let go of me you son of a—“
“What is going on here?” An elderly figure finally made his way through the throng of students, piercing eyes of chocolate brown staring at the two fire students and eyeing the barrier concealing Ely questioningly. “You two, Wheeler and Caelizer, you’re coming with me to my office right this moment.” Indeed, this teacher did know them. He was the department head for Advanced Fire Spells…and he did not take kindly to his own prized students causing mayhem. “And who casted this earth spell?”
Releasing Samantha more than happily from his grasp, the silver-haired male moved towards Ely, a hint of concern reflected in his gaze…he could not answer his teacher until he knew of the elf’s well-being.
Ely felt her small tomb-like structure heating up externally, and her cheeks reddened as the temperature rose from the inside as well. She realized that the longer this continued, the harder it would be to breathe...
She waited another several moments before deciding she could spare a crack in the wall opposite the fireballs, so as to let some air flow in. Ely wasn't in the mood for passing out today. This would only increase Samantha's haughtiness, which was definitely unnecessary.
Slowly, the earth rearranged itself, allowing several small holes to funnel through the side of the barrier; cool air rushed in quickly, brushing across slick skin. Ely realized then how hot it really was inside her entrapment. Wiping her face with the back of her sleeves, she frowned, listening...
But there was no screaming... No chanting of 'fight'.
What...was going on now? Was this a trick of some sort? Ely shuddered inwardly. How best to go about this...
Deciding to risk it, Ely retracted the safe side of the earthen barrier, still crouched low to the floor. She kept the sides of her head covered with her arms, just in case. As the walls pulled back slowly, she noticed the expressions of the crowd; almost afraid...or avoidant.
Frowning, the wild-haired Elf glanced over to where she'd last seen Skyeles, still curious as to what exactly was going on. After all, she had been totally unaware of the outward goings-on while stuck in her little ball of dirt and rock...
"S-Sky?"Ely eeked, quickly covering her mouth; the lack of oxygen in her protective dome had sucked her mouth dry, leaving her with a pathetic excuse of a voice for the moment.
Skyeles lacked most of his emotions…his former life had left him a pathetic rock.
So, though he would have liked to feel compassion for the elf as she eased herself from her secure hole, the male only was able to exhale a sigh of relief, glad that she was, for the most part, unscathed.
Walking up to the elf with his typical feline grace, the male bent down and offered a hand to assist Ely in standing back up. Concern now written off from his features, Skyeles could only offer a slight, reassuring smirk that everything was going to be all right. Grasping onto the elf gently, the human male searched her body with his metallic voids, carefully noticing every one of her scratches and bruises. This attack had come out of nowhere…and Ely had done well to defend herself against the logically more powerful fourth year. This wild-haired female had most certainly impressed him when concerning her intellect and power gauge…and from what he could tell, she would make a true and loyal friend.
Once he was positive that the female would make it through today without fainting…for now at least, Skyeles released his grasp on her somewhat. He did however, retain a gentle hold on one of her delicate elf hands, once again entwining his fingers with hers in an almost possessive and protective manner. “Sir…” the tall male began, turning to face his superior, his eyes a clouded mist of unreadable emotion. “Permission requested to assist this female to the nurses’ office. Permission requested to report to your office at six-hundred hours sharp.” His posture was perfectly straight as the crimson adorned male ignored the stares and gossip encircling him and his companion, and his tone of voice reflected his show of apathy…such was not how he usually spoke, but he did often speak to his superiors in such a fashion. Especially those he respected more or less.
Life in the military would do such to anyone.
As the elderly man seemed to mull over the pyromaniac’s suggestion, his chocolate brown eyes scanned over the elf, noticing that she indeed carried some battle scars. Nodding his head slowly in assent, the head of department barked out in his guff voice, “Permission granted. Wheeler, you come with me.”
With that said, the teacher ordered the students to continue going about their business and to stop gawking “mindlessly.” A pathway now beginning to clear, the pyromaniac deviated his smoldering gaze to Ely, trying to determine if she was up for walking. Giving her hand a small squeeze, he gently tugged her in the general direction of the exit, speaking a soft, “Are you all right?”
Ely seemed dazed for a moment, zoned off in some other space; the floor of the cafeteria molded back into its former state and the tiles sealed themselves back into place as the elf registered the fact that Sky had helped her up in the first place.
Once she realized what was going on again, she glanced up at Sky from beneath black lashes, slowly grinning sheepishly. She'd definitely gotten herself into a mess this time, and all she could think of was...
"Oops?"
The elf followed along in a vague state, barely noticing the slightly painful tingle as charred cloth brushed upon singed skin. Her hand, as if by a will of its very own, twitched lightly and gave the most minute squeeze back to the human's hand. She gradually picked up the pace, although she wasn't completely aware of where she was headed, but as long as it was out of the cafeteria, Ely would be satisfied.
"I'm sorry, Sky." the elf mumbled half-heartedly, using her free hand to brush back her hair; the normally wavy mass was now almost electrically frizzy from the heat and humidity generated during the dangerous squabble. She frowned slightly as her hand got caught in a slick tangle, which she eventually freed.
"Thanks for...er...helping me up." the frazzled elf nodded before glancing up at him quickly with wide eyes. She suddenly remembered that he had not had any defense against the psycho student. Of course, he was a fire student, but that didn't necessarily mean that he had any more defense than she did against Samantha. Ely recoiled momentarily, silently admonishing herself for hiding like a coward while he was left in the open...
"Are you alright?" Ely asked with a bit more strength to her voice now, looking up at him shyly; she wasn't usually so meek, but this wasn't exactly a normal situation.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 10:51 am
(( OOC: Kind of wish I kept all our little OOC conversations with the posts xD Oh well... ))
A coward, Ely certainly was not.
Still grasping the female’s hand in a protective gesture, dull voids of metal glared at the staring bystanders, as if challenging them solely with his eyes. His body language spoke volumes of his willingness to do battle with the gossipers…he could already hear poisonous rumors beginning to unfold.
Ely had done nothing to merit acidic glares and cold shoulders…the mock prince was to blame for any of her future turmoil. This in mind, the silver-haired male felt a rush of protectiveness surge within him. He did not often rely on others, and his mind wondered if he should have even allowed a moment of fun to persuade him to bring the elf into such a dangerous game. Of course, he had not been aware of just how crazy Samantha was.
Opening the door to the cafeteria and gingerly leading the female outside, the pyromaniac spared a glance at his companion and felt his lips twitch into a smirk. Frazzled hair rested on the elf’s head…and it looked somewhat comical. Despite the bleakness of the situation, Ely had still managed to light a candle of cheer for him. Even if done unintentionally. Keeping this thought to himself, the male continued walking in a sluggish pace, this time more to allow the elf time to gain her bearings.
“I’m not the one we need to worry about right now.” Parting his lips to reply in his soft, breathy voice, the male took a deep breath and exhaled audibly, allowing most of the previous tension from the earlier scenario to flee from him. His heart rate declining and his eyes regaining their typical impishness, the taller of the two seemed to have reverted to his usual self.
Deciding that he may have to set the female’s mind at rest, the pyromaniac spoke again, this time, with a slight smirk on his features, “I escaped without scrape or bruise…you however, didn’t.”
His eyes travelled over her form as a doctor would, catching sight of some burns and torn cloth. His eyes flashed momentarily with displeasure…Samantha Wheeler had no right to attack the elf. None at all.
“We’re almost to the nurse’s office…we’ll get you treated there, and then I’ll escort you back to your room.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 11:05 am
Ely ignored the onlookers as she as Sky swept out of the cafeteria; she wasn't particularly thrilled about being stared at, but she didn't exactly care about anyone else there. They weren't part of the mess she had agged on, so they really had no business bothering her...
She smiled inwardly as Sky began to ease into a comfortable state of being once more; at least he was sure he was okay... Ely didn't want to drag out her personal guilt anymore than necessary.
Even so, she did feel silly still for leaving him unprotected... Another time, another place.
The elf rolled her eyes a little when he glanced at her 'battle wounds'. Honestly, it wasn't that bad... The singes on her arms and her leg weren't so bad. Although they did sting a bit. Her concern was on her clothing; holding her arm out, she gave a childlike sigh, pouting slightly.
"She burnt my shirt... This was one of my favorites..."Ely grumbled quietly, examining the singed teal cloth of the tunic. Shrugging slightly, the elf shook her head. It didn't matter.
Ely was about to thank him for going with her to the nurse's office, but when he mentioned escorting her to her room she laughed nervously, shaking her head. Her room... Oh, her room.
"Er, you really don't have to do that. My dorm is a crazy wreck, honestly. I could make it on my own, I'm not-..." she trailed off, just imagining walking back to the dorm on her own... With her face fresh in Samantha's mind, Ely was sure she would recognize her if they met up, and who knew what kind of trouble she would 'cause... Ely shuddered, feeling lightheaded.
"Seriously...It's okay. I'm sure there are...I dunno, campus people who do that sort of stuff..."she fumbled for her words, finding herself incapable of providing an excuse. She realized he was most likely her safest bet to getting to the dorm without interference, but still... Didn't he have something better to do?
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 8:56 am
Rose petal lips twitched upwards in amusement as the female elf commented on her clothing. Interesting how Ely had just escaped from a life-or-death situation...and all she had to pout about was her fashion. Admittedly, the silver-haired male would have probably felt the same way.
Keeping a sluggish pace, Skyeles chanced a glance at his female companion, raising a brow at her hesitance to allow him to her dormitory. Perhaps he was simply not accustomed to not being allowed access to such private quarters…goodness knows Samantha attempted to drag him into her bedroom. Wincing momentarily and shaking his head to rid himself of the thought, the male exhaled deeply with a shutter. A horrid memory, best not relived.
Once his silver tresses had resettled into his metallic crown, the male parted his lips to speak in his melodic tone, “You wouldn’t deny me the opportunity to do service would you?” Smirking with his trademark devilishness, the male turned his liquid metal eyes to meet brilliant verdant. “I just want to make sure you get back safely. Wouldn’t want to give Samantha the chance to wreak her unwarranted vengeance.”
Returning his gaze to their pathway, the silver-haired male repressed an impish smirk, “Besides, I know you’d miss my company.”
Turning a corner and leading the elf to a bright white doorway, the pyromaniac offered the wild-haired other a slight grin before knocking on the door with his free hand. After having done so, he turned the knob and opened it for both himself and his companion, his metallic eyes surveying the contents of the room.
Within were several curtained compartments, each housing a sickbed along with bustling nurses and students. In the middle was service table with a rather plump but sanguine woman sitting therewith a bright smile. Standing up in her white uniform with her hair tied neatly in a bun, she spoke kindly while Skyeles led them to her. “Hello dears, how can we be of service to you today---oh my! What happened to you dearie?”
Cerulean eyes gazed upon Ely with genuine concern as she looked ready to call a nurse to service them.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 9:35 am
Ely rolled her eyes at Sky in a most playful manner, laughing to herself; he was so aggravatingly overconfident that she couldn't help but enjoy his company that much more. So he was right in assuming that she would miss his company... However, they'd hardly known each other for a mere hour or two.
Funny how she felt like she'd known him for a long time.
The elf stuck her tongue out at him when he asserted that she would definitely let him into her room; no matter what he'd done before, or with whom he had done it, he was not getting into her room. Oh, no. Human women were too easily persuaded... Thankfully Ely was not human.
She sighed off-handedly as they reached the clinic, stepping in reluctantly; she'd never liked clinics. Ely highly appreciated the work they did and the effort they put forth, but... It was such an uncomfortable feeling. The rooms were dull and void, the air was thick with the scent of sanitizer and antibiotics and all manners of other unpleasant smells. Ely wrinkled her nose at this, glancing at Sky.
When the nurse stood, she smiled nervously, shaking her head.
"Oh, er, there was just a minor accident. Some kids were playing around and something went wrong and y'know... I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's nothing too serious, but Mr.Personality here decided to bring me here anyway. Sweet, hm?"she poked fun at him in the nicest way, shrugging. Hopefully he wouldn't mind.
As for the small lie she told, Ely simply did not feel like dragging out the dramatics right now. The 'who' and 'what' did not concern the nurse as far as what really happened to Ely, and the elf could deal with Samantha without being a tattle-tale.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 10:13 am
Biting his tongue so as not to resort to Ely’s childish gesture, the male instead sent her a playful glare, pursing his lips together in a mock serious expression. However, as they began to converse with the nurse, Skyeles remained a silent giant, towering over the two women easily. Allowing Ely to speak for herself and fabricate her own white lie, the mock prince controlled his body language as not to make the nurse suspicious to the female’s story. A glance, a raised brow…even the smallest gesture could hint to the untruthfulness of Ely’s story.
