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Old 09-01-2015, 04:01 PM

That moment, lit by the unexpected fireworks, seemed to be frozen in time, passing seconds only marked by her elevated heart rate. Gazing down at her, there was something intense in Saith's eyes that she didn't understand or perhaps didn't want to accept. It was like a bit of the sparklers had gotten trapped in his blue orbs and dropping few sparks in her chest, but oh Sun that was so needlessly cheesy! She just had to snap out of this! Blinking few times as if to dispel whatever nonsense was coming over her, Mae tried to leave, but he pulled her back.

"Saith-" she began, but stopped as steps in distance entered her field of hearing. He realized they weren't alone in the area about the same time. Next moment, he was pushing her into bushes and the woman nearly lost her balance, her high heeled shoes not suited perfectly for navigating wilder walks during nighttime. "Hey!" woman hissed at him, but hid behind the tree, shadowed by the bushes, when he hid as well.

The next ten or fifteen minutes were a sort of revelation for elven woman. The way Saith handled first-years... Well, perhaps she could pull off something like that, if the right words came to her, but would they? And he was a guy, with reputation. They wouldn't listen to the stiff, authoritative council president. They would think she's preventing them from something fun and great, just lecturing them. Perhaps the very fact he'd talk them out of joining wasn't so much of a surprise as it should have been. She knew he had gotten in various kinds of trouble in earlier years, but this one had been rather quiet and even before that, the bad deeds had become fewer and fewer. So what if she had done a research on him? She had to know who she was going to invite into council group, right?

From the angle that the woman had, peeking from behind the tree, she couldn't see drow's face when he spoke about the girl he was interested in, but his tone was sincere and even hinting at sadness. Who could he be talking about? He had to be aware she could hear everything so it was either clear hint he wasn't interested in her or... the opposite. But this wasn't the time or place to get hung on that detail!

When officer arrived, she considered revealing her position and pulling some kind of lie, pulling them all under her metaphorical wing, but Saith was much faster than her. As he masterfully covered up the crime that had nearly happened, Lacrimae wondered how many of things he was said to have done had actually been a cover-up for someone else or pinned to him because it was conventional. When the group moved on, leaving dark skinned man behind, she moved to join him on the path, but froze as another voice speak up.

In the shifting light, she caught glimpse of gun at Saith's neck and her heart sped up, but not from excitement. What on Earth and other planets had he gotten involved in?! Her hand clenched on the rough bark of the tree as she tried to pick up anything on the mysterious stranger, but without much success. The other disappeared into darkness without sound, leaving Mae confused and even angry. Still, she accepted Saith's hand when he helped her out of the bushes. Standing on the pavement once more, she brushed down few leaves that were stuck to her skirt and jacket. At his words, she shot him a frustrated look. [b]"You cannot expect me to simply ignore and forget what involves this university, student safety and very possible the headmaster!"['/b] Mae told him in hushed voice.

"But if it puts you in danger to tell me about it... I will try not to involve you in my investigation," she added with a sigh. As they walked, silence grew deeper. There was just so much to think about, put piece by piece together. At the dorm entry, young woman turned to look at Saith. "Thank you for the 'escort'," she told him with tight smile, before it became more genuine, a spark of laughter in her eyes: "Try not to discover any secret government agencies on your way back."

Lacrimae was about to comment that would make them even then, when he delivered the final surprise of the night, stepping closer and pressing fleeting kiss to her cheek. Not a teasing corner of mouth one, too, but honest to Sun kiss on cheek with tenderness that stunned her for a moment.

"I have class from 2 to 6 tomorrow," she told him, automatically, but he was already leaving, so she was left wondering what the heck just happened and if Saith had heard her (he probably had, his hearing was probably even better than hers and that was saying something). For a moment, she stared in the darkness, lamp above the door making the contrast between light and dark too stark for her to see much and then ducked her head with a soft smile, hair falling in her face. As she turned, her hand floated up to touch where he had kissed her as she pushed the door open with other.

"So, it wasn't just a rumor after all!" a familiar voice exclaimed second later and Mae's head shot up, eyes wide. Silvana's grinning face greeted her, the woman leaning against one of the walls by the comfortable couches. "What are you doing here?" elf asked, for what felt at least fifth time tonight. Some of them had been only in her mind, though.

"After you called me, I got worried about your safety and decided to wait until you got back. But you were taking your sweet time, so I was about to head out to look for you. Turns out you were merely taking a romantic stroll with certain someone," the exchange student responded, her hands now propped on her hips and mischievous spark in her strange eyes. "It's not like that... He alerted me of the danger in first place and offered to escort me to dorms. And we did run in some trouble, that is why we took so long," Mae defended with frown.

"Well, what kind of trouble was it? Did your noses bump when you were about to kiss?" Seeing her friend's exasperated expression, Silvana laughed. "There is really nothing between me and him," Mae told her as they were heading down the corridor to their rooms. "What I saw is telling me different story and I say, good for you," the other woman spoke sincerely.

"I thought you'd be the last one to think local bad boy is the match for me," Mae huffed playfully. "I don't care about his reputation, I care for what I see beneath it and between you two," Silv suddenly turned serious for a moment, looking at her friend. But it was short lived as she grinned once more: "I have his number by the way!"

"What?" Lacrimae sounded a bit too surprised for her own liking. "Don't worry, he wasn't reverse hitting on me, just gave it to me in case I got lost or something. This campus of yours makes no sense, you know!" fawn-colored girl chuckled. Hesitating at the doors, council president finally gave in. "Okay, text it to me. I should have his contact information for the group meeting in any case."

"What a solid excuse!" with wink, Silvana disappeared in her room and half an hour later, Mae had Saith's number and exhaustion that didn't feel proportional to the work she had done today. And still, she lay unable to fall asleep, thinking over events of tonight, from the moment drow walked in the room to when he left, scrutinizing the details and trying to put everything in place.

Eventually, she did fall asleep and her dreams were lit by fireworks.



10:37AM: If you don't come today, I will assume you were drafted in secret army unit to protect the galaxy on the way back to your dorm.
That is what she wrote to him with no more explanation next morning. Well, not the very early morning, because she had been 'ambushed' by three students offering to volunteer for preparing the ball. She greeted them kindly, but didn't act like she was desperate for the help, and finally deemed them worthy of taking part and gave them tasks that would be easy enough for her to not worry if mishandled, but would make them feel important. Secretly smiling to herself, Mae had watched the trio leave, chatting excitedly between themselves.

Now she was drinking her coffee, one eye in council papers, other re-checking her latest paper and well... Somewhere in between, she was also typing a reply to their role play up for Scythe. She had been neglecting the story this week, with all the work, but right now, her mind was brimming with ideas and she was not going to let them slip away!
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Old 09-01-2015, 06:07 PM

He didn't linger long for she was soon conversing with another. Not wanting to listen in on conversation (had he known it was about him, perhaps he would have stayed), he took his leave and made his way toward home. Saith had to play it extra safe as he didn't want to cross paths with anyone he shouldn't have. Whether that be security guard or Hellhawk it didn't matter. Both were bad news during such troubling times.

When he finally arrived at his doorstep, he let out a sigh. It was fleeting for before he could do anything else, he was falling backwards into his place. As the air was kicked out of him, his blue eyes fought to open. Sure enough, a familiar, handsome face towered over him.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN," he was shaken violently by his roommate. "I was worried sick!"

"Hi," he winced while sitting upright. To his pleasure, Kevlar got the hint and aided his friend. "It's nice to see you too. But I wasn't gone any longer than I usually am." Saith flicked off the dust that he had managed to pick up from his little fall on the carpet.

"DUDE, IT'S SEASON FINALE OF SHOW!" The shaking commenced. Again.

With his brain rattling around, drow reluctantly joined his friend on the couch and the two watched the season finale of their all time favorite horror/drama. It was a lot like American Horror Story, only it was set around students at an occult academy. It brought the thrill of the murder and horror all the closer to home. The boys were wrapped up in a blanket, occasionally flinching from time to time as one macabre scene after another turned their spines into pools of liquid. By show's end, the two were whiter than ghosts and absolutely terrified about sleeping alone in their rooms. So, instead, they gathered up all all the couch cushions as well as wooden chairs to make their own 'fort' out of. They draped towels and sheets over their fort and crawled into the little opening they made. Finally 'safe' from the tv-inspired nightmares, the two curled into balls and found slumber beneath their child-like craftsmanship.




As the sun started to poke through their less-than-beautiful fort, the boys moaned for sleeping on pillows and floor was hardly cozy. Somehow, in the mist of it all, Kev had managed to scoot his way into Saith's arms and the drow had managed to position himself so Kev's nose was placed against his chest. Honestly, they looked more like 5-year-old boys who had petered themselves out after a long night of playing.

When their eyes finally fluttered open, both men burst into laughter. It was soon followed up by the maniacal cackling of demons and the stopping of Godzilla rising from slumber to destroy the fort. What took them hours to build was soon a heap of blankets, pillows, and cushions on the floor.

"That was fun," Kev chirped while shoving cushions back into the couch.

"Agree, we should do it again sometime."

Kevlar smirked. "Guess I'll have to wait for you to be smitten again." The brunette rolled up onto the arm of the couch and plopped his palms on his thighs. "Want to tell me about what happened last night that put you in such a good mood?" Brow raising, he took a stab at it. "Let me guess, things worked out well with her."

Knightly man had an idea as to who Saith was with but he wouldn't pry too much. Kev knew the consequences of prying. He was also a butterfingers and feared if he texted or wrote anything with her name, the school would assume it all to be a true.

Still, in the security of their own place, he had to know.

"I'm not smitten," he said while punching the man lightly in the chest. "I just... finally took your advice. Walked her home last night and things went well. Or so I think they did." He flopped down into the sea of cushions and sighed. "Are you trying to patch things up with her?"

"Ha, yeah. Patch things up. I'm not as smooth as you, bro." Kev sighed and purposely sprawled out on the drow's stomach. "Any pointers?"

"Uh, you're the one who gave me the pointers. I don't think you need my advice."

They shared a laugh before Kev got ready to leave for class. "If you're not playing hooky all day, we should toss a ball around."

"Yeah, that works for me." Draping pillow over head, drow went back to sleep. 7:45AM was too early for him to even think about going to work.




His pocket vibrated and woke him from his napping. With a growl, he glanced down to see an unknown number on his screen. Lazily, he flicked the message open and before he could send back a "fuck off" text, he found himself smirking.

"So you got my number from Silvana. Heh." Fingers swiftly mashing keys, he sent her back a text.
I regret to inform you that I happened across an Infinity Stone last night while fighting the CIA. In doing so, I am now a Guardian of the Galaxy by the name of Star Lord. Since I'm a fugitive crook on the run, I will need a place to lay low for a bit. I'll be over soon.

P.S. You woke me up. You shall have to suffer my wrath.
Satisfied, he hit send. Shortly after, he was showered, dressed, and on his way to her. Alone the way, drow managed to pick some fresh flowers and buy a vase off one of the art students. Not even bothering to knock, he let himself in.

"I bring peace off, fair lady," he said while sweeping into a bow. "You know, in case the CIA comes for me and demands my head. This is my 'I'm sorry in advance' token of gratitude."
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Old 10-05-2015, 12:54 PM

Normally so composed Mae jumped slightly in her seat when the door was opened, hurriedly pressing button which should have been 'save draft' on the screen and closing the tab. Only later she would find that the button was 'post message' instead and the reply, stopping in mid sentence, would be presented to Scythe.

Even more, there was surprised expression on her face, taking in his generous peace offering which quickly turned into a happy shine, lighting up her blue eyes. Standing up to take the vase with flowers from Saith's hands she couldn't even withhold her smile. "You even brought a vase. You shouldn't have, really. But thank you so much! They're beautiful." Breathing in the scent of white flowers with softly green edges that had a strong, pleasant smell and the fainter smelling, but richly purple colored blossoms, elven woman looked more relaxed and happy than he had probably seen her before.

Looking up to him after she placed the vase on her table, she had a slightly mischievous grin: "For this, I will fend off any law our outlaw group seeking you. And, well, for the sake of the Universe, of course." How come it was so easy to just joke around with him? She wasn't the funny type or the one that appreciated funny types. Did he really liven up her rather wry sense of humor? Or did he just match it in kind, somehow?

"Also, I am sorry I woke you... A friend of mine would be very pleased to know that he isn't only one with absolutely insane sleeping pattern. Although he insists I am the strange one," she laughed slightly at this, remembering all the argues over day rhythm she had had with her forum-friend, "but at least you have some excuse." Her smile widened a bit before she schooled her expression to become serious again.

"I have class in few hours, just wanted to look over what has been arranged and decided with you before I had to go," she explained, laying out few papers and tabs on the data pad. The idea they had created was obviously taking off well, various different decorations ordered already, papers for taking out a whole large area for the ball, larger than originally planned, handed into the teacher and director council and so forth as well some other things.

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Old 10-05-2015, 01:38 PM

"If I didn't get a vase, the run from home to here would have killed these innocent flowers." He rolled his eyes, trying his best not to laugh at how foolish he sounded. "I kid. Some of the art students were selling their vases in the atrium and I thought it might be nice for the school president to have a little memento for all her hard work and efforts." His grin widened. "Besides, if you're fending off the CIA, I hardly think just a vase will be enough to repay your heinous crimes of helping a villain."

As she apologized for waking him, Saith let out a friendly laugh. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I think only the vampires and werewolves share my love of the night. I'm just grateful I don't burn in the sun. I have my father to thank for that," he smirked while looking away.

"Anyway," he took a seat and looked at the papers she had set out. "It sounds like we've got a solid start. I don't have class today so if you're okay with it, I could take some of this and work on it while you're in class." His brows furrowed. "I wouldn't want to steal your office. God forbid someone walks in and sees me walking there. I mean," he draped his hand down his figure, "I might be part-elf with enticing blue eyes, but I'm pretty sure my deep voice, flat chest, and black skin would be a dead giveaway that I am not you. Besides, I'm not as beauti-" he paused but figured he might as just roll with it, "-ful."

Leaning back into his chair, he peered down at the papers before him. Honestly, he wasn't reading anything. He was just pretending to look interested with the hopes of getting off the topic of her looks. If she pushed further, he would likely make flirtatious compliments or do something hasty, like pulling her in for another kiss.

"Do you need to prep for class?" His voice was rather plain. Again, he was still working hard to act like he was busy. Finally pulling his eyes up, he gazed at her. "If so, I can take the papers with me and let you study. After all, I wouldn't want to be the reason you fail a class."

A lavish idea ran in his mind. And, mistakenly, he said it aloud.

"I can just see it now. School president flunks test because of troublesome drow. What would people say? That I took your breath away and showed you how the dark side has more fun? Ha, it would be quite the headline."

When his words finally came whirling back, Saith wanted to kick himself. Sometimes he just wished he could keep his mouth shut and not spew his nonsense. Still, a part of him wondered just how she would take such teasing. After all, a part of him still wanted that date with her!

Clearing his throat, he laughed. "I suppose I shouldn't ruin your reputation. I'll keep to the shadows so you can keep your honorable title."

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Old 10-05-2015, 02:42 PM

"Well, it was very thoughtful of you," she told him with small smile, "besides, would I be wrong thinking those accusations against you happen to be false?" Her eyes in that moment were piercing and serious, as if she was not joking about Star Lord or CIA anymore, but talking about something much more important, but after next blink, the usual, more guarded and distanced look had returned.

"It is hardly that only they share your love for night, others merely enjoy it on occasion, not always... And even then there are exceptions, as my friend," she quickly rebuked Saith's attempt to be self-deprecating. The more she talked with him, the more it seemed like his constant self-defense mechanism, never malfunctioning. The realization made small crease settle between her golden brows as Mae looked at him sideways. When the conversation turned to comparison, however, young woman's cheeks flushed just slightly.

"This is not my office, it's for the whole student council and now for ball organizer volunteers as well...," she told Saith with deepened frown. Why did he have to stammer over that word so much, as if he regretted saying it? A rather clear indication his heart wasn't into it. Talk about mixed signals. But maybe he really did have some ulterior motive and felt like he was overdoing it or couldn't get into his role so easily. After all, she wasn't his type and all. (It wasn't that she had done a quick background check of him which accidentally included his past short-lived relationships. No, it wasn't so at all.) "So you can stop flattering me." Her tone came out more curt than she had intended. Ducking her head lower as if to peer into the papers, her hair shadowed her face much like softly golden curtain.

He interrupted the silence, turning to discuss her class and she looked at the drow, again frowning. "If I flunked a test because of you - because of anyone, really - the fault would be entirely mine for letting myself be distracted or not studying hard enough. Neither have ever happened, for any reasons, so, that would have had to be quite the show." She had meant to soften the blow as her tone had been still curt during first sentence, but as soon as the words left her lips, Mae regretted them. It sounded... like flirting? Vaguely? Maybe? By Sun, did she just make fool of herself, especially in front of man who couldn't even sincerely call her beautiful? And why was she so hung up on that fact?

"In any case, my class from 2 to 6 is a research practicum and today is debates for which I am thoroughly prepared, so, it's fine." Trying to get the conversation back on track, Lacrimae hurriedly added.

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Old 10-05-2015, 03:37 PM

One word in particular seemed to sting him the most. My friend. Was that really what she thought of him? The way she said it didn't make it sound any better either. As if him being a drow was the problem. He never saw her as a discriminating type but there were firsts for everything. Not to mention, elves and drows have always had a long standing history of hating the other. Whatever was he thinking--trying to flirt with her. Drow now regretted walking her home. No, he regretted that kiss more. It was foolish to think anything of them. There was no way she would stoop to his level. There was no way she would fall in love with a drow.

"Really?" His flirty features were gone as he looked at her. "The few times I've been here--I believe that number is three--I've only ever seen you." He slid his hands over his chest in a cocky manner. "Looks like your fellow student leaders aren't so keen on doing their share of the work. No wonder you're always so busy. Would explain why you're eager to recruit anyone for help with this forthcoming ball."

Then came the next comment. "Very well," he said just as curtly as she had been speaking. If she was going to throw attitude in his face for being nice, then he would do the same back. Saith wasn't the kind of person to be 'the better man.' He would play the same, childish game. Yeah, it was immature but Saith didn't care. If one wouldn't show him an ounce of compassion or fun, he saw no need to be polite and kind to another. More so over the fact that he had been complimenting her and was literally told to stop. Who rejected such kindness, especially from a stranger who's known for being an ass. It was like Mae was purposely trying to push the drow away.

He disregarded her next comment about class because, as she pointed out, flattering (or rather flirting as he took it) wasn't something she was fond of. If that was the game she wanted to play, he would abide by it. Not because he wanted to. No, if he had his way, he would still flirt. Rather, he would obey because he didn't want to drive a wedge between them. As much as it pained him, he would rather keep her as a friend than lose her altogether.

Still, his mind kept wondering where that tone came from. Was he missing something? Was Mae purposely doing this, as he previously thought. If so...

No, he couldn't walk down that train of thought. There was no way she was guarding her heart because she, too, had a crush. Saith kept asking himself if it was possible. The way it all just came to a jarring stop made it hard to judge. Maybe this was her retaliation for the kiss. Her way of 'kindly' letting him known she wasn't interested.

Then again, maybe she was just as lost as he was. A swirl of emotions and thoughts.

As he realized he feel silent, he spoke up.

"Who takes a class from 2 to 6 on a Friday night?" He cocked a brow before glancing at the clock. "Had I known, I would have offered to bring lunch instead of flowers to liven this place up." Saith's voice lost that spark it had before. It sounded like he was distracted. Like his mind was elsewhere. And it was. He was torn with emotions. Should he truly heed her comment about flattery? Or should he just... do what he always did.

