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((Seriously? It's such a beautiful instrument! It makes such a pretty sound and it's so fluid. :> Haha. I admire anyone who can play it well. I once got to see one up close being played. It was so amazing. D: I want to be able to play it haha...especially one of those HUGE ones. It really is an under appreciated instrument. : ))

Abel felt so calm as he pricked the chords, head tilting to the side slightly as if in deep thought. The warmth in his body increased as his fingers started to get faster into the song, moving with a speed that seemed impossible. He hadn't even noticed the music in the other room stop. His breathing had stopped a few minutes ago, as if the music was breathing for him.

It was only when Talen came in and yelled to him that he stopped abruptly, eyes blinking open, the reality of where he was came crashing down on him again. His blue eyes where glowing in the dark closet as he looked over to Talen, a strange faint glow surrounding his body. As his mind came back down to earth the glow of both his aura and his eyes disappeared. "Huh..." He paused and ran a hand along the curve of the large harp.

"The harp is such a magnificent piece of art..." he whispered, strumming some chords with his pale fingers. "It's music is so calming. Just sitting with it makes me feel like I'm home again. And whoever this Martha Stewart is...obviously doesn't know just how amazing the harp can be if you play it right. It's just no one ever bothers to try, so no one understands how beautiful it is. I've had a lot of years to get to understand it better. Passes the time." A smile came onto his face. For a moment he seemed lost and then blinked himself out of it and carefully set the harp up right, off of his shoulder.

"You played the piano very well by the way. You looked so..." His eyes moved to the side, "so happy." His smile dimmed and he began to stand up. "Maybe we can find you a piano of your own, so you can be happy more often." A second passed and his eyes widened. "Oh, not that you aren't happy! I mean...just that...I guess I just never saw you so in place...yeah." He shrugged and looked past Talen. "Is class over? I must have been so out of it that I didn't notice, I'm sorry."

Abel smirked as Talen tried to mimic him and Abel shook his head. "I don't speak like that. Honestly, you could at least attempt a better impersonation. I feel slightly offended" He said with obviously amusement and walked towards Talen, drifting away from the harp. "Also, none of what you just said made any sense what-so-ever. Hardcore...head banging...solid...you sound so strange. Perhaps I'm just not used to it." Abel chuckled a bit as Talen pulled him out of the closet, continuing to talk about piano. ((Hahahahahaha. Oh dear...is that some subconscious sign? Out of the closet. ;D))

When they came out, Abel nodded slowly to Talen's remark. "What...poodle hair?" He made a face and pushed a hand down onto his blonde curls. "I don't look like a poodle do I?" He furrowed his brows and licked his lips a bit, looking a bit conscious. "Then again, I suppose poodles are very smart canines, so I can take that as a compliment." With his spirits raised again he blinked at the mention of lunch.

"Lunch? I'm not awfully hungry." He said, putting a hand to his stomach. It was only then he remembered he wasn't breathing. He looked taken back for a minute until his lungs opened and some air escaped into them. It wasn't too noticeable for anyone who hadn't been paying attention to his breathing pattern. "If you're hungry, we can get lunch. Oh...I should have made some! I was too busy cooking breakfast to even think twice upon that notion." He frowned again and sighed heavily. "I'm sorry..."

"Oh...I mean...goodness. I'm sorry for apologizing so much!" Except he had just apologized for apologizing which was pretty much the extreme to all apologies.

((Let's see how many apologies he can fit into one sentence!))

"How can you always be hungry?" Abel said, looking somewhat shocked at the other boy's statement. He looked to his side to see the students all leaving the classroom, some glancing their way. "Hey...I'm not a kid." He protested, giving a slight pout as Talen went to grab his things. "You'd be surprised just how old I am." It was true, he was definitely older than his appearance and attitude let on. You didn't grow older when you died, you simply staked up on your age.

When Talen started to walk away, Abel jumped a bit and followed after him. "So do ALL of these people eat at the same time? Seems like an awful lot of people in one place. My school was probably half the size of these, maybe even less." He winced as someone pushed him slightly, a sudden wave of heat rushing into his body. "Sorry..." he muttered. The person who bumped into him turned around for a minute. Abel's eyes met the girl's. They flashed a bright ruby red for just a second, then turned into a light emerald green that looked eerie against her dark skin.

She narrowed her eyes and turned around, pixie cut sandy brown hair sifting against her dark neck. Abel watched her disappear into the crowd, her petite frame easily withdrawing from sight. Abel blinked for a minute and hurried after Talen. He wasn't sure what that was, but it was definitely not normal.

"Did you see that?" He asked quietly, slipping in step with his friend. "I could have sworn she..." Stopping he shook his head and smiled. "Never mind. It's not that important anyways."

((Dun dun dun.))

((I suppose I'll post really quick before bed, so you have something to play with tomorrow while I'm at school...))

Abel blushed and frowned. "What are you saying? I wasn't...checking her out. She was looking at me like she wanted to kill me." He followed Talen over to a table and sat down quietly as Talen said to wait there. "Alright. Be careful! These people seem awfully pushy!" he called to him as the other boy disappeared.

As he sat alone, Abel looked out the window, watching some more birds fly in the sky. His blue eyes lowered to the trees were a squirrel flicked its tail and nibbled on a nut. Something in the air grew heavy and he moved his gaze from the window to see Cain getting closer by the second. Abel's face grew grim and he shifted slightly in his seat, placing his hands on his lap.

