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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 1, 2017 15:20:21 GMT
Rosalind was in one of her very rare moods where she wanted to be alone for just a few minutes. She'd woken up from a rather jarring nightmare, a recurring one she had about the day her brother died. It always made her a bit touchy upon waking from it, but she was normally fine after a few minutes of recuperating. Staying in her dorm room didn't seem like a viable option though, and going to the fairy specific room wasn't something she wanted to do either. Despite how friendly she was to everyone, not everyone returned that attitude, and she found herself the object of whispers on more than one occasion on account of her being a wingless fairy.
So Rosie resolved to go to the rec room. It was still fairly early in the morning and she figured not a lot of people would be awake just yet. She was glad to see she was right when she finally reached the room and found it mostly empty. She padded towards the back of the room to one of the large chairs, plopping into it and tucking her legs under her.
Luckily it didn't her long to bounce back from the nightmare, and she was needing to move around. Rosalind moved from the chair, stretching and wincing at the slight pain in her back. Even though her wings had been forcibly cut off four years ago, there was still lingering pain that assaulted her every so often. She laced her fingers behind her head, taking the opportunity to flounce around the room since it was still mostly empty. Usually when she was in here it was to talk to the people inside, so she'd never really taken the chance to actually see what was inside, despite being at the school for so long.
She sighed, eventually getting bored with the lack of people in the room, and finding herself hoping someone would show up soon.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2017 18:14:29 GMT
Deimos hadn't slept. He'd tossed and turned but suddenly his (usually) comfortable mattress felt like a board of nails and his pillow a rock. Around 2am he had checked the moon phases, and it wasn't close to a full moon, so his body had no excuse for hurting this much. Around 7am, he gave up trying to sleep, crawling out of bed and sitting on the edge of it for a few minutes.
Days like today sucked.
He instinctively went to his alcohol stash before remembering it was only 7am, but that didn't deter him and he grabbed for Kahlua instead of something stronger. He made himself a cup of coffee, using the biggest cup he had. He filled it half up with Kahlua before remembering the alcohol was not actually coffee. A part of him wondered if mixing alcohol, something that usually put people to sleep, and coffee, an upper, would mix to make him functional for the day. He sure hoped so.
After he finished making his drink, he grabbed his bag and just began wandering. The adult's lounge wasn't open yet - at least not him. Around this time, the teachers would be discussing things and staff being involved was usually frowned upon. Let alone "staff," as he was (well, occasionally he was given a task). He didn't want to go to the were room, no one really liked him in there anyway, and he wasn't allowed in the vampire room, which he didn't like any of the vampires to begin with so he didn't care. He wondered for a moment if Felix would be awake yet, before remembering his brother once slept until 5pm. He had a feeling the poor kid was still getting used to constant darkness if he chose to look out a window.
He eventually found himself wandering into the rec room, relieved to see there weren't a lot of people there yet. He reciprocated a dirty look from a student with a snarl, making his way over to someone he recognized. "You seem chipper this morning." He grumbled, his voice probably raspy.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 1, 2017 18:48:49 GMT
Rosalind was contemplating climbing up one of the rather large bookshelves in the rec room to see what was on top, also unsure as to why they had one when they had a ridiculously huge library, when a voice from behind caught her attention. She whirled around, her nightgown (which was rather sheer and would have been see through if it weren't so dark out) billowing out with the action.
"Oh! Good morning Deimos~" She hummed, smiling up at him. The statement wasn't really out of the ordinary, she was chipper most mornings. But she found the timing amusing. She wondered how he'd respond if he saw how she'd been just a few minutes ago. This persona, no matter how annoying it might have been to others, was the only one she wanted people to see.
"You're up pretty early." She continued, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Nevermind the fact she was also up at this hour. He probably thought she was always awake early. She noticed the cup in his hand and tilted her head a bit. "What are you drinking?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 2:34:30 GMT
"I didn't sleep." He grumbled, then, softer, but harshly, "no talking." He sat down in a nearby chair, grunting a bit as he did so, before looking at his drink. Kahlua flavored coffee. He thought, raising an eyebrow. It was a pro to knowing a psychic. He didn't have to think to read lips, didn't have to do sign language. Admittedly he probably jumped out of skin more than once the first few times she did it. He wasn't used to hearing almost at all. If he listened to music loud enough he could sort of get the bass line, but he usually couldn't simply because whoever he was around would complain. He needed to get headphones that didn't leak sound.
He took a sip of his drink, so far all it was doing was providing hydration. He winced as he moved to a more comfortable position, legs over an arm rest as he leaned against the back and other armrest, looking to her lazily. "It's been a rough night." He said simply, not even realizing how much she could relate.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 2, 2017 2:52:21 GMT
Rosie gave him a cute pout. "That's hardly fair, you spoke to me first." Still she sighed and nodded, watching as he moved to situate himself in a chair. Her nose wrinkled as the words filtered through her mind and she shook her head. You're drinking this early in the morning?
