by -Floflo le floo- » Sun Dec 02, 2018 12:29 am
♛ ( ❝DANTE ffDEVEREAUX !❞ )
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━━17 years old ! ) male ! ) remaining !) location: school corridors !) tags: open ! )★
Dante wasn't necessarily fond of the idea that although everything looked normal today, it meant that it truly was normal. He could feel some sort of eery vibe around him as he walked around the school corridors with slightly tensed shoulders- looking a little bit unsettled- as his dark eyes which shimmered beautifully in almost any light that reflected upon them, like his orbs were a lake of melted chocolate in which the light of the moon touched its beauty and bought it to life, shining smoothly under the influence of what lit up the dark sky above him. He observed his surroundings and every soul that passed him by, sometimes making eye contact with other students who cared that he was indeed walking near them, or just barely paying attention to those who were shy and wanted to avoid being noticed. He had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his trousers while his long legs moved in a slow pace, taking swift long strides as he continued walking through a sea of uncertainty.
He wasn't too sure if it was just him noticing this, but usually there would be more students lurking about the corridors. The quantity of random humans seemed to decrease slowly and he wondered; why? For example, Aiko was supposed to be in, today. He knew for a fact that she should've been coming to school, but she wasn't here at the moment. He hadn't seen her all day which was incredibly odd, and she should have. He should have met with her at the school gates and he waited about twenty minutes, but she never came. He tried to search for her but she wasn't anywhere to be found, nor was she responding to his texts. Should he be worried, or should he ignore it? He grew suspicious of this day as if it wasn't like the other days at all. A small feeling pressed gently on his heart as if it's a squishy plush, poking it which made him get a feeling that everything wasn't as it seemed. It was a little sense he got whenever something was wrong, and... Usually that sense was right.
Huffing helplessly, he takes a hand out from one of his pockets then brings it to run through his white soft locks, ruffling them up and rearranging them neatly however he thought it would look good. His tongue glanced out to moisten his pink-ish natural lips which had a faint, red tint to them at times. He stayed alert and wary of anything, almost like he was participating into a game of survival. He wasn't even the victim but he felt like one and he had no absolute idea why. Was he just being weird? Maybe he was thinking too much? Compared to everyone who was acting positively normal, Dante wasn't unlike himself today; well he never was. He always seemed to change his mood which made it harder for others to decode him. At times he'd give hints of one type of personality, at other times he'd give totally different vibes. It confused most of his friends, though maybe what really keeps them clinging tight to him is their pure curiosity of finding out his true persona— of revealing what truly hides under his masks.
Some might even wonder; is Dante really the way he is, or is he faking it? Is he trying to play with the feelings of his innocent friends, to keep them by his side just so he could keep his popularity, or is he really THAT insecure which makes him hide behind a bunch of broken masks? Questions of such sort will not be answered anytime sooner until someone manages to break the walls around his heart. The only person he could think of which would be able to do that, would be his girlfriend. That innocent little fairy was like the magical rose trapped inside a glass container, which kept The Beast alive... And she was his Belle. He had always thought that love was just a superstition coming from novelists that dreamed of experiencing such romantic feelings. He didn't believe in it at all, until he met Sojin. That's when he instantly knew that maybe... Just maybe, he was wrong about love. Butterflies in his stomach, heat, little sparks running around his body at every touch, brain completely screwing up when it comes to thinking... Yeah. He felt all of that.
But why must he remain hidden, even in front of the one who could potentially save him? Was he afraid to be loved for who he truly was? Yet again, more questions which seemed almost impossible to answer. He didn't know why he was being so complicated either. At times, he couldn't even decode himself which meant that maybe his masks were turning into reality. That scared him. It terrified him more than it should've. However, Dante quickly pushed such thoughts aside. He had a tendancy of getting too lost inside his mind which caused him to worry. Biting his bottom lip gently, he glances around him and comes to a stop once he reaches his own locker. The male with dyed frosty locks leans with his back against the metal compartments which were claimed by him and he sighs, leaning his head back against the hard surface behind him. He really wondered what the hell was going on...
