He bit his bottom lip when Ivan rubbed his head, inhaling deeply. It was odd, he found it way to easy to resist some kind of snappy remark, or to resist setting Ivan's hand on fire. Instead of doing those things, he leaned slightly into Ivan's hand. It did feel nice, though he might not openly admit that to anyone. "...Ivan...Why do you like me?" His voice was soft, and uncertain.

Ivan stopped, eyes widening at the question. Why? He looked away for a moment, blinking as his eyes as he thought. Now that he actually thought on the matter, there was no reason. Kry was cold and indifferent. Oh. That was why. It must be. The winters back home were just teh same. He had always loved them. An absurd thought considering he had lost a toe to frostbite one year, but he still loved how the snow just came down endlessly. "I...don't really know, бабочка," he said, smiling at Kry warmly. He wouldn't tell him why just yet. He really did want to get to know Kry more.

"I see." Kry wasn't too surprised by Ivan's answer, infact if Ivan had said anything other than 'I don't know' Kry would have been surprised. The corners of his lips quirked upward, just the slightest. A hint of a smile, then he turned his back to Ivan and was silently walking away, that braided hair of his swaying gently against his back. He was almost certain that Ivan might follow him, he didn't really have an actual destination in mind, but it seemed like he was heading towards one of the dorm buildings.

Ivan blinked, lowering his hand. He began to follow, wondering why his бабочка kept wandering off, eyes slightly narrowed. He wondered dryly where they were going. His wirst twinged again, causing him to wince. He'd have to take a look at it later.

His hands were shoved into his pockets and his body was tense as he moved. He approached the dorm building and nudged the door open with his foot, he stood to the side abit, holding it open for Ivan. Once he was inside, Kry took the lead again. He was leading Ivan to his dorm room. They went up a flight of stairs and then he stopped infront of a door, fishing a key from his pocket he unlocked the door and nodded for Ivan to go in first, "Sit wherever you'd like." He muttered it lightly as he closed the door behind them. His room held only the basics. A bed, a chair, a desk, a lamp on the desk. His walls were bare..there was a dresser against one wall and a closet. A mini fridge with a small freezer sat in one corner. Kry moved to the closet, and began rummaging around it..then the sound of ripped cloth could be heard. When he was done in the closet, he moved to the mini fridge/freezer and pulled out some ice..he wrapped it up in torn cloth he'd gotten from the closet. Kry approached Ivan, taking his hurt wrist gently in his hand and setting the wrapped up ice on it as softly as he could. "There..Hold it there for awhile." He sat down on the floor with his back against the bed and his arms crossed across his chest. He was scowling.

Sebastian sighed in defeat.
"Fine. Just tell me why you left. Are you leading these rebels?"

Christian dropped from the roof and linded lightly in front of Sebastian.
"I told you I'd come back for you, remember? Imagine my surprise when I found out you had been taken to the very place I'm trying to take down."

Ivan just blinked, doing as he was told as he pressed the slicing cold into his wrist. He lifted his eyes to the scowling Kry, a small blush creeping onto his pale face. Having decided he wasn't going to sit, Ivan was already on his feet when he began to move toward the bed. He cornered Kry against it as he knelt, leaning inward to plant his lips on the red-head's cheek, knowing full well it may result in a punch to his ribs or various third degree burns, but his body had moved, acted, without his given consent. The Russian was too much reminded of his Austrian friend and, for teh first time since his friend was laid into the cold ground, tears burned his eyes.

(Oh no! Angst...ish...I think...depression? Happiness......?....se--*shot*)

When Ivan had him cornered against the bed, he stopped, well everything around him seemed to stop. He wasn't even sure if he was still breathing anymore or not. Kry's eyes widened, his body tensed. When Ivan's lips brushed against his cheek everything seemed to come back into focus for him. He inhaled deeply, biting back the urge to light the boy's entire body aflame..mostly because he didn't want to accidently damage his room. He raised his hands and rested them on Ivan's chest. He looked into Ivan's eyes, fire seemed to burn in his own purple ones, it melted away into confusion. Bewilderment really. He pushed against Ivan weakly. "You.....You kissed me?" Kry had never been so confused in his entire life before.

Ivan just stood there, blinking, the hands on his chest warm. His eyes were blank, almost unresponsive as he tried to make sense of what happened himself. For a moment, only those defiant brown eyes stared back, complimented by the brown hair falling into his face. Then he blinked again and the tears streamed. "I...guess I did, бабочка," he said, voice wavering as he stood, lifting his uninjured hand to wipe at his cheeks, unwilling to allow Kry to see.

(EDIT: I just realised that might be confusing. By brown eyes and hair, I mean his Austrian friend....who's still very much nameless....shit...)

He stared at Ivan. If it had been anyone else, there would but just a pile of ashes where they stood, but somehow Kry just couldn't force himself to do such a thing to Ivan..Perhaps it was because the young man had been kind to him earlier. He continued to stare at Ivan, watching him carefully, confusion still lit his purple eyes. "Why?"

][Awh. I'm sure you'll think of a good name for him...if he really needs a name. -pets-][

Christian smiled and handed Sebastian a perfect white orchid.
"I had hoped you wouldn't have to get involved in this, but my associates found out about you before I could quash your existence, and someone with a power like yours is viewed as a necessary asset."

Ivan removed his hand from his face, blinking his burning eyes at the red-headed man, his multi-colored eyes closing only slightly. "I....I have no idea..." he murmured, turning away for a moment. He soon turned back to Kry, customary wide smile tracing his lips as he bent, reaching out his arm to grab is hand. "Common! They do inspections of the dorms during class periods! We don't wanna get caught now, do we?" he asked, almost no trace of his tears on his pale cheeks.

Kry's purple eyes were still lit with confusion, for a moment he just blinked at the offered hand, the he grabbed Ivan's arm and pulled the young man down, but Kry was quick. He moved out of the way so Ivan wouldn't fall on him, twisting the Russian's arm rather painfully as he moved. Kry ended up behind Ivan, with Ivan's arm pinned awkwardly against his own back and his torso pressed against the bed. Kry leaned forward until his lips were near Ivan's ear. "No..I want to know why...and if you don't know, then make up a reason." His voice was a whisper, low and dangerous sounding. His grip on Ivan's arm tightened as a warning.

Ivan yelped as his face met cloth, arm shuddering against the shorter man's grip. Fuck, he was fast. He winced, gritting his teeth with pain. He was glad he wasn't supid enough to use his bruised wrist. "You wanna know?" he asked, wrenching his head sideways to attempt and gain at least a view of that man. "You..." he hissed as his shoulder jerked slightly, a small spasm from the pain, "...you have the same air about you...the same as him..." His voice had dropped to hissing whisper, body trembling. At least he wasn't on the floor. He would be hurting a lot worse right now.

Sebastian remained silent as he stood and brushed off his pants.

Christian smiled and caught Sebastian's gaze.
"I think you'd like to meet the teacher we have on our side... he's a very powerful ally."