Cross Academy [VampireKnight][o/a]

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Eye of Knowledge
Eye of Truth
Give this lonesome
Me
Something to behold
No matter the consequence

Dorian stood in the doorway of Yuu’s room and he glanced around. His poly-jeweled eyes flashed in the near darkness and the left corner of his mouth tugged up into a crooked smirk. He crossed his arms over his chest, his black shirt a contrast against his milky pale skin, and he tossed back his blue tress—a few locks slipped forward despite their banishment and obscured his sight. He sighed as he leaned against the doorjamb and he tilted his head over to rest his temple against the hard wood. “Purebloods possess an ability called Will Break, m’selle,” Dorian sighed, his voice light and cheery as he referred to her remark of Yuu being nice because he wanted to, “I can make a lesser vampire do as I say. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. So yes,” Dorian moved and he leaned towards Aislyn, his hands planted on the bed on either side of her. He ducked down so she met his poly-jeweled gaze and he flashed a mischievous smile, “he has to be nice to me no matter his own feelings. He can hate me, despise me, wish me dead all he wants within his own mind, but he can’t…breathe…a single word of it to my face. Nor can he hurt me, he’ll be executed.”

A sly smile curled Dorian’s mouth and he raised his right hand and he tousled Aislyn’s golden hair. “My word is law, m’selle, but you, Mon Cherie, are not bound to it because you are not one of us. So, do not fret or worry for Yuu-san,” he said quietly and he leaned down and pressed his lips to her brow. He closed his eyes for a several heart beats as he kept his mouth pressed to Aislyn’s forehead and he slipped his right hand to cup the back of her head. “And since my word is law,” Dorian whispered, his lips grazing her delicate skin, “I shall reinforce Cross Academy’s rule of not harming a human; I don’t want them subjected to such a monstrosity or perhaps the incident of one of them becoming one. I don’t think I would be able to live with myself after that…”

Dorian sighed as he allowed his tattered shirt to slip off his arms and pool at his feet on the floor. His silver belt buckle caught the moonlight streaming in from the window beside him and glinted. “So,” he said just above a whispered as he pulled away, his right hand slipped from Aislyn’s tress and her silky hair slid between his fingers. He met her eyes again and the pale moonlight lit the left side of his face and his poly-jeweled eyes blazed, “I’ll protect them, the humans. That’s what I’ll do; it will become my duty in my long extended life.” Dorian’s smile warmed and he raised his left hand and brushed the back of his fingers against Aislyn’s cheek, “And you will be at the top of my list because you Woke me up, m’selle, and I thank you for that. Merci beaucoup, from both Ya-Ya and Lael; he had always thought something was missing and you were it, the last hidden piece of our puzzle.”

Dorian bowed his head in thanks, the mannerisms of the old courts engrained into his customs, and he plucked Aislyn’s left hand from around her knees with ease. He raised her hand and he brushed his lips against the back of her fingers as he took a fluid step back. “Merci, once more, m’selle,” he said quietly, then he released her hand and he backed away into the open bathroom, stepping over the piles of books with ease as he remained bowed over.

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SPACESPACESPACESPACE

[The Ballad of a D o v e]

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- - -✩αιsℓyn ''αιfє'' Bℓαιя

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┌✩┘uияuℓy нuмαи┌✩┘

xα dαy cℓαss яσsє x

┌✩┘ Despite the calm or cheery sound to Dorian’s voice as he spoke the words. . .reveled a great threat. Watching as the Pureblood came to a stop at the door, leaning against it for a moment as he spoke Aislyn tried to wrap around the new term. ‘Will Break’. Possibly the one thing she knew would devastate her fiery friend completely. His will being broken. . .Aify didn’t even want to think about it for it was too saddening. As the figure at the door blurred, her eyes unable to keep up she wasn’t as startled as she should have been as he appeared before her. She was somewhat expecting it but it did make her body flinch at such sudden impact on the visual plane. As he leaned in, both arms at her side she leaned back a hair’s breath, staring into the deep depths of the jewels that made up Dorian’s eyes. Beautiful eyes, mesmerizing eyes. Eyes that could kill. ‘Executed,’ the word rung in her mind, a flash of fear marring the serenity in her eyes, her own will reigning back her frantic feelings at Dorian’s words. Yuu. . .wouldn’t go so far as to invoke such a punishment, or so she hoped, but a side of her knew he would if he ever turned to hate Lael. No, there was real kindness in Yuu, not the forced kind. . .so for the time maybe the red-head was safe.

Lost deep within her thoughts minutely his tousling of her hair jolted her back into the reality of Yuu’s dark bedroom. ‘I’m . .not influenced,’ she whispered as he explained, somewhat glad for that but felt that she was all the same. She was easily bending to his will all the time, against Yuu she had a little of her own power but Dorian was so. . .so. . .enchanting. She felt a draw to obey him no matter how ridiculous the situation. She’d have to start building up a resistance against him; quickly! Don’t fret. Ha! How couldn’t she fret!? Closing her eyes against the intoxication of his eyes, swallowing the gasp as his lips rested against her brow she took his words to heart despite her bitter thoughts. ‘Dorian. ..wouldn’t hurt Yuu, he wouldn’t,’ she told herself but had to wonder the reasons why? Was it because of her? Then why would Dorian be kind to Yuu because of her own influence? If she turned to hate Yuu (which would never happen) would the friendliness Dorian showed towards Yuu vanish as well? ‘Che, don’t be self center you dumb girl,’she quickly thought not even wanting to tread into that territory. Those few heartbeats of silence had given her a lot of time to think, feeling as he hand traced through her much adored tress, smiling slightly at the feeling. It was definitely her weak spot. As his lips grazed her skin Aify had to concentrate on his words but they brought a peace of mind.

‘A. . love for humanity?’ The thought muddled most of her thoughts, but she was simply glad that Dorian would reinforce the law simply because she knew her classmates would eventually land them self’s in a sticky situation with a Night Class student and because this would make it easier for her to sneak over! Such a one track mind she had. The movement of black drew her attention form Dorian’s angelic face, Aislyn watched as the tattered shirt fell from his marble-like form and disappeared into the darkness of the floor. Diverting her eyes purely out of instinct to avoid an awkward moment or maybe simply out of modesty’s sake the glint of his belt made spots dance in front of her eyes. Kind of blinding but not so much as it would have been in the sun. The moon had such a soft light to it, cold but velvety like vampire’s themselves. As he pulled back, hand slipping through her hair Aislyn looked up, a curious wonder settled on her face as his blazing poly-colored eyes enticed her. Such passion behind his words of promise. Safety for the humans, safety ultimately promised to her for what she had done. The brush of finger’s against her cheek brought a sound to her quiet voice. ‘A hidden piece. . .maybe but it could have been anyone. I suppose both Ya-ya and Lael were lucky to trip over such a weak-minded girl,’ she murmured softly, a little shy about being thanked so profusely. She has provided living blood, an act any one human could do. . .so it wasn’t that great of a feat to be earing such gratitude from a being so much greater.

As he bowed his head she blushed, feeling her hand being taken by his and the lips grazing over the near trembling fingers. He was really. . .outrageous in the actions he used but so courtly at the same time making him seem like a prince of some far off court, plucked and placed in a wrong time. A soft smile was her reply, unsure what to say really without showing her embarrassment or seeming to proud at the fact she woke him. She was happy for Lael to preside in the body of Dorian that Ya-ya had been occupying and that the two were now one and that Dorian’s true nature was unlocked. Truly happy for them but she would be lying to herself if she denied the fact she missed her name being spoken and Yiyakova’s silly nature to make her laugh. Although this new Dorian was succeeding in making that laughter reappear as he back up into the bathroom, still bowed over and perfectly making a path over Yuu’s mounds of books. Clapping mockingly at the feat, she smiled huddling back into her ball like form, and watched him for a moment before yawning. ‘Crap. . .,’ she thought vaguely as she stretch out over the bed, laying on her back as she waited for Dorian to finish and Yuu to come back. Her eyes stung a little, letting her lids fall she dozed lightly, not asleep per say but close to it. She wouldn’t sleep yet

✩✩✩ ooc ;;

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α в c d є f g н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т u v ω ௰ x y z

[Arr -- k u n]

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Eye of Knowledge
Eye of Truth
Give this lonesome
Me
Something to behold
No matter the consequence

Dorian peeked through the cracked bathroom door. Steam rose and clung to his damp skin. His gold eye watched Aislyn as she lounged across Yuu-san’s bed and a soft smile melted his gaze. His trousers were folded neatly and laid on the tiled counter in-between the two marble sinks to his right. The floor was warm under his feet and he tucked in the corner of a burgundy towel, making sure it was secure so it wouldn’t slip from his hips.

He sighed heavily and he feathered his right hand through his black tress, the water dampened his hair. He could wait until she fell asleep before he ventured out… or he could simply strut out into the dark like the sensual animal he was; there were reasons other than his sensuality that drew the eyes of young women and men. He knew wasn’t he God awful to look at, he was actually quite the contrary, he thought… but he found his nerves ran-sacked and jittery at the thought of walking out and knowing for a fact that Aislyn was stretched out on the bed. But why?! Why was he nervous? He had sauntered around in nothing but his skin in front of many a woman in Rostov… why was Aislyn so different? Was it because she had Woken Lael Edevane from the brink of his own demise? He had slumbered for centuries and he had ran the risk of vanishing… Or was it Yiyakova who hadn’t a sexual bone in his body; his mind permanently that of a 12 year old?

Dorian smoothed his hair back and he rested his right hand on the nape of his neck. He urged the bathroom door open half a step more, just enough to allow him to slip through, and he touched his feet to the cold floor outside the door. A shaft of yellow light shattered the darkness and Dorian flinched. “Ah, bollocks!” he murmured, and he sighed as he dragged his nails across his delicate skin. Red welts rose on the side of his neck and he sank his fangs into the tip of his tongue. He really hoped she hadn’t been asleep, he hadn’t wanted to wake her—even though he knew that she hadn’t been slumbering, at least, not a deep one, anyway, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to rouse her any less. “I hope I didn’t wake you, Aify,” he said as he locked his right hand over the fold of the burgundy towel, if it fell—well, he didn’t want to be marched down to the nearest police station and stamped with a record of “indecent exposure”.

He skirted around the mounds of books, glancing briefly at the titles as he past them and discovered that he had, in fact, read pretty much all of them. He stopped in front of the dresser and he smoothed his left hand over the top. He was a little frightened to wrench open the drawers for some particular reason he couldn’t fathom… though, of course, that would be a lie; he did know why he didn’t want to open the drawers and rummage around… Who knows what I would find, hidden away amongst his things!

Dorian shuddered at the thought of dirty magazines and photos he’d rather not see—preferring, actually, the real thing (though, for certain, he would never, ever in his long life admit to that thought)—and he swallowed back a grimace. “What garments are where, exactly, Aify?” Dorian said, his voice nearly cracking with embarrassment at his own thoughts.

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SPACESPACESPACESPACE

[The Ballad of a D o v e]

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- - -✩αιsℓyn ''αιfє'' Bℓαιя

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┌✩┘uияuℓy нuмαи┌✩┘

xα dαy cℓαss яσsє x

┌✩┘ Aislyn, unknowingly the cause of stress for the vampire that stood within the bathroom, dithering about his chances ad prospects of walking out in only a towel, was still soundly dozing, stretched lazily like a cat on Yuu’s bed. She could have laid there forever, enjoying the silk like sheets, the deep impression of softness that supported her frame like a cloud (minus the cold wetness) and could quite possibly just fall asleep and forget her friends. She wanted to spend so much time with them, every moment of her existence wanted to be devoted to them but sleep was a powerful thing that other then Yuu, now Dorian and food was her favorite thing in the world. Well . . it probably topped food too. She did love to sleep.

Yet she had fallen in such a way that the muted light from the bathroom did not bother her till now, the door being shoved open a fraction and allowed a shaft of the golden light to fall across the blackness. Just brushing her cheek. Now generally Aify was a heavy sleeper, nothing could wake the girl once she was asleep but in her dozing state, eyes merely closed to keep from going bloodshot the light was a wake up call that most of her didn’t want to take. Her eyes fluttered open, half lidded she glanced towards the bathroom seeing the silhouette of Dorian’s form outlined against the bright light, a halo affect that blinded her from any details of his body. Which was probably a good thing because he hadn’t taken cloths from Yuu’s dresser yet. Sitting up as she heard him speak to her, a little glimmer of joy brought a smile to her lips by hearing her name finally spoken. Not that she minded M’selle or anything but it sounded far to formal for her liking. Still drowsy and a little stiff now she shook her groggy head. ‘Nah,’ she yawned defeating her purpose of brushing his worry of waking her off. ‘I was awake,’ she partially lied. Well she had been awake. ..not completely but enough. . .so it really wasn’t a lie.

Watching him walk, now blanketed in the dim darkness she realized indeed that he was only in a towel, which though it made a blush come to her cheeks simply because it was Dorian, she was use to seeing males prancing about in even less then towels. ‘Oh god. . stop thinking about it,’ she thought sighing to herself and rubbed her face with her palms, hopping to make the blush and sleepiness clinging to her mind disappear with the friction of her hands. Really how in the world could she compar the little boys of her home to the outrageously beautiful Dorian? Fighting back another yawn she stood up, glad to find herself in perfect balance not at all wobbly. . .maybe her body was too stiff, feeling like lead as it was, to sway. Running both hands through her hair and she gritted her teeth to the black and white dots swimming in front of her eyes, lids begging to fall close and sleep to consume her. ‘No way,’ she snarled internally to herself forcing her legs to walk over to where Dorian stood, seemingly hesitant to open any drawers without knowledge to what laid in them. As his question, the melodious ring of his voice, floated over to her Aify shrugged not really knowing herself. She knew nothing profane would be lying in the depths of Yuu’s things. . .Yuu never had interest in women or men which Aify found odd herself. Then again not everyone needed the stimulus of sensuality or love to live.

‘Well. . .pants would be the bottom, shirts middle. . .and anything else would probably be in the top right,' she asked. . .that’s how she kept her things at least. Nearly tripping into a stack of books she hadn’t seen she stopped for a moment looking down at the floor, tired eyes straining to find the hidden objects and took a step over them coming to a stop by Dorian’s side. Leaning a hand on the drawer she regretted ever getting up. She was pushing it far to much, sleep never listened to her. ..not ever. So why in the world did she think this situation would have been any different? Trying to focus her slipping consciousness by saying something her mouth opened slightly but she was horrified no words were forming in her mind. Blinking had been the last thing she remembered. . .but in actuality her eyes had never re-opened, sleep being the b*****d he was had finally claimed her. . .the human easily succumbing like usual. The girl’s body slipped to the side, right into Dorian the entire of Aislyn’s deadweight (which could be surprisingly heavy if one was not expecting it) being thrust upon the most likely unsuspecting vampire. Not sprawled. . .exactly. . .but close to it, she had probably made Dorian fall, if not she would have been surprised but then again it was a vampire we were talking about. All Aislyn knew was she was dead asleep, possibly laying on top of a naked man in the darkness of her friend’s room. Greaaaat. . .

✩✩✩ ooc ;; Awww. Not as epic as I wanted to make it. However my step-dad has been looming over my shoulder and I couldn’t make it anymore explicit T^T

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α в c d є f g н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т u v ω ௰ x y z

[Arr -- k u n]

◊◊_________Doгîąη Alєkząηdєг Edєvąηє___◊◊

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Eye of Knowledge
Eye of Truth
Give this lonesome
Me
Something to behold
No matter the consequence

A-Aify, mon Cherie?” Dorian whimpered and he gently touched her left shoulder, his other arm was wrapped tightly around the small of her back, and he swallowed. He took a deep breath and he thumped the back of his head on a mound of books. The floor was shockingly cold against his bare back, but he did his best to ignore it… and the fact that Aislyn surprised him, catching him completely off guard, had made him drop his towel.

He tapped his fingers uneasily against the small of her back and he kept his face averted towards the black ceiling above. He shifted, Aislyn’s figure settling between his bent legs, and he coughed lightly. He was growing increasingly uncomfortable with her on top of him—especially since he was beginning to stir. He bat away images from his mind and he shook his head, his damp hair fell into his poly-jeweled eyes and he grumbled under his breath. “Aify… I-I really don’t want to wake you if you’re asleep… an-and… I’m not one to take advantage—even if this is quite enthralling and making me quite—“ he coughed, clearing his throat, and a deep blush flushed his cheek as he raised his head and thumped it back against the mound of books. He was trying to get his mind off of Aify… and he gritted his teeth against the images that flooded his senses.

He trailed his left hand up her spine, his fingertips grazing the thin material of her shirt, and he feathered his long fingers into the back of her tress. “Aify,” he sighed, her cheek was cool against his chest and he stared up into the darkness. “Don’t… make me do this… I know it’ll be easier just for me to pluck you up and carry you over to the bed,” he said and he traced lines into the small of her back, her skin felt soft and delicate underneath his nails, “but I’d rather do so much more than that… and being who I am… and how I like to show my appreciation… I’ll do exactly that… and I’m uncertain if you actually wish for that… from me…”

Dorian flinched, his own words stung, and he wrapped his right arm around the small of her back as he combed her hair through his fingers with his left hand. He sat up, a sigh escaping his lips, and he slipped his right hand behind himself and he forced Aislyn to wrap her legs around his waist. “Fine,” he mumbled, “I’ll wake you my way…”

Dorian pushed himself up, leaning over a mound of books to snap the window shut and to draw the heavy curtain to block the moonlight—no need for indecent exposure, correct? It wasn’t like he meant for Aislyn to tumble against him and for himself to immediately react and catch her—which, obviously, required him to use two hands to do properly… He looked down at Aislyn cuddled against his chest; her legs wrapped snuggly around him. “Ah, mon Cherie,” he sighed as he raised his right hand, his left holding her up from underneath, and he brushed back a lock of her hair. His eyes lit her face in a gold and ruby glow and a soft smile melted his gaze as he tip-toed over the mounds of books and walked over towards the bed.

He laid her down on her back, her head lolled off to his right, and he crouched over her; half kneeling on the bed. He planted his left hand firmly on the bed beside her head, bearing most of his slight weight, and he brushed his right hand up the front of her shirt. Her stomach was warm, hot even, and her scorched skin nearly burnt his fingertips as he grazed her flesh. He leaned down into the crook of her neck and he brushed his fevered lips against her delicate skin as he toyed with the fasten of her trousers.

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SPACESPACESPACESPACE

[The Ballad of a D o v e]

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- - -✩αιsℓyn ''αιfє'' Bℓαιя

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┌✩┘uияuℓy нuмαи┌✩┘

xα dαy cℓαss яσsє x

┌✩┘ It was. . .strange. There were really no other words to describe the feelings she was experiencing. It. . .was like she was awake, she could hear and feel things on a muted level, but she couldn’t will her body to move, her eyes to open or her mind to concentrate. Was she drugged? What was happening around her? She couldn’t remember clearly what she had been doing after she closed her eyes. ‘Think,’ she told her self calming her emotions that started to panic at her unknowing, slipping in and out of a blackness that griped and clawed her mind. The passage of time seemed meaningless. There were those few lapses of black, that even a tidbit of noise thundering around her hearing’s skirt edges and movement where lost to her. Then in rush, like ice water being thrown on the unconscious all that became reality again; sound, movement, smells. It was jarring. It was frustrating. It was confusing. ‘Stop.’ A few heartbeats later and things became just a smidge clearer. ‘Level out.’ She found listening to her heart beat helped bring her mind from the black tendrils, once iron claws around her mind her will was beating them into soft whispers of vapor. ‘Wake up.’ If she could have used her voice, the last command she told her self would be clearly said, maybe even yelled. What ever it took to wake her up. However, the command remained trapped in her hazy mind, a spark of anger lit her body, turning the mellow ember in flame that scorched her skin as something cool engulfed exposed skin.

Although not fully awake, boarding on the shadow land that was semi-consciousness words were becoming clear. The position of her body known and in an instant she knew another person held her. She could feel, not understand completely, but she feel the body underneath her own, cool as marble and flexing as if trying to escape her. ‘I. . should move,’ she thought, almost at the level she could laugh at herself. Yeah right, she couldn’t make her brain function properly how in the world could she move? The words that had been spoken, that had became far more recognizable, words she could place to only one face.

“Don’t… make me do this… I know it’ll be easier just for me to pluck you up and carry you over to the bed,”

Dorian. Or. . no Lael? She had them confused. . .she had placed each name in to a category in her mind. Dorian was for Yiyakova. . .Lael was Edevane. Yet, she couldn’t do that. . they were the same thing Dorian was Dorian, which he was clearly expressing now as Aify felt hands scour her body. It was hard to concentrate thinking about the meaning in his words and keeping track of his wandering hands. Dorian was dangerous like that, he could have her so focused on his words that his hands were all but forgotten until they got a rise out of her body which most of the time was thinking on it’s own, reacting without her consensus. Only then would she fall into shamement and guilty pleasure. Much like now. ‘Bed. . .’ Aify’s mind wrapped around that one word. Dorian + Bed = . . . ‘W-WAKE UP,’ she threw her self against the walls of her mind, beating on them until she felt internally bruised. Her body refused in her sleep, her semi-alertness to listen to her frantic pleas however, but she was starting to stir just a bit as she felt her body caressed, moved and words flooded her mind again. If only she could focus, his words were in pieces, her mind not able to process full his broken sentences it only seemed to capture the most incriminating words.

“--but I’d rather do so much more than that. . .I’ll do exactly that… and I’m uncertain if you actually wish for that… from me…”

Was. . .there a sad emotion in his voice? What would he be saddened for? Was he feeling guilty for taking this ‘advantage’ even though he probably knew she might not have minded. And what is ‘that’. He said ‘I’ll do exactly that.’ Could he have possibly have meant!? Struggling with her thoughts, her conflicting emotion against Dorian’s who sounded sad but determined as his words now rushed through her, his movements as well she soon knew that he was taking her in his arms. Why where they even in this position? What had been happening? Racking her brain as he closed the window allowing the dark to deepen, whispering more in his velvety, seductive voice and walked her to the bed. The bed. . .god it was soft, she could have very easily slipped right back into sleep, allowing her mind to shut down and forget this annoyance. It was thinking to hard, her mind, trying to figure out what she couldn’t see and could barely sense. Would he seriously take the chance, her being in the state she was, with the threat of Yuu showing up out of no where like he was good at. Though Dorian would have probably sensed him coming.

Her body was relaxing, falling it felt, through the softness and soon realized it wasn’t her body but once more her conscious. ‘Nooo. .,’ she whined to herself. She couldn’t, she needed to wake up, she needed to see what Dorian was doing and why there was a note of some determined sadness in his voice. He didn’t sound conflicted anymore. . .the note she had traced in his voice had disappeared and his french, such a beautiful language, was melting her. Pressure around her, he was leaning into the bed, lips chaffing her exposed neck but she didn’t fear the pain of what his mouth concealed. Even now, in her state of mind she knew he couldn’t bite her, at least not if he was still going to protect her like he’d sworn earlier. That’s right. . .just before he’d taken a shower and she dozed in the very bed she now laid. He’d then come out to ask her for clothing. . .she had known she should have remained on the bed, as groggy as she has been, and simply talked him through. But no. . .she had gotten up, went over to the dresser and then. . .

This is were they left off. Wait had he gotten dressed!? Suddenly, through her distressed throughts. . . something, something cold slipped up her front. She was accustom to his skin being cold but she had always felt it through her shirt up until now, but now. .this was skin to skin contact. If she had the ability she’d have blushed, hell she probably was! Her brain was starting to register, her body twitching as she fought for control to take it back. His fingers smoothed the taunt muscles lurking beneath her hot skin. The band of the slacks being tugged on. ‘He’s..he’s serious,’ she thought to herself, squirming under his touch as a sudden clarity rang through her mind, erasing everything and clearing it for a moment as she felt the sudden focus she had been desperate for relinquish it’s self to her. Blinking, her eyes useless in the dark, a soft moan slipping between her lips as her body shuddered catching up with it suppressed reaction as she looked up through the black, able to find glimmering eyes. She wasn’t quite sure what to do, she didn’t. . .mind per-say losing everything right there to him, to Dorian, but she wasn’t completely sure of herself. Or sure she was ready to let go of what pureness still harbored in the fragile human shell.

Still it was a luring prospect, her hand twitch then slowly, carefully she raised it until she felt her knuckles graze his chest. Curiously she turned her hand till her fingers replaced her touch, gliding them down his chest knowing he hadn’t a shirt and dared lower until she brushed his hip. Or pants. . .or that towel! Face instantly flushing she kept the little squeal of shock trapped deep with in her but shock still registered in her face. Her hand retreated, holding her arms to her sides, bent at the elbow so her hands rested on her collar, afraid to touch him anymore and sought his gaze. A dim outline of him was easy to see, her eyes weren’t that bad and they were adjusting slowly but it was still hard to make his expression or body out. Which. . maybe was a good thing? A beat passed, she swallowed not as nervous as she was initially and was becoming a little more at ease, not exactly comfortable until she knew what he was doing, but she was calming her self down rather well. ‘L-Lael. . .what are you doing. . .t-to,’ she couldn’t quite finish. ‘What are you doing to my pants?’ She wanted to say with a cocky arrogance, the attitude she hid behind when she was becoming uncertain of something. However, it failed miserably as her words stuttered and her voice was far to soft to pull any confidence off much to her disappointment.

✩✩✩ ooc ;; EDITED!! = 3

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α в c d є f g н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т u v ω ௰ x y z

[Chinatsuu]

gυess w h o ?
xxxx 琴音 千尋 中島
xxxxxxxxкοтοиe cнιнιяο иαкαјιмα
xxxxxxxxxxxxтнe яιdιcυlουslу ｆｌａｗｌｅｓｓ vαмριяe gιяl.

Kotone was always rather quiet when it came to things like ''registration'' days. Especially when it involved so many humans. It was always so hard, since there was always one human, wherever she went that she thirsted. There was always one human who had 'O' type blood, her favorite. The fake blood and blood tablets were alright, but to her tasted like what Tums would to a human, chalky and disgusting. Sure, they kept her under control, but this pure-blood had too much lust in her history to just not feed. Before, occasionally she would, but her parents would clean it up. Now she was alone, in school where Yuu might be lurking, she could not afford to screw it all up. Thus, before registration day she had come to the school early and registered then, avoiding any humans she might want to harm. Of course, honestly, this sassy vampire didn't understand why the school wanted to protect the pathetic humans so. All they were was meat for predators like vampires, for predators like herself. Of course, she would never kill in such a barbaric manor. She was much too elegant for savage killing. She liked to do it privately, if you know what I mean. Doing it savagely would have made Kotone feel like a monster. Then again, who's to say that Kotone wouldn't have liked the feeling. At times her thoughts could be quite, strange...

Tonight, she was simply strolling along the sunset with her umbrella held over her head. Every hour she was out during the day she had her golden parasol with her, it protected her from that boastful sun. (The sun gave her painful headaches and sore muscles.) Her parasol was brought over with her German mother and grandparents when they came from Germany, long before Kotone's birth. Her mother was a very close relative to the German pure-bloods, making Kotone's mother a pure-blood. Kotone's father on the other hand? Completely Japanese, and not close, but a distant relatives to some ancient pure-blood family. Of course, he himself never was completely told of what he was, so, Kotone didn't know either. Either way, she was a half-German, half-Japanese pure-blood who got her kicks out of being rude and totally insane. She didn't know much about her family history, all she knew was that her mother was an insanely important vampire.

The sunset was quite beautiful, it would have been even more beautiful if it hadn't always given her a headache without her parasol. She honest to god had nothing to do. The whole day she had spent watching the humans from afar, and also secretly watching for that one human, what was her name? Abby, was it? Kotone didn't know much about the human, and didn't get to learn any more since she never had seen the blonde stir about those few first days of registration. Now every student was settled, and ready to begin classes. Honestly, Kotone was quite worried for her classes. Would the other vampires like her? Or would they find her rude, and appalling, like everyone else she knew did? Sure, she could be hard-headed, but that didn't make people hate her, right? ''Ah, well. It's not like I can do anything to control their puny, blasted minds and opinions,'' she murmured, ''although, wouldn't it be splendid if I could!'' She had a rather admirable and absent-minded expression painted onto her face. Yes, being able to control people certainly would have made her simple vampire life easier. She sighed, it was impossible. Only really, really incredible and strong vampires were given gifts, and they were rare, most likely myths upon the vampire world. Now if only smart vampires wouldn't dwindle, every year more are born, yet, the smart ones still haven't found a way to control it. Though it was none of Kotone's business.

She sauntered her way into the forest, no longer needing her parasol due to the shade of the trees. Thus, she closed it up and hung it over her arm. The air was cool, fresh upon her skin. It felt incredibly pleasing. The dark and evil scent of the Moon Dorms were much too, evil. You could smell fake blood everywhere, if any human came in, it would most likely have scared them. Of course, that's if a normal human came in. If one did, and wasn't appalled, they were obviously ''special'' in some way, shape, or form. Kotone stopped her walk, to think. Abby. Perhaps she had already made her way into the Moon Dorms, and found Yuu! But how? How could that be? ''Enough of this nonsense...'' Kotone told herself, and thought, there's no way a girl like her, Abby, or whatever her name is could even come in. She's much too, human to even get past the doors without being attacked. The thought of that human being attacked by vampires was a very enticing thought for Kotone. Oh, if only she was one of them attacking her. Though the girl couldn't be that blunt, to walk into such a dangerous place with a beating heart.

Her thoughts were side-tracked when she saw the familiar outline of a person up ahead. Yuu? She questioned herself, quietly speeding her pace to catch up to whoever it was. Sure enough, it was Yuu. Her happiness beamed, though it was not noticeable in her face, but she could feel it. She had finally found him! ''Took long enough...'' She disappointedly whispered to herself. She was about to run up and call his name, when she remembered...

He didn't know her.

They had only met once, and that was during their childhood. Sure, she knew him, but that was by reason of stalking. He, had no clue who she was, or what she was doing in the forest. As much as she knew him, he could not return the favor. She stopped her quiet sneaking, and froze in her place, ruffling some loose leaves under her feet. Her crimson eyes were lifeless as she looked at the ground. She had finally seen him, but could not approach him. She didn't know why. Was it because she was so use to of all those years of stalking? Or the fact that she was just too shy? Too shy? How could that be!? Kotone was an outgoing girl, not some shy woman with a school-girl crush. Well, maybe the crush part was true, but still. How could she be shy? Kotone turned her attention back to real life and dejectedly turned around, and began walking away. Only this time, her feet brushed the leaves on the soil, making a noise that was loud enough for Yuu to hear. I'm screwed, she thought.

[[Just to say, it's incredibly entertaining to read your posts.

Also, Kotone does infact know Aislyn's name, she'd just rather say ''Abby, or whatever''.
If Kotone could, she'd call Aislyn ''what's-her-face'', lawl.]]

[The Ballad of a D o v e]

α в c d є f g н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т u v ω ௰ x y z

x → yuu vιиcєит x

'Eveи ιf ιмportαиt мeмorιes becoмe мιstαkes,
soмehow they stιll seeм beαutιful.

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It wasn’t hard, the smell was all over the Sun Dorm so it wouldn’t be hard to track down. . .it was simply waiting the tide out. Never tread a beast’s lair without knowing for sure that the beast, or in this case the ‘beasts’ were well under the cloak of sleep. Sighing, a little bored, the elegantly dressed red-head leaned against the very tree occupied hours ago by his two friends. It gave a rather clear view of many of the rooms in the Female Sun Dorm, not that Yuu was looking, per-say, simply checking to make sure the human female’s were asleep. If he was going to tread those halls and rooms as a silent phantom he would be rather comforted to know the girl’s were not going to see him. Yuu was not going back to the room looking as Dorian had. How in the world the vampire, even as an unawakened pureblood, could allow a mauling that great to happen. . .Yuu was at a loss for words. Sighing he rotated a shoulder, the tight strain in the muscle was slowly slipping away, the fang marks left were already gone. .his bitten skin healed by their powers but the lasting affects still lingered.

He waited another moment, the last light had been turned off at least twenty minutes ago, plenty of time for those who turned it off to fall into a slumber correct? Slipping from the tree, quiet as a shadow Yuu made his way into the dormitory, treading carefully as a church mouse in these halls. It was a sad excuse to look at compared to his own grand dorm. Cross really put no effort into making this place look as decor’d as the vampire dorms. A little unfair but maybe humans preferred this? And it was grander then anything thing else these humans would have been use too in a school. The scent was heady in the air, Dorian’s stuck out amongst the human’s like a rose in a pile of onions. Not saying that the human’s smelled as revolting as a vegetables, comparison really was all he meant. Shaking his head at the internal conflict his mind was debating, he proceeded deeper, gathering things he found along the way already. Books for one thing, a tower of them easily lifted by the vampire lad, he had taken those back to the gate keeper for safe keeping. He hadn’t wanted to carry those around, to troublesome so as soon as Yuu located the suitcase that had Dorian’s scent all over it Yuu retreated out of the President of the Night Class Fan Club’s room he made a bee-line for the exit.

Of course not without stopping my Aislyn’s room. He was curious, what could he say? That was easy to find as well, nudging open the door he peeked in and found it empty. Isolated even, not a two bedder like most of the other dorms and the last door ont he end of a hall that lead no where. There at the foot of her rumpled bed was the bright orange duffle she had brought, presumably, with her. Figuring she’d want her own clothing, nessecities and whatever else in the morning Yuu crossed the room and gathered that as well. Hopefully those two were behaving, he shuddered to think of what they could have possibly started in his absence. . .however, he believed Aify to have a some-what rational mind so if things went out of hand she’d stop it. Hopefully? Exiting out her window, not wanting to push his luck in the halls. Yuu had located Dorian’s missing boot, the twin already in his room, his's suitcase, books and now as he stopped by the registration building he nabbed the Pureblood an extra uniform and key. There! Everything the other male would possibly need and Aify’s things, some how he felt like a pack mule, or an errand boy but he didn’t mind all that much either. The night was calm, peaceful and cool against his fevered skin. A feeding always causing his body to grow in warmth, something he found irksome preferring the tendrils of cold then heat to curl around his body but what could he complain? He was full for once, satisfied by real blood and that of a Pureblood and it put him in a shockingly good mood. Hell, he was whistling softly to himself as he took the long forest path, to please the eye with the large moon and canopy of trees.

He thought himself alone, not expecting many of his own classmates to be out and about, especially with blood on the air. Surprisingly Cross or the Guardians had not been called, which was probably a good thing for Aify's sake but now that the school had a Pureblood on their hands something would have to be done about it. Cross would want to know, if the retired Vampire Hunter didn’t already know himself. Yuu found all that rather ironic, a great Hunter building a school to make peace between the thing he once hunted and the race he lived as. Not that Yuu minded, he had no problems with the humans. Rustling, soft whispers and then the sloppy dragging of feet where etching on his hearing confirming his previous thought that someone else was out and about, and as if the person was begging to be noticed with all the noise they were making. The smell of vampire was clear and the heavy weight of pressure once more surrounded him making him shiver with recognition. ‘Dorian?’ Yuu thought spinning on his heel expecting the Blue Haired Wonder ( his own personal nickname) to be following him, stalking him with that mischievous smile. Yet his one emerald optic fell on the retreating back of a female, vampire no doubt who held a rather beautiful umbrella in her hand. Once more, to say Yuu was in a pleasant mood a soft smile turned his lips from the usual stoic scowl into a charming smirk. ‘Good evening, out for a walk,’ he called over to her. Puzzled he tried to think if he knew her. She looked. . vaguely familiar. . .but most of the other vampires his age that he had met where in his youth. Yet, she seemed rather familiar. And he had only met one other Pureblood in his life. A Nakajima. . .Ko. . .Komaki? No, that was the Elie’s child and she had raven hair. This female had a shock of pale straw blonde, that bouyanced perfectly around a angel-carved face. Ko. . Oh it was Kotone! He had a brief chat with her once at a social or something.

Yuu was good with faces and names but it certainly had been along time ago. She had a familiar scent though, something he had grown accustom to smelling. . .almost like she had always been around and he had never noticed. Or maybe she was wearing a perfume his mother or sister owned? ‘Hmm,’ he mumbled to himself shifting the many things in his hands to a more comfortable weight and realized he should have address her properly. Another Pureblood. . great. ‘Miss Nakajima correct. Kotone if I’m not mistaken,’ he asked tilting his head to the side, red bangs falling against the eye patch he wore as his smile widened into a grin. Yeah, he was feeling way to good. Standing there with a duffle across his left shoulder, followed by the white moon uniform draped over his forearm and right hand carrying the suitcase he must have looked like a errand boy, or someone how had yet to make it to his room. . even though Yuu had been there almost a week now. He wondered, minutely, how long Kotone had been at the Academy, had he been so wrapped up with Dorian and Aify he failed to notice her presence?

ooc ;; Why thank you! Their fun to post too x D Aify wouldn't mind what you called her. . .she's never had a rival!! Ack I gotta go tho! Work = p I, however, don’t work very long today I don't think so I shall see you all shortly!

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