"So," his seductive blue eyes came back and locked on Mae's orbs. "I presume it's safe to assume that you'll be returning back to this office after hours. It'll be after 5 so it'll likely be just you and me. Alone." He glanced at his nails. "Shall I get some sustenance?" The corner of his lip flickered, offering just a quick, devious grin. Whatever came next, Mae had to know it was going to be related to something she said earlier. She was likely praying that it wasn't her vague attempt to flirt. But this was Saith. He was the master of pick-up-lines, conning the way into one's heart, and being that bad boy girls swooned for. Of course he would take her line and throw it right back in her face.

"If you leave that pleasure up to me, you will regret it for I'll give you a show that will distract your mind to the point of no return. You'll find that I can be very," his voice took on a devious inflection, sounding almost theatrical in such, "creative." The way his lashes accented those taunting blue orbs truly gave way to the drow's notorious fame. Lips twirling up at the edges, he waited to see just how she would react for her response and gestures would be the door to the truth--was this a one-sided thing or did Mae share the same mixed emotions as he.

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Old 10-05-2015, 06:20 PM

It felt like they were playing some kind of wicked ping pong game, in which he not only threw the ball back in her side, but also reflected, mocked, the way she had hit. In moments, they went from chatting and laughing to curt, short exchange and even if it was her that had been the start of it, it felt like even further proof he hadn't really meant that beautiful comment. Or else he wouldn't get so offended and tell her some nonsense like 'it's not flattering if it's the truth' or something equally cheesy, with that goofy grin on his face.

What's worse, the situation was quickly being blown out of proportion by her own conflicted feelings. Mae knew she shouldn't be paying attention to this, they weren't friends, not even colleagues or classmates, but somehow, she felt annoyed and the kind of annoyed that wanted to be let out. And it wasn't often that she felt like that. At Saith's disbelief about her class schedule, woman's head snapped up. "I do, obviously. It is extra credit class I enjoy thoroughly, if you must know."

But what elf saw made her voice nearly trail off, the look on the man's face was of deep thought and nearly wonder and she couldn't help but try to imagine just what he was thinking of. She wouldn't have to guess long, though, as their blue eyes, each pair a different shade and level of intensity, met and she... Kind of froze. Not quite like a deer in headlights, no, she was far too dignified for that, but then again, she had deemed herself far too cold and dignified to be held captive by any man's gaze on any level.

Yet here she was, listening to silky, seductive words fall from his lips, unable to even stop him, just look at the man as her cheeks grew hotter and hotter. They were very much alone this very moment, too, and until now, it hadn't even really crossed her mind, but now Mae felt as if the world zeroed in on the fact, her heart speeding up anxiously (excitedly?). It was the way he spoke, unspoken suggestions... Wait, not so unspoken anymore.

He made it sound like a... Date. No, worse! Something much more than date. And Mae couldn't help those tiny flashes of scenarios that went through her mind. By Sun, she should be furious that he, nearly a stranger, would suggest something like this, whatever he was really meaning, but she wasn't. Well, she was a bit, but not on the level she rightfully could be.

By the word 'creative', even her ears had become a pleasant blushing pink. Honestly, had this look of hers been captured in photo, it would have become an university wide meme for sure.

Still, he couldn't be meaning anything of... Well, that date and more sort of things, no! She wasn't his type... Again, the thought of him being set up to this due to dare or something crossed her mind, but so did the words he had spoken last night to those first years. And even though she couldn't be sure she was the one he had referred to, her heartbeat seemed to have decided anyhow. At least for this moment. Ducking her head and tucking strand of hair behind her still slightly flushed ear in what seemed quite flustered gesture, she broke their staring mini-contest. "I, uhm, should go. To the class." Hurriedly, she was turning off the pc and gathering her things. "You don't have to stay and wait for me, if you uh, don't want to. It's your day off and all. So, see you..." She probably hadn't sounded so flustered and unsure in years as she did speaking right now, last words said as she looked at him from the doorway before rushing out.

Heading towards her class, Mae struggled not only with wanting to bang her head against the wall for how stupid she had acted just now with Saith, but also the flow of students. Normally, at this time of day, everyone was rushing out of the buildings, so it was like swimming upstream in fish filled river. Luckily, she was at least river princess if not queen, so people often parted and gave her way, but in this still embarrassed and angry state, she wasn't looking around much and could very well bump into someone. Which also happened, as she turned around a corner...

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Old 10-05-2015, 07:03 PM

For the first time in the drow's life, he actually felt something when Mae rushed out the door. If he were quicker, he would have taken her by the hand and pulled her in. Although Saith was no love expert, the man did have his fair share of dates and usually a fleeing suspect was one guilty of crushing on him. So it was true. They both had feelings for one another. Now, the depth and breadth of that feeling still needed investigating. Still, if she did have feelings for him....

Biting his lip, Saith pulled from the chair and flew himself into the hallway. As he suspected, she was already gone.

"Dammit, Saith," he muttered to himself. Drow was definitely kicking himself now for not reacting fast enough. To think, had he been able to pull her in just as fast as she flew out--

No. He shook his head. What was he thinking. This was nothing. Just another quickie hook up. In and out, literally.

And yet, the thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. It was almost too much. His throat burned and he felt a wretched taste in his mouth. Was that... vomit? Doubling over, he forced the fluid down. He felt... so out of it.

Hand flying to his forehead, he checked his temperature. Boy was he warm. Flushed and flustered. Why was his back ablaze. Even his cheeks stung. And his heart? Well, it felt like it was going to burst.

What were these feelings? He had never had this issue before. He had done similar routines and tricks with other women. But this... this was the first time it actually messed with his mind. Was he... no, it couldn't be. Saith didn't do that. He refused to do that. And yet... all the evidence pointed to it. Was he... no, he couldn't admit it. All those times before it was just for play. To get the mood right. But now, right now... it felt... so real.

Before any eyes could question his jerky gestures, he moved back to the room. Closing door halfway, he slumped into the chair and found himself staring at nothing while repeating inwardly, "she's just a woman, she's just a woman, she's just a woman."

"But she's more than that," he whispered while slamming his head into the desk. "Ugh," he grunted before rapped his head on the table a few more times. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

No, no, no! This was not the plan! Not that there was a plan! But this... her... him... no! Just no!


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Had it been Saith, he would have plowed into the woman. But this was Kevlar. He wasn't as wrapped up in his own little woes of love (well he was but he was more focused with the here and now) so he didn't slam into the woman.

Stepping to the side, he watched as Mae walked past him. Everything about her seemed off. Reeling back, he was about to ask her what was wrong when another man approached. Brow piqued, he listened.

"Hey so, wanna be my date for the dance."

Before Mae could even reject the offer, the brunette was stepping into the conversation and throwing on his 'get lost' face. "With you? Ha, she could do so much better. Why don't you amscray before I rewrite your definition for pain." Rolling up his sleeves, the taller male sent the suitor running with tail tucked between legs. "That's what I thought."

As he glanced down, he caught the taunted look in her eyes again.

"Whoa, hey." His hands were on her shoulders, preventing her from walking further. "What's wrong. You act like you saw a ghost." She seemed flustered. Perhaps a ghost was the wrong term to use though. She didn't appear scared. More... nervous? Uncertain? Bewitched? Running over other idioms to use, he stopped when the thought of Saith popped into his head. Smile slowly creeping onto face, the taller man couldn't hold back his comment. "Or perhaps I should say... a drow."

If he finally caught her attention, Kev would smile. "I'm his roommate. And yes, I'm in the know. But your secret is safe with me!" He pretended to zip his lips. "Did he ask you out? Is that why you're all jittery?" Releasing his grip, he stepped back and smiled. He didn't even wait to hear what she had to say. "I'm so happy!" And with that, he wrapped his arms around her and gave her the warmest, most loving hug.

Of course, such actions always came with consequences, as the duo would soon find out.

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Old 10-05-2015, 08:31 PM

Twisting her body in last second at the realization of nearly inescapable crash, Mae managed to slip by the large man. Well, it was thanks to his effort as well and she gave him a slight nod, both apology and thanks. Honestly, it was as if half of her grace had disappeared somewhere this week! This could have been the second time she ran into someone full force. As she fumed about this, another person pushed her out of the stream of students and backed her into the wall. It was rather forceful, but she had the duty to listen to her fellow students so she let herself be stopped.

But instead of having something important to say, he had a very plain invite. Mae opened her mouth to reject him - and bluntly -, but never got beyond that as someone intervened. "Thanks, but you didn't have to speak for me," she told the human man with slight frown, taking step to get past him, but his heavy hands on her shoulders. "I am fine," her voice growing bunch of degrees colder, elf replied, "now please let go of me."

What he said next made Lacrima's mouth open slightly, though. "What are you talking about? Whose roommate? Saith's?" she asked, growing even more confused by the second. And then he hugged her, smiling broadly! Stiffening up, her hands moved to push him against him, but in the next moment, someone else arrived to her rescue.

There was sharp pain in the back of Kev's right knee and at the same time, someone strongly pulled him backwards, something keenly like wooden stick hitting his fingers so they'd let go. If all went as it should, he'd find himself on knees (or at least one), held by back of his collar and menacing golden eyes staring down at him, surrounded by tell-tale doe markings. "Mae, you need me to break a bone or two in this pervert's body? I promise it won't influence his playing in polo team. Much," the exchange student spoke, sounding completely serious. If Kevlar tried to get up, she'd hold him in place and the broom would probably also stomp on one of his legs that he couldn't get up.

"Silvana!" elf sighed with slight relief, but it was not long lived: "Pervert?" she questioned incredulously. "Yeah, I've witnessed him in pretty questionable situations." Glare. "Last woman he gets to touch is you, mark my word. Would break your sweetheart's heart if he saw this, if nothing else."

"Sweetheart? What are you talking about and why are you even here?" Mae rubbed her temples, feeling like she was becoming parrot repeating 'what, who, why'. "And, please, let him up. If you have official complaints against him, then I will see them through, but for now he's any other student." Rolling her eyes, the tan skinned woman (dressed in skin tight green blouse and short brown skirt that seemed to change softly shimmer pattern on every shift) let go of human's collar and stepped back. "The professor's sick and there's no sub, so I thought I'd check in to see what you were up to, and good thing too, or else who knows what that perv would do."

"Nothing happened and I am going to be late for class so could you save your senseless speculations for later, please!" Mae, finally fed up with the whole ridiculous situation and huge crowd gathered around to watch, spoke up and left. The people parted like waves before the furious elven woman. Silvana didn't seem to be offended, just pouted a little: "So much for 'thanks for saving me, friend!'" But that quickly turned into smirk as she spun on her high heel to leave, broom already clearing a path for her.

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Old 10-05-2015, 08:55 PM

Kelvar certainly didn't see that one coming. Granted, he should be used to her interfering by now. Not speaking much, for it was obvious that he was starting to wear thin on Mae's patience, he bit his tongue until just he and the doe remained.

"You know," he rose slowly, "if you wanted to by my girlfriend, you could just ask." Fearful she would punch him, the male quickly lifted a hand in a guilty manner. "I'm teasing! But you do have this bad habit of running into me." Leaning up against the wall was his plan. However, the broom seemed fond of the idea of tripping him. So, naturally, Kev went down with a loud thud.

"Okay, okay," he winced, "I did deserve that."

Not letting his curious eyes scan up her outfit, he rose swiftly and silently before actually resting against the wall.

"Something's off with her. Which means I have to lecture someone." Kev yanked out his phone but stopped. "Wait, what did you mean by sweetheart." His teal orbs narrowed. "Who's Mae seeing. Because I know who she should be seeing so if you're secret sweetheart isn't the same as mine, I'm going to have to force some kid into a coma." He cracked his knuckles ever so slowly in a taunting manner.

"Spill it. Who's her sweetheart."

Knowing she wouldn't budge, Kev sighed. "Does it at least start with S?"

A look of concern washed over his face. It was plain as day that he was deeply interested in Mae's affairs because someone who's name started with S had his heart on the line. Silvanna, being a smart girl, would instantly know who he spoke of. It wasn't hard to put two-and-two together. Saith and Kev were on the front of the school paper after Saith slugged the guy who dared go after Kev. The caption below the picture was labeled "Roommate and best friend, Saith, leaps to Kevlar's aid when things get ugly after winning the polo match against long-time rivals."

Running a hand through his hair, he gave her one of those sheepish, shy shrugs. "I trust you won't share this knowledge with the entire student body as... despite the lack of thanks, it seems you and Lacrimae are good friends."

Clearing his throat, he graced her presence with one of his charming smiles. "Also, mind laying off the whole 'pervert' thing? The first time I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was actually coming to help that woman--you just got their first. Second time was purely accidental and I apologize for it. You're gorgeous and I'm an idiot. What more do you expect from me? I need more than 1-second to get my act together. It's not every day I get to interact with a woman of your caliber."

Kevlar had on his A-game. He had to. If he wanted Silv to start treating him with respect, it was time he put on his pants and start acting like a man. Granted, it was stupid hard to do, especially with her in that outfit. Oh how he just wanted slip up and say moronic stuff. But he had to keep a straight face and stay focused. He could get all tongue-tied after she realized her mistake.

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Old 10-05-2015, 10:02 PM

She really was less than mental inch away from punching him for that comment. His girlfriend?! Her broom would sooner bloom than she'd take his arm. When the broom tripped him, young woman smirked and stepped sideways so she wasn't in his direct line of sight if he dared to stare up her legs or further. Dressing nicely isn't the same as wanting to show everything for some dumb jock.

As Silvana was about to leave again, his rather frustrated tone stopped her. Turning around, she looked at him expectantly, actually letting him talk, but if he felt like things were getting on a good track, it was not long lived joy.

"You never won Spelling Bee, did you?" she asked him, eyebrow quirked, "the word 'sweetheart' does start with 's', yes." One arm propped on her hip challengingly, she looked more like some wild forest warrior arrived to present day in a whirlwind of magic that dressed her appropriately, but that is where her similarity to typical modern women ended. The crowd had mostly dispersed now, calling of dorms and other places of resting greater than the local drama, but some still gave her (and her behind) quiet, admiring looks.

Oh, she knew full well who Kevlar spoke of and she could have relieved his worry instantly, but she had no interest in easing anything for him! Besides, if anyone was going to be match maker, then it was going to be her. She would make sure Saith was suiting for her new friend and that golden haired woman wouldn't run away from herself and her feelings forever. This human male could do hardly more than give stupid advice and hug the woman he apparently knew his friend had a thing for. Besides, so much for giving Mae a choice even if she had had another sweetheart! (Although he had gained tiny point for being ready to stand up for his friend's feelings even if he had undermined a lot of things with holding council president.)

"And I do not run a gossip paper, for your information," she snapped at him, golden eyes narrowing. "however I bet those who do, are already writing articles about your little display. So, if you value your friend's crush so much, should think about how you will explain that to him!" Their height distance wasn't big enough for her to be intimidated by his height, not with her high heels, at least, but she still had to look up to him.

And dammit to Overgrown city, why did this particular weirdo have to be of the handsome kind? He really had a nice smile, even though it was a little forced right now. When he started to make excuses, her defiant expression turned into annoyed one and she rolled her eyes again. Honestly, it was professionally mastered expression on her and the broom even jumped up and down a little, swishing to sides, at it. "Sure, sure, words of excuses are easy to say, while your actions speak different story." Perhaps it was a mentality of hers; actions before words. "Although I will agree with you on one point: you are an idiot." With that she finally turned and left.

But the seed of doubt had been planted. It was tiny and far from sprouting yet, but just maybe she really had misjudged him, even if a little bit? In that case, he had been quite brave, to speak to her like that after everything... Frowning slightly now that she was out of Kevlar's sight, woman thought about it for a bit before she threw all thoughts about the polo player in a box 'use when situation calls but that's definitely not right now' and went to find a nice spot from which to pester Mae from via messages and maybe chat with her net friends.

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Old 10-06-2015, 02:22 PM

Mae wasn't late for class. Of course she wasn't, having left (fleeing) the council room well before she needed to. But it was a good excuse to escape the embarrassing and annoying situations she seemed to get in one after another today. What she didn't know that the worst was yet to come... With sigh, setting down in her usual seat, she dropped her bag in the lap, taking out the necessary things. For the debates, chairs were usually put in a circle and few had already arrived. She had been greeted rather warmly, but didn't feel up to chit-chat.

It was soon after that her phone began buzzing softly. Both Silvana and Saith had decided to pester her through the class. The brunette actually let the matter go after Mae reminding she is in class, but the drow couldn't be stopped. What's worse, his texts were so silly she wanted to chuckle at some of them. Breathing sigh of relief when professor proclaimed it was time for small break between subjects she leaned back in her chair, just as her phone buzzed anew.

"Lacrimae, you are not quite yourself today. I nearly made you step back in that last debate," one of the men spoke up. He was the intelligent, polite type that she could nearly call her friend. Half of the class swooned over him, raven haired and bright blue eyed, with perfect manners, but he was too busy with studies and rejected them kindly. In the first year, everyone thought they had a thing going on and, honestly, it would make a lot more sense than her and... Well, nevermind, she wasn't going there! Saith and her... Well, there was no reason for her to even consider such a possibility.

"I am fine, Leonhart, just a bit overwhelmed with my duties to arrange the ball," Mae told him with small smile. "Oh, is it the duties sending you text with "What better alibi could you have than spending the night with me?" with winky face?" someone suddenly spoke behind her. Realizing she had opened her messages, but not read the last one, the woman shot up straight and immediately exited the page on phone. "That would be none of your business, John, you should focus on learning some manners instead," she spoke coldly with frown.

"Well, if you are truly so exhausted, the prosecution can rest... at my place tonight," another guy chimed in, grinning and Mae barely suppressed a groan. "I wouldn't mind if you sued pants off of me, Lacrimae," John smirked, feeling amazingly smart, obviously. "How about you two grow up first? Besides, no one wants to see your Flash boxer shorts, John," elf rebuked, making the human blush furiously as he was reminded of an incident year ago. The group broke out in laughter and, thankfully, the professor returned at that moment.

Rest of the class passed fine, she did her best to focus on the subject and leave the room as quickly as she could after it ended. Her pace walking back to council room was slow, as if she was deliberately trying to postpone her arrival. Honestly, what if Saith really waited for her there? Sun only knew what he could have done with that place or what he had in mind. And still, she immediately went to smooth her hair at the thought of him waiting for her, even though the woman cursed at herself for it next second.

She'd just tell him she was too exhausted for any of his nonsense, which was actually entirely true, and quickly tidy up her papers, take part of the work to dorm and leave. In, out. Nothing difficult. But his seductive expression replayed in her mind again and again, making her heart beat just a bit faster. Coming to the door of the room, she paused and took a deep breath. Honestly, what had this man and stress reduced her to!? Opening doors, she marched inside.

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Old 10-06-2015, 03:18 PM

In the amount of time that she had been gone, one would think it was a week. The amount of work Saith had done in a mere four hours was more than impressive. Though, looking at his spectacular marks, it truly wasn't that impossible to believe.

Saith managed to finalize the floor plans for one of the wings. It was something Mae started but never got to finish due to likely being jerked in numerous directions. He also sampled some of the various DJs and organized them in order from best to worst (it should be noted that he did burn a few sample disks too as they were absolutely dreadful and unworthy of Mae's angelic ears). Drow also found time to call some of the theme studios to get prices on their exhibits. Some were just too high to even consider whereas others had the quality and price that met the budget limitations. Saith thumbed through possible photographers and actually opted to hire students from the school--both alum and currently enrolled. If Mae objected, he would simply remind her that the school was to encourage school spirit and pride and how better to capture such moments than students who attend(ed). Lastly, he spoke with some of the student teams and helped give them more direction. They were thankful and couldn't wait to dive into the tasks he presented them with.

Perhaps Saith's favorite decision of the day was catering. The idea of finding food for such a large populous would seem overwhelming but the drow loved his cuisine. He liked to think of himself as a "foodie" as the human proclaimed it--those who enjoyed food and found the artsy side of it to be truly breathtaking and wondrous.

It was hard to request samples on such short notice, but Saith made it work. As a drow, he had no shame in conning one company after another into delivering samples in a very urgent manner. All he had to do was 'accidentally' name-drop a competitor, and the companies were eager to oblige. Naturally, Saith would make note of these kind accommodations and do his absolute best to get at least something from these companies. He did do his research after all--the five final companies all had glowing 4 to 5 start reviews AND fell into budget.

The food arrived right on time, too. Helping scurry it into the room where he and Mae would slave away until the sun rose the next morning, the drow found his sense of purpose again. The game was on. Mae was his mark and he was going to do all he could to impress her. Even if it all failed, at least he could say he tried. And then, naturally, revert back to his less than noble (and dare I say simpler) ways of wooing women.

Laying out fine linens on the table, Saith made quick work of tiding the place up so it no longer looked like a working office, but rather an exotic room for wining and dining. Candles adorned the table center and mood lighting was installed (he changed the bulbs so they had a dimming feature). Lavish, elegant tassels were tied around the curtains and used to pull back the rich drapery which now veiled the once-hideous chairs.

There's a rumor that all men have this uncanny ability to do one 'queer' thing. Saith? Well, his was obviously his ability to transform such a bleak, barren room into something one would see in a bridle magazine. More flowers donned the tables and lined the edges of the room, sprucing up the place while giving it that delicious rosy smell. Romance, as cheesy as it sounded, was in the air.

He made no effort to change for he knew Mae wouldn't be privy to knowing what she was going to walk into. Saith knew she would show up. There was no way she would shy away from this. Besides, duty called! She would need to flock back here to grab work.

Charming grin on his face, he shook the hands of the men who delivered the food. "It all looks so... pristine. I'm not sure I even want to eat it." With laughs filling the air, Saith found his soul warming up to the occasion that would soon follow.

Just 30-minutes until Mae might arrive. Would she be on-time? Late? He didn't care. He was ready, despite the fact that his heart was beating a mile a minute. He tidied papers up and made certain everything was perfect. Not a flower peddle would be out of place and the curtains would be drawn just enough to make a warm, inviting glow visible to the outside world.

Deep crimson roses, lavender, summer white clematis, orchids, and lily of the valley flowers were placed in smokey black vases. Crimson to seduce. Purple for mystery. White for perfection. He picked each his flowers to convey a certain message. The original bouquet from the morning was just out of courtesy but upon seeing what he started, the drow figured he might as well build on it and cement what he began.

Letting out a sigh, he closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. There was no way he would walk out of here knowing that he had 'sealed the deal' with her. Mae was a different kind of woman. One that wouldn't give herself away on first night. He had to keep telling himself this. He wouldn't move in for kiss unless she invited or initiated. He wouldn't let his hands dance down her spine as he nibbled lightly on her neck and ears. There would be no subtle undressing nor the moaning of pleasure. It would strictly be getting to know one another, unless Mae strongly hinted or demanded otherwise!

Glancing down at his phone, he smirked. It was a good thing he sent texts to her throughout the day to inquire what she liked. It would throw her off her game. She would likely be expecting Japanese or Chinese food instead of this plentiful meal of honey-glazed steak tips, cheddar mashed potatoes with chives and sour cream, and roasted asparagus with tomato wedges and yellow squash squares. Also laid out was juicy salmon caked in a tangy wine sauce, baked potato wedges with lemon-garlic butter, and crispy brussels sprouts set on lean carrot strips. On the final entree plate laid raviolis with a homemade garden sauce beside a lovely beansprout, spring greens, pecan, goat cheese, and pear salad with a sweet cranberry vinaigrette.

Stashed away for later were cheesecake, cookies, and cannolis. The cheesecake was cut into small wedges and came in various flavors like sherbet, cherry, chocolate turtle truffle, oreo, and plain. The cookies ranged from snicker-doodle to the traditional chocolate chip to the festive anise and strawberry creme. The cannolis were equally creative, but Saith dared not read into them for there would be none left to share with Mae when she arrived. The black-skinned man had a sweet-tooth and he wasn't ashamed to admit it.

Pacing back and forth, he glanced at the clock. Any minute now, he told himself. Not wanting to look like a worrying fool, he took a seat on one of the newly covered chairs. They hardly looked like the old, worn out chairs that used to sit in the office. Instead, they were covered with fine black cloth with silver bows and tassels on the backside. The underlying color theme for the night was blacks, silvers, purples, and whites--with a hint of deep red! These were all colors of the night and colors Saith simply preferred.

Mushing his lips together, his ears picked up the faintest of steps. Someone was coming. She was coming.

Door opening, Saith rose in a very chivalrous manner and found himself beside the door. "Welcome, ma'dam," he said while slipping into light bow. "Since I saw no signs of a full lunch, I thought I would offer you a dinner to die for." Letting his hands fly gracefully from the side, he coaxed her into the room.

The moment she entered, she would smell all the delicious meals as well as the faint scent of the lovely flowers tucked all over the place. Even the subtle scent of the wooden wick burning lingered in the air just long enough to quell any nerves.

Saith, sweeping in beside her, guided her by loose hand to her seat across from his place at the work-table-turned-dining-table. Gingerly pulling back her chair, he helped ease the woman in and kindly pushed her forward so that she was now seated properly before the banquet sprawled out before her.

From her once-desk now turned mini-bar, the drow twirled out some champagne glasses. Not sure if Mae would join him, he rose a brow to her. If she nodded, he would tip some of the bubbling liquid into her crystal glass with a silver rim. If she said no, he would just make use of the sparkling grape juice--the kid-friendly version of what he was drinking.

Drinks on the table, the white haired male shuffled some food over to them and took his seat. "Since you haven't had time to sample food, I figured let's bring the food to us. There's all kind of meals available but I went with the traditional three. The meals were prepared by three different companies and the desserts by a fourth. There was a fifth but they only brought appetizers which I... might have had for lunch. I did save some in the fridge for you though."

Pulling off the silver lids, he displayed the three meals. "They didn't make a ton. I might have, uh, hinted that it would just be for two. We'll have to sample a bite of everything but then we can pick our favorite." He gave her a quick glare. "And you have to save room for dessert. I may or may not have tried to kill off the cannolis." Winking, he leaned back to let the lady lead. "You first," he said with that unbelievably dashing smile of his. It certainly didn't help that he was still wearing that form-fitting black shirt from earlier. It wasn't hard to let the eyes draw out what laid beneath that top--from pronounced collar bone to the barely visible (due to the table being in the way) set of abs. His lean, toned arms were now rested properly in his lap and his head tilted to the side to inquire and watch what the elf woman did next.

And those eyes. If Mae dared to look up, would undoubtedly make her squirm. Bluer than ever, they looked just like the clearest of lakes beneath the bluest of skies. They were relaxed yet enticing as they patiently gazed across at her.
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Old 10-06-2015, 05:58 PM

She had planned to walk in all fire and certainty, but a step in the room and she froze. Eyes growing wide, Mae took in the sight before her, at first not even noticing Saith before he spoke. This had to be the wrong room, it just had to be... Her body was ready to spin on heel and leave, to make sure this was the correct place, as if dismissing what Saith had just said in her shocked state, when dark elf suddenly moved to her side. She jumped slightly when he touched her arm, barely managing to keep from gasping, but let him lead her.

"What happened here?" she asked, before taking her seat, strangely obediently. She sounded a little cautious, but more confused and even stunned than anything else. At his silent inquiry about their drinks, she actually hesitated before shaking head slightly. It wasn't that she was against alcohol, but it could be a bad combination with... All of this. Sun only knew what she would end up slightly buzzed in this romantic movie setting alone with him. This thought sent her heart beating fast again, blush spreading through her cheeks although in the dim light it was not so apparent. Honestly, the scent of all the flowers was already making her lightheaded as it was.

Listening to his explanation silently, she tried to put her thoughts and emotions in order, but the alarm bells that were ringing in her head were somehow muted and Lacrimae couldn't make much sense of what she felt.

"So, all of this is your handiwork... Are you sure you are not genie of sorts?" she laughed softly, eyes still sliding over the completely changed surroundings. "I cannot believe this is the same room," her tone was honest and there definitely was admiration as Mae focused back on her dinner partner, "I think it is time I admit my defeat; you have me bested in organizing events."

Elf woman didn't admit someone being better than her often, in fact, it hadn't happened in years. But this time, she was willing to. And to think, he did something like this for her... Oh, it couldn't be just for her, but her heart decided it would perceive it so, heating up more and more as she looked at Saith. Silvana would say he looked good enough to eat... Oh, food. Right. That was why they were here. Placing a bit of everything from the first entree on her plate, she took a careful bite of the steak and froze again, before swallowing the meat that seemed to burst with flavor in her mouth, enjoying it to the last bit. "This absolutely delicious!" she admitted. Continuing the tasting, her wonder never ceased. "Are you sure these caterers are in our price range? I do think that salmon is special from a place I had decided to check, but still..."

Part of her cursed that even now she couldn't stop thinking about the ball and work, but rest of her helplessly clung to it like one might to life-raft in shark invested waters. Except the sharks happened to be one exceptionally handsome man... Wait, when did he go from not-too-bad-looking to exceptionally handsome in her book? This light and setting were definitely flattering Saith and she suddenly felt way too plain, in her white with delicate rose pattern sleeveless shirt and green jeans, with nearly no makeup. Trying to stop thinking about that, Mae focused on her food. "I did read your messages, I just couldn't respond. But I think you handled the law enforcers well enough," she joked.

