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Eight, Addison and Dusk were walking together dusk looking at her book, while eight and Addison were talking loudly dusk bumped into mac falling down "ow" she said
Dusk pulled on eight's shirt "Please just let it go eight I am sorry I will watch where i am going next time" She said "It is not your fault dusk" Addison said
Addison said you can join!))
((Alright-))Londyn walks in and leans against the wall, watching them. She was kind of amused at what was happening, so she decided to just listen in.
Mac tilted her head back and laughed. "Wow. Need someone to hold you back? Pathetic." She spat, looking him up and down.
"I will hurt you so help me god if you say another word sweet heart"He said Addison saw London and started pulling on eight's shirt
Londyn walked towards them. "It seems that you lot are getting quite physical. As amusing as it is, there's no need for this."
Eight grey eyes turned red "I will sweet heart you don't scare me one bit" Addison shook her head to londyn
Londyn chuckled. "The first mistake was calling her sweetheart. The second mistake is underestimating the power of a vampire." She smirked. "Your third, and biggest, mistake was not leaving while you had the chance."
Londyn shrugged, "A vampire underestimating another vampire. Nothing unusual. Just very stupid." She held Mac back and shook her head. "Leave him be and you and I can go hunting or something to calm you down."
((Yessem))
Instead of heading to the bathroom, Will took a sharp turn after leaving the ball room. His heart ached and he had managed to hold in his tears. Thankfully nobody was in the halls at the time, so Will threw himself up against the wall and fell down, his back resting against the cold material. Taking a deep breath, he finally let it all out.
Bursting into sobs, he covered his face with his hands. Weakly flicking his wrist, his sketchbook and staff came flying over to him. His body wracked, and it honestly felt like the ground was trembling just beneath his feet, when in all reality it wasnβt. βO-oh my fucking- William you i-idiot!β He whispered, choking on the air. βStupidβ¦so stupidβ¦ I really am a faggotβ¦ so fucking stupid..β
Will sniffled, hands trembling. βYou just met him. Why are you falling for him? His stupid smile and giggles and the little expressionsβ¦ wow, what a queer I am. Artist, singing, totally lovestruck. Kill me.β Laughing at the thought, Will slumped where he was sitting against the wall, letting his head hit the bricks harshly.
Taking a minute to let it all out, Will didnβt move from his spot. βDad was rightβ¦ Goddamnit, this is such bullshitβ¦ and Iβm probably either annoying or worrying Azielβ¦ ugh..β Will sighed, shakily standing up. If he were being honest, he didnβt know if he even should go back in this condition. Plus, what would he even say?
Being the over cautious introvert he was, Will decided to not go back. He would apologize to Aziel whenever he saw him again. Because Will knew that Aziel would frown upon his appearance. Who wouldnβt? His hair was all over the place now, and his eyes were slightly red with tears still falling from them. Even though he was crumbling apart, Will managed to breathe and grab his stuff.
βWhere do I go..?β His thoughts took over his body and he started walking without any idea of where he was headed. βWhatever.. anywhere, I guess.β
Benjiro entered the main hall. Knowing how long he took to get here he had a feeling he was already late for one class or another. But he didn't really seem to mind, or even care. he already knew he was gonna stick out like a sore thumb, what with not ONLY dressing like a samurai, but with his red hair that could be seen for miles. he hadn't really planed on being the "Perfect student", he just wanted to get by without causing any trouble.
Haruka came in as a boy. He was interested in drawing the school's architecture there was something...artistic about the structure that took his breath away.
((Heads up, I may be slow to reply now, hence it being the weekend and I donβt have Wi-Fi at home, so I can only reply if Iβm on my moms phone. If nothing important is happening, yβall can post 2 or 3 times if you get impatient!))
In a blur of purple, William rushed past before stopping at a pillar, tears very clearly brimming his eyes. The hallways werenβt really full, hence it being close to a passing period and kids sneaking out of class with passes just to hang out absently. Pushing his messily trimmed bangs aside, Will took a cold intake of breath. The wizard slowly passed his glossy, hazel eyes, over every student in the halls. As if spurred by the fair amount of beasts in the room, he quickly shuffled his feet subconsciously, weary of his surroundings. Placing his hands against the pillar behind him, he decided to take in each students appearance. Some were just talking, whilst others sat in admiration ofβ¦whatever. Perhaps the awards hanging on the nearest wall beside him, or the art others had made. Maybe even the magical orbs in one corner, embedded into the stone walls. Will came to a drawling conclusion that he was totally, completely, alone.
Haruka looks up from his sketch pad, his eyes widening at Will. He thought of going to him to see if he was okay, but well he shy. But then again the guy might need a friend... He began to walk towards him.
((Mk! Just wanted to make sure you knew, lol. Some people get really impatient.))
Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat. 1, 2, 3, 4,β¦ Will let his mind go lax, his heart beat slowly calming. Lord knows if he had gotten the attention of any lurking vampires with the heavy beat of his pulse. Hitting the back of his head on the pillar at the very thought, he grimaced before noticing two new figures. One had just turned away, but seemed to be incognito. Listening for something, or to something. The other was walking towards him, holding what Will immediately recognized as a sketch pad. Wait- walking towards him? Why was he walking towards him? The only other person who had ever bothered to walk in his direction had been- stop, his mind shouted, a yowling sadness creeping in. Donβt think of him. Donβt think of the ball. Yeah, no. Get rid of that train of thought before it caused an outburst.
Will kept his eyes flickering between the two totally different figures. One was clearly a werewolf, whom of which was obviously embarrassed, annoyed, and probably high with anxiety all the while. The other had stopped approaching him, only to start staring. Keeping his hat over his head, he rose his hands up to swiftly adjust it so it covered his face. Goddamn it, this is awkward. Seriously, maybe I should have just left for the dormitories instead of stopping.


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