When Cain sat across from him, Abel looked up. His stomach grew cold as he glanced into Cain's icy eyes. Swallowing slightly he couldn't help but look to the side, trying to find Abel somewhere. "Ummmm..." He looked back to Cain, though not in the eyes, and shook his head. "He went to get lunch. I'm sure he'll be back soon." An uneasy smile made itself known on his lips and he fiddled with his fingers quietly, feeling himself grow sick from the atmosphere surrounding Cain. He was getting sick, not metaphorically, but literally. The knots in his stomach tightened and he felt light headed. "Oh my..." he muttered and leaned forward, pushing his hand against his forehead.

"Maybe you should go look for him..." Abel suggested, hoping it'd get Cain to leave, and maybe lighten the overwhelming feeling of nausea. When he looked to the side he saw the girl from before, sitting by herself, her lips moving as a pen slipped across paper. His brows quirked but then he felt his stomach kick and he leaned forward more. "You should go find him..." he groaned, moving his hand from his forehead to his stomach, skin getting more pale than before.

((Haha Cain makes him SICK. In both kinds of ways. xD ))

Abel shut his eyes as his shoulders pushed together, bending his head away from Cain when he tried to look at Abel. One hand moved to his mouth and his brows furrowed again, trying so hard not to find somewhere to vomit. Whenever Cain spoke he felt his stomach twist harder and it was all he could do not to run. Despite his anxiety and sickness, there was somewhere inside him that wanted to punch the guy in the face so badly. Never had he experience such a feeling after leaving his life behind.

When Talen came over a wave of relief swelled over him, some of the sickness abiding, or enough for him to let go of his mouth and swallow the pool of spit that had drained around his tongue. His darkened eyes looked up to Talen, noticing the way Cain suddenly changed appearance. Abel's eyes flashed a bit at how two-faced he was before looking away towards the window, exhaling a breath he had been holding for nearly five minutes.

"Yeah...just...a head ache." He said, dropping his gaze to the food in front of him. He absolutely was no longer hungry. As Talen began to leave Abel snatched his wrist, letting Cain get a bit further away. "Watch yourself around him..." His voice was deadly serious and he let go, looking back down to the food as Talen walked away. Tentatively he picked up a fork of what looked like chicken, studied it, and put it in his mouth, knowing he had to eat something.

After swallowing, his stomach churned, bile rose in his throat, and he ran towards the closest trash can. His moves were so swift that it looked as if he had slid towards it. The minute he leaned over, he felt the vomit lurch from his stomach and escaping into the trash can.

((Ewwwwww... I don't think angels' stomachs are made to digest school food. Hahaha.))

Abel felt his fingers trembling as he gripped the trashcan. After having emptied his stomach, he felt significantly better, but the feeling of dread stuck in his stomach. There was something picking at him, yet he couldn't figure it out. Of course there was Cain, but something else made him anxious and worried, as if someone or something were falling upon him. His eyes opened when he heard Talen.

"Oh..." He straightened up and put the back of his hand to his mouth, rubbing it. "I'm...I feel better. That chicken didn't taste like chicken, hardly." He took a shaky breath and looked outside, where Cain stood smoking. As he watched the other boy, his eyes grew dark, and he grew slightly tense. Thinking of Talen even hanging around Cain worried him. Something told him that Cain was part of the problems he had to help Talen with. "Is everything okay?" His blue eyes moved back to Talen, brows raising in curiosity.

"I know it might seem...intrusive...and I don't want to be a burden, but I'm not sure why you talk to him. He really doesn't seem the type to enjoy any sort of company. I've seen a lot of people like him...they all are the same. People always have a good side, but his type never try to attempt to find it and I-" He cut off and shook his head. "Sorry...I might just be making a big deal out of nothing. I'm just worried..."

((She's a thief! RAH!))

Abel looked down a bit and rubbed his mouth again. The way Talen had spoken to him made him a little upset, even though he knew it wasn't right to just try to fix things in someone's life with just a snap of his fingers. "Alright..." He whispered quietly and walked with Talen back to the table. While the boy was eating, his gaze stayed on the window.

When Talen finished, Able looked back to him and smiled weakly. "Right. What's your next class anyways?"

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By the end of the school day Abel had met a lot of new people. Most of them girls who had come up to him and asked him his name, where he was from, the normal questions to ask the cute new kid. Abel stumbled over some, such as why he had come here, what he was doing with a kid like Talen, and more. Abel enjoyed the positive attention, though he didn't enjoy the glares he kept getting from some guys. He could sense an atmosphere of jealousy in them.

When the last bell rang for school to let out, Abel walked with Talen through the bustling crowd of student, rushing to get out of the school. Abel still felt startled over the earlier happenings, the uneasiness between them never quite going away. Abel wouldn't say anything, knowing Talen didn't want to talk about it.

"I hope Alice had fun by herself. I feel like she really deserves some more time to herself. Not just being alone, but you know, ENJOYING herself. She seemed kind of..." He paused and shook his head. "Sorry. Never mind. Ummm...you don't work today do you? If you do I think it'd be interesting to go with you." His smile brightened slightly, as if to coax Talen into letting him tag along some more. He had promised Alice he'd watch out for Talen...and watching out for him wasn't parting ways right before what Alice was actually worried about took place.

"I mean...I know I've gotten in your way a lot today. So I guess I can understand if you'd want me to just go back home." His brows quirked in a concentrated manner as he looked to his hands. Everyone's own auras rushing past him, their emotions touching his mind ever so briefly before the person got out of sensing range. He still was getting used to it.

His eyes then caught the girl from before, her light auburn hair bobbing amongst the crowd. "Talen! It's her!" He pointed out. The girl looked over at them, a scowl crossing her once placid face before she started walking away from them. "We have to get her, I feel like she has something of mine!" He shifted his weight anxiously and without thinking about pulling Talen with him, started to chase after her.

((Haha, oh Abel, you're such a beast! Let the women come to YOU. She's playing hard to get.))