in the cannibal glow [eden]

[Judas Frost]

His make up was off, hair pulled up into a thick, messy bun, strands falling down and curling about his shoulders. Judas looked oddly masculine, stronger jawed than one would expect, with thin lips and short eyelashes. A white wife beater hung on his lanky frame, sho[glow=red,2,300][/glow]wing off the definition of his collarbone and his broad shoulders.

It was maybe five by now, six at the latest. Judas was situated at his desk, bent over slightly as he worked a file around his nails, carefully smoothing the rough edges out. His roommate was gone and he didn't really care where he had run off to, being more content to have the all ready small room to himself. His yellow sweater dress laid crumpled on the floor, black tights beside it, because quite frankly, Judas couldn't be assed to clean it up at the moment. Beside him, on the desk itself, was homework and a large book he should have probably been reading but alas, he had no interest in doing that.

He shifted a little, smoothing and fixing his nails before grabbing a bottle of nail polish, clear in color to give that extra shine he loved. Judas shifted, so lost in thought that he didn't hear the door open or anyone enter until it was far too late and in his surprise, the nail polish fell to the floor, spilling over the carpet and leaving a wonderful mess. Judas shifted again to stare at the intruder, wide eyed like some sort of caught animal. His mouth was agape but no sound came out.

[Eden Faire]

School security here sucked.. That or he was just so good at slipping under the radar, he didn't even notice that there was one. None the less, Eden liked to act the part of a sneaky student. Peering around corners, darting behind anything so he wouldn't have to stay out in the open. It was a short trip between his own room and the room his Sacrifice had so wrongly been placed in, but he supposed that was.. protocol or something. So was sneaking around, but, eh, fuck that rule.

Upon reaching his destination, Eden looked around for witnesses, then crouched in front of the door, pulling out his student i.d. card and a hair pin. Let the lock picking begin! ..Though, as he fiddled around, a thought struck him. Whacked him right in the brain. With narrowed eyes, he tried the knob and.. it opened easily. Wasn't even locked. How dangerous! Eden would scold him later.. unless Judas had left it like this just for him, in which case, he'd be so happy. In any case, a dramatic entrance was due, and the blond made sure to present. He swung the door open, just enough so that it didn't reach the wall and produce a bang. He rolled in, like those men in spy movies, and posed as he came to a stop, resting on his haunches, eyes looking around wildly.

They locked onto the back of a pink head, relieved to see Judas had not noticed. Wait, just what would his partner have done if it hadn't been Eden who snuck into his room? Goodness, so careless! Eden tsked then swooped in, grabbing Judas on the shoulders firmly, and leaning down to whisper into his ear. "Guess who?" the boy's tail was wagging like a metronome on speed, so delighted. Of course, Judas didn't seem too happy, looking over his shoulder with that look of a deer in the headlights. "..Aww, you cheated," Eden's bottom lip rolled out in a pout, and he leaned down to kiss his sacrifice's cheek in apology. "I'm sorry if I scared you.. what's that smell? It's like paint.." he lifted his head and gave a few sniffs of the air, then looked around curiously.

[Judas Frost]

His entire body seemed to go rigid at Eden so suddenly grabbing him. It clicked after a few seconds just who it was and the pink haired man relaxed, eyes softening into something much less wild. He looked away and to the bottle of nail polish on the floor, the clear liquid making a slow growing puddle. The kiss went, for the most part, unnoticed, acknowledged by a brief glance and a half smile.

"You should knock," Judas lectured, although they probably both knew that would be futile. If Judas was lost in thought, a knock on the door wasn't about to snap him out of it. At the question, he leaned down, picking the varnish up with delicate fingers. He wiped the side of it off on his pajama bottoms (plaid with dogs running around on them) before setting it on the desktop. There were various other nail varnish stains on the surface all ready.

"I dropped the nail polish," he stated, a bit dryly and more disappointed in himself than anything. Judas brushed his fingers over his Fighter's hand before standing, walking over to his roommate's dresser to pull out a pair of briefs. It wasn't like he had to know. The boy walked over to the puddle and gently dabbed at it, wiping it away best as he could, before tossing the underwear near the dirty clothes hamper. "Did you want something, Eden?" he asked quietly, sitting back down in the chair.

[Eden Faire]

Yeah, he better have noticed that kiss. It was sweet, kind, and should be cherished. "I should knock?" he scoffed and continued, "No, you should be more aware of your surroundings.. what if I had been a rapist, coming to take your purity? This was a test, and you failed!" Eden's grin grew broader, then he watched carefully as Judas picked up the spilled bottle. He knew that expression, too. There was only the slightest way too tell, but it was there. Even over something so little, he wasn't going to let him blame himself. The fighter had vowed to relieve as much of the self-hate as he could. "Oops, sorry, my fault," he murmured, putting more of his weight on to the back of the chair as the pinkette stood and walked away, then at the mess.

Now, he should have offered to clean it up if it was really his fault but.. his nose was really sensitive and that stuff wreaked. "..Underwear? Really? That isn't even yours," he laughed, hands already grabbing for Judas again when he came back within reach. He wrapped his arms firmly around the older teen's shoulders, examining his face. "...You know, if your roommate sees those stains on his underwear, he's gunna assume you're doing naughty things with them," he leaned in closer, eyes darting from feature to feature.

