Post by Aaren Nightingale on May 7, 2011 15:07:29 GMT -5
Aaren smiled, tugging her suitcase behind her. Her signature cabby hat atop her head slipped a bit as she looked around.
"So this is Firefox, eh?" Aaren's voice was unnaturally deep, because of her attempt to sound more boy-like. Her blue eyes scanned around, making sure her parents weren't around. Seeing that they didn't appear to be there, she sighed in relief. Her parents had been keeping a good eye on her ever since she'd shaved her hair. She was happy to be free of their stupid ideals and morals, at least for now. She was a little disappointed to have joined so late in the year, but moving to Spain was no easy task.
She also wasn't pleased to be in Hufflepuff, the least manly house ever. She wondered if she could apply to move to Gryffindor, because Ravenclaw was also a bit girly, Slytherin seemed to have been full of obnoxious pricks from what she could gather, and loads of awesomely manly men had gone to Gryffindor in the past. And Aaren wanted to be among them.
She walked around, unsure of where to go or what to do. She soon seemed to remember something and pulled out a mirror from her suitcase so then she could see if she looked too girly. After a bit of examining and hair flipping and such she looked suffiently boy-ish in her androgynous appearance. Satisfied, she put the mirror away.
Today seemed like it would be a good day.
Now to find someone who didn't mind showing her around. Or didn't mind a chat. Either was good, she guessed.
Draven was nervous. He had every right to be. In a couple of days, he and his boyfriend would be seeking out a known killer, a monster who made others do his bidding. And he did that because he enjoyed it. On top of that, Zephyrus was adamant about not giving Draven any information on the man besides his name: Gabriel. Draven had no idea what he looked like, what he used to kill people, nothing. Only a name. He was so nervous that there were times he considered calling off this seemingly suicide mission. That's why he'd wanted to go immediately: so he wouldn't have time to think about how stupid this really was. It was completely mental, but Draven had been so adamant about coming along that he wouldn't let himself turn back now. He couldn't, with good conscience, allow Zephyrus to face that man alone.
He hadn't attended class since the decision had been made. Draven was focusing entirely on the task at hand, steeling himself for what he might encounter. Not an easy thing to do when all you've got to go on is a name, so really he was just getting himself all worked up. The library had proven to be useless as a distraction as well, since that's where he'd made the decision in the first place. After shutting a book a little bit too hard, causing a loud thump that caused other students to look up, he had run out of there as if his pants had caught fire.
Now, though, near the arch, he had calmed down slightly. Slightly. His hands were still shaking, sweat making the palms chill, but at least he was moving at a more easy pace. There was still something decidedly off about his walk, though: he kept hesitating, looking from side to side as if he was being followed by an unseen spook. Had it not been for this, though, he might not have seen the kid with the suitcase.
His initial reaction was a little silly. In a panic, he darted behind a pillar. What if that was Gabriel? Yes, the person seemed a bit young for thrill-killing, but weirder things had happened. He counted rainbow-haired Slytherins among them. Taking a deep breath, he peeked around for a better look. He couldn't tell much from this distance though. He needed to get closer.
Drat.
Draven came out from behind the pillar, waving his left hand as he offered the stranger a friendly but nervous smile. ”Hello there! Are you new?” He assumed as much: they had a suitcase. It was late in the year for newcomers, but again, stranger things had happened. ”In any case, welcome to Firefox University. I'm rather new myself, first year.” A bit of a nervous chuckle. He would cease his chatter then to look over this new person more thoroughly. Now that he was closer, he could get a better look.
This person had rather fair features, on the feminine side. Yes, Draven's were similar, but even he had some angling to his face. This person's face was completely smooth, completely soft in appearance. The eyes, too, struck him as more elegant than his own. And then those eyebrows, the real indicator: they were quite thin, the one thing that struck him as undeniably feminine. The smile widened as he was finally able to figure out this rather androgynous person's gender. He held out his hand.
”My name's Draven, and I'm in Hufflepuff. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss.”
Post by Aaren Nightingale on May 7, 2011 20:05:02 GMT -5
”Hello there! Are you new? In any case, welcome to Firefox University. I'm rather new myself, first year.”
"Hi there. Yeah, I'm new," she said, looking at her suitcase. She chuckled with him.
”My name's Draven, and I'm in Hufflepuff. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss.”
Within twenty seconds of meeting Draven, he'd messed up. Her smile turned into a frown.
"I'm a boy. Why can't anyone understand that?"
She hated when people couldn't tell that she was trying her hardest to be masculine.
"My name's Aaren. I'm gonna be in Hufflepuff." She laughed. It was awesome that she'd met someone in her own house. "I'll be in first year, simply because my parents made me skip last year because I 'screwed up'."
She got a good look at the boy, and realised that he could easily be mistaken for a girl from far away. He was rather cute, too. And he seemed to be one of the nice guys, which was a bonus.
"You seem to be a nice guy, which is good."
She had to start some kind of conversation. She didn't want it to become awkward.
Wait, what? He'd been so certain that—hold up a second. That deep voice was totally being faked. Besides, “he” was too young to have even begun getting a deeper voice. Draven wasn't weird for being Squeaky McSquesakinsberg. He was weird for being clumsy, bookish, effeminate—you get the point. This was a girl, and she was pretending to be a boy. Why though? Draven tilted his head slightly sideways as he tried to figure it out. Part of him still couldn't believe what she'd said. ”You're a...but I was positive you were--” Wait hold up again. Did he really want to alienate the first kid around his age he'd met because she didn't accept her gender? Yeeeeeeah no. The shock pretended to melt away as he chuckled and scratched the back of his head. More nervous chuckling. ”I-I mean, of course you're a boy, sure as I am! If anyone's living proof that genders can be mistaken, it's me. I apologize...er...” Shoot what was “his” name? Oh, “he” hadn't given it.
"My name's Aaren. I'm gonna be in Hufflepuff."
Draven pointed to the sky as if he'd had a sudden epiphany. ”Aaren! Right. Of course. That's your name. Aaren. Yes.” Another nervous laugh. Man, where was Zeph when he needed him? Where was the confidence that he had when he was with hos Gryffindor?
"I'll be in first year, simply because my parents made me skip last year because I 'screwed up'."
Ah, so “he” was twelve then. Well, still the smallest age gap yet. And the smallest height gap. But what did “he” mean about screwing up? Draven's head tilted to the side again. He'd save it for another day. A day when they were better acquainted. A day when his mind wasn't racing a mile a minute. He'd already proven to have a knack for accidentally pissing Aaren off. Best to avoid that if at all possible.
"You seem to be a nice guy, which is good."
A...compliment? Draven really didn't know what to make of that. From his mother, sure. Even his father. His boyfriend. Maybe a professor. But a complete stranger? It was...awkward. Draven grimaced and scratched the back of his head. ”Ah...thanks, Aaren. You seem to be a nice gir--guy too. Eheh...” Oh god oh god oh god he'd slipped up. He'd alsmot called her a girl again. Quick, change the subject before “he” notices!
Post by Aaren Nightingale on May 7, 2011 21:09:55 GMT -5
”You're a...but I was positive you were--" he paused, seeming to reconsider continuing that sentence.
”I-I mean, of course you're a boy, sure as I am! If anyone's living proof that genders can be mistaken, it's me. I apologize...er..."
She laughed.
"Relax. Everyone slips up. Either way, I'm glad you reminded me that some people aren't going to accept me for who I am, so I should sorta keep it a little more quiet." she smiled kindly at him.
”Aaren! Right. Of course. That's your name. Aaren. Yes.” She'd completely caught him off guard.
”Ah...thanks, Aaren. You seem to be a nice gir--guy too. Eheh...Huhhlepuff'sanicehouse—ah. I-I mean...Hufflepuff, it's nice. Very...yellow?”
She laughed. Now he was stumbling over his words after calling her a girl again. She decided to let it slide, since they'd just barely met and she dropped that proverbial bombshell on the poor guy already.
"Not really manly enough for me, but if enduring it will help me become one, I'll definitely give it a shot!" Aaren chuckled.
She wanted to be like Draven. A real boy. Not a boy trapped in a girl's breasts and genitalia. An actual, honest-to-god real boy.
Nothing like herself; a boy trapped in the shell of a girl, waiting to break free, despite that time's high probability of never coming.
She was meant to be a goddamn boy, and by god, she'd become one.
"Relax. Everyone slips up. Either way, I'm glad you reminded me that some people aren't going to accept me for who I am, so I should sorta keep it a little more quiet."
Draven frowned. That hadn't been a reminder he'd given: it had been an accidental strike to a nerve better left alone. He'd upset Aaren and he wouldn't soon forgive himself, even if Aaren had. He knew how it felt to be mistaken for the gender you weren't...or the one you wished you weren't, as the case was with this new acquaintance of his. Avoiding toes was proving to be more difficult here than it had ever been back home.
