Λʂʂɑʂʂɪл`Ϛ +ａｃａｄｅｍｙ[Yaoi, open]

[Quicksilver Addict]

I asked a question? Give me an answer!

You say the word, and I will "disappear"

You're running fast, but you can run faster!
Your wheels to the dirt, gonna make it CLEAR

Say there's something better, but today...there is a cold moon rising ◑ ◐

You had to be kidding him. Casimir stared down at the climbing male with a blank expression, dumbfounded. Was he really going to insult him and then actually have the nerve to come toward him? Two jet-black eyes narrowed, the shadow of dawn highlighting his features. He silently thanked the Gods, and thought that being awake this early in the morning with an attractive boy in his direction wasn't so bad after all. He smiled to himself and sat back,taking his place on the roof and sitting with his arms resting on his knees. He planned on enjoying this quite a bit. He watched a dark head come over the edge of the roof with the rest of the unfortunately clothed body following. He'd have to take care of that soon. One side of his mouth tipped up into a smirk. Sure, Pavellie seemed high and mighty right now, but he'd see who was really in control soon.

Smiling dark eyes studied queryingly at his prey, wondering if he was the type to stand and fight or run away when things got too heated. The other corner of Casimir's mouth curled up as he contemplated silently, an intelligent grin spread across his softened features. He took his time, bringing one hand up to trace around his lips and down his neck, then back around to tangle in his hair. All the while, he made various scenarios, tweaking this and assuming that, until, finally, he got up to his feet. Of course Casimir was the silent type. He wasn't planning on ranting his life story to his brother, it was completely irrelevant. He only wanted one thing, and one thing only from the other male.

Pavel was barely taller than him and given a couple more years, Casimir would probably end up taller. Was Pavel just permanently pissed off? It was dually noted to make sure his mood changed. The other male was willing to help him, after all, and what kind of patron would he be if he didn't utilize it? Dark eyes flashed and a strong left arm grabbed a right wrist, pulling the prey farther onto the roof where no curious eyes could look upon them. Then, with practiced expertise, he tackled, straddled, and released the grip on the wrist for a more useful grip on the toned upper shoulder of the other. "Should I hint?" he breathed out, then leaned in closer. "It's easy to be rid of by oneself, but so much more fun with someone else." It was a hackjob riddle and he knew it, but wasn't sure innocent Pavellie could manage to crack it.

Dark locks cascaded down over his features, the mysterious smile never stopping. Two velvet lips parted and the left hand moved up quickly, gripping Pavel's chin so he couldn't turn his head as he slid his lips across the tanner's. He took on a wispy, serious tone. "Viktor." He whispered, dangerously close to an ear he assumed would be sensitive. If he was right, and he usually was, Pavellie wouldn't expect something like his preferred name being uttered. And that put him at a good advantage. Definitely a good advantage. Depending on just how willing this counterpart was, he wasn't sure whether to leave him teased or continue the game.

You wanted something better, but tonight, tonight you're giving

_____...darkness?
And you can't
H E A R M E
I will try to
draw you
N E A R M E
But in the morning - You will wake up ►►► alone . . .

When your body b./.r./.e./.a./.k./.s
Even the hummingbirds will

#$% feel the earthquake %$#

You'll ♬♩ sing a song ♪♫ of your ♡♡♡'s complaints

[Aerorasu]

TALKING POINTS FROM TALKING HEADS ( WithAutomatedSmiles ) !! o o o x o x o x o x o x o x『 ◊ 』 o x o x o
x o x o x o x o x ➡ p a v e l v i k t o r ✥

What had he expected? For real, Pavel should’ve known something was wrong with this entire picture. Casimir had asked him to take care of something, and Pavel just assumed it was nothing. What a moronic imbecile. Nothing? So why was he even up here? Really, he’d just thrown rocks on the guy’s sleeping arrangements. Worst case scenario, he could’ve woke him up. Big deal you brat go back to sleep. Unless he had scratched that pretty little face? Haha, what a shame. What a shame indeed. Well not really, but humoring himself was always an open option. He’d exercise it as much as he wanted. Finally on the roof the sight he saw wasn’t very comforting. Lefty’s actions caused him to twitch and he felt entirely disgusted by the scene, his hate for the other started boiling in his veins. This guy was such an ingrate- all he could do was get mad. Grabbing his wrist and impolitely dragging him further onto the building didn’t help Pavel’s opinion, or mood, improve either.

And then he was jumped. Oh yeah, that helped improve his mood. Big time. “What are-” Oh course he didn’t get to finish though. Cashmere thought he’d open his mouth and speak in a riddle-way instead. Okay let’s think about this! Possible alone, yet far better with two? …Cards? Well something told him that really wasn’t what the other had in mind, but he was never one to think about that type of stuff. Or get himself into situations such as this. Therefore how to best handle it was unknown to him. Looks like he was winging this one. It would have been easy, a simple ‘get the ******** off’ or anything really. Normally that would probably have worked, considering this being who he hated. Someone he really, really hated. That probably wouldn’t work, since he felt so mad he could hardly see straight into those obnoxiously onyx eyes. Damn him, this position, and the fact that he even climbed on this stupid roof in the first place!!

After cursing himself repeatedly over and over in his head, he tried to get a handle back on the situation. Oh wait, that was impossible. Since he didn’t even know what to expect anymore. Just guess and he strongly hypothesized that pretty boy would either continue this behavior, and continue pissing him off, or- no. That was what he expected. Anything else just seemed so out of character, but he was more of an aphonic type of person. This shouldn’t even be in the equation at all, to bad it was and the world would have to get the ******** over itself.

Following what happened next, Pavel just froze up. It wasn’t just the fact that his personal space had no meaning or that their mouths were just a teensy bit to close. It was also that declaration of his desired name was totally abrupt and took Pavel completely by surprise. What the hell was Casimir thinking? He didn’t give a damn how funny this must seem- his crippled a** was getting thrown from this roof. No, wait, he could do that later. Maybe he would just jump from the roof himself. Hay cart waiting at the bottom or not, anything sounded nicer then staying here. With this leech. “Get. Off.” Pavel wasn’t sure if the precarious tone was hidden entirely, but he knew that his anger was pretty clear. If you could even call it anger now- jumbled with confusion and s**t loads more. Why would Casimir even want something to do with Pavel, let alone this type of something. Didn’t he know how much the arrogant assassin considered him an undying nuisance and disgrace to the others? What an idiot. Ha. Like he had room to talk.

Instinctively he reached both arms towards the other, one gripping a rather limp shoulder, and the other cupping over a pale cheek. Hoping to keep the other away from his own face, he gently pushed him away. “Before I hurt you, because I am about to.” Idiot-face tried to keep his cool, calm, collected act going. Since that was what others usually anticipated from a great assassin, such as himself, immaturity was for younger students. Like this perfect example here, it was a perfect specimen. Couldn't you see the differences? This thing was a teenager, and he was already twenty. It was still a student raging with hormones, and he was an adult helping the students. Just not with the whole hormones thing. Maybe this was a common misconception? And the disgrace was just making a huge mistake? Or better yet, Pavel literally knocked hit him to hard in the head with one of those rocks. And this was the result of some brain damage, now that explanation would be perfectly believable. If only it were true. “I’m being serious.”

YOU WANT MY AIR, YOU WANT ( MY ) LIFE

xxxI ACT AS [ ONE ] BUT I AM NOT ALONE


There's no higher ground to stand then bottom of the pile.xxxxxx


Give up acting unaware you can't ignore the crime.xxxxxx


xTHE.ENEMY.IS.YOU.AS.WELL.THE.ENEMY.IS.Ixxxxxxxxx



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