Sam x Rockwood
○ ● ○ ● ╭☆╯ ● ○ ● ○
xx
.Some time had past from whence the Famed Doctor was encountered his sweet and now. He had to admit that he hadn't taken much of notice of her at first, which is unusual for a pervert that prided himself on knowing the exact location of any near about, and besides, this school wasn't exactly the sort of place he would expect to find a pretty woman. A woman, yes. A certain time of woman. But the girl he sighted wasn't like that: she was young, half his age, and she wore an assortment of ribbons and frills.
But what made him aware of her wasn't her clothes, it was the loudness of her fists, which was quite in contrast to the way she looked. At his first sight, she was sitting with three boys, all older than her, who he recognized at once: their names were not important right now but they were the kind who looked their noses down at even his authority after he caught their villainy once before.. They sat forward on their stools and watched this young girl with leering, wolfish eyes that betrayed a darker purpose, even though they were all smiles. The trio banged on the table, encouraging her as she drank dry some strange potion they dared her to taste. No, she did not look like one of the women who usually frequented such punks, but it seemed she was determined to act like one of them.
The flagon was about as big as her head was, and as she wiped her hand across her mouth and banged it to the table. The kids responded with cheers, shouting for another one and no doubt pleased to see her wobble slightly on her stool. Probably could not believe their luck - a pretty little thing like that. Samuel watched as they let the girl drink yet more of the poisoned honey with the same tumult accompanying her success, and then as she did the same as before, and wiped her hand across her mouth with a more pronounced wobble this time. A look passed between them. A look that seemed to say, "The job is done".
Quite suddenly, a flutter of light brought him to his senses. He had unconsciously withheld his hand from his acquaintance Holly, and his food was still yet to be eaten. The chocolate had decayed into a dry mess and what ever else looked terrible to his tastes. What he had the urge for was not anything eatable in a sense. Drinkable was a more befitting term for his hunger.
Looking across the table, Samuel wondered silently how much time has actually passed from his parting of a new student and now. Did he just hold her ear for a long matter? His face mellowed red. "I'm sorry...." As a person in a higher authority, how could he allow himself to stray so far. His back arced against the chair as he slumped into a self-inflicted prison of shame
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx