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 Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 5:27 pm
 What would you have done to save someone you cared for?
I would rather seal their spirits, even if he didn't want me to, then to see him die the same way...Minagi just smiled as he passed him by with another group of students. "Just wondering if you liked that little kiss..." he answered, rather mischievously. He led them away with a satisfied grin and a small push to the children in front of him. When he heard a small outburst from him he turned to see Kit clinging onto Yukio. "That would be my doing!" he admitted in a slightly chipper voice, far away from the vice principal. They were almost out to the classroom floor and at the rainy part of the school, the entrance to the dormitoriesTo those who want to tell me it's not okay for a man to dress this way
Well you probably have the same hobby
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 5:34 pm
Aristina Kystalin  - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." Yukio face palmed himself as he got his answer in Kit's eyes. "Damn it Kit!" he growled, quietly, though it wasn't needed. They couldn't hear the ghost child anyway, due to excessive screaming. When a flashlight light was lit upon him, he was about to say something when his brother called out his own answer. "What he said, sir!!" he replied.
Kit began to pull him towards the steps and he was a little worried. In any case, he decided it wouldn't be too much. Whatever. He just hopes it isn't too bad of a situation."You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 5:47 pm
 I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box "I've had better."Ash drawled, pulling out his cigarette to blow a puff of smoke as the blonde passed him with a mischievous question about the kiss. The annoyance in his dark gold eyes was hid behind the reflective sheen of his glasses when another streak of lightning blew past and rumbled loud enough to vibrate the school.
His eyebrow only shot up in momentary surprise as the blonde willfully admitted that it was his fault that the student was in drag. The kid in the pigtails agreed with him before his flashlight went dead. He growled and shook it, only to get no light from the object. The one in drag was hurrying off one direction while the blonde went the other way with a group of students. Deciding that he had to handle this one disaster at a time he growled under his breath and stalked after Minagi.
"What the hell are you doing to my students?"he demanded in a low tone. The no longer flashlight being held lightly in his hand as he stalked after the blonde. He'd pitched his voice low enough that the students with him couldn't hear as they made squeaking noises at every loud boom of thunder overhead. The only light coming from Ash at this point was the end of his cigarette which glowed ember bright as he sucked a puff from it before pulling it from his mouth and exhaling. His expression, lost in the dark, was a serious demand. It was one thing to be weird and annoying to Ash, a lot of people did that, but he didn't like an implication that one of the teachers was dressing up a student. That was a BIG no no.
when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 5:51 pm
 When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief."I never said I did it, now did I?"Kit asked with a grin, hearing the growl of his name from Faust. He hadn't used the additive at the end which had Kit's grin getting wider as he leaned forward quickly and brushed a quick, fierce kiss on his lips.
"Got you out of class did it?"He purred, as Faust turned his head back to answer the question from the Vice-Principle before the room was plunged into darkness thanks to his blowing the batteries in the flashlight. He continued to tug him towards the steps and then up towards the dorm rooms. He was leading him towards the teacher's section of the Dorm rooms because they usually had the better TV's and the teacher's wouldn't likely be returning to their rooms. Kit was NOT going to share this. He tipped his hat as he pushed the door door open by going solid long enough to use the energy before he pulled Faust after him into the nice room.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 6:06 pm
¤ So lend me your ears, and lend me your eyes.And I'll show you the world the way I see it.
ÐîøŋAzɑɱɨ  Dion didn't want to hold on to Mikey tightly. He'd rather hold someone else. Someone who had given him his first injuries when he got to school. Dion was glad it was dark, for he blushed, wondering why he had thought those things. The hallway parted enough for them to get by.
So lend me you heart, and lend me your smile.
Because a smile's contagious, and sometimes I need it.¤
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 6:29 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxIn the BRIGHTEST HOURxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxof my DARKEST DAYxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXxxxxXx I realizedxxxxxxxxxxxxx[sssWHAT IS WRONG WITH MExxx]▃▃▃ ▄ ▆ ▄ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
Class had started out fairly uneventful if you considered the fact that the school itself was home to quite a bit of the bizarre. You couldn’t stick that many rich kids with issues together into one place without learning to expect at least a little backlash. Little bits of strangeness became ordinary and part of the background. And for his part, Dorian didn’t really mind it. After too long on the road, a safe amount of the unusual in a classroom setting was a comfort and he had the satisfying feeling of sinking back into a familiar chair. He was even comfortable with the new teacher, strange as the older male was. Really, what kind of teacher thought to bring a nerf gun with him to the classroom?
