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 Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 10:52 pm
He stretched until he felt something pop in his shoulder before clasping his hands on top of his head while he wandered. Bright eyes met passing faces, a warm and friendly smile constantly stretched across his face. Oh yeah. He was enjoying today. Just like he enjoyed any other day. Although the past couple days had been more laid back than usual. Lycander sighed. Clearly, the remedy for this was to find something amusing to do for today. Which was why he was currently wondering around the academy. Doing so usually resulted in him finding something to do.
And today was apparently not going to be any different. Pausing while he walked, Lycander tilted his head and listened. The sound was pleasant in its own way. Hypnotizing almost. It wasn't happy. But the music he heard didn't need to be a happy upbeat tune. This was something that made you stop and really listen. Not listen and start to dance around, only paying attention to the beat of the tune.
Hands lowering, Lycander started to move in the direction the music was coming from. He followed it with a hooded gaze, easily stepping around people he passed, smile still plastered on his face. But his attention for the moment was solely on that beautiful sound he heard.
Lycander found himself silently slipping into the music room a few minutes later, glancing from side to side to make sure there was no class in session. Then his green gaze fell on the piano. And the guy playing it. Not someone he recognized. Well perfect! Now he could say he met someone new today and thus had an awesome day. Clasping his hands behind his head, he walked closer but stopped just shy of the bench the guy was sitting on. His usual spunky meet and greet was put aside for now. Lycander didn't want to interrupt. He was enjoying the music quite a bit. However, this didn't last long as he just couldn't stand not saying hi and finding out who this pale haired boy was.
"You're music is very gorgeous. Can't say I've heard something that well played in a while." He grinned. "Haven't seen you before. Name's Lycander. What's yours? Hope you don't mind that I slipped in here. I just couldn't help it! Had to come see where that fabulous music was coming from." He finally took a breath and actually gave the other a chance to respond. Or stare at him strangely.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 11:19 pm
Slender, work roughened fingers moved across sleek black and white keys, fast yet gentle. Requiem's eyes were open, golden eyes looking at each key his fingers touched, each brush of his hand against the instrument. The music flowed through his veins, each touch, each press of his foot against the pedals on the floor, the rise and fall of the notes, the way the melody seared into his very soul. He did not have sheet music; rarely did he use it, unless he felt the need to learn a new piece instead of composing his own. There was little that Requiem was truly good at, but being able to play by ear was one of the gifts that he took great care in preserving and protecting. It had taken him a long time to get to this point, but he was here, and he would do the best with what he had while he had it.
Lost completely in the music, Requiem did not notice the door opening, nor the figure that stepped quietly into the room and stood a few feet away. When he played, he paid attention to little else but the instrument itself, and now was not any different. The tune this time was again, not a positive or upbeat one, the bittersweet notes sweeping throughout the room and enveloping it. It was not exactly sad in nature, persay, but it was nowhere near the so-called "happy" music all of his past instructors had wished him to play. Requiem simply felt more at ease with more serious music; it was more in tune with his own soul, after all; his own feelings and emotions.
After a long while his hands began to slow until they stopped completely, and Requiem dragged himself back into reality. It was only then that he realized he was no longer alone.
"Oh," he said, blinking up at the newcomer - obviously a witch, by the look of his clothing; he was not wearing a uniform, after all. The sudden rush of words from the redhead's mouth startled him, and for a second Requiem was a slight loss, confusion furrowing his brow. After a moment he said quietly "...thank you."
There was a pause. Then he added, somewhat belatedly "My name is Requiem. And I'm glad that you find my music pleasing. I...apologize for not greeting you earlier; I did not see you enter."
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 12:43 am
A sigh escaped as the music died down, the last of the notes barely whispering through the air. That had been so lovely to hear. He felt strangely calm, almost peaceful. The only problem was, this didn't mesh well with his usual attitude. So it barely lasted before the cheerful redhead was rocking back on his heels grinning like an idiot. Hey! He knew how to appreciate good music! And good people. And shiny-
"You're quite welcome." He tilted his head a little, red strands falling across his eyes before he brushed them out of the way. "Requiem..." he drawled, like he was tasting a fine wine. "Pleasure to meet you! No need to apologize. I just snuck in without asking anyways. Should be me saying sorry. But, really, your music was quite hypnotic." Grinning, he got a good look at Requiem, now that his music wasn't distracting him. His clothes told Lycander he wasn't a witch yet. A witchling then. The other appeared to be a little shorter than he was, though it was hard to tell when Requiem was currently sitting down. His hair was a pleasant pale color (at least Lycander felt it was a pleasant color). And his eyes! Lycander made a soft sound of approval at those eyes. Such a lovely shade of gold.
"It's very pleasing. Have to admit it is nice to just listen to something that isn't so energetic and demanding your attention." He swept his head back and tapped at his chin, one arm now crossing his chest while the other rested against it. "What you play is more melodic. Snags your attention and makes you listen closely. Like it will tell you a secret." At least, that was how he felt when listening. "Where did you learn to play so well, if you don't mind me asking?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:09 pm
What Requiem noticed about Lycander first was that he talked.
A lot.
Not that it was a particularly bad thing; more like...unusual. Requiem wasn't entirely used to conversing with someone who seemed to have so much to say. Both of his parents were of little words, and Requiem himself usually tended to stay quiet, preferring to speak only when spoken to. This made him seem rather off-putting at times, and there were times when the students his own age called him "aloof" or said things like "he believes he's too good for us, obviously." None of these were the case, of course, but Requiem did not bother to dispute their misguided beliefs; after all, people tended to believe only what they wished to.
"...thank you," he said again, his voice low as he carefully closed the lid to the piano, sliding his fingers absently along the cold, sleek cover; an almost subconscious gesture.
"I do not prefer to play to 'demand attention,' as you put it," Requiem said, his shoulders rising and falling in a mild shrug. "I see little purpose in performing to do nothing but perform. There is no point in playing music if you are only playing to achieve fame and fortune. Disrespecting the music like that will get you nothing in the end."
Swiveling around to sit sideways on the piano bench, Requiem regarded Lycander somewhat warily. The compliments were nice, of course, but at the same time they made him feel slightly uncomfortable; like he didn't deserve such praise. "I...was taught piano from a series of personal tutors growing up," he answered, settling his hands into his lap, absently tugging at one of his sleeves. But after they discovered I was a Majin, I was subsequently dropped and after that I taught myself."
He spoke very clearly and concisely, without any preamble; though he did not go around showing off his real nature, he did not try to hide it either. It was a mere fact of life, one that he felt needed no explanation. He was a Majin, and would never be a human; it was as simple as that.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 11:10 am
He was starting to wonder if either Requiem was shy, didn't like to talk, or wasn't used to talking. Well, he could more than make up for lack of talking! But he was quite happy to be getting some responses from him. Really, Lycander just loved meeting new people and getting to know them. He wasn't out to have the biggest friend's list and make himself seem popular (though he'd heard people whisper this about him). No, Lycander was just a very social guy. And Requiem was just stuck being the one to receive all the cheerful and bubbliness that was Lycander.
He just smiled and nodded in response to the 'thank you' again. Lycander watched as he closed the lid to the piano, fingers sliding along the cool surface. It reminded him of when he himself came across gold whatever. Since it really didn't matter what the gold object was. He still loved it all the same.
"That may be why your music captured my attention. Anyone who bothers to listen would be able to hear, as you say, the respect you have for it." His head bobbed up and down as he agreed with his own words. There had been respect and something else in the music. Green eyes regarded the other boy, flickering to the piano, then back. Requiem took great care in treating the instrument with the respect it rightly deserved. Lycander was starting to like this Requiem.
....wait, what? Lycander blinked almost owlishly. Had he just heard that right? That one had caught him off guard. It wasn't so much the fact that he was a Majin (though it might have struck Requiem as the reason for his startled posture) but at how readily he seemed to admit it. Lycander would have figured that anyone that was a Majin would try to hide it. Clearly, he'd been wrong (or hadn't met very many). This was...new. Absently, Lycander ran his fingers along a gold cuff bracelet he wore. It was a subconscious gesture much like Requiem had shown by running his hand along the piano.
Head tilted, he looked over the other again. There was nothing discernibly different between them. Requiem didn't have horns sprouting out of his head (not that he really expected such a thing to have been the case). And he wasn't bat s**t crazy either. Just a quiet boy who didn't seem to socialize very much. "Taught yourself, eh? Wow. That's very impressive. I'm guessing you probably surpassed your tutors then." He offered him a grin, now having recovered from his previous shock. "Is piano the only thing you play? Or did you teach yourself to play other instruments?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 10:46 pm
It was becoming rapidly more clear to Requiem that this...Lycander was just as talkative as Requiem was, in fact, not. He seemed to move a mile a minute, his eyes alight with his feelings, which were worn somewhat more openly than what Requiem was used to seeing. However, it was not discouraging; if anything, he felt rather...awkward around him now, since he was not used to such simple honesty. It was as if Lycander just said what it was that he was thinking without beating around the bush; there was no unnecessary preamble to his words, and it was...interesting.
That, and the fact that he seemed to take what he was saying seriously. Many times when Requiem had spoken of the music as if it were a person and not an inanimate object he had gotten strange looks, even irritated ones. Various instructors had told him to stop personifying something that was not alive, but to Requiem the music was as alive as he was. Ans strangely enough, Lycander seemed to understand that.
"I give respect where respect is due," Requiem said quietly, his eyes briefly flitting towards the now closed piano again. "And hopefully I get it in return, though admittedly that is not always the case."
He had been watching Lycander carefully when he had mentioned being a Majin, his gaze silent and careful, steadying it with the emerald of the other boy's. For a moment or two he wasn't sure how Lycander would react. Would he get angry? Upset? Stalk out in fear that Requiem would want his heart? It was difficult enough to contain the animalistic cravings that he experienced on a daily basis; other people being paranoid around him was turning out to be normal for him. So he sat there and waited for the inevitable.
Except...it didn't come. In fact, there was almost no reaction at all. A slight hesitation, some mild scrutinizing, and then Lycander kept speaking, as if he hadn't even heard him. Requiem blinked up at the other boy in surprise, his eyes widening slightly. Strange, he thought, and reached a hand up, rubbing the back of his neck absently. How very strange...
"I would not know if I surpassed them," he answered him honestly, with a small shrug as he dropped his hand back into his lap. "I have not had the opportunity to meet with them again. As for other instruments...well, I can play a small bit of the violin and perhaps sing a few songs, but nowhere near as well as I can play the piano."
A pause. Requiem tilted his head up slightly. "Do you play?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 7:59 pm
Rocking back on his heels, Lycander let his gaze hood over as he watched Requiem. There was such a respectful atmosphere about him where the piano was concerned. Unless you were blind, anyone could see what he was talking about and the passion he felt towards the music. "If I do say so myself, I think you definitely had it's respect today." He said easily with that cheerful smile of his. "And I bet it still sounds quite lovely even when there is some loss of respect between you two. Probably not nearly as emotionally pleasing, but still beautiful all the same."
The redheaded witch still watched the Majin closely. He wanted to understand better how Requiem felt about himself being a Majin. Not to mention that Lycander could count on one hand how many times he'd met a Majin before. Actually, aside from horror tales, he didn't think he knew much about them. Only the typical 'protect your heart' shenanigans. Yet, standing here and talking with the quiet young man, Lycander couldn't discern any real difference between either of them. Aside from the fact he talked more. No surprise there. Lycander had not found anyone that could out talk him yet. "I wouldn't doubt it. Have you seen how instructors of any sort drawl on and on in those monotone voices of theirs? Of course you have. The passionate teachers are hard to find. And then the ones you think are passionate tend to just be crazy." He snickered at this. "I had a crazy teacher. That was probably the best class I had." And the most eventful.
Moving on from instructors, "Oooh, the violin? That is a sexy instrument to learn to play." His grin turned into that cheshire like one. "But the piano will always be the number one most sexiest instrument to play." Emerald eyes widened even more. "And you sing? There is no way you can be single." Alright, maybe he was starting to tread into dangerous waters. Subject change! Good thing he was good at talking about a lot of stuff. "Do you have any favorites that you play or sing? Better yet, do you play and sing at the same time? That would be so amazing to hear!" Wait, he was supposed to move into different topics. Requiem's question made him pause in finding a new topic. "Me? Play? Can't say that I do. Never learned. Was always out and about, meeting new people, shopping, just general socializing."
Topic! He had a topic. Though it would probably be equally as awkward as the previous. But Lycander couldn't help himself. "What is it like being a Majin? I will admit I don't know much about them. Except for what people say. 'Watch out for those monsters!'. Or, 'guard your heart'." The redhead snorted. "But does anyone ever ask how they feel? What it's like for them? As far as I can tell, you aren't any different from me or anyone else." They all had cravings of some sort. It was just a Majin's bad luck to have a lethal one. "Is it weird? Annoying? Tiresome? I'd think it was tiresome with how people treat you." Hmm. Maybe that wasn't a good subject either? But he was full of such curiosity! "Please forgive me if I'm being too forward or rude in asking such things." Lycander added with a sheepish smile that carried a hint of shyness.
"So, besides playing the piano, what else do you enjoy to do?" The redhead just smiled charmingly, finally taking a break in all his questions and chatter.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 2:26 pm
"Ah," said Requiem. "Thank...thank you."
He paused for a moment, taken aback by the words that Lycander had chosen to use. Sexy? It seemed...quite an odd thing for a boy to say, especially in regards to another boy. Or at least, with regards to an instrument that another boy played. It confused him, Requiem's brows drawing together as the faintest tinge of pale red dusted his cheeks. He felt suddenly very awkward sitting there, wondering what exactly was going on in Lycander's head and whether or not he actually wanted to find out. The boy was different from anyone else he had met, but at the same time, quite a bit stranger and certainly louder than who he was used to.
At the same time, he did seem to understand Requiem's respect towards the music he so dearly loved, which was something that not very many people could attest to. Lycander was a contradiction in terms, and Requiem was having quite a bit of difficulty attempting to figure him out.
Especially after that "there is no way you can be single" comment. What did that even mean? Requiem was assuming that it had something to do with having a girlfriend, but since when did music and dating have anything to do with one another?
"Er," he said, after a long minute of silence. "I, er...thank you."
Another pause. Requiem twisted his hands together. "I can't sing at the same time I am playing," he answered finally, with a tinge of regret to his voice. "I'm afraid I have not that talent that some possess. I can only do one thing or the other, and that is that."
"What is it like being a Majin?"
The question was not entirely unexpected; in fact, Requiem had mostly been waiting for it. Sooner or later everyone who did not immediately run from him on sight asked it. Although asking straight out was rather unusual; most of the time people tended to beat around the bush, hesitant and awkward with their morbid fascinations. Reaching up a hand, he let his fingers absently brush against the headphones that lay against his shoulders.
"How I feel?" Requiem repeated, then lapsed into a thoughtful silence. "It's...tiresome, I suppose," he said, then gave a noncommittal shrug, his shoulders rising and falling with practiced motions. "I care little for the opinions of others, and I have long since grown used to their feelings towards the likes of me, so I don't particularly find it bothersome anymore."
It was mostly true; Requiem did not really notice the way people tended to shy away from him anymore, nor was he really concerned that they did. His eyes flickered towards the other boy with a hint of curiosity to them; an unusual feeling in Requiem, as he usually did not care much for what other people thought or believed.
"...and what of you?" he asked, disregarding Lycander's last question easily. "What do you think of the Majin?"
He did not particularly know why he was asking, but Lycander was not the same as the others he had met; even within the first few moments of meeting him Requiem could tell that. Whether or not that was a good thing, however, was something else entirely.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 7:59 pm
One thought after another kept flashing through his mind, too fast to pick just one. So Lycander would settle for speaking rapidly then pausing to let the new thoughts chase one another around until he was able to make them come out in anything other than a jumble of sounds that might be words. Of course, watching Requiem was also distracting in it's own way. Was the other blushing? That was so a blush wasn't it? It was kind of cute on his pale cheeks. Oops. Alright so the previous topic had definitely not been the best of choices. Oh wait, he was being thanked again. That was adorable too.
"Just speaking truth, here. You really are skilled. And those that can't see that are just daft and blind. Hey! Do you like music in general then? Any specific kind? Or maybe something like theater performance? Where they sing and dance?" Dancing. Such a lovely thing to watch. Especially with those tight leggings the guys had to wear. "And you're welcome, by the way."
Lycander clasped his hands behind his back now, standing without rocking back on his heels for the moment. "That is that? Hmmm....well that just means you can find someone to do duets with you. Someone skilled at singing where you are skilled at playing the piano. Probably wouldn't be easy to find someone to sing with the same passion felt in your music." He pondered that. No one he'd met even came remotely close to being good enough. "But who needs to do both? Personally, there is a lack in individuals, such as yourself, that just devote their time to playing. Too many people nowadays are singing and playing some sort of instrument." Emerald eyes blinked as the redhead took in some air.
How sad. He thought, nodding a little. "I imagine it gets very tiresome." Lycander murmured, frowning a little at the rest. "What about friends?" Surely even Requiem would care about the feelings of friends? Wait. Lycander's brain did the mental equivalent of a screeching halt. Did Requiem have any friends? Lycander couldn't possibly believe that he did not. He was too sweet! Surely he had to have several?
"Me...?" The redhead blinked owlishly. What did he think of Majin? Most people would probably shy away from answering or go into a tirade of how much they disliked, feared, felt the Majin should be killed. Lycander, however, never thought of any of that. He didn't even hesitate on his answer. "That they are misunderstood. Not given any chances. Not that much different from a Witch like me. So Majin crave our hearts? There are people that crave attention with the same amount of passion. Or food. Or even sex." The last made his lips quirk up. "There are some freaky people that crave sex, let me tell you. Majin aren't any worse." Was he really comparing Majin to people who liked sex? Why yes. Yes he was. And it didn't phase him one bit. He just stood with his hands behind his back, that quirky grin on his face.
The simplified translation that Lycander of course couldn't have given was that he found Majin to be just like any other race. They had their good seeds and their bad. But, regardless of their title, they were still living, thinking individuals with feelings just like him. They were just simply different. Plain and simple with no strings attached.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 10:34 am
Requiem was slowly beginning to paint a mental picture of Lycander in his head. The boy was extravagant, talkative, cheerful, and extraordinarily open with his ways, and he had a flair about him that drew the eye towards him, even if one did not intend it to. Lycander was unusual, but he was not unpleasant; at least, not from what Requiem had seen so far. What he had seen so far was simply a boy who was passionate about the things he enjoyed.
Which rather connected the dots in Requiem's mind of just what kind of boy Lycander was. And when the picture was finally complete, there was a soft oh of understanding in his mind, the image of Lycander sharpening.
He scrutinized the other for a long moment, tilting his head, but it was not a particularly harsh stare, and Requiem looked away after a moment, his thoughts twisting around in his head. Despite his time at Makai he hadn't really ever met anyone...quite like Lycander. It was a curious matter, one that made him want to speak to him more as if to quell any rumors he had heard, but simultaneously he was a tad wary.
Then he realized that that wariness was the same sort of feeling others held towards him, and Requiem relaxed a little, pushing aside his concerns. It would do no good to dwell on things he had no control over, after all. Lycander was who he was, and Requiem was who he was. They were simply two people that existed.
"I - er...thank you," he said again, then shook his head, the faintest, barest hint of a smile touching his lips; though it disappeared as quickly as it had come. "I'm afraid I am not a very good dancer, nor a very good singer, so theater is not really an option for me. Though I do enjoy going, but mostly just to hear the music."
Requiem hesitated, frowning a bit. "Friends?" he repeated, as if the word were foreign to him. He shook his head. "I'm...afraid, I do not have very many acquaintances that I can call that. Being what I am makes it difficult for me to maintain any sort of lasting bond."
There was that silence again as Requiem stared at Lycander, floundering internally. He wasn't entirely certain he had heard the other boy correctly; in fact, he had to listen to him carefully to actually get what he was saying, and when he did get it, Requiem felt his face flush again, this time a brighter red than before.
This boy... he thought, eyes wide. He's so...brazen. Where does he get that sort of confidence, I wonder..?
For the first time in a very long time, laughter escaped Requiem's lips, and it continued for several minutes. He shook his head, pushing himself to his feet and brushing his hair away from his face as he folded his arms across his chest and regarded Lycander, the faint hint of a smile still there.
"You are quite unusual, for a human," Requiem said. "And this coming from a Majin."
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 4:37 pm
He was aware - sort of - that the other was watching him closely. For what, Lycander didn't know nor did he care. The shy and quiet young man probably wasn't used to someone as rapid as the redhead was. Which was nothing new. A lot of people weren't prepared for his fast talk. Or his endless supply of things to talk about. But for some reason, he did want Requiem to like him. There was something about the Majin that Lycander liked. Maybe it was just his quieter personality.
"No problem." Lycander smiled, eyes lighting up just a little seeing the barely there smile that appeared on Requiem's lips before it vanished. Ah, but he'd seen it and it had been charming to know that he was able to at least bring a smile to the shy one's face. "Not necessarily true. You could always be part of the instrumentals of a theater and provide the music they get to sing to." He compromised. "That way, you can not only hear to music and be there, but also be part of the music itself." The redhead grinned at this thought and wondered if it would appeal to Requiem or not.
That cheerful grin faded from his face as emerald eyes looked over Requiem sharply. He was being truthful. So just because he was a Majin meant he couldn't have any friends? Or so others had seen fit to make the silent message clear. Well, he was pro at doing the unexpected now, wasn't he? "Well, you have one now." He said matter of factly. "So you can't claim there isn't at least one person anymore."
The silence that came from Requiem's end as he made his comparison was understandable and Lycander couldn't help but chuckle softly. Alright, so maybe he was more comfortable with talking about some subjects than other people. Really, it was just a word wasn't it? Sex didn't mean have sex with me please! He was slightly concerned that maybe he shouldn't have used that comparison when the silence continued. However he was well rewarded with an adorable flush spreading along Requiem's face. "Err, alright so perhaps that may not have been the best thing to use...but it's true!" The redhead scratched at his nose, not really bothered by anything that had been said or reactions that had occurred.
The laughing though. Now that was a pleasant sound to hear. Especially from someone who had been fairly quiet and soft spoken this whole time. His laugh was rich to the ears and Lycander felt almost like he'd passed some sort of test. When Requiem stood, after his laughter had subsided, Lycander noted Requiem was a little taller than average. Fairly close to his own height actually. Just a little shorter. Emerald eyes followed the movement of arms as they crossed over his chest. At his words, Lycander gave the Majin a quirky grin followed by a bow. "Why thank you, dear Majin." He replied cheerfully, throwing in a wink. Straightening, he asked, "If you don't have anything particular planned, care to chat a little more?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 9:23 pm
"That is true," Requiem said, almost thoughtfully. "I had...not ever thought of being a part of the orchestra for a theatre production. It is...an interesting concept."
For the most part, Requiem had spent his musical time alone. He had never played the piano with anyone other than himself (barring that one unexpected incident where Orpheus had joined him, but he had not known the boy at the time and he had not noticed him there), so the thought of playing with a full orchestra was slightly daunting. He wasn't sure he'd be able to do it, or do it well enough to play in tandem with others, but still...it made him lapse into silence for a moment, mulling over the thought.
He did not notice the sharp gaze in Lycander's eyes at first, so deep into his own musings he was. But after a bit he glanced up, then blinked, his eyebrows furrowing in mild confusion at the intensity in the other boy's vibrant green eyes. What is it that he wants me to say, I wonder? Requiem thought. It is the truth and -
His jaw snapped shut abruptly, Lycander's declaration having successfully shut him up properly. Well, you have one now," the boy had said. I have a friend now, is that it..? Requiem wondered, raising a hand to absently tap a finger against his chin. He had never really had real friends before; at least none that he could refer to as being close to. Acquaintances, yes, and enemies, certainly (though the hatred was generally one sided on the other's part, since Requiem himself had no desire to pick any fights most of the time), but not real, genuine friends.
It was a confusing concept. Requiem's hand rubbed the back of his neck, trying to get used to the term. Friends. He had a friend now.
Gold eyes lifted to meet Lycander's emerald ones, and for once Requiem did not feel the need to either defend himself, walk away, or make up some vague excuse about having to leave. But he slipped his hands into his pockets and stepped towards the door of the music room. He didn't take that last step out, however; instead he paused at the doorway, one hand on the smooth, mahogany wood.
"I must get some dinner," he said, without turning around. There was a small pause, and then Requiem tilted his head back, the barest hint of a smile touching his lips once more. "Though I suppose...
"I wouldn't mind talking on the way there."
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