Haven't Had Enough (Dorian)

[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! Alex Blake It was dusk, and the sun was slowly begining to sink below the treetops, painting the sky with the colors of fire. It was later in the year, so the days were beginning to get darker sooner, so it was still much easrlier than the illusion let on. It wasn't missing curfew that had Alex's chest in knots though. Today he'd found a white envelope slipped beneath the door of his dorm room. He had known what itmeant the moment he had seen it, and at once his breath caught in his throat. They found him...' He knew insintcively that his partner was a boy, like him, but that was where it ended. For a moment he did nothing, but then, after a moment of chewing on his bottom lip, he picked it up and briskly opened it. It had said that a meeting had been arranged for him in front of the Fountain at dusk, and so now here he was, sitting on a bench alone. His silky hair fell in strands around his face, and as the minutes ticked by he found himself growing both impatiant and self-concious - what if they were no good for each other? Alex had spent a lifetime as a punching bag, but he'd always fought back, even when he couldn't win. Passionate, angry, proud, impatiant- all were words pertaining to him, and he was sure jealousy would become one of them. It was why he got into so many fights in the first place. It was just a pity he had to meet his Sacrifice today, when just hours ago he'd been pushed into the boys bathroom by three older students. He'd brought two of them down before running, but his right ribcage was a spectacle of purple and blue bruises, and his bottom lip had a slice running down the middle of it. He could lie though- he'd become good at it, and so there was no need to reveal that he had a problem with bullying- after all, it wasn't his fault people (who were more like annoyances), were insistant on poking fun at his slightly too big ears and tail. He often overlooked when people commented on his strong but somewhat feminine body, and he could even ignore the taunts about is love of tucking himself away to read, but he'd be damned if anyone was going to poke fun at his ears. With a sigh helet his golden eyes fall on the statue in the fountain. The figures set in stone were teamates, their expressions so determined and focused he could not help but think their bonds were unbreakable. Would his own be tis way, or just another tadgedy waiting to appen. Even before his mom died his life had been dull and foggy, and he'd spent most of his time alone. It wasn't as if he were depressed and hiding- he just found that he didnt get on with others as one should, and so when he'd been told of the academy and what he was, who he could me, well, he was curious. All his life it had seamed as if he's ben waiting for something, or more specifically, someone. Now he would finally know just who that person was. Temperless...

[Dorian Maietta]

i love you, babe

that's what you said, yes? no?

[atrb=border,0][atrb=style,width: 400px; padding: 0 0 0 0 ;] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] [style=border-top: 5px solid #f0bc93; background-color: #d5fdf4; overflow: auto; width: 365px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; color: #222222; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;border-bottom: 5px solid #f0bc93;]Even as his eyes had scanned over the slip of paper he'd found in his room, his heart hadn't leapt. He hadn't gasped, or jumped for joy, or even widened his eyes in some small inkling of shock. The dark haired youth had simply stared at it with the same calculated stare as he did everything else. His fighter had been found? Well, what was he supposed to think about that? He hadn't been looking for them, but he'd always simply assumed that they were there, somewhere. He knew they existed, so why would he be surprised to have this pointed out for him? He wasn't, of course. His hair fell loosely around his back, as he'd had no time to fix it up. The note had sat on his desk, ignored while he busied himself with flipping through a sketchbook he'd found in the hall. By the time he'd read it, there was hardly any time to spare. Clumsily readjusting his glasses, his breath came in shallow pants as he ran. Damn his own sense of direction? Where the hell was the fountain again? Fuck, why couldn't he ever remember crap like this? Every now and then, a tanned hand would reach up to tug the top hem of his blue, off the shoulder sweater, paranoid that it was slipping. It wasn't, mind you, but this was what he got for wearing things like this. The further he went, the more his agitated brain seemed to try to make up for his previous lack of curiosity. Now... He almost wanted to know. Wanted to know what this person would be like. What did they look like? How tall were they? What if they turned out to be a total jackass? But only almost, you see. If he was required to stick with this person until one of them died, then he might as well hope for the best. This would be... Different, though. In a nice way, maybe? He was used to people paying attention to him. Especially when he refused to let them ignore him. His fighter, whoever it was, wouldn't be any different. Would they? What if he couldn't keep their attention? What if they didn't like him? What if they rejected their status as a unit? What if, what if, what if. Negative ideas like that always gave him a headache, hence why he loved ignoring them so much. No, it didn't matter. Fighters belonged to their sacrifices, right? So they weren't allowed to simply pass him by. His footsteps slowed when the fountain came into view, before stopping altogether. On the bench. Was that them? The boy was... Just slightly smaller than himself. His ears were bigger than most, but at least he still had them. Their eyes were... Pretty. Almost the same color as Dorian's own. And they shared his name. 'Temperless'. Not waiting to be addressed, he moved towards his apparent other half in brisk, determined steps. It had only been a few seconds, and he'd already found something that he had decided he needed to tend to immediately. Reaching forward place both hands on either side of his fighter's face, and tilt it up towards himself, Dorian leaned in close with hazel eyes narrowed. Personal space did not exist. "What'd you do to your lip?" Yes... It was indeed that important. [/style]