"I must warn you, my tastes are incredibly boring: I love vanilla and strawberry ice cream, nothing can be better than coffee in the morning, but evenings and rainy days wouldn't be complete without steaming mug of tea. Any tea, really. And I don't think I've ever been to Wu Shu Cafe. So, your turn now. Same questions." Oh no, this was feeling more and more like a date! Was this his way of getting that dinner she had denied him? If so... It was insanely clever. After all, they were 'working' right now, she couldn't even deny him. Now that she thought about it, how come saying no hadn't even crossed her mind, even when she felt like this just had to be a trap? Where did her caution go when together with this man?

"I have never had such a delicious meal in my life," she admitted to him when they had gotten to the ravioli, for some reason a slightest tinge of sadness settled in corners of her smile. For her, food was means to sustain one self, not something she experimented with. In a sense, this was a journey of discovery not a mere meal for the elf woman, finding that her taste-buds could actually experience something like this. And she also found out she could remain nervously excited for abnormally long time. She was both enjoying herself and being nervous about how she looked, moved, talked... Sure, it was hard if not near impossible to tell she was anxious, decades of practicing public speaking and disguising her emotions, but she herself knew and that was enough.

But what about him? Saith looked so calm and collected, was it something he did often? Arranged lavish dates with women and patiently, with smile, waited till they swooned and fell in his arms? Prick of... Something stabbed in her heart, either anger, doubt or jealousy. Mae decided not to guess which one. It would be stupid to ruin this... Whatever it was by such musings.

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Old 10-07-2015, 12:41 PM

She seemed... apprehensive? Confused. Shocked. Surprised. Enthralled. Lacrimae was a whirl of emotions and Saith was drinking in every ounce of her--even the fleeting look of fear that left remnants of ghostly fragments in her eyes.

Ears drooping ever so slightly, drow leaned across table to grace her fair hands. "Stop worrying," he cooed. The sweet scent of honey still on his lips after having sampled the steak. "And have fun." Grin growing on his face, he fell back against his chair and laughed. "After all," a stern look replaced the grin, "we're working. And everyone knows you can't mix business and pleasure." As expected, his wink followed.

"As far as desserts go, I love everything strawberry." Although Mae went into no details about her preferences, Saith didn't shy away from telling the elf a bit of his backstory. "They were a delicacy at my house. My mother loved them dearly so he would always bring them home after his travels. I would maybe have them... four times a year. I know they're not expensive or anything but I do try not to overindulge. I..." he drew his lips tight and glanced away. "I don't want to wear them out. It's about all I have left of my parents."

Upon making the mood a tad too depressing, he shrugged sheepishly. "And I may have a sweet tooth. If I'm having coffee, it better have more cream and sugar than coffee. I know, I know," Saith held a hand up, "I should watch my figure." His white grin returned and brought back that handsome facial contrast. "Now my tea, I like it plain. No point in ruining something good."

"And as far as Wu Shu goes... HOW HAVE YOU NEVER BEEN THERE?!" His expressions matched his flailing arms. "I work there... part time... when needed. It is the best! Had you not declined my date," he narrowed his eyes to glare at her, "you would know that they have won--for the past 10 years--awards for having the best Asian cuisine. But no," he puffed out his chest and rolled his eyes, "someone had to politely decline my gesture." The tone he used was equally as sassy and over-dramatized as everything else was.

When her expression didn't change, drow rolled his eyes again. "You know," his elbow leaned on the table, "the offer is still on the table. I do still owe you for saving my life. If 50 years from now you want to take that offer, I'll make it happen. Unless I'm dead. Then I'll have Kev make a puppet of me and he'll narrate. He knows me," the drow blushed, "probably better than he should." His laugh was hesitant and forced. "'I'm shocked that the school paper this morning didn't say 'lovers.' We tend to give off that vibe." Hand on his heart, he batted his lashes. "I love him dearly. The little idiot that he is." He glanced over at Mae to see if she was enjoying his ridiculous antics. "You would actually like him, if you met him." His calm demeanor returned. There was a sweet sincerity to his voice. "Kev's very prim and proper. I would introduce you two but I wouldn't want to shoot myself in the foot. Your cultured mannerisms and his knightly ways... yeah, not sure this conning drow would stand a chance."

The way he tilted his head to her was more quizzical than cocky. As if Saith was reading her to see if she would indeed prefer Kevlar over himself. But before Mae could respond, Saith crossed his legs, cleared his throat, and gingerly draped arm against back of chair. With his cheek parallel to her, he spoke in a very peculiar accent (think British mafia). "But toots, who wants a suit of armor when you c--." He tried hard to fight it back but there was no containing it. Bursting into laughter Saith doubled over himself and tears started to swell in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I was trying to come across as a one of those suited, cocky thugs but... I can't. It's just too... well, not me. I do look quite dapper in a suit but that accent and nose held high. Yeah, not my style. And I'm not about to change my lifestyle or flair to compete with pretty boys, heroes, or cultured thugs."

Feeling a bit award confessing as much as he did, Saith decided it was time for the next event! With quick steps, he moved to a laptop that was resting on the other desk. "I wanted your undivided attention for this, hence not playing it during the meal. These were some of the better sounding groups and DJs." Wiggling the mouse, the computer came alive. The computer's background was an image of forest. It was dark and thick fog was rolling in. Somewhere, behind the leaves of the tress, was the faint glow of the moon. "Took that myself," he said with grin. Pulling up a program, he turned the speakers up before a song started to play. It was nothing fancy but it was one of those more well known songs.

"Feel free to toggle through them while we work." Drow placed the remote in her hand and began to move away the empty dishes. As the meals were on disposable plates (they didn't look tacky and fake though!), they didn't need to worry about cleaning up too much.

With another glass of champagne, Saith shuffled over some of the paperwork. "We could probably crank these out in an hour or two if we put our heads together." Tapping a pen on his lip, drow looked at the clock. "And to make sure we stay awake, we should play a game. Truth or lie?" The corner of his lip curled up. "Or do you prefer truth or dare." He knew she would pick the first as, if she picked the latter, she would avoid the dares.



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After leaving her side, Cain didn't return to it. He did have classes to attend and then homework to catch up on. Thankfully, his Friday was very open and he used that to his advantage. Slaving away from sun up to sun down, the Aussie was finally all caught up on his assignments. He even went the extra mile to put himself a week ahead (to some extent).

Flashing his eyes at the clock, he noted that it was getting late. Not too late but late enough that people would start flocking to parties and getting their social on. Not wanting to miss out on seeing his creature of interest interact within the night, the pinkie flipped into something casual and tugged on a tight jacket. Beanie on and sneaks' tied, he began the hunt.

Fengir, coming in handy as always, was able to detect her scent among the students. Not long after, he was stalking the shadows from a distance. Only, the more he did it, the more he realized he didn't have to. It was a Friday night. Kids went wild. They partied long and hard. And the best part? Very few cares who you partied with, especially if you were Marwo or, in Cain's case, a nobody.

"Heyo, Cain! Is that you? Aww snap, dawg, it is you." A voice caused the male's head to turn. Before he could even analyze who it was, arms were around him and tugging him away from the woman he wished to pursue.

"Uh, Casey... Finn, can this wait?" His brow curved in an inquiring manner. "I was busy."

"Hardly, dude!" The one named Casey exclaimed. "We got the test results back and they are killer. You will be so pumped!"

Instantly, a light bulb went off in Cain's head. He was no longer concerned with finding Marwo--he could hunt her down later. Right now, he had to see these results. He, Finn, and Casey had been working on some focus groups and research regarding human emotions. Vanishing with them, he wouldn't continue his hunt until early the next morning.

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Glancing at his phone, the male jumped to his feet. "Shit," he bit his lip. "I gotta go." Grabbing up his gear, he flew out the door and had Fengir sniff her out again. It was harder now for the scent of smoke and liquor were alive in the air. There were other scents that Fengir also picked up and Cain could only smirk. "Ah yes, the decisions of hasty love based on intoxicating drugs and drinks that mess up the mind. So glad I don't have these issues," he chirped.

Eventually, around 1:45AM, he stumped upon the party she was at. Not wanting to go in--for there were too many half-naked drunks spinning around just begging to barf--he leaned patiently on a fence nearby. If Marwo ventured near a window, she would likely see his silhouette sitting out there, just begging to interfere with whatever plans she likely had made. Still, his presence remained unyielding and unwavering. He wouldn't leave even if she asked! Why? Well, the fine scholar and gentleman that he was wanted to walk her home and keep her safe!
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"I am not worried, I have no reason to be," she scoffed slightly at the suggestion, but she didn't draw away from his touch. She should have, she always did, but while she tensed up just a bit, her hand remained where it had been. It was not the first surprise of tonight, it would not be the last. As she listened to Saith, she came to conclusion he really loved to talk and did so strangely sincerely. It wasn't what the elf had heard, though. He was mysterious vagabond that swept women off their feet and left before they learned anything about them. Even the guys knew hardly anything about him, with the exception of his roommate, but he didn't share anything either.

Although she enjoyed the food immensely, her attention was on him, reacting to his jokes and revelations with surprising forwardness. As he spoke of his parents, sadness entered her eyes and woman struggled to find what to say. She couldn't just say "but at least you have some memories"... And as he so quickly changed topic, she also didn't manage to say anything about it.

"And what do you think you're doing with your coffee? That's blasphemy, if you ask me," Mae's voice was full with mock disdain, when he said that he didn't ruin his tea. Honestly, how could someone have that much of a sweet teeth? Not that she didn't like a bit of sugar in her coffee as well, but black was also always a good option. In any case, it was hard to keep a straight face with all these dramatic expressions and gestures Saith was pulling and the woman found herself laughing more than she had in a long, long time.

