Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 7, 2010 18:32:03 GMT -5
Sparky peeked into the feasting hall. Not all that crowded. Most of the dinner rush was gone at this point of the night. He brought Orca inside, having ran up to his room (Orca had known where he slept, and he'd been surprised, but then he had realized just why he did.) and gotten Orca a replacement shirt and his other light robe for good measure. Hopefully, Orca would look less like a monster more like a wizard and blend in easier.
Let's not go into how weird it was for Professor Cobalt to have company in the first place.
He chose not to put himself in the spotlight by going to the staff table, and instead chose a rather empty corner of the Ravenclaw table. He still looked like a student half the time, anyway. He invited Orca to sit down as he grabbed a few pieces of the bacon that had appeared immediately as he sat down.
Man, whoever was down in the kitchen sure knew him well.
The lycan followed closely at Sparky's heel, the path they took one he had taken many a time. Only before it'd always been as Sparky's dog. Whatever. He tried to stay inconspicuous as they entered the cafeteria (or whatever the fancy word for it was), hands jammed in his pockets and a mild look on his face.
Sparky's shirt, a plain gray thing, fit him pretty well, since they were basically the same size, and the robe-thing the wizard had had him wear over it didn't hamper his movements as much as he thought it might. Still was pretty damn uncomfortable, though.
He sat opposite Sparky, watched as the other boy dug into his delicious baconage, grinning at how happy he looked. Sparky sure did love him some bacon.
A thought occurred to the wolf, and he grinned almost absentmindedly. Waking up next to Sparky, walking around in Sparky's shirt, coming down from Sparky's room to eat breakfast?
"Hey, so is this like the morning after or what?" he commented blithely, and snagged a piece of artery-clogging goodness for himself.
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 7, 2010 19:46:32 GMT -5
"Morning... after?" Sparky asked, confused as he looked outside. "But it's still evening..." He looked back to Orca, piece of bacon (and chunk of toast) in his mouth hampering speech. "Whadoumean?" He said through his breakfast.
He chewed for a second and finally swallowed the delicious meat and bread combo. He was hungrier than he thought, and he started to make a toast-egg-bacon sammich, though it was rightfully dinner time (thus the steak or two that were hanging out on the table).
He cleared his throat as he finished his bite. "You know, you can as-..."
Wait, could he? Did it work for people who weren't magic? Best not to bring that up again, not when they were back to being slice of life again.
"Is there, ah... Anything you wanna eat?" He eyed the food already on the table, in particular the steak. It looked rather... more cooked than Orca liked it.
"You know," he started, face all seriousness. "The morning after." It seemed an explanation was in order, but, fortunately for Sparky, Orca didn't feel up to it. He waved a hand, amused. "Nevermind, it was nothing."
He could what? He could ass? Was that some weird wizard euphemism for something that Sparky wasn't gonna tell him? Shit.
"Is there, ah... Anything you wanna eat?"
The lycan shrugged, munched on the piece of bacon. "I dunno. How do these table things work, anyway? I just seen kids use 'em, or whatever. Is it like, you put in your order, and then like someone in the basement cooks it and then does that one teleport thing you can do that goes bang! and then it comes here?" By the end of his rambling run-on sentence question, the lycan was wide-eyed. Wizards were fucking crazy.
"I guess... I dunno. I like meat? Not raw," he was quick to add. "I ain't that far gone." His head tilted, wolfish, and he grinned at Sparky. "C'mon, Spark, you know what I like, don'tcha?"
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 8, 2010 0:22:13 GMT -5
He still didn't get it. It wasn't morning! It was evening! Though he did ask if this was like the morning after. But what did that imply? He'd never really heard that term before, except for literally.
His explanation was kind of how it worked. Only, you know, it was near instantaneous. He wasn't sure how they did it. Word was most everything was premade and kept magically prestine, and you'd have to stretch very hard to get it to take much longer than the time it'd take to summon it.
But... he did have a pretty good idea of what Orca liked. It wasn't hard, really...
A big plate of scrambled eggs appeared, with two sausages on the side. Sparky already had the bacon covered, of course, and a giant chocolate milkshake appeared next to the plate, topped with whipped cream. On another plate, a big, loaded baked potato (minus sour cream and chives) materialized, followed by a decent steak (medium rare!) and of course a dinner roll for which to make small steak sammiches with.
Maybe it was a little overboard.
"Did I, uh.." Sparky mumbled, sheepishly. "Did I miss anything?"
Orca's jaw dropped. The most food he'd ever seen together in his life appeared, spreading across the tabletop like a miniature buffet. And it was all his favorite food, too. Bacon and steak and potatos, oh my! He didn't know where to start.
"Wow, Spark," he said, eyes glistening a bit in gratitude (and/or hunger). "You're the best girlfriend ever."
There was no way he could ever hope to eat everything there, but he'd do his best. Since Sparky was eating breakfast foods, he decided to go with that first, too. He scooted the plate with the scrambled eggs over to himself, giving the sausages a wry look as he did. Dick jokes aside, he'd never really like sausages; the texture was all weird and he'd never known exactly what meat they even were supposed to be. Scrambled eggs though, man, that stuff was awesome.
He took a huge bite, chewed it, swallowed, gulped some of the delicious chocolate shake. It was probably the best moment of his life, ever. He grinned at the boy across from him, happiness near radiating from every pore.
"You're gonna eat some too, right? I can't eat it all myseeeelf."
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 8, 2010 0:50:40 GMT -5
Sparky's face noticably flushed at what Orca said.
"N-n-no I'm not.." He started, mumbling. "For one, I'm not even a g-... a girl." Not to mention he'd be a pretty depressing girlfriend. He probably wouldn't even put out! Not to mention his periods would be terrible. Yeah, Sparky would be the worst girl. Ever.
"O-of course!" Sparky said, trying to distract himself from the comment anyway. He grabbed another potato and slowly started picking the bacon bits off it, depositing them in his mouth and slowly chewing the tender pieces.
He grabbed a cup and sipped, plain old juice in it enough for him for now.
"Can you imagine how much this would cost in town?" Maaan. Sparky didn't have that kind of money. He turned to Orca, watching as he ate. He was pretty cute, all happy like this.
"Orca..." He started to get anxious, but he popped another bacon bit. "Why.. or... or how... or whatever... Did you become a uh.." He swallowed, and pushed another little piece in. "You know. A l-lycan."
Orca chewed thoughtfully on a roll. "Oh, yeah, I guess you're right. Should I call you my boyfriend, then?" He was kidding, of course. Only queers had boyfriends, and he definitely wasn't no queer. Not one bit. Sparky, on the other hand... Well.
"Ah, man, well I dunno 'bout that wizard money shit, but I bet in America it'd cost a good, oh," he cast a quick eye over the food, did some math in his head. He was pretty good at math. Not so much English. Or Science. Or anything else but P.E. "It'd prolly cost ya a good thirty, thirty-five bucks or so. More with tax. And a tip! Gotta do at least a fifteen percent tip, so there's another five bucks right there."
He stole a piece of Sparky's bacon, munched it happily while Sparky stuttered out his own fumbling little sort of conversation. He could tell the wizard was getting nervous, just didn't know why.
"A l-lycan."
Oh. That was why. Orca finished his bite, kept his steady teal gaze on Sparky. Why in hell would the wizard wanna know that? Well, he'd asked, so he'd get an answer.
"I had this... friend." Yeah, right. Friend. More than a friend, worse than a friend. That fuck. "We moved to Europe together when we was twelve? Thirteen? Anyway, he, uh, well he started hangin' out with... vampires, you know. And I found out they just killed these kids like real recent, and pretty much nothin' was done about it. My... friend, he didn't care, but I was scared for him. I wasn't never good at magic, Spark, I wasn't strong like you." He laughed, no hint of self-deprecation or even bitterness in his tone. He was stronger, now. He didn't regret a thing.
Except maybe everything with Atticus in general.
"Well, uh, I wanted to protect him, you know. He's my -- he was my everything. I owed him a lot." A pause, his eyes went distant. "So I went to the lycans and asked them to turn me. They were real nice, much more like a fam'ly than I ever had back home. My ma wolf took real good care of me, taught me t' hunt and stuff. But, uh," he shrugged. "Guess I wasn't strong enough still, 'cause they got Atty eventually." He hadn't died, not that he knew of, but they'd still gotten to him. Made him a whole different person. He'd ditched Orca, after all, the person he'd promised to stay with 'forever and ever and ever'.
Asshole.
The lycan shook his head, focused on Sparky again. "That's all, I guess."
The eggs didn't look so appetizing, anymore. He set the plate aside, feeling slightly bad at the waste of food. Maybe he could take it to his cat friends, or something.
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 8, 2010 1:56:25 GMT -5
"B-b-boy-fri-" That was the extent of what he could say, before he shut himself up. Plus, he had no idea how muggle money worked, let alone American muggle money. He wasn't even sure if over in America, American wizards used the same money they did. Wasn't there some sort of drama over the currency back in the days of the American Colonies? Ah well. History of Magic was never his best subject, though he'd hate to tell that to his headmaster.
He listened carefully, occasionally grabbing another bit to eat here and there as Orca related his lycan-life story. It was sad, really, and the way it played out with this guy he hadn't ever heard of recently--he assumed, because Orca didn't mention him, he was either dead or a vampire--reminded him a little of things with Teagan. Of course, it was hard not to hear a sneeze and be reminded of Teagan, so that might have not been saying much, but it did make Sparky sympathize a little.
"I.." What could he say to a story like that? He watched as Orca pushed the food aside, and for once in his life, Sparky felt like he had caught some sort of body language message. He hesitantly reached an arm out, and placed it on Orca's. "I'm sorry.." He murmured quietly. It was all he could say, really.
"Have things... gotten better for you here?" What he really wanted to ask was, was life better like that or as Sparky's dog? But that felt a little rude.
The lycan blinked, looked up when he felt the hand on his arm. "Don't be sorry," he said, a warm look replacing the slightly despondent one that'd crept over his face like a slow storm. Sparky was so cute, so stuttery, and was that worry he saw? Aww. Precious. "It's in the past, anyway. An' yeah, yeah, things have been loads better since I came here." Except for that whole Dom thing. That had just blown. "Well, mostly better. I've had lots of fun with you, though."
A real grin surfaced, and he was quick to snatch Sparky's hand up into both of his before the other boy could even think to retreat it. "Why you bein' so nice to me, Spark?" It was nice, having someone show caring, even if it was something as simple as breakfast and a touch on the arm.
"'Kay, so you just listened to me ramble on about myself. Why don'tcha tell me somethin' 'bout you, then, hmm?" What did he want to know about Sparky? Well, besides everything. He had to ask specifics though, or Sparky would find a way to squeeze through the cracks and answer nothing at all.
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 8, 2010 14:30:46 GMT -5
"Well.. I'm glad that.. things have been better. I'm sorry if I was a bad, er... owner." Man, this was an awkward conversation. That was probably the last thing anyone wanted to do: have a real conversation with a pet that they'd only thought of as a pet for years. Can you imagine all the hearts broken? 'I can't believe you would DRESS ME UP like that' 'I thought it was cute!' 'i'm a goddamn PARAKEET' etc.
He stared as Orca took Sparky's hand into his. "I, uh, I was just... I'm sorry?" He wasn't trying to be nice, really. He just felt bad. He was still scared, and it would take more than Orca looking sad to get him over him being a people eating killing machine, but that didn't mean they couldn't be friends.
He winced as Orca brought up Sparky, instead. He didn't like talking about himself. There wasn't much to say except that he sucked and everyone he knew was dead.
Except, of course, Te-
"Tell me about Teagan."
Figures.
He'd never really talked about it to anyone. There wasn't much to say, really, and it was a depressing story. Why did Orca even want to know?
"Ah... Teagan." His face slipped into the usual :/ face that seemed to adorn his face often. "W-well.." Where to start? "I met her in the... Triangle Tunnel." A small smile grew on his face as he remembered, forgetting the 'bad end' associated with the story. "I was working at a, um, a shoe store. And she needed shoes. So I sold her some." Sparky sighed, looking to the stars. So romantic.
"A-anyway... We went to um, school here together. We were both prefects, and we were Head students..." Those were all the technicalities, though, It didn't even come close to explaining the emotional aspect. "I-I just wanted to be her friend, you know? She always seemed so sad. And one night, in Drakborough.."
He remembered it way too well.
"Well... she was just sitting there, sad. So I gave her, a um. A hug. And she just... left. She didn't even get mad. I think that's what was so.. painful?" He took a deep breath. "But something happened. Like... As she was walking away, I kind of... I don't know." 'Fell in love' seemed too cliche, but that was exactly what had happened that night, that second.
"And right then, she turned around, and she came back and hugged me.." Maybe his proudest moment. "And then she... she ran away... But I think maybe... Maybe she felt the same a little, that night.."
"I hope so, anyway.."
He let out a long sigh.
"Anyway, after that, things just got kind of... worse." He thought back to all of those awkward situations they'd gotten in. "She was.." Though it hurt him to admit it, it was the truth. "She was really mean, Orca.."
"And so... here we are today. The only difference is.." He started, the mildly depressed look back on his face. "She got over it... and I, well. I didn't."
"You were a, uh," Orca paused in his reassurance, tried to find the nicest word possible for what Sparky had been. "You were an interesting owner, yeah. Th' dresses and stuff were, umm, original. And why you apologizin' for bein' nice? God, Spark, you are so damn weird sometimes, I swear."
He rolled his eyes, detached their hands in favor of drinking some of Sparky's juice. He hadn't thought his awesome ice-breaking last comment would actually get anything more than a red-face and perhaps a string of stutters from the wizard's end, so he was pleasantly surprised when Sparky started talking. It was probably the longest he'd ever heard Sparky go on all at once.
...Man, Teagan. He didn't even know what to say to all that. Maybe, for all he knew, she'd had her reasons. Maybe Sparky had come off as a creepy stalker psycho pedo and she'd gotten scared, or something. But, the fact that she was mean?
Sparky was looking sad again as he finished his story, and Orca felt a weird twisting feeling in his chest. Like, he didn't want Sparky to be sad. Like, he wanted to do something to fix it. If it were anyone else, he'd hug them, but this was Sparky -- he had a feeling unwanted bodily contact would only make things worse. He didn't know what to do. He was the worst at making people feel better through words. The worst. He had to do something, though. Anything.
Orca stabbed a piece of the greasiest, most delicious looking bacon with his fork and held it to Sparky's mouth. "Eat," he instructed. Bacon fixed everything, right? Now for word vomit.
"You," he started, then stopped himself, chewing on his lip. What could he even say? "You deserve better, anyway. I mean it, Spark, you're such a sweet guy. You're so nice and cute and fun plus you kick ass in fights." His eyes shone, perhaps reliving that night in Drakborough when Sparky had knocked out that one kid for him. So badass.
The lycan sighed, stirred his shake. "People just... suck in general." He was including himself, there. "We're both stuck in the past, ain't we?"
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 9, 2010 0:12:41 GMT -5
Sparky took the greasy, delicious looking strip of bacon into his mouth sliding it sensually over his lips, and onto his tongue, which started caressing it much like it would caress orca's ear one day, squeezing the grease out to lubricate the darker recesses of his oral orifice not only to increase the strength of the sensation but to decrease friction and give them both a smoother ride. Happily, he chewed on it, but his eyes betrayed confusion. Him? Deserve better? He would have denied it, but there was bacon in his mouth.
He of all people didn't deserve better. Had he painted Teagan in a bad light? He didn't mean to. No matter what the girl did to him these days, he still wanted her to be happy, to have a good life. It was the least she deserved after dealing with him for a good four years. He couldn't imagine how much suffering he'd caused her, and all for the sake of his own schoolboy crush.
Despite his self-depricating inner dialogues, however, the compliments that Orca was blessing him with still found their way in there, making him feel that tiny bit better about himself, but also embarassed and mildly uncomfortable. In a good way!
"I..." He swallowed again, trying to get all the bacon down before he spoke. "I guess.." He licked his lips. Goddamn that was delicious. "So, um.."
What to say?
"Wh-what do you do around here, anyway, Orca?" He asked, hesitant but eager to keep the conversation flowing. "I mean, besides when you're my dog."
He watched as Sparky blissfully devoured the bacon, pleased with himself. I-it's not like he was happy that Sparky was happy, or anything. There was lots of bacon, it's not like the one he'd given Sparky was special, or whatever. I-idiot.
He grinned. "What do I do? Uhh, well, like, I run around in the forest with the other lycans sometimes, that's pretty fun. And, uhh, sometimes I go to town annnd.. get drunk?" Best to stay away from that subject, though. The last time he'd gotten drunk they'd totally made out. Gosh. Slightly pink-cheeked, he continued on.
"I used to work for that one dude you saved me from that one time. Well, you thought you were savin' Teagan th' Second, prolly. 'Member? He's crazy lookin', got spiky weird hair and ugly glasses? Yeahhh, he's got this crazy stalker crush on me or somethin', so a lot of th' time I'm fighting him or running away, or whatever."
No shame in running away, not when it was the only way to save your hide. "I dunno, man. My life is real boring, honestly." He brightened, gave Sparky a borderline adoring look. "'Cept when I'm with you, 'course." Yeah!
"But, uh, yeah. Honestly, if you'd hated me for real after, y'know, all that, I woulda left Spain, I think. Can't do much 'round here anyway."
It was the closest he could get to saying 'you're the reason I'm still here'. Because, you know, to actually say that would be gay. Hella gay.
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 9, 2010 0:43:40 GMT -5
He wondered just how many lycans there were. As far as the general population seemed to know, there were only a few in the forests, the number growing from the former one lycan, the only lycan anyone really needed to know back then: Fenris Fenrir. He was still terrorizing people back then, eating them up, spitting their remains on school property. Ridiculous. Now, though, no one had heard of him for a long time... Some people suggested he'd finally died, after all, a wolf that big had to crumple under its own weight sometime, didn't it? He strongly doubted that that was the case, but either way it was mildly terrifying.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to ask Orca about his lycan life just yet, however.
His cheeks pinked similar to Orca's at the remembrance of the rather awkward kissing that had gone down back at Joker's Bar. Man. He would probably live with that memory forever, and he tried to take his mind off of it by taking another piece of bacon. It wasn't quite as good as the one Orca had given him--was that because of the boy's touch?.... no, no it wasn't.--but it would do.
"Yeah, I remember that. It makes more sense, now, though." Sparky chuckled quietly. "R-remember how I kept you in the dorms for like weeks because I was afraid there were like, um, dog-abusing psychos running around?"
...Maybe that wasn't the best thing to bring up. He did remember Teagan II not being especially pleased at her imprisonment.
"I, uh... sorry about that."
Sparky felt his face grow a little warm once more at his comments, such as 'except with you'. It was nicer than anyone had ever really talked to him, not even Teagan!
Who was he kidding. Especially Teagan. It seemed like the more he talked about her here, the more he was starting to think about her again. He could feel his heart beat pump, a half-step or two (would that be a whole step?) faster. Was that the conversation or the memories affecting him? Did it matter?
"I would be..." Sparky started, unsure of what to say and nervous as ever because of the... was it adrenaline? He had no idea what was pumping through his veins right now. "I would be really sad if you went away... Especially without, um... You know, telling me."
Pretty much the closest to not-gay for 'Don't dump me bawwww'.
"It's always... real fun with you, you know? And just... You're like.." Nice to me? No, that sounded too pathetic. "You're my friend."
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