[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! Alex Blake Where was he? The slightest hue of pink was crossing his cheeks as his impatiance began to grow into aggitation. He had been waiting since the day he was told of his purpose to meet this kid, to maybe belong to something, and now he wasn't even going to make an effort to show? Was he that unimportant already? He was so caught up in his slowly pending anger that he didn't notice the aproach of a boy his age until he was baring down on him. With determined steps he marched right into Alex's space, his confidence overwhelming, and placed a hand on each cheek to tilt his head up for inspection. The look on Alex's face might have been considered comical, for the second their skin touched, his face flushed crimson. After a momentary wide eyed stare at the soft featured face just inches from his own, his bright golden eyes dropped away from his partners, and his soft ears fell back to hide in his hair. "What'd you do to your lip?" "I cut it." The answer he gave him was simple and perhaps, to some, defiant in the way he was only answering half the question- pointing out the obvious. It made him want to kick himself- he, who was so versed in lying and getting away with it, could only come up with that? Somehow he did not think his Sacrifice would be pleased. Out of habbit he wanted to run is tongue over the small cut, but with their faces so close he didn't dare.This was him, he could feel it in the way his heart pounded. Temperless was whole. "I've been told I'm clumsy..." he muttered softly, eyes momentarily hardening- he had never been told in such a pleasent way however. Most time it had come from his father, who would curse him for tripping over the liquer bottles, or bumping into one of the huge piles of uncleaned laundary (usually from tripping over one of before mentioned bottles), before a fist-fight broke out. Alex was a fighter in more than one way, but the way he was used to would have him out on his ass in a heartbeat if he was ever caught. Today was the first time he'd ever not finished what they had started, but the bathroom was too public a place for a fight, and he just couldn't get expelled before at least meeting him. Not knowing what to do he remained deathly still, his golden eyes never lingering on the narrowed hazel ones above- it wasn't his right to do so, was it? He hadn't known anything about his capabilities or the Acedemy until a few weeks ago, but he wouldn't forget what they'd called him; A servant to your Master. You possess an ability to manipulate the world around you, someting mundane humans might call 'magic'. Your powers, however, are not your own... And now, looking up at this guy he'd never met before, Alex knew just whose powers they were; his.

[Dorian Maietta]

i love you, babe

that's what you said, yes? no?

[atrb=border,0][atrb=style,width: 400px; padding: 0 0 0 0 ;] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] [style=border-top: 5px solid #f0bc93; background-color: #d5fdf4; overflow: auto; width: 365px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; color: #222222; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;border-bottom: 5px solid #f0bc93;]“Mhmm…” was the only reply he gave to the answer he’d received. Somehow, he doubted that what he’d just been told was all there was to it, he could pry later. His eyes softened a bit, though still intent on that cut. Gingerly brushing his thumb over the mark, hazel eyes drifted up to lock with gold, his lips even twitching at the corners in his usual lazy smile. “Be more careful, then. Hm?” It was almost a purr, soft and sly. Were they really all that clumsy? Well then, he couldn’t have his fighter running around and getting themselves all damaged, could he? It’s not like he didn’t have the time to keep a close eye on him, anyways. Carefully retracting his hands, Dorian made to nudge the other male over a bit, taking a seat on the bench beside him. He’d blushed just then, hadn’t he? Hn, that was cute. Did that mean that he would be easy to tease? Oh, that already sounded like too much fun. As before, there was no such thing as personal space. Already, his curiosity had Dorian’s hands reaching to pluck lightly at the tips of his current company’s cat ears. Soft and fuzzy, as expected. He’d always had an odd little habit of toying with other people’s ‘ears’, for whatever reason. More often than not, his wandering hands were simply batted away which wasn’t at all surprising. Seeing how most people seemed to follow this silly ‘hands-to-yourself’ kind of mindset, when meeting someone new. Pish, how stupid. He would do as he pleased, of course. Letting his hands fall into his own lap, the sacrifice cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head to better regard his new fighter. “So you’re my ‘other half’, hm?” The skepticism that colored his tone wasn’t intentional, you see. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t really buy into the whole ‘fate’ thing that was so frequently shoved down his throat by the academy. If people really were creatures of free will, then he couldn’t think of a single reason why any one person would be forever glued to just one other person, just because their ‘names’ said that they should be. He needed to be convinced. Wanted to be convinced. It was like a request that would never be voiced, for the sake of his pride. ‘Make me think I need you’ was not something his ego would allow to slip past his lips. Hell, Dorian would sooner bite off his silver tongue, than say something like that. Ugh, how sappy. Really, he’d always been completely ready to brush aside whoever his fighter turned out to be, if they failed to rouse his interest. So far… Well, as of now, it was still far too early to judge. Ah, but he was being rude, wasn’t he? Names, names. “I’m Dorian. Don’t shorten it, or I’ll be mad, mmkay?” Extending a hand and flashing an almost flirtatious smile, he waited, staring up expectantly at his fighter. He hadn’t been kidding, of course. His name simply couldn’t be shortened into anything he didn’t hate. The last time anyone had dared to call him Dori, they’d taken a hardcover book to the face. No exceptions, regardless of who the person was. But, until such unforgiveable crimes were committed, he could at least pretend to be ‘nice’. To this person, at the very least. “Ah, hey. By the by~, your ears are cute.” Oh, what? He’d almost giggled as he’d said it, how lame. [/style]

[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! Alex Blake “Mhmm…” It was a thoughtful sound, and Alex wasn't quite sure what to make of it. A moment later the boys thumb was brushing over his lip, inspecting it by touch rather than sight before catching his eye.“Be more careful, then. Hm?” the silken voice was softer on his ears than anything he'd ever cared to listen to before, and before Alex had even recovered from the initial shock of being touched the stranger was nudging him over and taking the seat next to him. The jostling irritated his sore ribs but Alex obliged, and curtly slid over, making room for the long haired youth to sit beside him. "Fine..." what else could he say? He was just glad he wasn't prying farther, and would be sure not to let himself get hit anymore- not where his Sacrifice could see the marks anyways. Again with the touching. This time fingertips carressed his ears, and Alex had to fight the urge to pin them against his skull. He was getting ready for it- the crude comments always came upon noticing his ears- but there was only more silence. His head was spinning now, his chest tightening as he'd tried to sort himself out. He hadn't let anyone lay hands on him in years, not without a fight breaking out, but this was a far cry from how he was normally touched. No cuts or bruises could be left in the wake of hands acting with gentle intentions, but this was not something he was used to- it was both uncomfortable and comforting. “So you’re my ‘other half’, hm?” he asked as he brought his hands back to his lap." That's what they say.." It was his first full, coherant sentance, and he was determined to pull himself together. His Sacrifice didn't seam to enthusiastic about him. For a brief moment he thought back to Gage and Astrid, the only two he had bothered to get to know on campus.Gage had found him just after his run in with the jerks who'd busted his lip, and the two had gotten along rather well to Alex's surprise. When he'd seen him later on with his Sacrifice, it had seamed as if the two had always known one another. They were all sighs and smiles, completely at ease in each others compan, and they hadn't even known one another a month. Alex didn't feel like that at all. He was nervous, self concious, flushed and above all, confused. The only thing he had to go on was that he was no longer his own being, and that wouldn't bother him as long as he felt needed, but to experience that kind of devotion so soon as Astrid and Gage had might just leave him even more of a mess. "Look, I know I'm your Fighter but i'm still new at this. This whole bond thing seams to come naturally to everybody else but I..." He glared at his the Fountain, his brows furrowed adorably in frustrated thought as he tried to think of how he was going to word what he had to say. " Just...Tell me if I do something wrong, kay?" he asked as he met hazel eyes with gold. “I’m Dorian. Don’t shorten it, or I’ll be mad, mmkay?” It was strange how he could given a threat in such an innocent disguise, but Alex nodded in understanding beforing taking his hand in formal greeting, his cheeks flushing a pale pink when he noticed the eyes and flirtacious smile that were directed at him. "Alex." he replied with a quick smile. “Ah, hey. By the by~, your ears are cute.” Cute. Not huge, not weird, not unnatural, just...Cute. He found himself fingering the pendant on his neck, something he only did on very rare occasion, when he was secretly pleased with himself. "How long have you been at the Acedamy?"

[Dorian Maietta]

i love you, babe

that's what you said, yes? no?

[atrb=border,0][atrb=style,width: 400px; padding: 0 0 0 0 ;] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] [style=border-top: 5px solid #f0bc93; background-color: #d5fdf4; overflow: auto; width: 365px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; color: #222222; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;border-bottom: 5px solid #f0bc93;] Hrm. Was he shy, or simply quiet by nature? Whatever it might have been, one word answers had always irritated him to no end. Still, just this once, he would let that slide. Just this once. Dorian had already decided. For the time being, this person would think that he was soft, and sweet, and ‘nice’. His fighter would never see him lose his temper, or scream like a banshee out of sheer rage. They wouldn’t get to see his nasty little jealous streak. And they especially wouldn’t see what a miserable little ball of vomit he turned into, every time he started going through withdrawal. No, they wouldn’t see any of that. Since this person apparently belonged to him, anyways, he would be certain to take every measure he could to make his fighter outright worship him. He wouldn’t let them look at anyone else. “Psh. ’Fine’ is right. I won’t be happy if you’re hurt, of course.” Of course. Oh? Did he not like his ears being touched, either? Dorian’s hands hadn’t been swatted away, so it couldn’t have been all as awful as his body language made it seem. Hehe. His reactions were so honest that he had to wonder if the boy was aware of how much he let on, even without speaking. It was such a far cry from the ever dishonest sacrifice. As a matter of fact, he took great pride in his little ‘acting’ skills. Anyone and everyone could be honest, but it took a bit of skill to be a really good liar. Now, the silly little brattling that was Dorian Maietta wasn’t half as amazing as he thought he was, but no one had taken the effort to tell him otherwise. Delusions were such happy things to dwell in, you see. So much nicer than the reality of most matters. “But you…?” The long haired sacrifice leaned in closer, tilting at the waist to try and force the other to look him straight in the eye. It wasn’t difficult, since bright eyes quickly locked with his own. Ah, but that frustrated face was cute, too. “Hehe, that ‘but’ implies… That it doesn’t come naturally to you?” For just a moment, his lips twitched into a fake pout, staring back at his fighter wide, sorrowful eyes and a tilt of his brow that suggested he might have been hurt by the implication that he was having a hard time ‘bonding’. But his expression quickly cleared, and his laughter rang out loud and clear. “Nothing comes ‘naturally’, except breathing and dyeing So you have nothing to worry about. And…” Lazy hazel eyes wandered skyward as if in thought, as he let his words hang for a moment. Something wrong, mh? “I’ll be sure to tell you if you do something I don’t like.” It wasn’t exactly what he had said, but it should have been enough. The underlying meaning had been well covered, hadn’t it? I don’t tolerate mistakes. “Alex?” The name was parroted in a careful tone, testing the way it tasted when he said it. “Pretty.” For some odd reason that probably wouldn’t have made sense to anyone outside of himself, this amused him. Oh, oh? And he’d even managed to make his fighter blush again. Really now, how unexpected. Though he had no real reason to, he’d always expected most fighter units to be… Quite a bit more volatile than their sacrifices. Yet, so far, his seemed to have the demeanor of a kitten. Cute as it may had been, he had to wonder what that might have meant about their skills as a fighter unit. Nothing bad, hopefully. The small bell that hung from a ring on one of his own cat ears chimed softly as they twitched in response to the sound of Alex’s voice. “Hm? Oh… Not that long. I’m afraid I’m still just a lowly sophomore. Not old enough to be experienced, and not new enough to be ‘fresh’. You must be horribly disappointed.” Tilting his face away dramatically, as if in shame, he couldn’t keep the quiet little laugh in his throat. Not that his obviously teasing tone hadn’t made it clear that he’d been joking, already. Grinning wide, his attention returned to his companion. “What about you, mh? What year are you? Tell me lots of things.” It sounded silly and childish, but that was simply his way of saying ‘tell me stuff about you’. Curiosity and pride kept odd company. [/style]

[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! Alex Blake “Psh. ’Fine’ is right. I won’t be happy if you’re hurt, of course.” Why? is what Alex wanted to ask. Was he afraid of having his fighter look like he'd taken to brunt of their battles because of bonding issues, or was he the type that just didn't like to have their possesions damaged so they could parade them about like a prize? He doubted it was the latter- Alex wasn't anything special- but he just had a hard time beleiving that Dorian could be truly concerned about his well being. He was technically a total stranger after all, but it didn't stop Alex from feuding with hmself about it. The part of him that was Temperless wanted to obey, wanted his Sacrifices approval and happiness. The part of him that was just Alex though was furious- he didn't wante the gentle touches, the strange glances, and above all to follow orders. Thus he acted withdrawn, for neither Fighter nor Personality wished to yield. He was in Alex's vision again, bending so that he had no choice but to look at him. So, it was no use averting his gaze huh? Raising his head so that Dorian no longer had to twist himself, the faded brown haired boy watched his lips as they began to form new words.“Hehe, that ‘but’ implies… That it doesn’t come naturally to you?” Alex had been about to deny this when he suddenl stopped himself. It didn't come naturally to him, so why should he lie just to make him wipe the pout from his lips? “Nothing comes ‘naturally’, except breathing and dyeing So you have nothing to worry about. And I’ll be sure to tell you if you do something I don’t like.” The last sentance enthralled the Fighter and engraged the Personality, for there was no ignoring the absolute warning in them- there will be consequences... Alex wasn't intimtaded- he'd been recieving the ass end of things his whole life, why should things be any different now? Dorian then went on to test his name, something Alex had not done with his own, before commenting on it."What's so pretty about it? Its just a name." Instead of mock there was true curiosity in the boys words, and he raised a brow in question to emphasize his inquiry. “Hm? Oh… Not that long. I’m afraid I’m still just a lowly sophomore. Not old enough to be experienced, and not new enough to be ‘fresh’. You must be horribly disappointed. hat about you, mh? What year are you? Tell me lots of things.” I transfered here at the beginning of September for grade 10 to start the new semester." He said after a moment of thought- he wasn't good at recalling dates and times from memory, more than likely from smoking pot (or at least thats what everyone told him). "Lets see- 'things about me'" he said with a soft smirk, a toughtful look on his face as he echoed his Sacrifices words. "I like to read." he said with a hint of satisfaction. He was proud that he had both the attetention span and imagination to indulge himself in novels and series. His teachers would often say they had never seen anyone read as much as he did, and though it was a good thing, his grades suffered at times because of the distraction.Still, he was one of the more brighter students because of it I'm not a big fan of numbers. I's not so much the calculating, but just the concept of math in general I guess. It's not really something I can explain." he said with a soft laugh before relaxing against the back of the bench, letting his stiffness fall away for the time being."And I like to fight." he added rather hastily, a sort off dreamy look taking his eyes as they misted over. He was still new at battling with words, and it was at time difficult for him because he would rather hit them. It was a strange thought really. It wasn't about feeling pain, it was more to do with the adrenniline rush he got in the midst of it. He wasn't sure he would get that in a Spell Battle, not when his Sacrifice would be taking the hits for him. In a sick way he was almost jealous."I was raised by my dad after my mom died- my lifes always seamed kind of dull, like im in a fog. It's better here though, the change gives me something to do, you know?" Once again the boy didnt feel as if he were explaining things well, but he tried. "So- what do I get to learn about you?" he asked before turning so that he was sitting cross legged on the bench facing his Sacrifice. His fingers found his way to his yellow shoe-laces to toy with them while he awaited an answer.

[Dorian Maietta]

i love you, babe

that's what you said, yes? no?

[atrb=border,0][atrb=style,width: 400px; padding: 0 0 0 0 ;] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] [style=border-top: 5px solid #f0bc93; background-color: #d5fdf4; overflow: auto; width: 365px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; color: #222222; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;border-bottom: 5px solid #f0bc93;] He was still waiting. Waiting to see if this kitten as anything more than just that. Yes, he could catch glimmers of something fiercer every now and then, if he squinted. But he wanted to see more of that. Bad tempered people were more his type, see. Passion. C’mon, where was it? For just a moment, Dorian could have sworn he’d seen a flicker of defiance in response to what he’d said. Good. Now if only that spark would ignite. The bratty sacrifice’s antagonistic nature was getting bored without some kind of intense response to keep his interest piqued. Anger, embarrassment, anything would be nice, really. “Mh? You don’t think names are pretty? E~ven mine?” There was that teasing lilt in his voice, again. It wasn’t his fault. Semi-flirtatious banter was simply his most common way of speaking. Wasn’t it a wonder that he still had his ears at all? “Heh… I like the way ‘X’s sound, is all.” The boy had an odd thing for sounds and voices. It had always seemed as though he’d been more attracted to nice things that he could hear. Voices, certain letters, or whatever random sound happened to paw at his fickle tastes. His fighter’s voice, for example, sounded nice, so far. But most voices sounded better when they were yelling, or… Making other ‘questionable’ sounds. The term Dorian had made up for his odd attraction was ‘audio-slut’, to be precise. Screw your looks, to hell with your personality. How do you sound? That was what really mattered. Quiet and polite, he simply listened. Sophomore, likes books, apparently bad with math, and possibly violent after all. Everything was turned over and inspected in his mind, carefully filed away as to not be forgotten. He wanted to know everything there was to know. Didn’t want anyone to know his fighter better than he did. Mine, mine, mine, was always the recurring train of thought in his greedy little head. Damn near impossible to tolerate as a date, and hell to be friends with, the Italian was possessive beyond his own right. People he knew were his, people he liked were absolutely off limits, and he was more than willing to go out of his make that clear to anyone who might question it. If he really wanted to, he could hold his own in a fight when he felt so inclined to start one. His own habits aside, he half weather of not Alex had meant fighting as the fighter he was, or more physical conflicts. It didn’t exactly prod at his interest to hear about the other’s family, but it still felt like something important that he should at least try to remember. “Foggy? Hrm… You should get out and do more, then…. Ah! I like crowded places, so take me out somewhere!” It was in no way meant as an offer for a date, but his face still lit up with a kind of glee that was usually only seen on very small children. He really hadn’t been out anywhere in awhile, and the idea of being able to drag Alex around to all the places he liked had him absolutely delighted. It was the simple things that pleased him the most, of course. And then his request for information was turned back on himself. So, he wanted to know, too? Alright, consider it story time. Shifting around to copy Alex’s position, he tapped an index finger to his bottom lip. “I… I like sweets, and wandering around in busy places…” Finding new, strangely flavored sweets, wandering through crowded malls. Typical crap like that. “I like biology… Dissections, especially. “ Innards, skeletal structures, disassembling something that used to be alive. Even the very idea of it was exciting, wasn’t it? And that nice, soft tearing sound when scalpel met skin… Hehehe. “And I have no idea who my papa was. Before I came here, I’d lived with my aunt since I was very small.” Readjusting his glasses, he chuckled softly, as though his own words had been somehow amusing. “Mama was a prostitute, y’see. So I can’t imagine it would have been the best for me to stay with her.” His casual shrug and dismissive wave of his hand was meant to make the topic seem as insignificant as he had always felt it was. It wasn’t like he had any real reason to think otherwise. “Hey, if you have a phone on you, lemme see it real quick… And~ are you in your dorm by yourself, or do you have a roomie?” [/style]

[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! “Mh? You don’t think names are pretty? E~ven mine?” Again with the voice. He could feel the heat on his cheeks, but he refused to give in to this embarressment. God, why did he have to put that tone in his voice? "Well I mean, I guess I've never thought about it really..." he said, raising an arm to scratch behind one of his ears in an innocent but quizzical manner.It is nice." he said finally. “Heh… I like the way ‘X’s sound, is all.” As Alex continued to tell him about his past, he suddenly jumped in, face alight with excitement. “Foggy? Hrm… You should get out and do more, then…. Ah! I like crowded places, so take me out somewhere!” His eyes widened for a moment, but the golden eyed boy recovered quickly."Um, alright, sure." he took a moment to consider just where they could go- he was still getting to know the place after all. "What about the boardwalk in town? It's got a lot of shops running along it so it's usually pretty busy." of course, with the sun going down it was likely everything would be closing up soon, and the trip into town might not be worth it at this time of night."How about tomorrow, after school?" He then went on to tell Alex about himself, about all the things that made them different. He loved sweets, Alex wasn't crazy for tem. He like to disect animals, Alex liked to tend to them while living. The only similarity tey seamed to have was a lack of parents, but all te same, Alex doubted that Dorian was made to live like he had.“Hey, if you have a phone on you, lemme see it real quick… And~ are you in your dorm by yourself, or do you have a roomie?” It was a sudden request, but Alex obliged by digging into the poket of his pants to pull out a navy blue flip phone. "No, I'm pretty sure the office forgot about it. The secretary said something about finding me one but that was like a week ago so I'm not holding my breath." he said with a soft chuckle. OOC- sorry it sucks i have to go...

[Dorian Maietta]

i love you, babe

that's what you said, yes? no?

[atrb=border,0][atrb=style,width: 400px; padding: 0 0 0 0 ;] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] [style=border-top: 5px solid #f0bc93; background-color: #d5fdf4; overflow: auto; width: 365px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; color: #222222; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;border-bottom: 5px solid #f0bc93;] So he did like it, then? Dorian hadn’t actually been expecting any sort of real response to his teasing. His approval was obvious on his face, faint pink dusting over his cheeks and all. He’d never liked his own name. It had always sounded… Just plain bad, really. But it was still nice to hear other people tell him otherwise. Not that his ego needed the boost. But…Oh. Oh? He was agreeing to it? Dorian made a conscious effort not to show it, but he was excited, really. Already his mind was buzzing. Trying to think of everything he wanted to do, all at once. “Sure, sure! That sounds great.” Glee made his voice all bubbly and girly. Ew, he didn’t care for the way his own voice had sounded, just then. Despite the way he looked and liked to dress, he didn’t like thinking of himself as being predominantly feminine. Rather, he would say that he was… ‘Androgynous’, or something like that. Whatever, it sounded better than just saying that he looked girly. Eager fingers took the phone once it was offered, already busy picking through it for the contacts list. “Ah, forgot about you? Tch, they must be slacking. But lucky you~, getting it all to yourself.” Adding his own name and number to Alex’s list, he handed his phone back with a grin. It wouldn’t be too much for him to expect his fighter to use that number, now would it? He’d better, at least. “Well, if it’s just you, then I’m ‘staying over’ for tonight, mmkay?” It was a statement, not a question, because he wasn’t expecting him to say ‘no’. Regardless of the fact that he’d have to leave his pills and everything back in his own room, he didn’t have a roomie either, and spending all night talking to yourself was never all that interesting. The conversations were alright, but the debates always got strange, after awhile. “I’m tired of sitting around by myself, anyways.” [ooc || oh, don’t worry. I understand. c: ] [/style]

[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! Alex Blake “Sure, sure! That sounds great.” The excitement in Dorians voice cast a smile onto Alex's lips. He was nervous, and though Dorian was hard to read he felt as if his Sacrifice was at least trying to get to know him, to befriend him, so it wasn't too much to ask that he returned the favor, no? "Perfect- I was down there once right after registration but I didn't have time to actually look around. Have you been down there yet?" his head tilted ever so slightly to the side, a small, crooked grin on his face. This was the look he got when something truly had all of his attention, a look normally reserved for books and Anna. His soft ears twitched as he listened to the keys on the phone beep out a tune as Dorian punched the numbers into it. He didn't have a ton of contacts, maybe five or six at most."Cool, so I have your number...Do you, want mine?" he asked, the slightest bit of hesitation in his voice. It was a perfectly good question given the situation, but still, it felt a little, what? Intrusive? Weird? Embarresing? He didn't know which word to use for it, but he had a feeling any of the above would have worked. “Ah, forgot about you? Tch, they must be slacking. But lucky you~, getting it all to yourself.”/ "Yeah it's not bad- I like the quiet, but since there's basically a whole other room inside of mine it feels a little empty sometimes." It was strange how it bothered him so much at times. Alex was used to having his own room and being on his own, but some times just looking at how bare the other side of the room was was troubling.“Well, if it’s just you, then I’m ‘staying over’ for tonight, mmkay?” I'm tired of sitting around by myself anyways." A look of surprise passed over his features briefly, but it was soon replaced by a smile."Whatever you say Dorian," he said with a chuckle. "Just no disescting my things okay?" Though the words were spoken in a friendly manner, the sharpness in his eyes was a strong warning- he would not break on that rule. Alex had his 'secret pets', and nobody would take them from him.

[Dorian Maietta]

i love you, babe

that's what you said, yes? no?

[atrb=border,0][atrb=style,width: 400px; padding: 0 0 0 0 ;] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] [style=border-top: 5px solid #f0bc93; background-color: #d5fdf4; overflow: auto; width: 365px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; color: #222222; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;border-bottom: 5px solid #f0bc93;] O-Oh… That grin had been somehow, incredibly unexpected. For just a moment, Dorian’s face flushed pink, which had him quickly tilting his head away to try and hide it. Of course, he would deny the fact that he’d blushed at all for as long as he lived. “Ah… Just a few times… To see what all was there, and everything. I’ve never really stopped to actually do anything there, though.” Deeming it safe to turn his eyes back to Alex, he flashed him another delighted smile. So far, he’d decided, he liked his fighters expressions. A few soft little giggles bubbled up from his throat, as he reached to ruffle Alex’s hair with both hands. “I’ll be going with you, so it’ll be fun, of course.” Was he teasing? It was hard to tell, this time. “Mh? Of course I do.” Digging to pull his little touch-screen phone out of the pocket of his own skin tight jeans, he offered it to Alex as the other had done for him. “So I can bother you all the time.” There was that teasing tone, again, and he even stuck out his tongue like a kindergartener to add to it. Not that he hadn’t been serious, you know. He had every intention to put that number to use. It would be a storm of texts and random little voicemails to tell him about some kind of amazing candy he’d found, or something like that. It would be fun, anyways, and it would give him something to do whenever he lazed about in the middle of the floor in his own semi-empty dorm room. Like drunk dialing, only different. It went without saying that he was pleased to hear that his ‘other’ wasn’t completely content with his solitary, either. It would make it all the easier for him to get his way, right? Tch, of course it would. And then he was smiling again. Dammit, why’d he have to make faces like that? It was almost cute, and it kept throwing him off. Still, Dorian had very much liked hearing that ‘whatever you say’. For just a second, his own eyes narrowed when met with the sharp stare of his fighter. He’d never responded well to threats, or warnings, or any type of ‘order’, really. Had he been talking to any other person at any other time, it would have been enough to prompt a verbal lashing. But instead, his features simply softened, and he smiled as sweetly as ever. “Mean~! Really, it’s like you don’t think I can behave at all. I’ll be good, so don’t worry.” He didn’t get up, just yet, but one hand reached to lightly tug at the bottom hem of Alex’s shirt. “So show me where you’re staying~. It’s… Dark-ish, anyways, right?” Not that he was in a hurry. Oh, heavens, why would anyone ever think that? [/style]