He was of course aware of Aizen’s place in the class, even if he didn’t show it. There was a kind of smug satisfaction in knowing the boy kept stealing glances his way, proving Dorian was still on his mind. And it was much easier to concentrate on Aizen than on the unusual boy he’d escorted to the classrooms. Aizen was familiar and safe and what he’d come back looking for. The other topic was… off limits. Dorian was sometimes stubborn and selfish and more ruthless in pursuit of his goals but there were certain lines you did not cross. Which was what bothered him most about this new Aizen. Could you cross lines that weren’t there anymore? Was Aizen crossing them?
Suddenly the lights had gone out and plunged the class into darkness as everyone’s eyes struggled to adjust to the much thinner light of the storm. Dorian’s own eyes had swept the classroom, looking for both the source of the trouble and a familiar face. It seemed that it was a general power outage from the storm however, nothing to be overly concerned about. But his stomach clenched when he heard Aizen’s voice rise above the others, shouting a name he remembered from the hospital. The blonde boy… Moving with the crowd out into the hall, Dorian watched as silhouetted against lightning Aizen picked up the familiar boy and carried him off to the boy’s dorm.
He hadn’t even thought to look for him in the darkness.
Dorian didn’t know what to do with that knowledge. He didn’t freeze, but he began to move on autopilot, that star-smile encouraging the students who seemed a little more shaken as he nudged a few along. He let the main surge move ahead of him, letting the distance between himself and the others grow as the smile faded, jealousy flashing against the blue eyes in a private reflection of the storm. Jealousy and an increasingly sinking feeling that wound its way around his chest.
As the crowd moved away, he became aware of an entirely different sound. Small cries muffled by walls somewhere nearby in the building. He moved back down the hall, following the sound. One hand pushed open a door without hesitation and the sky colored eyes widened before narrowing in anger. Dark hair and pale skin. From what little he could see at that angle, Dorian might have at first mistaken the figure being harshly assaulted as Aizen. Close, but not quite. Aiden. That did not look friendly by any stretch of the imagination. A brunette had apparently found Aiden and decided the noise and chaos from the hallway and the student’s exit would cover the sounds of his attack. The word rape touched Dorian’s mind and he was across the room in an instant, hand closing on brown hair and pulling it sharply down and back. There weren’t many clothes to grab onto so he settled for skin, his fingers digging harshly into the skin of the stranger’s arm, throwing him away and down, making sure the figure hit a couple of sharp edges on his way to the floor.
A foot found the neck and Dorian pressed down with the toe of his boot, hitting the same spot Jack had found earlier. He gave no sign of concern about the boy’s sudden inability to breathe. “I’m going to let you up,” he said in the same soft, polite tone he generally used. “You are going to go to the office and explain your sudden need to transfer to another school. Am I understood?” Only when he was met with a confirmation did he raise his foot, watching the other male’s exit as he turned to Aiden.
“Are you alright?”
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:09 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack grinned against Kaito’s neck. He’d half expected resistance, some kind of insistence on regaining composure until they were in a more secluded area or at least not in a throng of people. But he liked being able to be the only one able to press up against Kaito, draw him in and hold him without fear of retaliation or violence. Kaito even seemed more comfortable against him now than sepeated from him, something that suited Jack just fine. After all, Kaito belonged with him now and any space between them was both uncalled for and unnecessary. This conclusion was further encouraged by the fact that Jack had blatantly told another person that Kaito was his, in public no less, and the blue haired male hadn’t objected in the slightest. Jack was less inclined to mention out loud that in order to secure this claim on Kaito the redhead would have followed him straight into hell and out the other side. It didn’t matter who the link belonged to, the pull went both ways.
“Probably,” he answered just as he’d answered the earlier question from the annoying brunette, though this time there was definite heat lacing the word and drawing it out. He meant to make Kaito imagine what this might mean for the future, just unable to resist teasing him a little. After all, one’s own imagination was far more powerful than any specific image Jack could have conjured up with words. “But I think it has more to do with a simple lack of patience.” And the presentation of opportunity. Who was the redhead to pass up a sign from God? He was pretty sure that lightning translated into instructions for him to grope Kaito. As any good human would, Jack obeyed the orders from on high.
He then slid his arm around the blue eyed male at his side, keeping the two of them together through the press of the crowd. Almost subconsciously he steered Kaito through the biggest gaps, well aware of how his roommate’s distaste for crowds and the accidental touches they usually lead to.