"Well, we are having dinner now, aren't we," she said but came to immediately regret it, realizing it could sound as if she did think of this as a date or something. But what was said was said and she could as well finish her thought. "Besides, I doubt the meal could be better than this." There was a challenging gleam in her eyes, as if Mae expected him to try and prove this statement wrong. What was she doing was beyond even her, maybe she was just testing his reaction and she shouldn't read more into her own words, but considering how she usually spoke only what she knew would bring her firm opinion across or get the result she wanted, this experimenting was rather unusual.

"I believe I actually ran into him this morning, but I can't say his first impression matches how you describe him. Still, I can tell your friendship is indeed a strong one," elf woman spoke with slightly dismissing tone at first which then transformed into gentler smile, thinking that if it indeed had been Kevlar, he was very set on believing in and wanting his friend's happiness... Although, in that case she would have to take Saith's words of worrying about competition seriously and the thought made her heart stupidly skip a beat as blush rose to her cheeks again. Thankfully, the dim light should hide that.

In next moment, she was stiffling laughter again at his 'new found' accent and manners. Bowing her head so hair would hide her face at least a bit, she laughed, hand covering mouth. Honestly, what had gotten into her? She hadn't even drank the champagne, but somehow it had gotten so easy to laugh and talk with him... When dark elf stopped laughing himself, explaining his opinion, she nodded slightly. "I do not think you have to change anything to compete," the woman said, only then realizing it might sound a bit too much like she was complimenting him. Good thing he quickly brought up the music.

"So this is why you complained about horrible music," Mae concluded. Tilting head to the familiar starting notes, she smiled, but then got up to help him with the dishes. It really didn't take much time with them together and she helped even if he protested. Soon, they sat down to the papers and at his suggestion she frowned slightly. Why did he offer truth or lie first, as if poking at the fact she didn't seem very adventurous? Feeling bold, she stared at the man for a second and then said: "Truth or dare. I will start and I pick dare." There was that nearly challenging gleam in her eyes again.




Perhaps Cain noticed a strange pattern in the parties that Marwo had breezed through, as he followed her trail. It seemed that while she was there, the party reached a new high and then, somehow overboiled, foam spilling over the cup and extinguishing the party spirit. Fights and jealousy scenes broke out, petty arguments or people just passing out without any reason (at least at this time of party)... In any case, by time she left, everything was either in the highest throes before fizzling or already dying out.

The last party that she was still at was about to fall apart as well, red-haired woman staring into arguing mass of people with malicious eyes. It wasn't that she literally fed off the malcontent, she didn't even come to parties with clear intent to ruin them, but somehow, someone always pissed her off, with too freely wandering hands when she had not given permission or otherwise being a total a**hole (not necessarily only to her).

And it was so easy it really would be a waste not to use the chance. A simple adjustment to blood pressure or how easily one succumbed to alcohol and there you have it... It was especially entertaining since she herself never even got really tipsy, not finding much joy in the feeling. Seeing others spill everything and reveal just who they are while drunk was a lot more interesting. Smirking at the unfolding scene, Marwolaeth decided it was time to take leave. Finishing her drink, the burning sensation familiar in her throat, she exited, hips enticingly swaying. Her last dance partner that had been by her side all this time, but whom she had thoroughly ignored, apparently took it as an invite to follow.

"I was thinkin' when you'd want to move our conversation to more private spot," he leered, immediately trying to back her up in a wall and kiss her. Marwo's hand pressed in his throat, her eyes narrowing: "Did I hint you can follow me or touch me?" Her tone was dark, dangerous, but of course the man missed it, something he would have to regret.

"Now, don't play coy," he slurred, hand pulling forcefully at front of her button-up dress, buttons popping open. But before he even managed to touch her creamy skin, his head was taken in firm grasp and smashed into wall, facefirst. Knocked out and with broken nose, the man slid down, ending up in a slump. Not even bothering to arrange her clothes immediately, Marwo touched stain of blood on the wall, bringing it to her lips and tasting, before making a disgusted face.

Turning around, her hands starting to button up the dress of black, leathery material, so it would cover her blood red bra, her eyes finally landed on Cain. Looping a thumb behind the silver and red belt, she approached - more like stalked - towards pink haired man. "You are following me," she stated in a low voice, not even questioning anymore. "Why?" The gleam in her eyes that now shone nearly abnormally in low light had gotten dangerous.
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Old 12-17-2015, 05:27 PM

Having left the woman with so many topics, Saith waited until after the game started before he went back to tie up the loose ends.

"Before we go into our game, you're right about Wu Shu though. The meals are divine they cannot compete with these 4 and 5 star meal options. Still, they hold their own. If Asian cuisine was on the menu for the event, I wouldn't even have to think and stop. I would pick them in a heartbeat--with or without your permission!"

Running a hand through his hair, he smirked. "And you met Kev? Why didn't he tell me." His eyes immediately shot to his phone. From the way he looked at it, one would almost think he was about ready to murder the little devicve. "Little booger holding out on me. Tch!"

Tilting his head, a wrinkle came between his brows. Honestly, he wished she had went with truth. He would have asked what Kev had said. But she picked dare. The one time she picked dare and he was more worried about the truth. Go figure!

From the baffled look on his face, it was obvious that Saith wasn't ready for this. She completely caught him off guard.

"A dare. Way to throw me off my game." With a lazy shrug, he rolled his eyes. "Gee, I don't know. I had come up with a million--okay maybe four--truths. But dare? I," he fell silent. "Yeah, I got nothing."

Brows knitting together, he let his eyes slip over every corner of the room. There had to be something in here he could use to help him come up with a worthy dare. If this was the only dare he got for the night, he had to make it count.

HA! Could he dare her to kiss him?

Poker face completely in tact, he dismissed that idea. Asking, daring for that would completely undermine all he was trying to accomplish. It had to be something less lustful.

It was too soon to ask for a dance, not to mention she hadn't had nearly enough to drink to give into that kind of demand.

Daring her to drink more was a dick move. What about inviting her to a movie? Knowing her, she would say she had work or something else she had to do. Mae was always busy. Busy, busy, busy. Did the woman even know what it was like to have a day off and relax?

Slamming a balled fist into his open palm, Saith's eyes flicked to Mae. "Ha, I got it! I dare you not to work on anything dance related this weekend. You'll have to do something fun instead." Holding up a hand as if she were going to protest, he turned his nose to the ceiling. "I know, fun isn't your style. But if you don't do the dare, I'm going to make it so you have to run around with a coffee stain on your blouse." Coyly, he gazed over at her.

Yeah, it was a lame dare but he didn't want to do anything that would hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable.

"And no take backs. Can't flip to a truth now because my dare is too daring." There was a warmth to the way he smiled at her, as if he knew his dare would actually have positive benefits for her.

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"I do not think it was tell-worthy," she tried to appease Saith, speaking as nonchalantly as she could. In hindsight, she regretted bringing their meeting up at all. What if Kevlar proceeded to share the whole embarrassing ordeal? But no use to cry over spilled milk - or wine, if the saying was to match their situation.

At his admission of having thought up no dares, Lacrimae frowned. "Do you believe me so easily scared and nervous that I would not pick a dare?" No, the council president was not embodiment of tact and diplomacy. Not always, at least. There were times when she moved forward like an army, blunt and direct. And her own confused feelings combined with dark elf's attitude were creating exactly such responses.

The woman observed him quietly as he tried to think of a dare, apparently seeking inspiration in their surroundings as the music played on. Her fingers tapped her glass impatiently before she emptied it, but didn't immediately refill it. Should he inquire what she'd like now, she'd tell him champagne, as if protesting the image she thought he had of her. If not, she poured some of the pale, bubbly drink in her glass herself.

The matters were only made worse when Saith finally came up with a dare. At first, she opened her mouth, giving a dramatic, shocked expression. "Oh no, how will I ever live without work for whole two days!" Mae gasped, as if horrified, but then gave not really amused chuckle. "I am not quite as workaholic as you seem to believe and if I wanted to spite you, I have lot of other work beside this dance. But I will gladly take time off, maybe catch up with few friends. So," she clinked her glass to his, "dare accepted."

Maybe he merely meant to give her an opportunity to rest which - she hated to admit - she needed quite badly. But what was with him and all this taking care of her, helping her? It was quite unlike the Saith that campus spoke of and even unlike the man she had met in the greenhouse. What was his ulterior motive, if he had one? Why did this elf have to be such a puzzle to her?

"Your turn now: truth or dare?" She hadn't really thought of any questions to ask yet either and a dare even less, but she wasn't going to put it off. She could be spontaneous, if she needed to be! ... Hopefully. While the man considered his options, she slowly moved her head to the pleasant beat of the music playing right now.

When he picks the truth, she is quiet for a briefest moment before deciding to ask what's been on her tongue for a while now: "Why were you in the greenhouse that evening?"

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Old 12-28-2015, 01:21 PM

At her equally silly flailing and teasing, Saith smirked. "Oh really? Could have fooled me. I could have sworn all the stories were about how you worked yourself to death. Perhaps the rumor mill lied."

Even if Mae didn't openly admit it, Saith knew she was pleased with his dare. At the dinking of their glasses, he decided to go with a truth. He wasn't about to put her on the spot to declare a dare, hence going with the usually easier option. Granted, there was nothing easy about the dare she spoke to him.

To say he wasn't surprised was an understatement. He knew full-well that this question would come up. Truthfully, he hoped it would come later for he wasn't sure just how to tell his story. Oh, he wanted to be truthful but... what if her intentions were aligned with the wicked?

When she asked just what brought him to the garden that night, Saith just let the question engulf him. It seemed almost biblical. Only, instead of snake and apple, it was water and a poisonous creature. Wait, was it really that different? Apples are mainly water. Snakes are poisonous. Heh, Saith smirked at his own connection.

"The jocks needed a reminder. I stole their prized trophy to kindly remind them not to be asshats."
He cringed at his choice of words. "Everyone thinks I stole it because I'm just a jerk. I like the spotlight, the attention. But that's hardly the truth. I stole it because," his eyes fell off her. They seemed... sad.

Conflicted, he took his time in crafting his words. He would be truthful, for she asked for the truth. Still, it was hard. To relive that night and all that came after it, well, it was no easy burden to bare. Why, even Kev didn't know the full truth.

"I should have stopped it. I heard a rumor and I did nothing. I honestly though it was a rumor but... I should have known it would be true. They were," he bit his lip, "planning a hit. She was a sweet little freshie. Gorgeous red curls, an innocent smile, and the greenest of eyes I have ever seen. Hardly knew a damn thing about man and those feral urges. She strayed too close and, like a deer in the headlights, was completely taken by surprise."

Saith pulled his lips together and uttered not another word. At least not until the next song, one with a more up-beat tune came on.

"She's been missing ever since. I've tried to get leads on her but, I'm finding nothing. I thought, if I stole the trophy, and revealed that I knew the truth, they might tell me where she is." His movements seemed frozen. And although his response was more than enough to answer Mae's truth, he continued.

"Instead," he rubbed his shoulder, "I ran into you and ended up needing medical attention. I never got the truth. And when I tried to ask the night after I walked you home, they told me it was too late."

Ears drooping, he felt a knot form in his throat. It was almost hard to breath, even harder to swallow.

"The evidence is long gone. I did get a confession out of them though. Nothing that would hold up in court and nothing they couldn't spin against me. Still, I know where she lays. I got her body's location." A pang of anger smeared his sorrowful gaze. "Bastards dumped her in the lake. I called in an anonymous tip. Telling them I witnessed a car back into the lake. The crime scene investigators have been dredging the lake since Thursday."

The whole time he spoke, he never looked at her. Ashamed for turning something serious into something reckless, the drow blamed himself.

"If I had just been a man about it, instead of trying to hide what I actually do, she might still be alive." Although, deep down, Saith knew she was dead the moment she walked into the locker room. He also knew he could never stop her. She was hell-bent on becoming a 'cool girl.' Why, even Saith, as bad as he seemed to be, didn't have the lure to keep women off jock junk.

"I think the worst part is, no matter how much I pressure those jocks, they never crack. It almost makes me wonder... are they pawns to some bigger game?"

As his mind glided over this thought, he grimaced. "They're too stupid to truly be the masterminds behind these mysterious vanishings. I know the jocks are a clue but I'm missing something. Missing the bigger picture."

Finally, his gaze moved to her. Those blue orbs bore into her core, as if her face held answers. As his eyes jerked around to read all her nonverbal cues, he finally relaxed his brow before adverting his gaze. Based off her eyes alone, he could tell that this was all news to her. Clearly, whoever orchestrated this wanted to keep it under wraps.

"So yeah, there you have it. I fucked up royally and now Lenalie is dead." A cold chill swept across the room.

There was so much more he wanted to share but, in fear of her involvement, he decided to keep it to himself. If she were involved--not that he believed she was--he didn't want to reveal his hand. Not yet. There was no way he could tell her that he was part of a special task group purposely planted on the campus to unearth the truth about the numerous killings that have sprung up over the past few years....

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"Ha," Cain let loose a laugh. "Don't flatter yourself, mate. I was thinking about following you and then got sidetracked. I just so happened to land here and, low and behold, you happen to be here too. Either it's dumb luck or we're destined to be together."

At his last comment, he winked, knowing full-well she would react violently to such a comment. Still, it was a mere tease. Perhaps she wouldn't get her panties in a knot over his lighthearted joking. Sometimes Marwo was hard to predict.

"Couldn't help but notice your friend over there though," he leaned forward so he could spy the man with the bloody nose. "Didn't like his face? Thought you would help make it better?" Cringing, he shuddered. "Don't know how you would fix him. Bloke's hideous as hell."

As Cain relaxed and found his rhythm, he finally spilled the beans. "Truthfully," he pulled his brilliant orbs up to meet hers, "I wanted to walk you home and make sure you didn't have some one bail you up ((*slang for corner someone*)) like you did to Luke over there." He gestured toward the man eating the wall caked with his nose's blood.

Kicking off the fence, he jumped on his toes a bit before finally catching his balance. With a dip down and then a swing up, he slapped a grin on his face.

"Not that a sheila of your caliber needs a man to walk her home." She didn't need buttering up but he liked the idea so he spoke it anyway.

"Still," his eyes shifted from her, "there's a rumor that mentions a missing woman. Of the four known women who have gone missing, all of them were redheads." Sizing Marwo up, concern washed over his features. "You're a redhead. Spunk as hell ((**overly attractive**)), too. And like the other four women, you're a loner. I just," his hand rubbed the back of his neck, "I know you can defend yourself, saw it first hand, but."

How could he say he cared for her? That he enjoyed the witty banter? That he loved the way she always glared at him?

Sighing, the small smirk on his face turned into a frown.

"You're always stirring up trouble, even if you don't mean it. And I know you can take care of yourself but we know nothing about the individuals behind the kidnappings. I would hate to see you wind up in their clutches."

The only reason he even knew about the kidnappings was, well, one -- he worked heavily with the psychology department and they were tasked with psycho-analyzing the students and faculty, and two -- probably most importantly, he was accused of the crimes. Of course, he wasn't the culprit and was completely blind to the whole ordeal until after he had been exonerated. Oh, and not as prevalent, there were posts in the school paper that mentioned missing women. There were also the obituaries too. Both shuffled under the rug but visible to the public if they wanted to learn more.

Running a hand through his pink hair, he tried to muster up a small smile for her. It was pathetic though. Quite pitiful. But, even so, it was a gesture that came with a promise of friendship. And, if indulged, perhaps something more.

Even if she objected, called the police, or beat him into pulp, Cain would follow her home. Within, he hoped that someday she would come to appreciate him. Maybe even allow him to walk her home, without threats.
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Whatever she had expected as his reasons, this hadn't been that. Mae didn't interrupt his story, not even once, nor did she urge him when the silence fell, other than taking his hand (it was cool, as if the death's cold touch was taking him as well). Her own hand holding his began trembling softly as the truth was revealed and she finally let his palm go, to clench fists in attempt to contain her rage that simmered inside, threatening to burst out at any moment.

But when his story came to an end, the furious emotions softened at the sad look in Saith's eyes and she did something spontaneous. Well, maybe not entirely, as she actually hesitated for a second before drawing the man into a hug. "It is not your fault," she spoke with conviction. "You have done more for her than anyone else has and perhaps because of you, the next tragedy can be prevented. Her fate was most likely sealed the moment she fell in their trap." At this her grip tightened, her one hand digging in her other to the point it hurt and she abruptly released the dark elf from her embrace.

"In fact, if anyone is to be blamed, it is I. I knew of the disappearances, yet I have not done anything more than requesting police presence be doubled and placing warning posters around the campus and repeated through the radio. I should have investigated, pieced together that..." her shoulders trembled for a moment, before she could continue, "that students from here are at fault. Even if mere pawns." The woman shut her eyes, trying to calm down and regain her composure, but she felt shaken to the core.

This man everyone thought to be a common trouble maker, even thug, he saw and took care of things no one else did. She believed him, wholly, the pain in his blue eyes far from fake. Was this Lenalie someone he cared about in particular, that he would feel this guilty? But, no matter! It was no concern of hers and that unpleasant tug on her heart at the thought was absolutely shameful. "There must be something I can do, without raising suspicion so they don't run into underground, that would help and protect the people," Lacrimae spoke out-loud, already thinking over every possibility. The game and playful mood was forgotten now.




"Don't lie to me. Are you with them?" she hissed, grabbing the man by shirt's collar and pressing him, slightly raised from the ground, into the fence. It was effective enough as, after trying to distract her from the matter by insulting the knocked out fool (which made a wry smirk pull at the corners of her mouth), he admitted to finding her on purpose.

"That's bulls**t," Marwo's reply was instantaneous and a tad bit cruder than she usually spoke. No one would seek her out to just walk her home! It was the most ridiculous thought, excuse, whatever, someone had sputtered in front of her. Yet, nothing in his conscious or subconscious mannerism suggested Pinkie was lying. She let go of him as if he had burned her, stepping back with kind of sneer. "I am not afraid of things that go bump in night, they are afraid of me." From any other woman, it would sound like shallow bragging, but there was something about her that made the words seem all too real.

"And if you think your sweet little act can get you some of this," suddenly she was again close to him, so close her body brushed against his, fingernail trailing down his cheek and then on neck, probably sending pleasant shudders down his spine, as her dark painted lips hovered mere millimeters away from his, their breaths mingling, and her half-lidded eyes staring into his the way stronger men couldn't resist, "then you are wrong." Her hands pushed him into the chain-link fence again as she moved away, eyes blazing.

"If you follow me one more time, you will end up wishing those f***ers were interested in pink haired weirdos!" she spewed a threat before disappearing into darkness as if she had never been there in the first place.

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Old 12-28-2015, 05:16 PM

The venom in her voice would have likely turned any man (or woman) running, but this was Cain. He was patient. He was also very indifferent to the whole 'tougher than you act.' Tended to happen when you had pink hair and liked girly things. Time and time again, people underestimated and, when push came to shove, Cain had to carry all the weight, and then some! He was used to being the rock, the boulder, the shoulder to cry on. He was used to having to save the day, despite all the unnecessary hate and jeering.

As she drilled into him, trying to cause him to squirm and writhe, his bright eyes just stayed locked on hers. It was almost creepy how, despite a verbal beating, he could keep his eyes so focused on his mark. Not to mention, he blinked maybe all of three times. Who does that?

Ah, yes. A man who studies psychology and knows how to force the body not to show fear nor weakness. Why, Cain even took it a step further and made his body show lack of care for her spitting tongue.

With the forceful shove, he finally took his eyes off her.

"I never asked for that," he said with a monotone voice. It was strangely cold, much like the hallow gaze in his eyes. Despite whatever she thought, he wasn't giving in. He wasn't this monster she was playing him out to be. