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 Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 10:33 pm
 His lease had finally come to an end on the apartment unit he was renting. He'd known it was going to happen, and had begun to look into either continuing with his current residence, moving back home to Moonfall, or finding someplace new to live altogether. The decision had taken some thought and a lot of back and forth banter with himself. He liked living at Makai Royal, but he also loved Moonfall - his hometown. Yet he'd heard good things about Lumena as well from the lovely Shea. And he'd managed to make one very small day trip there and loved it. It wasn't Moonfall, and it wasn't Makai Royal either. Yet it seemed to be balanced somewhere in the middle of the two. That, more than anything, seemed to be what lead him to make his choice.
So, Lycander had chosen not to continue his lease with the apartments at Makai Royal. Instead, he started searching around Lumena going off of small small suggestions in places and locations within the Castle town to look. He found several, but managed to narrow it down to two. His final choice was made by which one had a vacancy. And offered to pair you up with roommates that matched your profile (something he'd had to fill out before applying). Having lived on his own for a little bit, Lycander missed the social aspects one could have with a roommate.
And now, he was happily moving in to his new place and eagerly awaiting to meet his new roommate. So far, said roomie had not arrived yet and Lycander had no idea about who it was moving in with him. Just that they had matched him up with someone and there was indeed a second individual that would be living with him. This absence of the person he'd be sharing living space with sort of threw off some of his moving in. How was he supposed to decide which room to have if he couldn't get the others opinion? Lycander had debated on this until he finally chose the room with eastward windows. He had a fine curtain he could hang up to keep the sun from filtering through and waking one up way too early. And, if he wasn't mistaken, this room was just a hairs width smaller than the other. It suited him just fine.
The redhead was standing in what would be the living room...once a few furniture items were added in. He wasn't sure if his new roomie would have any furniture or not. Currently, there were a few boxes shoved into the corner for now and another, smaller one, in his arms. It was the last box full of his personal belongings. Most of his stuff was in the room he had chosen (which really wasn't that much; just enough to fill up a bedroom). His old place had been furnished, so he didn't have much in the form of furniture. Just bedding, kitchenware, bathroom supplies, that sort of stuff. "Obviously, we are going to need a few things." He mused to himself, not sure why he was just standing there, almost lost on what to do.
When would his roommate get here? He really was excited to meet whoever it was. And he hoped they didn't mind him! Maybe that was why he was just standing there like a lost puppy. He was waiting. Waiting to meet his new roommate.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 11:09 pm
 It had taken Requiem a very long time to decide where he was to live after graduating from Makai Academy. At first he had almost stayed; after all, his only friend - if Lycander could even be called that, and Requiem was still wary of overusing or misusing the term - was still there, though he was not a student. Not only that, but Requiem was quite used to living in a single room; he tended to be a little uncomfortable around roommates for the sole reason that the two he had had in the past had both been human. And during the night, when Requiem had had one of his "episodes" the first had completely freaked out and wound up leaving school, paranoid that Requiem was going to eat his heart. The second had merely scoffed, stalked out, and demanded a room change. Requiem had never seen him again.
The idea of living with another person was...troubling. And exciting, sort of. And a little bit...anxious. Requiem's cacophony of emotions were going up and down and up and down like water on a beach, and he could not quite seem to figure out how he was to be feeling. Should he feel nervous? Anxious? Wary? Scared?
He supposed he was a little of all of them; after all, moving in with someone was a big deal, especially seeing as how Requiem did not know his future roommate. After a great amount of internal debating and mulling it over in his head and scribbling out pro and con lists, he had finally decided to take a leap of faith. He had filled out some sort of questionnaire upon signing the lease; something about wanting to make sure that each roommate was paired with someone that would make their stay a pleasant one. Requiem's answers had been short and simple; he had not had a lot to say, and the paperwork after that had seemed endless, but finally he had been handed the keys.
The apartment building was very neatly built; a small, homey place with four spacious apartments, two on each floor. Each one held a kitchen, a living room, and two single bedrooms, as well as a small bathroom. It had seemed nice enough; after all, Requiem himself did not need much.
And now, here he stood, in front of the door to the room. He was hesitating, naturally, unsure of whether or not he actually wanted to go in. Requiem twisted the keys between his fingers, his heart pounding unusually hard.
A roommate, he thought. I've...never had a proper roommate. What if he hates Majin? I suppose that's natural, but it would make things unnecessarily awkward. I put down my race on the form, but perhaps as a cruel joke...
The apartment manager however, had seemed very nice - a grandmotherly woman with curly grey hair and a cheerful smile that had given Requiem a generous hug on his way in this morning. And she had read his application while he had sat there; so he had to admit that she did not seem the type to spontaneously develop a hatred for the Majin.