Judas actually looked.. manly! Some.. what. Manlier then usual, okay? He smiled at this, always glad to get as close as he could to the real Judas, the one that didn't hide behind lady's clothes and make-up. "..I just came to visit you, duh," the youth replied, finally getting close enough to bump their foreheads together, noses barely an inch away from touching. "..I don't know why you put all that stuff on your face. Not many people can be beautiful and handsome at the same time, yet you somehow manage," the blond gave a sad sigh, boldly reaching a hand out to stroke it through Judas' hair.

[Judas Frost]

At this comment, Judas spared the Fighter a glance, perhaps a bit bemused. "I don't have my purity anymore," he replied quietly, moving a hand up to absently touch where his ears had once been. They had been small but fluffy, tufts of fur surrounding the outsides, and he had had a slick, cat like tail, growing more fluffy at the tip. Now both were gone because of one mistake.

"I shouldn't have been so surprised," Judas answered, more or less oblivious to what the Fighter was doing. He wiped his hands against his thighs and dug his heel about the mess, smearing the clear fluid into the carpet until it was more or less gone. "They're too clear. He won't notice anyways," he added, sparing the laundry basket a glance. He would need to do laundry soon and the thought earned a grimace. Judas didn't mind doing laundry, but it was still doing laundry and he couldn't make himself necessarily enjoy it even if he wanted to.

His odd eyes looked at Eden, studying the still childlike face, the slightly gaunt look to it, the sickness in the skin, and he frowned. His eyes lowered, looking at the space between them as the younger leaned in. He moved his arm up, fingers gently grasping at the others arm, more so in an attempt to comfort himself. He both enjoyed and found himself cornered by the intimacy; it brought a sort of bubbling terror in his stomach that he refused to let show.

The words caused Judas to look up. He didn't blush, just looked more surprised and then he looked away, disgruntled. He offered a slow, weak smile. "Didn't anyone tell you flattery gets you no where? You're just biased," Judas laughed softly, brushing his lips against Eden's temples before drawing himself away. Judas grabbed his book and sat on the bed, patting beside him. He blew against his nails then, helping them to dry.

"Sit down. You look - okay, I suppose. How are you feeling?"

[Eden Faire]

Eden almost rolled his eyes. Oh, Judas, that poor man. Didn't he understand? "I'm not talking about your ears, stupid," he instantly regretted the remark. He usually was extra careful with his words when it came to Judas.. any little insult could be like a stab wound to his already low self esteem. But sometimes his tongue slipped up. "..Er, I. I meant your inner purity, okay?" he bit his lip, looking a little awkward now. No! He could recover from this.

He noticed Judas studying him, wondering what for. It hit him eventually, and he felt touched by the concern, although at the same time a little annoyed. This was also something he couldn't help. Years of people treating him like a fragile thing got old. But it also meant they cared. That Judas cared and that's all that mattered. Now if only his partner could understand the same thing. That he was cared for. Jeeze.

"...I wasn't trying to get anywhere," Eden shifted, looking slightly irked by the comment. Maybe he was biased. And yeah, if Judas had started to weep with happiness and threw himself into his Fighter's arms, that would have been a-okay with him. But that's not why he said what he said! "Just trying to make you feel nice, plus, I meant it, really!" hopefully the pinkette would believe him this time instead of brushing it off in denial. It was hard being his partner sometimes.

Following him to the bed, he took a seat beside Judas and scooted close, pressing their shoulders together so not to lose contact for too long. "I feel fine today," he replied honestly. The morning had started off with a few coughing fits, but otherwise, healthy as a race horse. "But thank you for asking.. what about you? Anything special happen?"

[Judas Frost]

Inner purity? What was that even? There was nothing pure about him - his inner self was a corrupt, despicable creature. Pure! Such a word shouldn't have been used with him. A shiver racked itself down his spine but Judas tried his best to not let it show, letting his gaze drift off to the side as he contemplated just what made up his insides, even. Cells, tissue, organs, organ systems, but in a metaphorical sense? He imagined he was made up of blood and bone - blood gone bad and bone barely able to support the caricature it formed. How depressing.

His eyes shifted to look at Eden again. Small, frail - that first time he'd seen Eden naked, he had looked... delicate? His hips were sharp and their name was plastered on the right, stretching itself onto the jutting hip bone. "You're always so sweet," he replied quietly. He was decent looking enough (better with the make up on, with his hair done, with his eyelashes dressed in mascara), that much he could accept - it was just what was on the inside that really bothered him. The inside was all flawed, all wrong.

He let himself lean back against Eden, hand moving up to pull his hair free. Pink tumbled down, spilling over his shoulders and against the bed sheets and over Eden's own body. "That's good. I hate it when you don't feel well," Judas replied, running his fingers through his locks, working out the various kinks that had formed. "Nothing special happened. I don't think anything special really happens. I just went through my day like always. I have homework. Do you want to help?"

He pushed the book across his lap to share with Eden, drawing his legs up so he sat cross legged. It was the book he was suppose to be reading and under it was his math book, homework gingerly tucked inside so as to not bend nor crinkle. "Don't you have homework?"