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Sept 15, 2017 0:04:26 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2017 0:04:26 GMT
Deimos frowned, I don't want wrinkles. I also don't want to go bald; did you see my bio dad? It seems inevitable. He didn't want to mention he assumed he wouldn't make it to the age where he had to worry about wrinkles and balding. Maybe he should start doing skin care routines. His hand subconsciously went to his hair, he didn't want to lose hair, either. In general it was inevitably going to happen with age but seeing his biological dad so... hair-less gave him no hope for keeping it. Even though his dad was a werewolf and they typically didn't live too long anyway, he was a werewolf and should've had more hair than that in general. And boys typically inherited their father's hair loss, right?
Deimos cleared his mind of future him. He could worry about that later, for now, coffee. I like any kind of coffee. He replied simply, giving her a shrug. He rubbed his hand along her back, Unfortunately, neither of us possess the ability to use telekinesis. So in order to get anything we have to get up. He told her, sitting up to get out of bed, tugging Rosalind with him. He didn't really know why he craved coffee suddenly, but now that he acknowledged it, he couldn't stop thinking about getting some. He couldn't wait until he had a variety of places to go, especially a variety of places with Greek coffee he wouldn't have to make himself. I'll have to have you try Greek coffee too, once we get there. You can opt in for sweeter taste, you'd probably like it. He told Rosie, dragging her to the door with a playful grin.
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Sept 15, 2017 19:29:58 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Sept 15, 2017 19:29:58 GMT
Well you won't get wrinkles if you eat right and stop snarling all the time. Rosie quipped, poking his cheeks with a smile of her own. As for your hair, I dunno what to tell you. Maybe your vamp blood will help with that. She moved her hands to join his in his hair, pecking him on the nose. You'll definitely lose hair if you worry about it.
I bet I could learn if I tried hard enough. I'm already telepathic and empathic, what's telekinesis? Rosalind was only joking, trying to keep a handle on her two abilities already (no matter how loose it was) was hard enough. Being able to control things with her mind on top of that would be too much. She mewled when he pulled her off the bed, groaning lightly. I seriously doubt I'll like any coffee but you're the expert. Rosie let out a whine, slightly annoyed he couldn't hear as he dragged her out of the room, grabbing onto his hand and stumbling to keep up. Slow down Demi. The coffee isn't going anywhere. She huffed.
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Sept 16, 2017 0:37:01 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2017 0:37:01 GMT
Deimos thought through that comment. He supposed he could hope that the vampire part of him dominated his genes, but he really wasn't sure. He and Felix both seemed to be a pretty even mix of both of them. He supposed only time would tell. He still was hesitant to believe he'd even get to the age where he had to worry about it, but he supposed just in case he made it that far, he should start some skin care routines at the very least. Maybe stop dying his hair as much (but he liked his hair more brown, he was used to it now).
He chuckled, Maybe one day it won't be as ridiculous to think you could get telekinesis. He joked with her. He stopped tugging at her and moved so he was keeping pace with her, wrapping his arm around hers before sticking his hand in his pocket. I think the coffee you tried before was too bitter for you. Give it another chance with something sweeter, and if you still don't like it well, he paused a moment, I'll still make you try Greek coffee at least once, but then after I won't bug you again to try it, deal? He told her.
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Sept 16, 2017 0:50:01 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Sept 16, 2017 0:50:01 GMT
I don't want to develop telekinesis. I already have enough dealing with the telepathy and empathy. Rosalind replied with a pout. Though it would be cool, not having to move in order to get things she needed. It would give her an excuse not to be active though, as if she needed more of that. I think I'll just stick with the two I have.
She stuck her tongue out at him. I guess. I don't get why you're so determined for me to like coffee. Is it really that good? Rosie questioned, using her free hand to tap her chin playfully. After a moment she looked up at him and said, Do I really need more energy? I'm hyper enough without the added caffeine. I don't think you'd know what to do with me. Rosie rested her head on his shoulder, sighing lightly. But I suppose if it's really sweet I might like it.
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Sept 16, 2017 2:55:58 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2017 2:55:58 GMT
Deimos frowned a bit, You're perfectly fine with your empathy and telepathy when it's not geared towards me. He said matter-of-factly. She'd mentioned previously how his emotions were stronger than anyone else's. Are you sure? We could never have to get up again. We could live in the tropics sipping drinks and sunbathing all day, never having to lift a finger. He was glad he redirected the words to "drinks" rather than what he was originally thinking of "margaritas" without stumbling over it. Even though "drinks" was still suggestively alcoholic, it could at least be construed in more ways than one.
He looked to her, A few months ago, I could agree we don't need you anymore hyper. I don't know if you've noticed it, but even the personality you put on for others has calmed down significantly, Rosie.
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Sept 16, 2017 3:29:58 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Sept 16, 2017 3:29:58 GMT
Rosie made a face, using her free hand to poke Deimos' cheek lightly. Sometimes. I still have moments where I can't control it too well. But I don't mind being more connected to you. I've gotten stronger, and better at controlling them than to you. Who knows how I'd be if I weren't so close to you? She wasn't too sure exactly why her and Deimos were so connected. Even before they'd developed feelings for each other it'd been easier for her to read him than it was others.
At his next statement she grew quiet, a light frown now touching her lips. It was true her happy-go-lucky persona had mellowed out quite a bit. Enough to the point where other people had definitely noticed. It was hard enough pretending to be relatively okay with the constant nightmares, and bullying. Before she'd realized it, she'd stopped trying so hard to be super happy all the time around people. Not by choice. She said, pouting a bit. Do you know how exhausting it was trying to be that happy all the time? I don't have the energy to do it anymore. Though she was sure once they moved and she was away from this school and away from the students, it would be a lot easier for her to go back to the way she was. So, where exactly are we going to get the coffee from? Teacher's Lounge again?
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Sept 16, 2017 4:49:38 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2017 4:49:38 GMT
Deimos seemed to contemplate her comment for a moment before shrugging, I guess. But you said it's exemplified for you, isn't it? I'm kind of a one very strong emotion kind of guy, typically. He sighed, waving a hand as if to say nevermind.
I honestly don't know how you had the energy in the first place. I've been tired since birth, probably. He told her, his tone holding a bit of awe, and at his comment about himself, his mouth turned upwards slightly. And anyway, things like smiling are hard around here. He nodded at her last question. There won't be a barista on duty, but I've worked there; I know what I'm doing. He told her confidently. And the staff and teachers are free to use it whenever they want. It's not quite the same in the kitchens. His eyes narrowed a bit as his smile dropped, In fact every time I try to help and take a break from doing dishes they shoo me out or smack my hands away. Like I'm incompetent at cooking. He pouted at Rosalind, "I'm a good cook, right?" He whined.
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Sept 17, 2017 1:22:40 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Sept 17, 2017 1:22:40 GMT
Rosie nodded. Yeah, I dunno why but it's always been easier to pick up on your thoughts and emotions than it has for everyone else. Even before I had a crush on you it was pretty easy for me to feel what you feel. She smiled up at him. That's okay though. I don't mind too much.
Rosalind shrugged, placing her free hand on his arm and resting her head on his shoulder. It wasn't that hard honestly. I mean, before...the attack I was pretty energetic. It just took me a while to get back to how I was after coming to school. She pouted up at him with his next words. You have absolutely no reason to smile at all? She questioned, only mostly joking. She giggled nodding at him. Of course you are.
The teachers lounge was nearing thankfully. Rosie was a bit hungry, and hoped that they would have a banana or something for her to snack on while Deimos drank his coffee. A sight off in the distance caused her to falter in her steps and press closer to Deimos. Miles was standing off in the distance with a group of his friends, and though it didn't seem like he saw her yet she still found herself hiding behind Deimos. Demi...is there a different route we can take?
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Sept 17, 2017 1:39:04 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2017 1:39:04 GMT
Have you met anyone else with bpd? Maybe that's why... it's a pretty black or white disease. Deimos questioned her. He gave her a small smile, You're my reason to smile. He told her. He huffed at her comment about being a good cook. He had a feeling the cooks didn't know he knew all the food safety practices, but even so, he wouldn't be allowed in the even the dish room if he didn't. Maybe he could talk to the headmaster. A thought that only just crossed his mind came up; maybe it was because cooking took a lot of communication and they wouldn't let him work because he was deaf. That was unfair. And dumb. He was observant when he wasn't dissociating.
He glanced up ahead along them as Rosalind asked to go a different way. There really isn't a different way at this point...[/s] He began, but his eyes connected with Miles just up ahead, and he stiffened. He finally moved his arm from being linked with hers to around her waist, pulling her close protectively. I told you, as long as I'm around, you won't be hurt. He reassured her, kissing the top of her head.
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Sept 18, 2017 1:38:39 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Sept 18, 2017 1:38:39 GMT
Rosie could only hope Miles didn't notice her, and they almost made it past him without him seeing them. But the moment they walked past she could hear one of his friends say something, and then Miles' voice calling out to her. "Oh, if it isn't Rosalind." He said, letting out a low whistle. Rosie pressed closer to Deimos, praying Miles wouldn't do anything stupid.
Her prayers went unanswered. When she didn't reply, the vampire reached out grab her arm, forcing her out of Deimos' arms and to a stop. "So I don't get any response? You're with your boyfriend now so you're just gonna ignore me?" His grip tightened and Rosie winced, trying to pull away.
"L-let me go."
"Are you worried your boyfriend will find out about our special relationship? Have you told him all the fun we had while we was gone? How I was your first partner?" His expression darkened, a sick grin on his lips. He pulled her closer. "Shall we demonstrate for him?"
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Sept 18, 2017 5:32:32 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2017 5:32:32 GMT
Deimos tried to keep Rosalind with him, but she was unexpectedly pulled away from him. The hair on the back of his neck rose as the look on Miles gave him chills. His eyes went to Rosalind, and then he noticed something. It was vaguely familiar, and coming on too fast. Not in front of Rosie... He tried to beg, but this blackout didn't seem to care who was watching.
His face became a menacing grin, his fangs showing. Without warning, he bent back Mile's arm until all his fingers were off of Rosalind, and he felt a crack of bones breaking. But he didn't stop there, punching Miles straight in the jaw before cornering him on the wall, strangling him with his arm. "You will never. touch her. again." He told Miles firmly, his voice seeming to just be a growl. He wanted nothing more than to see this man suffer. See him be tortured and die the way Rosalind's brother was. Make him beg for his life. And that'd only be revenge for the first time he hurt her. Vampires were fun in that they didn't die particularly easily, so Deimos could think of multiple ways to make him suffer. Miles was clawing to get free with his good hand, but Deimos tolerated it until he drew blood, and then snapped his arm in a way that broke it. "Say it. You will never touch her. You won't even look at her." He demanded.
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Sept 18, 2017 16:02:23 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Sept 18, 2017 16:02:23 GMT
Rosalind paled when Deimos grabbed Miles and she backed up a few steps. The feeling she was getting from Deimos was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. It was dark, suffocating. She stared, wide-eyed as Deimos back Miles into a wall, strangling him. "D-Deimos." She called, hating how her voice sounded. He wouldn't reply though, he wasn't looking at her and he couldn't hear her. When she heard the snap of Miles' arm, and the vampire cry out she gasped. Deimos! Don't!
She went to move toward him, but found her body wouldn't move. Was she afraid of Deimos? She'd never been afraid of him, even when they first met and she was more timid. But she'd never seen him like this, so dark, so angry. It wasn't the Deimos she knew. Rosalind forced breaths to come, even though her chest felt tight. She still couldn't move, fear holding a death grip on her.
"L-let me go!" Miles screamed, still fighting against Deimos. "I won't touch the slut again just let me go!"
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Sept 18, 2017 18:43:46 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2017 18:43:46 GMT
Deimos noticed Rosalind's voice, but it seemed so far away. It wasn't until his eyes drifted to his fiancee and he saw just how scared she looked did he finally "wake up." He let go of Miles, still snarling at him. He got his bearings again, there was no blood this time, his eyes drifted to his arm. Well, no one else's blood. He looked to Rosalind, biting his lip, looking ashamed. She'd never seen him black out. He never wanted her to see that. He wanted to leave that in the past, something Rosalind only had to hear about in rumors.
Fear suddenly welled up within him as he saw the look on her face again. She was afraid, she had every right to be. But this would be how he'd lose her. He felt like his entire body was rigid, like he was fighting through cement just to breathe. Whatever he did, it terrified her. He had an idea, he didn't wake up to an already dead body this time, and being in the process of strangling someone with visibly broken limbs helped him better put two and two together than the last time. Rosie... I... He began, but realized he didn't really know what to say.
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Sept 18, 2017 19:21:24 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Sept 18, 2017 19:21:24 GMT
She didn't mean to. But when Deimos began speaking she quickly shook her head, turning and running from him. It was probably the worst thing she could have done, she should have went to him instead of away. But the fear had total control of her body, and it forced her to keep running until she reached a safe spot, not realizing she'd ran back to their room until the door slammed shut behind her.
Rosie collapsed against it, gulping in deep breaths, trying to control her breathing. Her hand moved to clutch at her chest, heart race beneath her grip. Why was she so afraid of him? He hadn't meant to do it, right? As soon as he realized what was happening he had let go. But there was no denying that something inside of Deimos wanted to hurt Miles. The look on his face, as if all traces of the Deimos she knew was gone, frightened her.
The last thing Rosalind wanted was to be another person afraid of Deimos. Someone else who abandoned him because of something he couldn't control. She wanted to go back to him. She wanted to call out to him, to let him know that everything was okay, but the fear prevented her from doing so. Rosie slid onto the ground, still fighting to breath. Her head went between her legs and she could only hope Deimos would come looking for her instead of assuming the worst, though she wouldn't put it past him if he did.
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Sept 18, 2017 20:13:48 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2017 20:13:48 GMT
Deimos still felt frozen to his spot as Rosalind ran off, and he gave Miles one last look before going in the opposite direction of the way she had gone. He ended up in a very familiar place, and he couldn't help but laugh to himself bitterly that even after over a month of sobriety, 39 days, his subconscious still brought him to the nearest bar. He'd have a hell of a time once he was back in Greece.
His heart felt heavy as his mind couldn't help but question if he was still returning to Greece. Well, permanently. With a fiancee. Would he get back to his room and find all of Rosalind's things gone? No trace she had ever been there? He felt like something was pressing on his chest, he had a hard time breathing. Would he be able to stay? He had attacked a student, with intent to kill. And sure, the guy deserved it, but murder was still murder. And one of those on his hands was enough. Even if both were in defense. He opened the door.
Behind the bar was someone he was familiar with, but also someone who said very sternly they wouldn't be responsible for his staying sober. They were there to do a job and that was that. That gave him hope he wouldn't be questioned too much. As Deimos got his attention, he ordered a jack and coke. He wished he wasn't so good at holding his liquor. He wanted to drown in it. The bartender gave him a questioning look, but went about making his drink anyway. Deimos stretched one arm out across the bar, resting his head on his other arm and letting out a heavy sigh. He blinked as his drink appeared in front of him. That's how conscious he felt at the moment, the drink just seemed to appear. He recalled this was how it felt last time he had blacked out too, he could remember the rest of the day, but it was like being in a dream. Dissociation was a bitch. He sat up and took the drink in his hands, trying to use the cold glass to come to his senses. 39 days. Not even a two months. He brought the cup to his lips, he missed alcohol. He hated to say it, admit how dependent he was on the stuff, but it was true. At this point, he was convinced getting through life being numb to everything was better than... knowing everything.
He didn't know what he wanted to do next. Find Rosie? Get another drink? Die? The last one seemed appealing. His arm twinged with pain and he remembered he had been scratched. He finished off his drink before heading to a nearby bathroom. He may as well clean it up. Scratches were one thing, but having a bloody arm was odd. Surely the headmaster would come find him soon enough, he had no doubt Miles would go to him. He was sure anybody would jump at any chance to get him out of the school. He felt like his blood went cold as he realized if he got kicked out, Rosalind would be alone here. Even if she hated him, at least being in the school he could protect her. He dried off his arm and returned to the bar, but he didn't sit down again, staring at his empty glass. He stuck his hands in his pockets, shuffling back to his room. He didn't want to know what he'd see. He didn't really give her a lot of time, so it was possible she was still in the process of leaving him. Or maybe he'd just see the ring and some sort of note. I'm sorry. I can't love you anymore. Goodbye forever. His mind was flashing through all the different scenarios. Maybe there'd be no sign at all of her returning to the room, and instead he'd get some note later in the week, or just feel their connection somehow... break. If that happened, he'd break along with it. He knew he would.
When he got to his room, his hand went to the doorknob, but he didn't want to open it. Before he could even get himself to grasp it, he ran off again, this time to the abandoned classroom. His safe spot. In all it's dust and uncomfortable floors and (some) broken desks. He curled into himself against a wall, burying his head. Everything was ruined now. Maybe he'd end up like the hybrid they kept at the school, even still. Locked away for "her" safety. He'd rather off himself before ending up in solitary confinement. He pulled his legs in tighter against his chest, he was scared. Scared he messed up, scared he'd be kicked out, scared he had lost Rosie forever, scared he face the same fate as hybrids before him, locked away forever, scared he'd be dubbed a danger to society, not let out of the school's sight but also not being allowed to leave.
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