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Sept 23, 2017 6:06:57 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2017 6:06:57 GMT
"Well, I suppose that's not something easy to come forward about. Regardless, Miles will be punished appropriately." The headmaster told her. He seemed to be thinking of how to proceed, taking in Rosalind's reluctant reply and trying to think of how he could go about punishing Deimos for attacking a student without actually punishing him, as even the headmaster could agree the attack was justified. His eyes drifted to the two in front of him, before finally coming up with an idea. To most, it wouldn't look like a punishment at all, but Blakwell was well aware it'd be punishment enough for Deimos. "Deimos," He said, making sure he had the other hybrid's attention. "Mr. Rose has been offered a chance to teach an informal class on sign language. We've had a few people sign up for the remainder of this semester. I'd like for you to join him as an assistant. I am aware you know some British Sign Language."
Deimos couldn't hide his frown, and he leaned back and crossed his arms and legs, "Yeah, a bit, but only because Greek Sign Language uses a few of similar signs, not because I'm fluent or anything..." He began in protest, but was cut short.
"I'd appreciate you being his assistant regardless. Someone familiar with Sign Language in general would be welcome, especially since I've noticed quite a few of the deaf students don't welcome hearing teachers for Sign Language."
"Well, of course, how would you feel if you went to... I don't know, a Japanese class and a white guy with a clear accent in the language of study was teaching?" Deimos was never one of those people; his parents had been so insistent on keeping him in mainstream school(s) that any Sign Language he had the chance to learn in school was just from his teachers. But he knew a few deaf kids back home, forced into meeting each other because his parents also thought all he needed was some friends "like him," that hated the idea of being taught sign language by a hearing person. Hell, some people just hated hearing people. Period. They were interesting people. They were the same people Deimos would tell that his fangs were just... canine teeth. He lost those teeth first. He'd make up excuses, because their hatred for others oftentimes went beyond hearing people. He was glad when his parents stopped making him go to those events.
Now that he knew he wasn't in immediate danger of being forced away from Rosalind, annoyance set in. He didn't want to work with Cailean. Not in the least. "Is there literally anything else I could do?" He asked the headmaster, his voice low.
"Well, I'm sure you're aware we could use a dish washer 24-7." The headmaster teased him lightly.
"Yeah, whatever. I'll work with the damned werewolf." He stood up, sticking his hands in his pockets, motioning like he was going to head out before turning back to the headmaster, "At the very least, if you're not going to pay me for it, at least give me a few less hours of work so I have time to actually rest, okay?" He looked to Rosalind, "I'll be outside." He grumbled. He would've rather been put in solitude than deal with Cailean. The headmaster was too cruel. And worse, he wouldn't even be getting paid to spend force time with the werewolf. He wasn't sure he could take two months of being called "kid" and "pup" all day.
The headmaster took advantage of Deimos being out of the room, looking pointedly to Rosalind. "Miss Bonner. I must advise you to keep a close eye on Deimos for the next few months. The last time this happened, we nearly lost him."
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▲ I don't want a knight in shining armor. I want my knight to be a survivor.
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Sept 23, 2017 15:21:32 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Sept 23, 2017 15:21:32 GMT
"W-what do you mean you nearly lost him?" Rosalind asked, almost needlessly. She had a feeling she already knew the answer. She knew Deimos had tried to commit suicide before, and she knew he still struggled with those thoughts now. But somehow, it didn't dawn on her until now that the time he'd tried to kill himself, and the last time he'd blacked out were the same time. The feelings she remembered getting from him then suddenly made that much more sense.
"You are good for him, Rosalind, that much I can tell." Blakwell smiled lightly. "Just stay close to him, okay?"
Rosie nodded, backing out of the room and nearly into Deimos. She squeaked lightly, looking up at him with wide eyes, unable to get the thought of possibly losing him out of her mind. Without much explanation she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest and holding him tightly.
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Sept 23, 2017 16:56:33 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2017 16:56:33 GMT
Deimos still couldn't believe that'd be his punishment. Spending who knew how many hours with Cailean seemed too cruel. He'd rather go in solitary confinement, or be forced to leave the school. And sure, maybe he was being a bit dramatic, but Cailean had been on his "good" list for maybe about a month before he finally got annoyed enough by the guy to be rid of the crush. Even though he knew now his home life wasn't as perfect as he had imagined when they were students, Cailean still presented as this perfect adonis of a man that could do no wrong. Now he had to show it off by teaching Sign Language? Just how many different languages was he teaching that it didn't matter that Deimos didn't really know BSL? Why did he know so many different versions of Sign Language? He was hearing. And to his knowledge, he was the only deaf person Cailean interacted with on an every day basis. And he didn't use sign language with him.
He noticed Rosalind seemed to have something on her mind when she came out of the office, and he pushed himself off the wall, intending to walk to her when instead she nearly ran into him. He gave her a questioning look that only got intensified as she embraced him. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head. Everything okay? He asked her softly.
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Sept 23, 2017 22:19:24 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Sept 23, 2017 22:19:24 GMT
Rosalind's hold tightened on Deimos at his question. She nodded, shook her head and then shrugged, not pulling away from him. When he wrapped his arms around her she let out a breath, feeling it catch in her throat and prayed she wouldn't cry. Explaining why she was suddenly like this wasn't something Rosie was sure she could do, so she opted to not even try. After a moment she pulled back, her eyes on her feet. I'm okay. She said, taking a deep breath and letting it out on a sigh. Rosie pulled away even more, taking his arm in her hands and running her fingers along it lightly. We should go get this cleaned up and then...did you still want coffee?
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Sept 24, 2017 18:18:47 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2017 18:18:47 GMT
Deimos was still confused by Rosalind's sudden personality switch, but she didn't seem to want to talk about it, so he dismissed it. He guessed it was because of what happened. He let go as she pulled back. Something definitely seemed to be weighing on her mind, but it didn't seem like she wanted to say what it was.
He looked down at his arm, he had hastily cleaned it up while he was at the bar, but there was also some fresh blood because apparently he'd been picking at it. Oops, he thought to himself. He had to admit he was kind of impressed at the severity of the scratches. He wouldn't need stitches or anything, but Miles definitely had some claws. It'd take a while to heal, probably. Uhh... He began. Coffee had barely crossed his mind since this all started, but now that it was asked of him, his entire body seemed to remind him he was tired. Yeah... I could really use some coffee now. He told her with a grin and a nod.
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Sept 25, 2017 3:03:52 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Sept 25, 2017 3:03:52 GMT
Rosie nodded, taking his hand and leading him back to their room. It wasn't too far from where they'd been, so she figured they could stop here to bandage his arm before attempting to go to the staff room again for coffee. Plus it'd give her a chance to calm her thoughts. Deimos wasn't going to try to kill himself now, so worrying about it now was pointless. She'd only tire herself out, and she knew Deimos was already confused about why she was suddenly so quiet.
She led him into the bathroom, letting go of his hand to go in search of a bandage, knowing he had one somewhere. When she finally found one she wet a washcloth, going over to him and wiping his arm off before disinfecting it and wrapping it with the bandage. She made sure it was tight enough so it wouldn't fall off. Once done she took a step back, taking a breath and smiling up at him lightly. Is that okay? I've never had to do something like this before.
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Sept 25, 2017 15:15:54 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2017 15:15:54 GMT
Deimos followed Rosalind obediently, letting her patch up his arm. He lowered his head to hide a smile, also feeling like he was blushing a bit, she was really cute taking care of him like this. He was still feeling off about earlier, but it was little moments like this, where he found himself falling more and more in love with Rosalind, that made living worthwhile. That made his promises and struggles worthwhile. He raised his head up as Rosalind asked him a question, smiling and shaking his head, It's perfect. He told her, giving her a kiss on the forehead. Let's go get some coffee... and maybe some food. He pulled on a lightweight jacket and took her hand in his, Let's try this again, hmm?
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▲ I don't want a knight in shining armor. I want my knight to be a survivor.
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Sept 25, 2017 20:37:13 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Sept 25, 2017 20:37:13 GMT
Rosie smiled lightly, looking down at their hands and nodding. Food sounds good. She said, walking out of the bathroom with Deimos. Hopefully they wouldn't run into anyone else this time around. She didn't think she could handle another encounter from anyone. She just wanted to get to the cafeteria and drink disgusting coffee and eat some strawberries. I don't know if I'll try the coffee though. You may have to do some more convincing.
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Sept 25, 2017 23:56:17 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2017 23:56:17 GMT
Deimos turned so he was walking backwards, taking a moment to make sure he knew where he was going before giving her a playful grin. What kind of convincing? He asked her, playfully suggestive. He stopped them to give her another kiss, this time on her cheek. Everything being able to go back to normal was helping switch his mood faster. He was still a bit shaken, but he felt like with having Rosalind from the beginning this time, he'd be able to get past this one better. Be able to move on, a chance he hadn't really been given at 18, as it seemed every time he turned a corner there had been someone talking about what had happened. He turned back around to walk regularly again, keeping one hand connected with Rosalind's.
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Sept 27, 2017 0:39:37 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Sept 27, 2017 0:39:37 GMT
Rosalind smiled a bit at Deimos' question, tilting her head and using her free hand to tap at her chin playfully. Mmm I dunno~ She hummed, smiling cheekily when he kissed her. Any way you want. I'm sure you'll think of something creative. Her smile widened a bit when he kept a hold on her hand as they walked. He seemed to be doing better than he had been just a bit ago, though she still felt bad for running. And what Blakwell said to her was still weighing heavily on her mind. She was trying not to dwell on it but she'd be lying if she said it didn't worry her. She let out a small sigh. I think I'd like coffee if it tasted like chocolate.
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Sept 27, 2017 0:56:56 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2017 0:56:56 GMT
Deimos chuckled and nodded. That's all I need to do? I can do that, easy. Especially if they have a certain coffee bean, I could make you a coffee addict. He told Rosalind confidently. Plus, like, mochas are a thing, y'know. He hoped his good mood could last. That he could truly move on from this without spiraling into a deep depression first. What happened earlier was still on his mind and still weighing on him, but it just seemed like this time it'd be easier to deal with. It helped he didn't actually kill Miles, though heaven knew he deserved death.
He was relieved when they got to the staff cafeteria without incident this time. He smiled to Rosalind as he stepped behind the barista bar. Allow me to work my magic. He told her, lightly dragging a finger along her jawline in slight teasing. He washed his hands before setting about making drinks for both of them. He made a happy little squeak as the coffee he'd been talking about was indeed in stock. He made a large latte for himself, with probably far too many shots of espresso, but gave Rosalind the smaller size, with probably too much chocolate. He placed the cup on the bar in front of her, a heart made of chocolate syrup sitting nicely on top of the foam. There. Try that. He challenged her, leaning against the bar and taking a sip of his own drink. He winced and coughed, Bitter... He thought himself, adding probably an ungodly amount of caramel in his drink.
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Sept 27, 2017 3:40:37 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Sept 27, 2017 3:40:37 GMT
Rosie giggled lightly as Deimos went behind the counter, sitting herself on a stool and sticking her tongue out at him when he touched her chin, wrinkling her nose. I'd rather you work your magic in other ways. She huffed a bit suggestively as he made their drinks. Her chin rested in her hands while she watched him, a lazy smile on her lips. This was nice, seeing Deimos like this. Not worried about his blackout, or scaring her, or losing her. He seemed relaxed, natural. It was a good sight, and one Rosalind wanted to be able to see every day.
But Blakwell's warning still stuck in the back of her mind. A light frown touched her lips. The reality was this moment was just a fleeting one. She knew he still had those bad thoughts in his mind. Knew that one day he could snap, and it would be the last time he did. While Rosie would do everything in her power to keep him from hurting himself, she was only one tiny fairy, and the only way she could think to keep him completely carefree would drain her. And she had no idea how much of herself she could give before it became too much.
She was brought out of her thoughts when Deimos finally placed her drink in front of her. The smell of coffee assaulted her nose and she wrinkled it in mock disgust before spotting the heart. Aww~ How cute. It's almost too cute for me to drink. She squealed, grinning up at him. She placed the cup to her lips, blowing on it lightly before taking a sip. It wasn't as bitter as the first time she'd tried coffee, and he'd definitely put chocolate in it. Okay...I admit this is pretty good. She finally said, lowering the cup and smiling at him. I dunno if I'd become an addict but I don't hate it.
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Sept 28, 2017 1:35:15 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2017 1:35:15 GMT
Deimos leaned over the bar, resting on his elbows and holding the cup in his hands. Hey now, there are worse things to become addicted to. Coffee even has health benefits, so there's that. He told her, sipping on his drink. This was better. He didn't necessarily like the taste of plain coffee either, but lattes, when made right, could sometimes be smooth enough he could tolerate it.
He liked moments like this. Calm moments where he didn't have to think about anything, or at least nothing serious. He hoped this could happen a lot when they got their own place. His heart skipped a beat at the thought, his mind conjuring up an image of them in a well lit apartment kitchen, sharing kisses and snacks and drinking coffee. Rosalind in one of his t-shirts, because she already was trying to steal his stuff so he knew it'd be inevitable. He gave his fiancee a grin, a true, pure one that rarely crossed his face, I hope this sort of peace can continue once we move. He told her, tapping his cup lightly with hers before taking another sip.
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Sept 29, 2017 0:25:03 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Sept 29, 2017 0:25:03 GMT
I guess. Rosalind hummed, raising the cup to her lips and taking another sip. It wasn't a bad flavor. It probably helped that he'd put a lot of chocolate in it so it tasted more like that than it did coffee. Still, she didn't think it was something she'd become addicted to. I mean there are better things to. Like actual chocolate. She added, lowering the cup and smiling at him.
At his smile she offered one in return, nodding her head in agreement. Her heart gave a little flip at his smile, it was one she didn't get to see often, and one she loved seeing whenever she got the chance. Rosie hoped she'd be able to get to see it more often. It should. She quipped, tilting her head a bit. We'll be somewhere were nobody will know us. No-one will have any preconceived thoughts about us. We'll be able to live exactly how we want.
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Sept 29, 2017 3:02:26 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2017 3:02:26 GMT
I suppose, but I find chocolate with coffee better. Deimos joked back playfully.
Man, that sounds like a dream... Deimos said wistfully. He looked forward to being able to put The Incident behind him. A day when he no longer saw rumors about him cross other people's lips. His smile slowly faded as his mind seemed to come crashing down to reality. He was currently lying to Rosalind. He'd just had another amnesiac dissociation. He'd still be dealing with an alcohol addiction when they got to Greece. And there'd be a lot more bars and a lot less people willing to keep him in check. He'd still be dealing with bpd. It would continuously be a struggle. He was afraid to bring it up to Rosalind, he didn't know how to tell her he relapsed, so he kept it internalized. And his mind was going into overdrive thinking of all the bad things that would happen if he told her. He was scared of losing her. Even though she felt the same, he was scared for disappointing her enough that she'd leave him. He looked down at his coffee, debating if he should tell her now, while she was in a good mood, and let out a frustrated sigh.
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