And there was no reason to add any more complications to their lives at the moment.
Nodding solemnly as Ely related her story, the plump nurse set about calling up a nurse to take care of the elf. With a twirl of her fingers, multiple azure tinted screens appeared from seemingly nowhere. Pressing buttons and activating screen after screen with professional ease, the nurse concentrated on her work for a mere minute before turning her cheerful gaze to the pair of students once again. “If you’ll just follow me, please.”
Exiting from her behind her circular table, the woman began to lead both Skyeles and Ely through the maze of the clinic. At times the nurse would speak a kind word to a follow employee or pause momentarily to receive orders from a superior doctor, but within moments, she had brought the elf and human to a quiet and empty room. Bowing slightly, the woman excused herself and told Ely to sit on the table. After speaking a cheery, “A doctor will be with you in a moment,” the older woman walked out of the room, leaving the two alone once again.
Momentarily watching the nurse leave with his metallic voids, the male entered into the room, taking in his new surroundings. He was not often found in such quarters…and he found himself somewhat fascinated with the sterile cleanliness of the room. A white bed was stationed in the middle of the room, surrounded by counters lining every inch of the walls. A sink was off to one corner, along with medical instruments neatly placed, like soldiers ready for their duty.
Gesturing for Ely to take a seat on the medical bed, Skyeles crossed his arms over his lean chest while striking a pose by leaning against a nearby wall. Appearing with a striking likeliness to the “bad boy” in a teen movie, the silver-haired male kept an air of rebellion and aloofness.
That is, until he glanced at Ely and stuck out his pink little tongue at her.
Turning away promptly, the mock prince acted as if nothing had happened. Because he’s so mature…
Right.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 3:15 pm
Ely walked in dejectedly, sighing to herself. Stupid skanks and their stupid tempers... Ugh, today was a mess; first she was late to class, then she skipped the rest of what was left to babysit this arson, only to further her wrong-doing by harassing an already-incensed crazy person...
What a day.
Although Ely had to admit that the day so far had been fun... Her antics had also provided her with the company of a very interesting young man who wasn't too hard on the eyes... That was something else he never needed to hear from her.
Now that she thought about it...how old was this 'mock prince', anyway? He was a fourth year, she knew... So she assumed he must have been anywhere around the age of twenty-one. Hmm.
Slinking over to the uncomfortable-looking hospital...recliner/bed, Ely hopped up on it, dangling her legs off at the knees. Swinging her feet idly, she slumped tiredly before sitting back up, resembling a child momentarily. Ely grinned in response to Sky sticking his own tongue out, showing the first sign of being less than maturely cool since she had known him. However, the current situation outweighed silliness, and her grin faded into a concerned pout. The elf eyed Sky thoughtfully, wondering about his own thoughts at the moment...
"So...What do we do about Samantha?" Ely asked quietly, plucking her hands between her knees and holding them there. The bright-eyed girl was not afraid of the psychotic fourth year but she'd rather be prepared than flippant of imminent danger... Especially after lunch.
Ely thought up all the possibilities of attack... Sam could find her dorm, or her classes, or simply corner her during school or any other time she were alone... The elf's full lips twitched at the edges in the most minute of frowns at this thought but she quickly erased it. 'Alone' was nothing new to her.
Ely shifted to lie back on the hospital 'bed', draping her arms across her stomach. Staring at the ceiling, she hitched her eyebrows together in a moment of personal thoughts unrelated to the present conversation and situation. Soon, she shut her eyes as if to block out the rest of the room from her mind, leaving Sky virtually alone.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 8:41 pm
Blinking slowly, the male returned his piercing gaze to the female, watching her with the same eyes that a cat watches prey. Even if he were to call her “friend,” it did not seem possible for him to erase such an intense and almost intimidating stare. Yet, there was a mystery in that chanced glance and fervent stare…like a kitten with a secret.
Did Ely dare to stick around to discover it?
Exhaling a breath, the pyromaniac unfolded his arms in order to use one hand to tuck silver lockets behind an ear and away from his flawless features. Using a leg to push himself off from the wall, the male stood his ground, deviating his stare away from the wild-haired other. Taking a few steps around the room, his features appeared somewhat solemn as his rose petal lips molded to a grimly set line. Waltzing around the room with his feline grace, the male fingered the counters and other objects encircling the room as he seemed to ponder Ely’s query.
What would they do about Samantha?
Finally, he abruptly turned to face the female and strode up to her purposefully, his gaze locked on eyes of jade. “I can’t say don’t worry about her…you are going to have to watch your back.” Now standing only a few meters from the elf, Skyeles towered over her easily, and though with he was slightly solemn, he did not mean to intimidate with his height. “But I can’t have you walking around these halls unprotected. If possible, allows try to walk around with a friend, or even just an acquaintance. Just make sure you’re never alone. I’ll be with you as much as I can…and I don’t mind skipping class to escort you somewhere.”
Flashing his traditional impish smirk, the male seemed to shake off some of his somberness, though the hint of urgency in his tone did not fade. “If you ever need me, just…think of me or something. And don’t worry. I’ll find you.”
His suggestion sounded ludicrous, though the intensity in his gaze seemed to attest to his sincerity. If she thought about him…if she called to him for help, even just in her mind. He would come. He would be there. She had no need to fear.
Sky was not particularly one for words. He was hardly talented with them. But his body language, his eyes, the tone of his voice conveyed his message.
Raising a hand slowly though lacking in hesitation, the mock prince trailed the back of his fingers against the elf’s soft cheeks, the gesture intending to be something akin to comforting. Once again, the male had invaded Ely’s personal space as he closed the gap between them to a more than “Just Acquaintances” level. Locking his eyes with Ely’s the male’s lips refused to move or speak any more…instead, he allowed the silence to speak for itself.
As time seemed to stop and the world ceased to spin…Skyeles found himself concentrated on this little elf, whom he had just met hours ago…he had involved her into such trouble within the first few moments of knowing her. Would it not be more beneficial to walk away right now?
A sudden knock on the door interrupted Skyeles’ thoughts as a lean, but short woman stood at the doorway, her brow raised with a knowing expression on her middle-aged features. “Hello? Am I interrupting something?”
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 9:15 pm
When Sky had first moved, Ely remained immobile, eyes shut, tuned out for the most part. She could still hear him, still realized he was there, but she didn't need to see him to acknowledge she understood him... However, when he approached her, she reopened her bright eyes, glancing up at him seriously as he towered above the hospital bed.
Pulling her knees up, the reclining elf pulled the rest of her body up. Shifting her gaze, half-lidded, to the wall, Ely's stinging arms encircled her legs and she sat still this way, listening to the silver-haired student without looking at him. She was still taking in all of the information from the course of events so far surpassed.
Her attention was caught up when his fingers brushed her skin though and she glanced back at Skyeles quickly with an unwarranted glint of sadness. It lasted for a mere moment though; Ely had realized she'd slipped up with her expressions and blinked once. As soon as her verdant eyes opened, she kept them wide and concerned as she listened to his words of advice.
The elf felt her heart give an extra, loud thud and she involuntarily reacted to his touch, shifting her cheek into a better groove with his hand. Her eyes, having been glued to his intense stare, shifted away as she lost the battle of trying to cover up her silly feelings.
Ely felt a strong sense of protection with his words in mind, which stirred up a myriad of other things. Appreciation, although it should have been, was not exactly at the forefront of her mind...
Verdant eyes watched the two towering figures stalk past her wooden door frame in the silence of the night. She felt invisible, something new to her.
"You can't just leave...!"her mother shouted, her cries poignant in the still of midnight and Ely had to cover her pointed ears. The little girl frowned unhappily, mumbling for her mommy to stop yelling.
"You humans and your weak hearts... I'll have nothing to do with it," came the crisp voice of the only pureblood elf in the house, the sound approaching Ely's room. The little half-elf looked up just in time to see her wonderful father come into the room.
He had always been a source of comfort in her life but tonight he only brought sadness as he sat down on her bed. His stance suggested he did not intend to stay. The elven man cupped his little daughter's cheeks, his thumbs stroking away fresh tear streaks.
"Ely, if you ever need me, think of me. I'll find you." the man breathed, kissing her once on the forehead before standing and leaving.
The last sound she heard was the door slamming, shattering her little heart, like a glass doll falling from a shelf.
It had been thirteen years since that day; he had never once come for her since that night.
All Ely could muster at the moment was a dull sense of guilt, confusion, and a twinge of sadness; none of which was Sky's fault. He didn't realize...
