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Example 1:

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of numerical torture, classes ended. Wanting to avoid being spoken to or asked out or whatever else his silly admirers had planned for him today, he packed up what little he had on the desk and swiftly exited the room. Not having joined any clubs, the young God hadn’t much to do after hours. Usually he’d find himself hiding in the library, on his way home, maybe deciding to get take-out for dinner but today he thought he’d hang about the soccer field. He himself did not play, however some of his friends did. Plus, it never ceased to amuse him how they constantly tried to one up each other whenever he watched. Other students wouldn’t see it, they only thought of it as the usual competition to get his attention, but he knew his friends did it all in good fun. With a slight spring in his step, Animus sprinted across to the benches usually reserved for members of the team. No one would raise any objections to him sitting there after all; it was also preferable to the bleachers where fans of the actual players sat drooling with hearts in their eyes. Barely any minutes passed before his friends noticed his presence, giving him a wave which he gladly returned before going back to their practice session. Pulling his legs to his chest, he watched as most of the team tried to beat the combined efforts of their captain and co-captain. The semi-blonde male took pity on them, they weren’t bad but his two friends had been playing soccer practically their whole lives and made it a point to practice at any opportunity. As their practice continue to be a one-sided game, Animus decided he’d sight-see, no use in watching people get creamed. He twitched slightly, feeling a familiar presence and equally familiar stare, looking at the school building before him from window to window until he saw the speck of red he’d unconsciously come to know well. The position caught him slightly off-guard. As he’d remembered, that was where the art room was. Was this ill-mannered redhead actually a member? He never knew the other to be an artist in any sense of the word but he supposed he never really knew the other at all and so should not be judging him. He supposed it was a good thing he’d never joined the club himself, despite multiple attempts to recruit him and none too subtle hints from his own friends to do so. Tilting his head, he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone and swiped around swiftly for the message screen. 'You make art-' It occurred to him that he didn’t really know how to address the other considering their earlier encounter. His fingers hovered over the screen as he thought about this for a moment but finally he decided to simply address the other by their family name for now. 'I had no idea you were in the art club, Hartmann. I didn’t take you for the art making type, it’s interesting. Show me some time, I’d like to see your art.' Not wanting to overthink himself, he sent the message as soon as he felt it was more than enough. He didn’t know how the other would react but he hoped it wouldn’t get him on the others bad side, that was the last thing he needed or wanted right now. Not really expecting a reply anytime soon, he turned away from the window and resumed watching the practice before him.

Example 2:

After a whole night spent shushing his brother into sleep, the God of Miracles wasn’t exactly happy when morning came and they were forced out of bed. Sometimes he cursed the fact that his father could control the sun, it simply meant that the man could direct its painful rays right into their eyes. Yes, it meant they both awoke at appropriate times but Animus was never a morning person and he himself did not particularly like day time in general. Besides that they were both still rather ruffled by the events of the night prior, so far it did not seem like the day would be a good one. Turning his head slightly, he watched his twin walk beside him carrying his favorite plush toy. The sight would usually bring a smile to the older brother’s face however as of now it did not due to the fact that his brother had gone into silence. He sighed softly, reaching a hand out to pet the younger twin’s head although it saddened him a bit when he received no purring for his efforts. It occurred to him that he would be left to deal with their problematic guests with Animus choosing to mute himself. He supposed that was inevitable, Animus had little to no sympathy for anyone who would use such tactics in a fight and it did not help his mood when he was told that the other brother hadn’t seen anything amiss with it either. Letting out yet another sigh, Essentia straightened his back as they neared said guests rooms. Carefully ridding his face of any emotions, he knocked audibly and entered with Animus following him in silently. “Good morning. I hope you slept well.” He raised a slight brow at what looked like the two packing up their belongings. “I certainly hope this mess was caused by you unpacking and not repacking. Neither I nor my brother said you were dismissed from the fortress. On the contrary, you are expected to learn from yesterdays… slip up, shall we say, and not run with your tails between your legs.” As easily as it was to breath, he grasped their bags with his mental abilities, shaking them of their contents then throwing them into some corner of the room. “Now then, we shall take you down to the dragon stables underneath the fortress. Your new task is to maintain and care for the dragons. You will bathe them, feed them, groom them, play with them, give them exercise and general fulfill any requirements they need. Understood?” He glared pointedly at Destian. “When we are satisfied you will be allowed to resume missions. And furthermore, you are in charge.” He turned his gaze to Mattix with. “I’m sure that at the very least you should be able to teach your brute of a brother how to care for creatures, yes? Good. Now, you will follow us to the stables. After you’ve acquainted yourself with your new surroundings, you may fetch breakfast for yourselves and the dragons.” Seeing that Animus was already out the door, he followed suit knowing that at least Destian would follow. The man was most likely happy to be given any sort of chance to redeem himself. As for the other, he didn’t particularly care if he actually came along or not but expected the other would just to make himself look good. It caused a shiver to run down Essentia’s spine honestly, he couldn’t understand how the other could’ve felt anything for someone he’d only just met.