Standing out here is useless, Requiem thought with a sigh, closing his eyes. Taking a deep breath he finally reached out, fumbling with the key to insert it into the lock and with a click he pushed open the door slowly.
There was a young man standing in the living room - or rather, what would eventually be the living room, once it actually had furniture. Instead there were just several boxes pushed haphazardly to the side and a few pillows tossed around. Except Requiem took no notice of these; his eyes, widened by surprise, were staring at the young man in complete shock.
"...Lycander..?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 11:51 pm
He still hadn't moved since walking in with his last box, glancing around the open space that was in dear need of some furniture. Not that pillows wouldn't do for the moment. It was not preferred, but at least it was something to sit on. Yet he just stood there, mind racing with thoughts ranging from what would look best there to I hope I get a fantastic roomie!. And he really did wish that. For as nice of a person as he could be, Lycander was no fool and knew his personality didn't mesh with everyone. Or at least his bad habit of talking way too much.
The sound of keys at the door had his heart all but stuttering to a stop as emerald eyes widened. Don't freak out. Don't overreact. Give the poor person a chance to take everything in. He kept repeating it over and over in his head. Without even realizing it, he held his breath as the door swung open slowly. Of course it would open slowly. It felt like an eternity. And then...
Lycander blinked. Once. Twice. And when the sight before him still didn't disappear after the third blink, his lips sprang into an instant beaming grin. "Requiem?!" He almost dropped the box in his arms in his excitement. "Are you really my roommate? I mean, obviously you're here and have a key. So that must mean you are..." The redhead just stared, that stupid grin across his face.
"Oh man this is totally awesome! I couldn't have asked for a better roomie." He grinned and finally set the box down , placing it off to the side with the few others. "I just can't believe this. Of all the luck out there. And total random luck at that. Waitaminute." Those emerald eyes widened. "Does this mean you graduated?" There was no masking the new excitement in Lycander's features. "Are you now a full fledged witch?!" This was really too much excitement for someone like him. He was almost speechless from sheer inability to form words with so much 'EEEEEEEEEEEE OMGOMGOMGOMG' going through his mind.
Finally finding a moment of his brain reconnecting with the here and now and not the gibberish in his mind, Lycander gave Requiem a sheepish look. "Are you cool with me as a roommate?" He asked, tilting his head. "I mean, if you have someone else, that sweet older lady with the kind smile could probably help switch some people around." He really didn't want that. Lcyander felt Requiem would be the best roommate he'd had to date. And he was his friend. So of course that made it that much more fantastic, in his opinion.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:32 am
Requiem was still trying to wrap his brain around the fact that Lycander - Lycander - was to be his roommate. Out of every possible candidate he might have run across, Lycander had been the one that the old woman who owned the complex had chosen. It made him wonder what exactly her criteria had been, but then again Requiem had not been that specific in his own survey. All that he had written under Preferences was "Someone who tolerates music and Majin's."
A thought ran through his mind; perhaps Lycander had been the only person to tolerate Majin's. It was a somewhat dismal thought, though not unexpected. Requiem could not hope for the general population of the cities to just suddenly turn around and accept what he was, but it would have been nice to perhaps meet more who did not mind his race. However he looked at it, Lycander's easy nonchalance towards him seemed to be one of a kind; it was rarer than most precious ores, which was strange.
"H...hello," said Requiem hesitantly, shifting from one foot to the other as Lycander grinned at him enthusiastically. Clearly the other young man was excited, which in turn somehow made Requiem feel a bit more relaxed. He had been so concerned about whether or not living with a roommate would even work out, but now that he knew it was Lycander...it was, perhaps, a weight off of his shoulders, in a way.
"Yes, I appear to be your roommate...I, er...what?" Requiem, flustered by the sudden influx of questions that he had grown to understand was merely a characteristic of Lycander. He fiddled with the keys in his hands. "Yes, I did just graduate," he said finally, glancing at the other boy with a mildly tense expression. The graduation ceremony had been harder than he had thought; there had been only the barest minimum of applause for him, and it had mostly been from his own parents, seated in the audience. However, they had clapped for their son with pride and admiration, and Liliana had given anyone who made a negative comment a proud, calm expression without letting it get to her. His parents were strong, at least; and Requiem was grateful for that.
Lycander was giving him a rueful expression, as if he were suddenly aware that he was jumping the gun. Requiem took a step into the apartment, glancing around before he slowly shut the door, still fiddling with the keys.
"I...am not used to having roommates, no," he admitted, taking in the spacious living room, the smaller, tile-floored kitchen, the bare walls. It really was the perfect space to live in; not too big, but not too small either. "I usually find them difficult to work with and understand."
Requiem's eyes went back to Lycander, and he gave a small shrug. "But I suppose...I suppose I would not mind if that roommate were you."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 5:37 pm
He still couldn't believe what good fortune he'd gotten in Requiem for a roommate! Sure, he'd have been alright with anyone, though that small worry that they couldn't stand his constant chatter or upbeat personality would have been there. He had a few friends (many more acquaintances than actual friends) and never minded meeting new people. But Requiem was a pretty cool guy. And Lycander did like hanging around the quieter young man. And living with a roommate was stressful enough when you didn't know the other person at all. This might be much more enjoyable since he actually knew Requiem! And Requiem probably wouldn't be as obnoxious as his last roommate.
"Welcome, then, to your new humble abode." He gestured around, frowning here and there as his mind continued to inform him of things that would probably need to be purchased. Namely something to sit on. Unless they stuck with pillows, which he doubted. Curious, he looked Requiem over. "Have any belongings you need help bringing over?" He asked with that friendly smile that never seemed to go away.
Lycander's eyes hooded a little as he watched the Majin's reaction. Had something happened? No. He didn't think that was it. Something else. The redhead shoved that away for later thoughts, letting his cheerful mood take over. "That's awesome! Congrats! We should totally go out and celebrate that and having a new place." Part of him was sad he hadn't thought to keep up on the graduates. Otherwise, he'd have been there to cheer for everyone. Including Requiem. Probably embarrassingly so. But hey! They all deserved to know they'd done a great job! And that people were proud. "A full fledged witch. Like me. I'm happy for you!"
He laughed. "That is probably a very good way to put it." Lycander definitely had had a few that could fit that category as well. "I dearly hope that I do not fall into that classification. I like to think I'm a simple young man." Shrugging, he gave Requiem a quirky smile. "Feel free to smack me if start to breach that line."
There was no masking the apparent pleasure Lycander felt hearing that Requiem wouldn't mind him as a roommate. "I'm glad you think so." Finally moving from where he'd been standing, he walked over to the other young man and threw an arm over his shoulders. "Come on, take a look at the place. See if you like it!" He gave Requiem a small encouraging push forward. The Majin was so shy! Lycander intended to at least make him less shy around himself. "Oh and, umm..." Lycander felt a faint tinge of red grace his cheeks. "My mother didn't know who my roommate would be, but she felt the need to send some homemade fudge over." He nodded towards the fridge. "It's in there. For you. A 'welcome to your new pad' thing and all."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 9:22 pm
It would take some getting used to, having a roommate. He would have to learn to share things, have to learn to keep his things neat and tidy (though he did that out of habit already). And most of all, he would have to learn how to communicate properly. His parents, as good and decent as they were, had never really been able to get their son to accomplish that goal. Requiem naturally kept to himself, preferring to quietly suffer through whatever taunting or complications there tended to be. He was not used to confiding in people; uncertain of how much one was to share and what one was to keep to themselves. It was a fine line, he supposed, but something told him that with Lycander everything would work out. The other young man was, after all, one of the most laid back, easygoing people he had ever met.
Perhaps it would not be so bad, Requiem reasoned with himself. Perhaps he and Lycander would be good roommates; and maybe they would be able to have a solid friendship grow out of it, though Requiem was still a little wary. He was unnaturally shy around him, but at the moment it was only because of the sudden reappearance. He was used to seeing Lycander perhaps once a week before; now he would be seeing him every day.
It was a strange thought. Requiem's eyes flitted towards the redhead, shifting from one foot to the other. "Ah," he said, and waved a hand rather uselessly, gesturing to the bag over his shoulder and the one in his other hand. "I'm afraid...I did not take much with me," he answered, somewhat apologetically. "This is all I have...it is...it is not much..."
He trailed off, flushing slightly and feeling suddenly inadequate. Lycander was someone who knew what he wanted; a confident, cheerful young man who had the world at his fingertips, whereas Requiem...
No, it would not do good to dwell on such negativity. He shook his head as if to clear it, and gave his new roommate a hesitant smile; it was barely there, ghosting across his face, but it was there nonetheless. "Perhaps...perhaps we could go out to eat..?" Requiem said, then faltered, wondering if that was the normal thing to do when one celebrated. He felt Lycander's hand at his back, gently pushing him forward, and Requiem craned his neck over his shoulder to look back at the boy, eyebrows raising.
"Oh," he said, and glanced towards the refrigerator. "Um. T-thank you." A pause. Requiem's voice grew softer. "And thank your mother for me."
The apartment was mostly empty, save for the boxes and Requiem's bags. They would need furniture, but first...setting his bags down against a nearby wall, he stepped towards the back of the place, looking for the bedrooms. There were two of them, one a small bit larger than the other, and it was that one that was empty. Lycander seemed to have taken the smaller one, and Requiem turned towards him.
"Um," he said. "You do not have to...have to take the smaller room on my account. Please take the larger one; I do not need much space, after all."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 11:40 pm
Of course he frowned again. That was all he had? His eyes hooded over as Lycander took in the couple bags Requiem held and the boxes he had. Well, in fairness, the redhead had been out in an apartment longer. Or so he thought. It was a little different then living in the Academy dorms. So he'd managed to collect a few things. A few boxes of things. Well, good thing he had some extra stuff then. He'd give it to Requiem.
"Oh and don't worry about not having too much stuff. Most of my stuff was hand me downs. Except for bedroom things. So," he shrugged, "what's mine is yours." They were roommates after all. Or rather, that was just the sort of roommate he was.
"Besides, that just means we can go shopping!" Emerald eyes lit up again at this idea. "We'll have to get some stuff anyways, as I'm sure you've noticed. Probably would be smart to get some of it today. And food." He went quiet for a minute, while his mind kept racing with too many thoughts. At least until one struck out at him. He blinked in surprise at it and glanced curiously at Requiem. "Is there anything...err," how did he say this without offending or making his shy roommate uncomfortable? To hell with it. I don't do subtle well. "Do Majin have special needs? Or require strange meals?" Clearly, he still needed to do some learning about Majin. Good thing he would be roommates with one, right?
As if he hadn't just asked the Majin about 'eating habits', Lycander jumped right on to the suggestion. "Absolutely! If that is what you would like to do." He was glad to see Requiem smiling more, even if it was just that small ghost of one. A smile was a smile. "Now...what do you think of this place?" He asked before he started laughing. Lycander was unable to help it. "Oh! I will. And you'll probably meet her soon. As well as the others." Knowing his family, they would be stopping by soon to check out the place and his new roommate. "They are going to be dying of curiosity to meet you." Actually, maybe he shouldn't have said that. "But don't worry, they don't bite."
He followed behind Requiem as he started looking around, heading towards the bedrooms in the back. The look that was directed back towards him made the redhead stumble slightly as he stopped and stared at those golden eyes. Oh how he did so enjoy those golden eyes- "Huh...?" How brilliant of him. Those eyes, curses! He was distracted by them. And that almost wide eyed puppy look. Oh god. "It's...It's really no problem. I don't mind either room. You want the smaller one? Really? Well if that is the one you want, then please go ahead and take it! I just threw stuff down in one unsure as to which my roommate would prefer. Are you sure you don't want the other room?" Why yes, he was failing fantastically against those eyes. Damn his gold obsession! And that face.
Lycander rubbed at the back of his neck. "Err, so. Do you want to get semi-settled...or go out and get that food? And a few other things?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 12:20 am
Requiem was feeling very self-conscious; for the most part he felt very...awkward, standing next to Lycander. Lycander was bright, cheerful, exuberant. He saw the world in beautiful colors, took chances, leapt at opportunities, grabbed every stroke of fortune, whether good or bad, and made it into something else, something more.
Then there was Requiem; quiet, solemn. A young man who was uncertain of his own future, unused to people wanting to actually talk to him, just struggling to take that step forward towards his desires. To become an Ars Lilium, a famed Cerberus Knight; Requiem could see it in his mind, but it was just a far off dream; something wispy he couldn't yet grasp.
But perhaps this step - moving in with someone, having a real roommate for the first time - perhaps that would get him closer. Somehow Requiem thought that it actually might, in one way or another. He glanced over at Lycander, slightly bemused.
"Oh," he said, with a glance down at his own bags. "I..I suppose that's true for me as well. I mean, what little I have you are free to borrow." Requiem gave a noncommittal shrug. "Though I'm afraid it wouldn't be of any interest to you."
Shopping? Such a foreign concept to Requiem, yet from the way that Lycander's eyes brightened considerably, it was clear that the other man was a big fan. Requiem had never really been shopping; he had gone to buy things, certainly, but never anything more than a few items at a time, and definitely not anything on a scale as large as apartment furniture. His mind attempted to work to comprehend this, eyes scanning the bare walls and floors. Though he tended to be a minimalist himself, with all this space... the apartment did look rather drab and uninviting. And maybe Lycander would be able to explain to him the benefits of shopping, since he seemed as if he was generally well informed on the subject.
Requiem was dragged out of his internal musings by his roommate's voice. Blinking, his eyebrows furrowed, confusion clouding his face. "...no one has ever...asked me that before," he said, his fingers twisting the keys he still held in his hands. "I..."
He trailed off, not entirely sure how to continue. After a moment of struggling, he finally said "...music" in a very low, quiet tone, barely audible. Then he gave a halfhearted shrug, as if it did not matter anyway. "No, I do not need anything. I am all right."
The "strange meals" comment was blunt, but then again, Lycander was the type to just say things simply and straight out, so it did not offend Requiem. On the contrary, it actually cracked another smile out of him, this one flickering onto his lips and away as fast it had come. "I am fine," he said. "Do not worry about me."
His family...wants to meet me..? Requiem glanced over at Lycander, biting his lower lip briefly. He wondered if the other man's relatives even knew what he was; probably not, since they had only just found out about each other in the past five minutes. It was unlikely that they considered their son living with a Majin. How will they feel, I wonder? thought Requiem, absently staring out of the window. Will they think I will eat his heart? Will they think me less than what I am?
Experience had taught him to expect the worst, but Requiem did not tell this to Lycander; after all, it was clear he loved his family, and Requiem did not want to spoil that for him.
And now he was trying to figure out why Lycander was staring at him. They were still standing in the doorway to the smaller bedroom, which Requiem thought suited him quite well. Except when he had mentioned this, Lycander had become seemingly distracted before talking again. "You have more things than I," Requiem pointed out, shrugging off the witch's strange behavior as just another trait of Lycander's. "And I prefer the smaller space as it is."
Carefully he carried his bags into the room and set them down gently on the bed, eyes roaming the empty walls, the only piece of furniture a glossy mahogany wood desk that seemed to have been left behind in the last tenant's haste. Other than that, the entire room was vacant; clearly they would have to find sort of thing to sleep on before nightfall.
Requiem turned back to Lycander. "Food sounds good," he admitted. He had set the keys down, which meant that his hands were empty, so he had nothing to fiddle with; he absently twisted his fingers instead.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 4:58 pm
That was sweet of him. Lycander appreciated it. A lot. Even if Requiem was right and none of it would interest him, the fact the shy young man had offered was much more rewarding. "Excellent! Now that we got that out of the way..." Lycander chuckled. "So, just those bags of yours, and the hand me downs of mine? Hmm..." He tapped his chin, glancing around the apartment as well. "Large things can wait until tomorrow or later. Like a couch. Dinner table. Some chairs..."
Emerald eyes slid sideways to Requiem. "What do you think?" A pause. "Have you ever gone furniture shopping before? It's quite enjoyable. Shopping in general is enjoyable actually. Or just window shopping." Alright, he was biased. He loved shopping and being in the crowds. But maybe it wasn't for everyone. Though, he was determined to break through some of Requiem's shyness. Plus, he wasn't the sort to buy things for anothers personal space. So, sadly, Requiem would have to come to at least get things for his room.
Lycander didn't hide the frown or the surprise that no one had ever asked him that before. "Really? But it's important! Clearly they must have just been selfish and only cared about themselves. Or too naive to think to ask such important things." He glanced briefly at the keys still clutched in Requiem's hands. The Majin had been twisting them to no end since he'd arrived. Was it because he was nervous? Lycander hoped it wasn't because of him! He didn't want to make Requiem nervous at all. Maybe it was just a habit of his? "Music?" Music. Ah, yes. Like the piano. He frowned. They probably couldn't fit a piano...well maybe. If he wanted one, Lycander was positive they could fit one in here somehow!
He snorted. "We'll see. Something may just catch your eye while we're out and about." The redhead was already shrugging it off to the mental 'to do' list he had going. "Pa-lease! You are my roommate now. Of course I'll worry over you."
He missed any expressions that may have crossed Requiem's face at the mention of the Taimborlin family wanting to meet him. Lycander was too busy eying the rooms and then getting successfully distracted by that golden gaze. He wanted the smaller room? Well, if he wanted it that was fine. "True....alright. If this is the one you want, I will happily move my stuff over to the other room. And this can be yours." He was easy. And didn't actually have a preference over which room. A room was a room. You could decorate it and make it personalized no matter the size. There was only two boxes shoved against a wall in here. He quickly grabbed each one in turn and moved them to the room next door. There. Rooms were decided and now they really could go shopping!
"Perfect! Grab whatever you need and we'll totally go hit the shops and find someplace to eat and celebrate!" He was grinning like an idiot again. His trademark grin.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 8:33 pm
Requiem was not a shopper, and therefore had no idea what exactly they were supposed to get. He glanced around the barren apartment, trying to remember what had been in both his family home and his dorm room at Makkai; though the room at the academy had been both small and pretty much empty. Requiem did not have a lot of things, and did not need a lot of things, but he wanted to at least make this space a comfortable place for the both of them to live. There were two of them now, after all; it was necessary to consider not only himself, but Lycander in his decisions.
It was a strange thought; one that would certainly take a bit of getting used to, but at the same time it was not really...unpleasant. In fact, Requiem found it surprisingly...comforting, knowing there was another person he was responsible for - sort of. He was not used to friends, and therefore still wasn't sure how to deal with them, but in a way he had someone to take care of.
...though what exactly he was supposed to do to take care of Lycander, he had no earthly idea, but Requiem was determined to figure that out somehow.
"Um," he said, then gestured sort of helplessly towards one area of the spacious front of the apartment. "P-perhaps this could be the...dining area..? It, ah...is next to the kitchen..."
Requiem trailed off, feeling mildly stupid. He had no clue of how to figure out the decorating or layout aspect of a building, or any clue of what went where, so perhaps it was just best to let Lycander figure things out. Despite the fact that they had only known each other for a short while, their friendship had at least grown enough to the point where Requiem was beginning to notice small things about the witch, and he trusted him. Perhaps it was a bit too soon, but whatever the case may have been, he did like Lycander a lot.
"I've...never really...been shopping, period," he answered him, reaching his now empty hand up to rub at the back of his neck. "I'm...not a very social person, and I never...really saw the reason for it before. Though now I do," Requiem added quickly, his face flushing a bit. He didn't want to offend Lycander when it was clear the other young man thoroughly enjoyed it; if by the twinkle in those emerald eyes of his was anything go by, that was.
The fact that Lycander was thinking of things like what he needed; fussing over him the way...well, the way a good friend would, was...unusual. But thankfully not unpleasant, though Requiem did feel his face grow a tiny bit warmer at all of the attention. He supposed he would have to get used to that, just like everything else; it was just in Lycander's personality to be overly concerned about his friends, and now that Requiem was one of them he would get that same sort of attention. And it made him feel just the teensiest bit warm inside to know that he was just a tiny bit special to someone - and for once, not in a bad way.
He gave Lycander a mildly bemused glance. "I don't...need anything, do I?" he asked him, with some concern. "All I have is my wallet and my keys..."
Did one need more than that for shopping and eating? Suddenly Requiem felt terribly inadequate again, and internally he fretfully ran through things in his mind, trying to figure out if he had missed anything.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 12:24 am
That emerald gaze was definitely at work taking in the available spaces, how many rooms, what size furniture would fit best. Oh yes. He had a thing for shopping and decorating. Or maybe it was just a thing for making a place feel homey? Perhaps a little bit of both? The redhead wasn't sure what led him to have such a love for it. But he definitely did love such things! Couch would look better. Maybe a loveseat size? No no, full size will fit. And a chair? Depends on the size. Hmm...
Requiem's soft gentle voice drew his attention back to his new roommate. He followed the hand gesture and eyed the area. "A small table and chairs would fit nicely there." Lycander nodded in agreement. "Maybe a medium sized table, but I think a smaller one would fit nicely." He glanced at Requiem to see what he thought. The other witch might not be as familiar with shopping and decorating as he was, but Lycander wasn't going to do anything without giving him the chance to voice opinions over it. Pointing towards the other large open space, where he'd been standing when Requiem first arrived, he gave a small smile. "I checked the walls out over there. We can look into something like a TV, if you are interested." His smile turned warmer as he added, "And perhaps a radio? Or one of those electric keyboards? I know it's not a real piano like the beauty you played at the Academy. But it might do?" He wasn't sure, but he'd find a way to get some sort of piano in here!
Leaving his side, Lycander walked towards the 'living room' space with a light bounce in his step. He would paint the picture in his mind as best he could for Requiem. "Here, we could place a couch. Maybe a small end table there and there." He pointed to where the 'ends' of the couch would be. "Possibly another chair here," he moved to stand where he was indicating, "coffee table there, TV would have to go along that wall as that's where the cable plug is." Tapping his chin, he eyed the space. "I could make a small piano fit in here." The redhead murmured to himself.
Moving back towards the Majin, Lycander blinked in surprise at his admittance. "You've never been before?" He couldn't fully grasp this concept. But then, he'd already figured out Requiem wasn't very social. Why it should be a surprise that he'd never been shopping, the redhead wasn't sure. "Well, we are clearly going to have to remedy that! Or at least partially remedy it. You do have to at least pick out stuff for you room! And help me decide on a dining table. A couch. Some...other stuff." In other words, Requiem was a little out of luck here.
"Unless...you want to stand in here by yourself and let me have free reign to pick our your room stuff?" Lycander teased. "Can't promise it won't be...shiny." He winked and gave as innocent of an expression as possible. "Or some bright color." He added as an afterthought.
"Nope! Wallet and keys. You're good to go." Placing a hand on Requiem's shoulder, he gave him another gentle shove towards the door before moving easily on his own. "Super hungry, or mildly? Would you rather go eat first or do a little shopping and then eat?" Lycander called over his shoulder, already opening the door and waiting for his roommate.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 2:59 pm
Requiem listened to Lycander speak, feeling a weird sense of...what, exactly? Calm? Caution? Relaxation? Anxiety? A mix of everything? For some reason, he couldn't really put a finger on any of the mixed emotions twisting inside of his head. But then again, this was what it felt like to actually have a friend, wasn't it? Someone to care for you, want to do things for you, look out for your well being...and decorate the place you were sharing to make it more comfortable, apparently. He did not feel uncomfortable around Lycander, which was new and rather difficult to get used to, but at the same time it was...nice. And the good thing was that Requiem could get used to it, in time.
"There's ah...no need to worry about a piano," he said hastily, lifting his hands to wave them at Lycander. A pale tinge of red dusted his cheeks from embarrassment. "T-there's no need to worry about me. I do not need a piano; I can still use the one at the academy. Professor Thrall told me I could use the one at the school any time that I want."
Requiem did not mention that the Academy City was at least a thirty minute walk from Lumena and he had no other vehicle or bicycle to make it there. But he felt awkward, knowing that Lycander was trying to make him feel welcome by talking about a piano, but Requiem did not want anyone to go out of their way just to get something for him. There it was again; that feeling of being unused to the friendship offered to him.
"N...no?" he answered Lycander hesitantly, wondering if the fact that he had never been shopping before was a bad thing. The surprise on his roommate's face was, in and of itself, surprising to Requiem. Perhaps it was odd that he hadn't been shopping, but for the most part he had never found a need to, and sometimes found it much too overwhelming. But maybe it would be different shopping with a friend; maybe it would be interesting.
Lycander pushed him forward, out the door, and Requiem stumbled a bit as he tried to turn around to look back at the other boy. "Shopping first, please," he answered politely. "I am not...quite hungry enough yet, I don't think."
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 10:40 pm
Instead of shrugging it off, Lycander brushed the thoughts of a piano to the back of his mind for later pondering over. He shot Requiem a shining grin. "Maybe I was being greedy and wanted you to play music for me?" The redhead was mostly joking. He did love hearing the music Requiem produced from those piano keys. And something in the way he'd all but whispered the word 'music' made Lycander think it was a little more important than his shy roommate was letting on. Food for thought, later. "That was kind of the Professor." Lycander said absently, his mind already working out what Requiem wasn't saying. The redhead knew how far the Academy was from their apartment. And he didn't want that to be the only way Requiem could play when he wanted...or needed to. Yes. Piano in the future.
"Well, we are definitely going to remedy that." Lycander chuckled a little. "I'm taking you shopping. We'll see if what you think of it after going with me. I like to think I can at least be a good shopping partner." He added, thinking aloud. "Liza enjoyed shopping with me. And my sister always wanted to go." And he was totally rambling now. "Besides," he threw in as an afterthought. "It's not for everyone. And I really don't think you want me decorating your room." He shot a charming grin at Requiem as he walked out the door.
There was a bounce in is step as he locked up the door and shoved his hands in his pockets. He started down the walkway that would lead them through their apartments and out onto the path heading down towards the shopping quarter of Lumena. "Right! Shopping first. Do you want to do small shopping? Room shopping? Furniture scouting?" They would probably have to see if it could be delivered to their apartment. Unless family members wanted to be of assistance? "Should probably do a store run last." What else did they need to do or look at? Maybe it would come to him while they walked.
"So." Emerald eyes glanced sideways. "Are you glad to be a full fledged Witch now? Out on your own, enjoying the world?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 8:25 pm
Requiem gave Lycander a somewhat bewildered look, his cheeks flushing a bit. "If you said you wanted me to play music just for you, I can still do that at the school," he mumbled, embarrassed that his new friend seemed to be so concerned over his well being. He pushed his hair back away from his face, attempting to dissuade the redness in his cheeks and tilted his head, focusing on the other things that Lycander was saying.
"Who is Liza?" Requiem asked curiously, glad to have something else to change the subject to. "I'm afraid I graduated from Makai without knowing too many students after all."
He blinked. "Why would I not want you decorating my room?" he asked as he followed Lycander out of the apartment. "Besides the fact that I do not particularly care much for extraneous things, you seem to have good taste in decorations. I am, regretfully, a little hopeless when it comes to anything other than music and magic." Requiem gave a shrug, surprisingly un-bothered by the redhead's penchant for flair and elaborate things. Perhaps their tastes were not exactly similar, but at the same time Requiem was comfortable enough around Lycander to feel comfortable about the way he chose to live.
...right?
He hoped that was true, at least.
Lycander seemed excited about going out; from the way his steps seemed lighter and his smile seemed wider, Requiem would have easily said that the other young man was certainly in his element. "I suppose we should get regular furniture first, shouldn't we?" he asked, somewhat hesitantly; after all, this was new to him. "Then...then we could...build around that..."
He trailed off, feeling useless, then quickly changed the subject, grateful to answer Lycander's question. "I can't deny that it is quite...exhilarating, in a way," he said slowly, pondering his thoughts in his mind. "It is much different than I had imagined, but simultaneously I feel as if nothing has changed much."
Requiem twisted the keys in his hands. He didn't want to admit that he still felt as useless as ever, so he pressed his lips together briefly. Then he said "What about you? What is it like, being a full fledged witch? You've been one for a while now, haven't you?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 8:20 pm
If he kept blushing like that, Lycander was quite positive he was going to end up commenting on it and making Requiem blush even more. Really. It was adorable. But the redhead was more than confident it would send his new roommate into frightened silence or he'd never see him for a few days. Right. Try not to scare him away. The Majin was not used to his energetic nature yet. Which was understandable. No one ever was. Except his family.
"I'd like that very much. And promise not to ask it very often. Well, unless you want to play a lot." He still planned on finding a way to fit a piano in their apartment. Lycander was fairly sure he could succeed. It would depend on the furniture they got. "Still think we can find something easier to access then going down to the school." It was a bit of a walk, and another of them had a vehicle. Or bikes.
"Liza? Oh! She is this darling witchling I met while out visiting my family in Moonfall. Like a little doll, that one. And super sweet. We spent a lovely day shopping." He grinned over at Requiem. "You may have seen her before at the school. Long flowing pale blonde hair. Always has a bow in her hair?" Then again, Requiem wasn't very social. Or too shy. Lycander shrugged a shoulder and gave his friend a warm smile. "Was just a chance meeting really. Sort of like our first meeting."
The redhead chuckled at his roommate. "Well, I mean, you could let me. But I'm not sure if what I'd find satisfactory decoration would appeal to your..." He trailed off thinking about it, eyebrows furrowed together. "Hmm...maybe a compromise of sorts? While we are out, I can point things out to you that I think would look nice and work well with you, from my own observations. You can say yes or no to them. Or may get an idea yourself. I'll be happy to help you decorate your room to your liking." His emerald eyes drifted over to Requiem's golden ones. "Can always ask my advice, y'know?" He winked. "Excellent idea! Some of it can probably be sent along to the our apartment," he liked how that sounded, "while we are out getting other essentials." That sounded good. And productive. Besides, getting furniture at the beginning of the day was much easier than in the evening. "After the furniture we can either get some lunch, unless it's still too early for that. In which case we can go look for smaller needs. Like bathroom supplies. Grocery run will be last, obviously. Wouldn't want the food to spoil."
"You should think about room colors. That will help when we look for room stuff for you. Will need bedsheets, pillow cases, a comforter. And bathroom. Towels and stuff for that." A small pause and the redhead charged right in to the next topic that he himself had started. "Exhilarating is a good word, I would say. And it will feel like that for a little bit. You will notice small things at first and eventually realize you really have changed from being a witchling. Yet, the biggest difference will be lack of Professors to tell you what to do. It's 'learn on your own' now." He smirked. "Just like everything in life."
Lycander's pace slowed a little as he regarded Requiem. "Well...like I said, it doesn't really hit you right away that you are a witch and no longer a witchling. Not enough changes are noticeable. And even when they are, they are subtle. Yes, I have been a witch for a little while now." The always chatterful redhead became surprisingly quiet as he thought. He was quiet for a good several minutes (it IS possible for him to stop speaking!). "It's really just a strange 'knowing' feeling. You know you are still the same as when a witchling. Know that nothing big will change until you can hit third tier. But, something just feels different." He gave Requiem a strange look. "It's hard to really explain, but you will understand what I mean when one day you just wake up and feel it."
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