The sound of the doctor's voice carried through to Ely's senses and she glanced over at the doctor, making a point to avoid Skyeles' gaze. Clearing the lump in her throat, Ely smiled, shaking her head.
"Er, no, actually, you just missed us."Ely proffered a joke quickly, smiling with embarrassment. She was just ready to get this over with and get back to her dorm. The elf winced inwardly at the realization that she would have to walk all that way with Sky on her trail...
She wondered if he had picked upon her discomfort, praying to whatever powers may be that he had not...
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 8:21 pm
Rose petal lips twitched downwards in a feeling akin to disappointment.
Ely’s undivided attention was not focused on him.
His childish nature resurfacing itself, the male attempted to recapture her gaze and focus, desirous to know what thoughts were swirling in the female’s head. Metallic voids did not miss the glimpse of dejection that was expressed in the half-elf’s verdant orbs, though he had no earthly idea what caused the fervent emotion. His only assumption could be that Samantha’s wrath caused her pain…but Ely seemed more level-headed than to let a school-girl frighten her too terribly.
No…the cause of her sudden twist in personality was surfaced by a memory. By a wound deeper than the skin, and perhaps only half buried.
Everyone had their skeletons, and Sky, so early on, was not one to ask about them.
His fingers still tracing her flawless elf skin, the mock prince found himself hoping, even if only slightly, that his words brought a sense of comfort. He would come. He knew he would. But, did this earth student really know it? Did she trust him?
As the medical person entered the room, the crimson adorned male turned his head towards the door, looking at the older woman through a sea of silver tresses. Slowly, almost reluctantly, removing his hand from Ely’s features, his feet moved in a slow waltz away from the injured female, making room for the doctor to begin her examination. Keeping his lips sealed, the pyromaniac sauntered to the wall, resuming a pose similar to before. Crossing his arms across his chest and leaning his weight on one leg, silver voids watched the doctor with an unimpressed stare, his demeanor appearing untrusting.
Only casting the male a glance, the elderly woman set her chocolate eyes on Ely, sending her a kind smile. “Well then…what do we have here today?” Approaching the elf female with wise eyes and a knowledgeable aura, the bruises and burn marks were noted with a disapproving stare. However, not disapproval towards the wild-haired other…merely the situation. “It would appear there was a fire student involved in whatever scuffle you were in young lady…if you don’t mind my assumption.” Casting a chocolate glance at the elf before summoning a blue screen from midair, much as the nurse earlier had done, the doctor began to type into the screen’s keyboard, the words appearing and disappearing faster than either Ely or Skyeles could read them. Concentrating on this task for but a mere moment, the medical professional turned her attentions back to the injured female.
“By the way, it was rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Doctor Raquel Yali. And if you don’t mind, I’d like to get a little bit of a closer look at your burns.” Bringing up her hands as if to ask permission to touch the elf, the doctor waited with the kindest of expressions on her only slightly wrinkled features. After a beat, the woman gently grasped onto one of Ely’s arms, her eyes taking in the damage done with a slight frown. “Mmm…well, your burns are not too serious. They only appear to be of the first degree. However, they’ll leave a nasty scar if you don’t take care of them.”
Setting Ely’s arm back down gently, the somewhat shorter woman turned away and purposefully strode over to one of the many cabinets. Opening the cabinet and standing for only a moment to search its contents, Doctor Yali picked out a white container. Small enough to fit in the woman’s palm, the creamy white of the object seemed to perfectly match the room and the woman’s pristine outfit. With a smile, the woman handed the jar to the elf with only a few words of explanation. “Go back to your room, clean up your wounds with just plain soap and water and make sure to dry your skin completely. Then, apply this cream to each of your wounds liberally. It may sting a little, but that is normal. Get a full night of rest, at least seven hours, and by the time you wake up tomorrow morning, all your wounds should be healed.”
Pulling up a second azure tinted screen, the doctor shrugged her shoulders casually, laughing a little. “Simple enough right? You two are free to go now. Just sign out with the nurse up front. She’ll just need your name and dorm number so we can check up on you later. And if you ever need anything, just ask for me, Doctor Yali…and I’ll take care of you.” Deviating her gaze from her computer screen to the elf, and momentarily to the human, Doctor Yali offered a reassuring smile. She was a professional but caring doctor…and it showed through her work.
“Now you two take care!”
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