“You heard the teachers,” Jack smirked, “We have to go back to the dorms and stay there. Of course, they didn’t say we couldn’t get lost and stumble across an unoccupied one. I’m sure Dion could use the privacy.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:11 pm
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill.  He'd been right. The brunette had been overly aggressive to begin with, unable to be as strong as he wanted, and Jack's attack had only made him need to prove he was better. His head smacked into the back wall when he was shoved into it hard enough to burst light behind his eyes but he just smiled as the brunette followed and pinned him place. He wasn't sure when the cloths were lost, violence pushing him to toward the edge where he tumbled over into simple need.
He always seemed to grow more desperate at some point, reaching for something that wasn't there. His marks tended to love it and this time was no exception, he whined softly as his head was jerked to the side and a bite raised blood on his pale neck as the brunette worked himself into a frenzy to match. Aiden was past the point he even recognized the boy, it was just the pain and the need spiraling together enough that he wasn't really aware of his body or the world around him any longer.
He would have gone straight through the next few minutes just like that, not even aware someone else was in the room, before he was suddenly released and sliding down the wall. Panting, Aiden blinked slowly and lifted his head. Wide midnight blue eyes watched through a tumbled mass of ink-black hair as the boy from earlier, the one with the boyfriend that looked like him, settled his foot onto the thrashing brunette's neck which stilled him instantly.
What...was he doing? Blinking Aiden lifted his gaze towards Dorian as he politely explained that the boy was going to be transferring to another school. He reached up and brushed his hair back from his face, a thin line of blood sliding down the pale skin of his neck as he stared at Dorian with an open look of confusion. He'd been fought over before, but usually the second person just took up where the first left off, not ask him if he's alright.
"Why?"he asked in his bedroom dark voice, but there was a hint of the little boy he might have been once. His blue eyes wide as he sat in a tumble of clothing wearing only his earrings and the pendant. He was shocked enough it didn't even occur to him to worry about the necklace he hadn't let the other brunette take off. Because that weird feeling in his stomach was back as the lightning flashed again across the window, the dark haired boy looking much like a broken and discarded doll as he looked for answers in the lighter blue eyes above him.
The assaulted boy had scrambled to his feet and as he was still in boxers, bolted for the door without pausing to pick up his personal belongings. As this was the second time he'd gotten attacked because of this particular male it wasn't likely he'd be anywhere near Aiden again, if he didn't end up transferring.You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:48 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxIn the BRIGHTEST HOURxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxof my DARKEST DAYxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXxxxxXx I realizedxxxxxxxxxxxxx[sssWHAT IS WRONG WITH MExxx]▃▃▃ ▄ ▆ ▄ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
Dorian watched the boy leave, disgust written in the blue eyes even is expression barely moved. He wasn’t wearing the staged smile any longer, but he held an air of soothing calm, practiced and confident. It was the same one he used on Amy when something went wrong and the same one Amy used on the press or the studio executives when things went really wrong. It said everything was fine, that what was happening now was only a minor setback. Even if what had happened here was anything but minor. A part of him wanted to shout at the boy, berate him for walking around the way he did, calling attention to sex with every movement of his body, for being blatantly sensual in a way that had to be purposeful. But he couldn’t. You didn’t blame the victim, you didn’t say they deserved something like that for how they moved or dressed or spoke. No one deserved that kind of violation.
He let out a breath at the question, misunderstanding it. He heard the lingering traces of lust mixed with a touch more youth than the boy in front of him had even hinted of having. There was something absolutely heartbreaking about the combination and Dorian assumed the boy meant to ask why he had been assaulted, why the other boy would do something so ugly. He crouched down so that they were on eye level. “It’s alright,” he murmured, soothing as best he could. “He isn’t coming back.”He was slipping a little though and the tones were more sincere, more personal than was strictly required for the situation. He ought to find a teacher and alert them to the situation so they could… could what? What steps could they take that Dorian hadn’t already? Unless Aiden wanted to go to the doctor or press charges, which Dorian would happily help with, it might make things worse for Aiden to have to explain over and over to a large number of people what had happened.
He reached around with one hand and found the only thing in reach was a discarded shirt. It looked like the buttons had been ripped away but at least it was something to start with. He started to put it around the other boy’s shoulders, eyes drawn downward to a streak of red and his fists clenched on the material before he forced himself to relax. Then his eyes trailed down further and locked solidly onto white gold in the shape of a music note and a diamond shaped blue jewel. Eyes that matched the color of the stone stared at it.
“This,” he said suddenly, moving his right hand to gently tap one finger against the pendant, “is not yours.” There was no need to say ‘it’s mine’. That was obvious. He remembered seeing the chain around Aiden’s neck before and now knew why, despite all the playing with the chain, the entire necklace had never made an appearance. Aiden knew it belonged to Dorian and had been hiding it from him. He didn’t hold out his hand in a childish demand for a return of the necklace not distracted enough to have forgotten the trauma Aiden had probably just gone through, but he did watch it catch a bolt of lightning, shimmering for a moment in reflection of the storm outside.
Instead his hands resumed their original movements, drawing the shirt around the boy in front of him. In his mind, certain dots were connecting. The drunken night. Aizen's description of a prostitute who looked similar enough to be drunkenly mistaken for him. The way his mind had painted too-vivid images of what Aiden would taste like if Dorian allowed himself the pleasure. But why hadn't Aiden said anything about it when he'd introduced himself later?
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 9:06 pm
What would you have done to save someone you cared for?
I would rather seal their spirits, even if he didn't want me to, then to see him die the same way...Minagi he pointed out a small pathway for the students as they rushed out to the dormitories. His ears perked when he head Sour-sunshine behind him yelling. "Oh so Sour-Sunshine does care for his students." He brushed his hair back lightly, almost as if he was fluffing it out. "And besides, that was my little brother." The long hair blonde added with fake innocence. He was grinning widely at his disgust.To those who want to tell me it's not okay for a man to dress this way
Well you probably have the same hobby [EXIT -> Dormitories]
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 9:38 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world  Kaito rolled his eyes slightly at Jack's answer, although his stomach certainly reacted to the heat in it. Jack was thinking things best left out of the public eye and didn't seem to afraid to let him know it. A shiver passed down his spin at the mental image that came with his next words. His minds-eye easily playing back the moments on plane when he'd lost control in a small public bathroom.
But they couldn't stay where they were as students were already moving quickly to the exits. Jack sliding arm around him as he guided them through the group, thankfully staying away from a large gathering of people. As soon as he'd faced away from his red-head the ice barrier had closed back around him. The combination of Jack's presence at his back and his natural presence around other people and they weren't jostled too much despite the dark.
"Your incuragable."Kaito drawled although there wasn't much argument in his tone. He had honestly thought that he would be as drawn to sex as he was, but with his roommate it was hard not to think about it almost all the time. Jack's light touches and insatiable appetite didn't help his control any. So he just sighed and leaned back a little into him as his slate blue eyes watched the students on the occasional times he could when the light would flash brilliantly from outside.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 9:52 pm
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill. Aiden blinked slowly when Dorian crouched down near him, almost expecting him to touch him or something similar. It would have made more sense, to have him take him at that point. The dark haired boy was USED to something like that, not this strange comforting that made him feel awkward. So when the bruentte reached for him he relaxed and cold his eyes, accepting it. Only...nothing happened.
Slowly his docile midnight blue orbs opened once more as he felt cloth settled on his shoulder. Something very close to haunted entered his orbs as the lightly blue glanced at his neck where the blood sat like a dark stain, not remembering for the moment that his gaze had caught on the pendant. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.
But Dorian brought his attention to his pendant by tapping it and calmly announcing that it wasn't his. Like a shutter closing the look in his eyes faded back to the meek and docile one, yet oddly he wasn't willing to give it back. Normally he would have, but then normally he wouldn't have taken it in the first place. His head leaned back against the wall as he simply went limp and reached up to brush a finger in a caress down the stone.
"It is now."he announced in his bedroom voice, no real power behind the declaration but for someone as submissive as Aiden it was an equivalent of throwing a fit. But instead of forcing the issue to try and take it back he returned to pulling the shirt up around his naked form. His gaze settled sightlessly on the wall to their side, tipped so the dark strands of his hair almost covered them from sight.
"Do you want me?"he asked softly, not liking the feeling that he was missing something, like he owed the boy in front of him. Aiden only had one way to pay. His emotions were toying with him enough tough that there was only a sort of blank acceptance in his bedroom voice as his fingers passed over the pendant once more like a worry stone.You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 10:06 pm
I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box "Oh shut up."Ash snorted, not liking being told he cared about something. They were just his responsibility, that was all. He wasn't going to let anything happen on his watch for that reason. He glared from behind his thin-rimmed glasses as the blonde flipped his hair back behind him in a tossing gesture. The fact that for a split second he wondered what his hair actually felt like only made his scowl worse as the bright flare of the end of the cigarette announced a deep inhalation. He blew it out after a moment, like he'd counted to ten to try and control himself. All he had was a flashlight, probably shouldn't kill the idiot.