[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! Alex Blake Dorian was so sure that tomorrows little venture would go well that he was making Alex a little unsure of himself. Now tomorrow had a set of standards, and he'd have to do his best to meet his Sacrifices expectations. Aside from his little escapade behind the girls dorm with Gage and Astrid, Alex had done absolutely nothing in the way of socializing, so tomorrow would be exhillerating and nerve racking. He was then passed a touch screen phone which he quickly navigated, and entered his number.It seemed that Dorian was intent on making sure his phone would be blowing up- or so it seamed. "There." he said as he passed the phone back, only to be met with a narrowed glare. His shoulders tensed, but he refused to look away.“Mean~ Really, it’s like you don’t think I can behave at all. I’ll be good, so don’t worry.” Alex's own features softened as Dorians did, and he found himself relaxing."Don't worry- we can always break into the biology lab if you get bored." The grin of a deviant took his lips as he said this, but it was quickly replaced by another look of uncertainty as his Sacrifices hand tugged almost childishly at the bottom of his shirt. So show me where you’re staying~. It’s… Dark-ish, anyways, right?” Suddenly the long tailed boy became acutely aware that even though he wouldn't be spending the night in emptiness, he would be spending it with a stranger. With his tail on his lap he spent a moment consider before sighing inwardly at himself- what was the worse that could happen? Right, come on I'll show you." he said before hopping off the bench and stretching. "Do you need to grab anything from your dorm first?"

[Dorian Maietta]

i love you, babe

that's what you said, yes? no?

[atrb=border,0][atrb=style,width: 400px; padding: 0 0 0 0 ;] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] [style=border-top: 5px solid #f0bc93; background-color: #d5fdf4; overflow: auto; width: 365px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; color: #222222; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;border-bottom: 5px solid #f0bc93;] The moment his phone was back in his hands, he was already searching through it to get a quick look at the new number in it. Smiling to himself, he tucked it away and fixed his attention back on his fighter. Damn, damn damn. All those little grins and smiles were distracting, wasn’t he aware of that? “Don’t grin at me like tha~t!” It had been more of a teasing little squeal than anything, really. And if he’d realized that just how his voice had sounded, Dorian would have been embarrassed by it. Lucky for him, he didn’t notice. As if to emphasize his words, he’d reached with both hands to cover Alex’s mouth with his fingertips. “And as appealing as that sounds, I think I’ll manage. Just keep me entertained, mh?” His own sly smirk graced his lips and his thick-furred tail swished to show for his apparent pleasure. Just what had he meant by that, hm? Oh~, it could have been anything. Nothing off color, of course. Maybe he’d imagined it, but had his little companion seemed nervous for just a moment? Hehe… How cute. Dorian stood just moment after his fighter, shaking his bangs out of his face tilting his stiff neck until it popped. Did he need anything? The first thought that popped into his head was the cocktail of pills he was keeping in a bottle he had stowed in his dresser. But he’d decided that such things were to be a secret, right? “Ahm~… Toothbrush, and… Pajamas, unless I’m borrowing something of yours.” Dorian had been teasing with the latter bit, but it wasn’t impossible. The height difference wasn’t all that big, and the sacrifice was a willowy little thing. Still, he’d probably prefer his own things. ‘Frilly’ as they may have been considered. Honestly, he wasn’t concerned at all with the fact that he would be sleeping with someone he hadn’t known until a short while ago. What was there to be worried about? [/style]

[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! I am just going to make the new thread in the dorm ; )