"Not really manly enough for me, but if enduring it will help me become one, I'll definitely give it a shot!"
She really was desperate,wasn't she? Draven chuckled lightly. ”Well, I've yet to see something magic can't do, Aaren. You'll be gobsmacked, I promise. I certainly was.” He gave Aarena smile and gestured towards the entrance to the castle. ”Here, let me show you around. It's big, this place. Easy to get lost.” He wasn't going to let Aaren protest: if “he” did, “he” would be without a suitcase of belongings given that Draven had now taken it into his possession. It was awful heavy for such a scrawny thing, but darn it he was determined to make Aaren feel welcome. He groaned under the weight, bending backwards to keep the suitcase off the ground. ”Alright then,” he croaked, ”follow me. We'll get your bag up to Hufflepuff's Common Room first, then from there we can go to...well...just about wherever you like.” Good god this bag was heavy. He stumbled backwards but somehow managed to keep his feet. ”Right, Hufflepuff. Common Room. Follow me.”
And then he'd stagger forward with Aaren's bag, pausing to see if “he” was coming along. Once Dravenwas sure his acquaintance was following, he'd hoist the suitcase a bit higher onto his person and chuckle at Aaren. ”Heavens, you must have the entire contents of Spell Bound in here! Nothing I can't handle thou—WOAH!” And then the inevitable happened: he fell backwards, the suitcase landing on him.
Ow.
Draven pushed up on it, but his toothpick arms weren't in the best position for lifting that case off of him. He wheezed out a nervous laugh. He was going to be squished, he just knew it. He was going to be smothered by a suitcase filled with God-knows what. Unless...He tilted his head back to look at Aaren upside-down. ”You've got your wand on you, yes?" he squeaked, "How about a little crash course in Charms before we start this grand tour?” He wiggled his left arm free, squeaking again as the suitcase weighed down more on that side of him. He couldn't reach his wand, so he'd have to give a bare-handed demonstration.
”Alright, you're going to move your wand hand like this,with your wand pointed at the suitcase:” he made a gentle swooping motion, followed by a flick. ”While you're doing that, say Wingardium Leviosa.” He let out a puff of air. God this thing was heavy. ”Alright, give it a shot Aaren. I'll let you discover yourself what it does.”
He really hoped his hair didn't catch fire. That would blow big baby chunks.
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Post by Aaren Nightingale on May 8, 2011 9:37:48 GMT -5
He took her bag. "Alright then, follow me. We'll get your bag up to Hufflepuff's Common Room first, then from there we can go to...well...just about wherever you like. Right, Hufflepuff. Common Room. Follow me.” his voice was strained, and it was obvious the bag was way too heavy for him. He was only scrawny.
Aaren opened her mouth to speak, but then he spoke again.
"Heavens, you must have the entire contents of Spell Bound in here! Nothing I can't handle thou—WOAH!” he fell over, the suitcase weighing him down. He hurried over to him as he tried to lift if off of himself.
"You've got your wand on you, yes? How about a little crash course in Charms before we start this grand tour?” She reached into her pocket and quickly pulled the wand out.
”Alright, you're going to move your wand hand like this,with your wand pointed at the suitcase. While you're doing that, say Wingardium Leviosa. Alright, give it a shot Aaren. I'll let you discover yourself what it does.”
She copied what he had done and said the incantation, and soon, the suitcase was levitating in the air above Draven.
"That's frigging awesome!" she couldn't help but drop her attempt at a boy voice and stare at the floating suitcase in marvel. She passed her hand under it, and smiled when it stayed in the air.
Aaren then realised that Draven was near and she was being very unguy-like, and fixed herself.
"You alright?" she asked, her voice not as deep as before as she cast a glance up at the suitcase again.
"You're not dead, so I guess that's a good sign."
She giggled. Oh shit it sounded girly. Realising her mistake, she let the giggle turn into a chuckle.
By some miracle, Aaren got it right the first time. The suitcase lifted off of Draven, allowing him to draw in a deep breath before rolling out from under the object that had recently threatened his well-being. It wasn't until he moved, though, that he realized something: his ribs didn't feel quite right. They weren't broken, since that surely would have hurt like hell, but they were...tender. Really tender. Had they perhaps cracked a bit? Quite possible. He grimaced.
"You alright? You're not dead, so I guess that's a good sign."
Draven chuckled lightly and rubbed his ribcage. "Yeah...I'll be alright I think. I'll certainly feel that tomorrow though." He stood up then, wincing as the movement made his ribs ache more. He staggered a bit but gave Aaren a reassuring smile once he regained his bearings. "Serves me right for trying to carry that manually. I'm really not built for such things." Yeah, no kidding. Just to prove his point, he held his left arm out and flexed. Not even a tiny bit of muscle rose from that twiggy limb. Draven was the essence of wimpiness.
He pulled his wand back out and pointed it at the still-floating suitcase, taking over the spell for Aaren after gazing proudly at his pupil. "I'm supposed to be working on sustaining spells for long periods of time. I hope you don't mind me borrowing your bag for that." He really should have done that before. Oh well, hindsight is 20/20. "Alright, shall we?" He flicked his wand in the direction they were to be heading, sending the suitcase a bit ahead of them.
As Draven limped along with Aaren following him, Draven would periodically check the bag's height and readjust his spell to make sure it stayed airborne. After he was fairly confident that it was going to stay floating if he took some of his concentration away, he looked at Aaren with an expression of curiosity. "Where are you from, then? I'm from Britain myself, but I've a friend that came from New Jersey. I reckon people come from all around to attend Firefox."
Yes, let's get to know this very interesting person.
Post by Aaren Nightingale on May 9, 2011 15:11:23 GMT -5
I'm supposed to be working on sustaining spells for long periods of time. I hope you don't mind me borrowing your bag for that. Alright, shall we?"
"Sounds cool." She nodded and began to walk beside him, wondering is he really was okay. "Where are you from, then? I'm from Britain myself, but I've a friend that came from New Jersey. I reckon people come from all around to attend Firefox."
"I'm from Canada." It was a statement. Then, as a second thought, she added, "Contrary to popular, non-Canadian belief, we don't live in igloos and get around on dogsleds. We're almost like the US, in a way. I guess. So what's Britain like?"
She took the hat off and began to twirl it around her finger as the breeze picked up a bit and ruffled her hair. While doing so, she wondered if he knew anyone that wouldn't try to kill her over her sliiight difference.
"Hey, Draven," She said, looking over at the younger one, " do you know anyone that might not flip out over me talking about this and acting like that?"
She gave him a half smile, sort of hopeful, sort of doubtful. The last thing she needed was to cross the wrong line and anger someone who she should stay away from. She had no clue what the people in this school were like, and if by some miracle, she'd been sent to a school full of people she'd absolutely hate, then she really should know what she might be getting herself into.
Assuming he answered, her own answer would come as an "Ah, I see." Afterwards then, she would continue walking, the mood maybe becoming a bit awkward. After some time, she would then think of what kind of friends Draven had, and would find herself asking for no apparent reason, completely subconsciously;
"So what's that NJ buddy of yours like?"
And she would hope that she wasn't accidentally prying too much.
"I'm from Canada. Contrary to popular, non-Canadian belief, we don't live in igloos and get around on dogsleds. We're almost like the US, in a way. I guess. So what's Britain like?"
Draven giggled, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "I thought igloos were an Alaska thing, to be honest. Maybe the Yukon, but hardly anyone lives there I think." Another chuckle. "Britain's pretty similar to Canada and America, I suppose, but we don't treat our teeth as well. I'm lucky mine are straight: my mum's teeth are all cattywompas and she gets all sorts of things stuck between them. Maybe I'll learn a spell that can fix that for her." Green eyes turned upward as he tried to think of other differences. "Ah! We have royalty that don't serve any sort of purpose. They're just figureheads really, old remnants of a former government. They're rather akin to an appendix, really. They're there, but they no longer have any use because the country had evolved to not need them. Only difference is we don't cut them out when a problem flares up: instead we post it all over the news!" He laughed. Man, that had been a bad one.
"Hey, Draven, do you know anyone that might not flip out over me talking about this and acting like that?"
"Hmm?" Draven focused back on Aaren, brows raising when "his" question sunk in. "Ah, right. Well..." He stroked his chin thoughtfully, sighing when he couldn't come up with much of an answer. "To be honest, I've not met many people here yet. I'm more solitary. Of the ones I've met, though..." Cyan...no. He seemed deeply disturbed when Zeph kissed him on the cheek, so a girl wanting to be a boy would probably be even worse. Layne, he had no clue about. She'd been drunk the only time he'd met her. And then Zeph...hm. He was a possibility. He didn't seem to like girls much, but maybe he'd be more receptive to one that believed she was supposed to be the opposite gender? He really wasn't certain though. "...Yeah, I don't know, sorry about that."
"Ah, I see."
"But I have no problem with it!" he added reassuringly. "Yes, I was a bit gobsmacked when you first mentioned it, but I think that's a normal reaction to something so different. There really isn't anything wrong with it in my opinion." He smiled and gave Aaren a pat. "So you've got me at the very least, though I'm sure you'll find others as you get to know people." Yeah, he couldn't be the only completely accepting person in this place.
"So what's that NJ buddy of yours like?"
"Zephyrus?" Draven blushed and scratched the back of his head, hand pausing to fiddle with his ponytail. "Well, for starters, he's in Gryffindor. Fourth year. He's usually quite cheerful and silly but he's more than capable of getting upset. It's usually because he thinks he did something wrong. Really hard on himself, he is, but I don't understand why." He sighed. That really did frustrate him about his boyfriend, how he was always taking the blame for everything. Couldn't he stop to think long enough to figure out that nothing was entirely his fault? Draven needed to work on that with him. "He's really smart though, and he's helping me get ahead a bit. He's teaching me spells I wouldn't normally learn until later. We had a duel a little while back and I was holding my own pretty well until he summoned a snake." Draven cringed. That had not been fun. Not at all. Running for his life, then losing the entire contents of his stomach. Eugh.
Was he...beating around the bush? He'd yet to mention that Zephyrus was his boyfriend, something that he usually would have said first. Perhaps he was protecting the Gryffindor after seeing how sensitive he'd been to Layne's remarks. He bit his lip and looked at Aaren out of the corner of his eye. She'd understand...wouldn't she? "To be honest, Aaren, I'm not what most people consider "normal" either. I'm gay." He paused, letting that sink in a bit before continuing. "Zephyrus is my boyfriend. I've come across people who think that's wrong in more than one way, but I really don't see the big deal with it. So long as he and I are happy, what does it matter that we're both boys and I'm four years younger?" He sighed. Layne he'd been okay with, but that peeping tom of a Professor had crossed the line. She'd violated his privacy. He always felt like someone was watching him now, and he didn't like it. "Anyway, I completely know how you feel. It's not right to be persecuted just because you don't fit the cookie-cutter mold society has made for everyone."
Post by Aaren Nightingale on May 9, 2011 18:40:59 GMT -5
"Zephyrus? Well, for starters, he's in Gryffindor. Fourth year. He's usually quite cheerful and silly but he's more than capable of getting upset. It's usually because he thinks he did something wrong. Really hard on himself, he is, but I don't understand why. He's really smart though, and he's helping me get ahead a bit. He's teaching me spells I wouldn't normally learn until later. We had a duel a little while back and I was holding my own pretty well until he summoned a snake."
Aaren laughed. She knew people like that. Always beating themselves up over nothing.
"To be honest, Aaren, I'm not what most people consider 'normal' either. I'm gay. Zephyrus is my boyfriend. I've come across people who think that's wrong in more than one way, but I really don't see the big deal with it. So long as he and I are happy, what does it matter that we're both boys and I'm four years younger? Anyway, I completely know how you feel. It's not right to be persecuted just because you don't fit the cookie-cutter mold society has made for everyone."
She nodded, understanding. Yeah, society had pretty much screwed anyone 'different' over. Like in factory. 'Defective' or 'poorly made' things were gotten rid of. And that made her feel a bit sick. No, actually, it disgusted her, because society worked in that exact same way. Anyone considered 'different' from the rest was ostracized and treated horribly. Why else were there people people on the street? They couldn't keep up with the status quota, that's why. Not enough money.
"It's horrible. My big brother calls it brainwashing, but my parents tell him that there are rules that everyone has to follow, and society is only trying to help the world. Help the world my ass."
She then pouted for a bit, and turned to Draven. "All the nice, good guys are all taken, straight or fictional characters..." She gave him a half-hearted smile, which turned into a slight cat face(83), due to her childishness. A bit of a blush found its way onto her cheeks.
"It's horrible. My big brother calls it brainwashing, but my parents tell him that there are rules that everyone has to follow, and society is only trying to help the world. Help the world my ass."
Draven sighed and nodded. "My dad's like that, leery of things that are different. It'll be awkward when I tell him about Zeph." Heck, maybe even fatal. Aaren didn't need to know that, though, so he let the thought go with a grimace and a scratch behind his ear. He checked the suitcase as well, to see if it was still aloft. Yep! That served to bring his mood up the rest of the way too, so proud of himself he was. He was hardly thinking about the spell for crying out loud!
"All the nice, good guys are all taken, straight or fictional characters..."
Hmm? That came out of nowhere. What was Aaren lamenting? Had the newcomer been hoping Draven was single? He chuckled nervously at the thought. Hopefully "he" knew that those in relationships were off limits, else things could get awkward. Draven didn't fancy being the tip of a love triangle. He was glad when Aaren changed the subject without his prompting, even if that grin was a bit disconcerting.
"So how does he treat you?"
It took him a bit to process that question with the way those eyes were boring into him. There'd be a moment of hesitation before he found his words again. "Very well, in fact. I feel much safer when I'm near him. I doubt there's much of anything he can't protect me from, and absolutely nothing he won't try to. He's very protective of me, but I sort of need someone like that. I'm rather accident prone, if the suitcase landing on me was any indication." He started blushing again. "He's very gentle too. He knows that I'm not very sturdy at all, so he takes care to handle me softly. It's really something, let me tell you: he's quite a bit larger than myself but he's capable of being just as delicate." Would she get what he was saying? He was a little too modest to go into great detail about what action he was gentle with, so he hoped so. Besides, Vablatsky might be listening. He really didn't need to get into any more trouble with that snoop. "We have our fights like any average couple, but it's impossible for us to stay mad at each other. Gracious, he even forgave me for slapping him on the face before the mark had even begun to fade away!" Another sigh, this one longer and more dreamy than the others. "I know what people say about getting hopes up about a fresh relationship. but I really think me and Zeph have a good chance at staying together. He makes me so happy, and I can see that I do the same for him."
Post by Aaren Nightingale on May 9, 2011 19:44:35 GMT -5
"Very well, in fact. I feel much safer when I'm near him. I doubt there's much of anything he can't protect me from, and absolutely nothing he won't try to. He's very protective of me, but I sort of need someone like that. I'm rather accident prone, if the suitcase landing on me was any indication. He's very gentle too. He knows that I'm not very sturdy at all, so he takes care to handle me softly. It's really something, let me tell you: he's quite a bit larger than myself but he's capable of being just as delicate. We have our fights like any average couple, but it's impossible for us to stay mad at each other. Gracious, he even forgave me for slapping him on the face before the mark had even begun to fade away! I know what people say about getting hopes up about a fresh relationship. but I really think me and Zeph have a good chance at staying together. He makes me so happy, and I can see that I do the same for him."
She smiled. Hearing him talk like that, it warmed her heart. He thought a lot of his boyfriend, and it was extremely obvious he loved him.
"He sounds like a good person. Probably one of the best I've heard of in a long time."
She then realised that she still had her wand out, and she started to wonder what Zephyrus might think of her as she put it away.
It was then, the suitcase dropped.
And Draven was walking right towards it.
((Bullshitted this one because I was distracted <33))
"He sounds like a good person. Probably one of the best I've heard of in a long time."
Draven nodded, too focused on Aaren to have noticed the suitcase dropping. Recipe for disaster. "Yeah, he's pretty spec--AH!" Draven's foot caught on the suitcase, sending him in a downward arc towards the floor. No amount of arm flailing would prevent the inevitable splat as face hit floor. Only by some miracle had Draven been able to turn his head before his nose became a victim of his clumsiness yet again. There wasn't any Cyan to fix it, after all, and he wasn't quite ready to trust Aaren with a spell directed straight at his face.
Even though he was relatively unscathed, though, it was still humiliating. Whether Aaren wanted it to be or not, "his" body was one of a female. Draven had fallen flat on his face in front of a girl, and being gay didn't make it any less mortifying. So he just layed there, motionless, trying to convince himself that that didn't just happen. It wasn't working. He knew it had happened, sure as the sun had risen that morning. He'd fallen in front of a girl.
Way to go, Draven.
Sighing, Draven rolled over and off of Aaren's suitcase, stopping on his back to stare at the ceiling. "You know, I've never been the most sure-footed fellow, but it seems as if I've been having impromptu meetings with the floor more often since I got here." A light laugh as he tried to shake the embarrassment. "It must be enchanted or something."
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