"That wasn't mentioned in your profile. And regardless, he's a student here, you can't dress him up like a doll."he growled, not particularly impressed by the relationship. In some ways it almost made it weirder. Guy goes around kissing strangers and dressing his siblings up like maids. He didn't appreciate it happening at HIS school.
It was probably for this reason that he ended up storming after the blonde and the students clustered around him like a mother hen with her chicks. His hand tightened around the flashlight as he took another hit from his cigarette and pulled it from his mouth so the glowing ember moved to his side.
[exit] when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 10:12 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack noted Kaito’s response but didn’t really count it as an insult or a sign of protest. It was true after all, a simple description of the redhead, particularly in relation to the boy he was holding on to. He was completely caught up in the blue haired male and it seemed only fair that he do everything in his power to draw the other towards him, tempting him and seeking him out at every opportunity. He was going to make Kaito as dependent on him as Jack found himself. It seemed Kaito was already headed in that direction, responding best to him, sometimes only to him, but there was no reason to stop encouraging that. Everything flew out of Jack’s mind when Kaito was around. Everything but how he looked or sounded or smelled or tasted or felt. He was well aware his mind had developed a one-track habit but there wasn’t much he could do to fight it. There wasn’t any way to even want to fight it.
He nuzzled Kaito, draping an arm around him with a lazy possessiveness. Jack rather liked the idea of the students around them seeing the gesture and knowing what it meant. It would make things easier all around if people realized there were certain ties in existence that had not been before and attempts at subverting them would be met with irrational levels of violence. The bruised throat and headache that brunette from the classroom had gotten away with would look downright cuddly in comparison. It crossed Jack’s mind to wonder what had happened to Magpie, but the little protective instinct that had been planted wasn’t strong enough to seek the other out. Again Kaito clouded the rest of his mind.
“I’m not Incorrigible, I’m Jack,” he said against Kaito’s ear, the smirk settled in its usual place. “Should we find some way to help you remember that name a little longer this time?” God it was fun to tease him. With anyone else Jack would have met the words with laughter or a grin or maybe a middle finger if the person wasn’t someone who he counted as being close enough to say that kind of thing. But that drawl did nothing but make Jack want to introduce a new stutter to the smooth tone.
He clung a little tighter to the boy suddenly, pausing midstep and letting the rest of the class move on without them. He drew in a few deep breaths. “We can go where ever you want,” he murmured. “But either way you’re stuck with me, Doc.”
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" S t a n d i n g . o n . t h e . e d g e . . . "
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 10:25 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world For someone that prided themselves on their control and further their distance from the rest of the human population, his attachment to Jack made no sense. The red-head was constantly touching him, faint brushes, or even the more blatant nuzzling like he was doing nose. Where that SHOULD have brought out Kaito's need to break a rather important bone in someone instead he found his head tilting to give the other boy better access as he shivered in the possessive hold. Literally he was powerless against his roommate.
It only got proven one more time as Jack murmured in his ear that his name wasn't incorrigible, bringing what would have turned into an eyeroll had he not continued that statement with one that short circuited his brain straight into the way the other boy had moved to force him to scream his name in a crowded plane, storm or no storm. Kaito literally jerked in his movements, his breath sucking in sharply before he controlled himself. But the damage was done. He'd gone unconsciously passive against the red-haired boy's hold only to stiffen up a moment later when he realized he'd done it. At that point Jack pulled him tighter and forced them to a complete stop.
Slate blue eyes stared at the darkness ahead of them, hearing the other students move past them as he ran a quick flick of his tongue over his lips while behind him Jack drew in a deep breath. The words turning him to liquid once more as he relaxed fully into the red-head's arms turning his head enough that on the next strike of lightning he could look up at the amethyst pair.
"We can always lock the door from the inside."Kaito breathed, full surrender in his tone as his good hand lifted and settled lightly on the arms holding him. He was so lost. Jack was buried deeply enough that he wasn't sure how he could work around it. It made it hard to think, hard to plan, because the future wasn't sure to have the red-head and that was quickly becoming unacceptable. Slowly, it was forming in his mind, that he was going to have to do something very permanent to make sure his Jack was safe. At the moment that meant his father. The dark knowledge of what he'd have to do drifted like a cloud over the slate orbs and vanished although it never touched his expression.
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