Maybe hamsters are taking over the world?
♚ ( ❝JOSHUA ffTAGAWA !❞ )
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━━17 years old ! ) male ! ) suspicious !) location: school library !) tags: open ! )♞
Propping his elbow on the table and settling his head in his palm, the very tips of his long slender fingers from his left hand touch the soft skin a few inches under his eyes. Long dark, natural lashes hover above his crystal-like noir orbs that could make almost anyone melt in one simple glance, as they indulge deep within him and explore the wonderland trapped through his two honey crystals. The warm rays of sunlight poured through the clear panes of windows like golden silk dripping from the sky, specks of dust dancing around in the dazzling streaks of light that broke through the pure, white curtains like tiny fireflies which lit up the darkness around him. His right hand holds a blue pencil which slightly moves it between his fingers, sharp grey tip hovering just above the pages of his funky panda textbook as if it's an almost threat of accidentally scribbling down over his homework as punishment for getting lost in his mind, letting himself be captured as a victim of daydreaming. You could barely hear the almost impossibly quiet sound of his pencil hitting against his glistening rings as he played with it gently.
The library was almost full, quiet chatters and unable-to-be-contained-laughter ringing through his ears like bells which announced a forever-going feast of voices, alongside the library woman who occasionally shushed students that dared raise their tones. The boy with black uncluttered soft, lush locks flickers back to his open textbook once his trance of daydreaming has been broken, and he observes his amazing textbook with clear elegance in his eyes that matched his exquisite plump lips which had a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Sighing softly, Joshua shifts in his brown chair and places the tip of his pencil on a page, continuing off to write his English essay neatly. The sound of the pencil gently scratching the surface of the thin, white paper scrapes through his ears but ignores it as he focuses on his word choice. He gracefully curls, twists and turns the lines and turns the words into beautiful cursive writing as the grey tip follows along the spaces of the lined paper.
One of the subjects Joshua chose to study was English. He found the language rather easy to speak and with his incredibly astonishing language-speaking skills, he could impress his teachers further more. Plus, he knew how to use a lot of fancy words in his pieces of writing and he loved it when teachers got curious, asking what certain things meant. He impressed, then he got his A's or A+'s which made him incredibly happy. What he loved more than getting good grades however, was when his friends or other students he's never spoke to, approached him and asked him politely for help at certain subjects. Now THAT, really made him smile. Helping people was another one of his strengths and he had the potential of adjusting to their senses, finding different ways of explaining things so they'd understand. There hasn't been one person who he's helped, which failed their exams at the respective subjects. Not even ONE.
However, some other students- mainly the popular ones- decided to ignore him for the complete fact that he's a nerd. Yes, he had an unhealthy obsession with studying but that didn't mean he truly was a helpless little bean who never spoke to anyone. He was far from that. Tall, strong, packed with brave muscles and a social butterfly that liked chatting with others. People who didn't know him well immediately jumped to the conclusions that he was one of those typical cliché bookworms. How amusing is that, huh? In fact, he found it hilarious, how he'd then show up in flesh and bones before them, completely shattering the image they had on their minds before they met him. This truly was, intriguing. It was incredibly rare for someone to say or even think this but; he loved school. He absolutely adored it and he had no idea why other people would hate it, other than the fact that some could potentially get bullied. As in grades, anyone could study and learn well, then succeed; technology and laziness was what kept one back from getting good notes.
Joshua could hear two particular familiar voices behind the giant bookshelf which stood between them as a giant wall, though he decided not to interfere just yet for the simple fact that he didn't want to cut off the starter of a conversation. Plus, Harper wasn't around just yet so he decided that teasing Chansu in front of Chaerin wasn't worth it at the moment. His charming smile turned into a sly smirk, amused by the casual process of his thinking towards people he knew. He loved teasing people but hated it when he was the victim and he had admitted this many times. He hummed a small, quiet tune to himself as he proceeded continuing his giant essay which was done only halfway through although six full pages have already been written. This wasn't even the actual essay that he'd hand in though.
It was just a mere, tiny draft.