She bounced on her toes a bit before going to wedge herself between him and the chair, glad that she was small enough that it wouldn't affect him much, and trying to ignore the fact that she was pretty much in his lap. She moved her legs so they were draped over his, scanning the room. A few more students had trickled in, and more than a few of them were looking at the pair with questioning looks.
Rosalind wasn't so clueless as to not know the rumors and general consensus that followed Deimos, but she also knew she didn't really care what they thought. Aside from a few times, he'd been nice to her for the most part. Rosie smiled a bit sadly at him, reaching out to fluff his hair lightly. I understand. She thought, letting her head fall back and her eyes close. I didn't sleep much either.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 3:13:15 GMT
Deimos nodded, Kahlua has caffeine too, not just alcohol. And it makes a nice flavor. He told her, though that last part was quickly revealed as a lie as he took another sip and then made a face at the taste. He let her crawl over him, she was small and the chairs were big enough she really didn't take up much room. He set his drink on the ground right near the chair, closing his eyes as she ran her hands through his hair. Feels nice. He thought, even his thoughts sounding sleepy. He just wished it meant he'd actually fall asleep. For how tired he was, sleep just would not come.
He opened his eyes, just barely, enough to look to the other students that were trickling in. His reputation preceded him, unfortunately. And the worst part was that most of it wasn't even him directly, just his species. He'd seen the word 'mutt' pass enough people's lips. He closed his eyes again, his eyebrows furrowed this time, and he barely realized he had begun leaning in towards Rosalind. One psychotic break, one accident, and everyone saw him as a killer. Even brand new students seemed to know the story. Knew to avoid the werevamps. No other hybrid was called a mutt. Only werevamps. It wasn't fair.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 2, 2017 3:34:46 GMT
Is that a good combination? It doesn't sound good. It doesn't look like it tastes good either. She added the last part after cracking open an eye in time to see him make a face. She giggled lightly, closing her eyes once more and settling more comfortably on him once she was sure he wouldn't kick her off, not that he ever did.
Honestly Rosalind was so used to Deimos' drinking habits she'd given up on trying to convince him to quit, and switched to making sure he didn't accidentally kill himself.
One perk (or downside depending on who you asked) to her being a telepath and empath was that not only could she read thoughts, but she could tell what one was feeling if she tuned in enough. Though for some reason it was easier for her to get a read on Deimos than anyway.
Thus she paused her hand, opening her eyes once more to find he was frowning. She moved her hand to gently smooth out his forehead before shifting so she was stretched out on top of him, tucking her face into the crook of his neck and moving her arm to drape over him, her fingers going back to threading through his hair. It was a comfortable position, and Rosie found herself not wanting to move. And wishing he would wrap his arm around her, maybe flip her over so he was on top and--
Rosalind's face turned a deep red at the direction her thoughts had been going, and she squeezed her eyes shut tighter, very glad her telepathy didn't go both ways if she didn't want it, and hoping that he couldn't feel the warmth of her cheeks on his neck.
You're brooding again. Her voice trickled to his mind gently, so as not to startle him. What's wrong?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 3:52:38 GMT
Deimos watched her lazily as she readjusted herself. The warmth was always something comforting to him, though he didn't ever want to admit it. He had a feeling she knew, considering she was a psychic, but it was words he'd never admit directly. She was small and cute and warm and comforting, reminding him of hugs from his parents, or the safety and warmth of his bed. He took another sip of his drink before returning to resting. If only he could actually sleep. I'm always brooding. He retorted. I'm just tired. He added, a bit softer. He used a hand to nudge one of her back up to his hair. He hated to be Basic™, but he loved having his hair played with. He'd only ever let Rosie actually play with it, but he didn't need to let her know that, either. Are you ever worried people will look down on you? For being so close with me? I mean, there's not caring what people think, and then there's 'I could potentially live with the people for the rest of my life, maybe I should keep a good impression with them.' He asked her.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 2, 2017 4:05:48 GMT
Rosalind wasn't expecting that question, and her hand faltered for a moment before she gathered her thoughts and began playing with his hair again. She offered a light shrug, cuddling closer to him before answering. They already do. They either think I'm a poser because I'm so happy all the time and "nobody can be this happy without being fake", even if it was truer than people knew, Deimos included. Rosalind had no intentions of letting him find out she wasn't always gumdrops and sunshine though.
Or, she continued, they whisper about me because I'm a wingless fairy. I don't really care what people think about me, especially if its because I talk to you. Besides, it's apart of my secret plan. Her inner voice took on a teasing tone, and she smiled against his neck. I figure the more people see you haven't maimed little ole' me, the more people will realize they're views on you are stupid and you aren't a bad person. Rosie sat up a bit so she could smile at him. Besides, if people are gonna look down on me for something that stupid I don't wanna be their friends anyway.
She sat up fully, pouting down at him now. Unless you don't want me to be close to you?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 4:13:38 GMT
Deimos looked at her again, just peeking an eye open. He tended to forget that she was supposed to have wings, but some days she seemed to be in more pain, and he sympathized with her, and remembered she was missing something.
Now, the issue he had with mind reading was that she could read any thought that came to his mind, and the brain doesn't always say the things you actually end up saying out loud. So, when his mind was extremely quick to say Of course I do!, he let out a groan, hiding his face with a hand. He felt like he was blushing. He didn't blush. That wasn't in his personality, embarrassment. Still, he wished he could've stop the thought before it had come. He turned his head away from her, unable to look at her. If only she knew the truth of his feelings. The depths of them. Her saying dumb (read: romantic-esque) things like that made him frustrated. Every time she'd say something like that, he heart seemed to break out of it's cold black shell just to beat irregularly.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 2, 2017 4:28:57 GMT
Rosalind felt her eyes grow wide, and the blush that hadn't quite left her cheeks flared once more, and she was sure she closely resembled a strawberry right about now. It took her moment to react, but eventually she buried her face in his neck once more, the hand that'd been in his hair slipping down to grip the front of his shirt lightly. You don't mean that. She thought, the words laced with a bit more sadness than she'd intended. At least, he didn't mean it in the way she wished he did.
She'd accepted the fact that he only saw her as a little sister, and though the thought hurt more than she'd care to admit, she figured there wasn't anything she could do to change his views of her. If he didn't see her as anything else by now, chances were he never would. You only tolerate me because I don't give you dirty looks or run away screaming. She was only half joking, though it probably didn't sound like that to him.
Rosie blinked, a very out of place frown now on her face as she stared at the spot on his chest she'd begun to trace very lazy circles on. That's okay though. She thought, as if he knew exactly what she was referring to. She forced her voiced the words to sound happy again. I don't mind as long as I get to be with you.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 4:56:43 GMT
There. She did it again. He felt like his heart skipped a beat. He hoped she didn't notice. He willed his mind to stay blank until he was sure he could think properly. Why didn't you run? He asked her. He was always curious about that, he'd just never bothered to actually ask. But when she came to the academy, they were literal polar opposites. She was shy, scared, tense, he was outgoing, brash, rude. Thinking back on it, both their personalities took a 180-degree turn, especially now that Deimos was watching over his brother. What makes me so special? He asked her, a huffed laugh escaping.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 2, 2017 5:24:51 GMT
Rosalind's hand stilled, and her grip tightened on his shirt. Why hadn't she run? Since she'd gotten to the academy right after his accident, any and every rumor about him had been flying around. And she'd been her shy, timid, broken self. The things she heard should have scared her away.
So why hadn't they?"
Because...I could see you weren't as bad as they made you seem. True, even before they'd become friends, fourteen-year-old Rosalind was not good at keeping her telepathy and empathy in check. Upon one of their first meetings, Rosie got a glimpse, just briefly, of how afraid Deimos had been at the situation, probably more so than everyone else. And how he hadn't meant for it to happen it just did, and Rosie knew he needed at least one person who could say they were on his side, because from the sounds of it he had no-one.
I didn't want to be another person who ran from you without getting to know you. She sat up so she could look down into his face easily. I read your mind, by accident, when we first met. I could see that you needed someone on your side. So I figured I'd become that person. She bit her lip, wanting nothing more than to kiss him right now. Instead she lowered her head so her forehead rested on his, aching at how close she was to him and unable to do anything about it. I want to stay that person.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 5:59:38 GMT
Deimos was a bit taken aback, reading minds or not, and he knew she wasn't the only fairy with psychic powers, and yet no one, not a single student, had ever commented on his feelings and his thoughts during that time. His memory of after the murder was rather fuzzy; it all blurred together in a serious depression. It was the first, and so far only time, he'd ever ended up in the hospital ward, having tried to take his life. He paid for that though, and any stronger pain medications he was given became over-the-counter medications that barely did anything to ease any sort of pain.
He didn't want to admit how much Rosie's words meant to him. He couldn't bring himself to do so. He didn't want to ever be that close to someone. Even his "own" parents admitted to being afraid of him. His parents. And that wasn't even bringing in his biological parents. He forced himself to keep a straight face, but his heart ached so much he felt like it'd be less painful to take it out himself, and it had been a very long since he'd felt that close to tears. How could this girl, this initial stranger, care for him so unconditionally, when both of his own sets of parents couldn't?
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 2, 2017 6:20:56 GMT
Rosalind sat up completely so she was straddling his hips when she didn't get a response. He had an emotionless look on his face, and the negativity that was radiating from him was borderline overwhelming, forcing her to suck in a breath. She was afraid that she'd said something wrong, that maybe he really didn't want her around after all. Why else would he have shut down so quickly after what she'd said?
"Deimos..." She muttered, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't hear her. The pain he was feeling brought tears to her eyes, and she hated the feeling. Hated knowing that it was her words that caused this reaction. Deimos, she thought this time. Am I...did I...are you hurting because of me? Because of what I said? She put a hand to his chest, and then almost immediately recoiled as if her touching him would cause him any more pain.
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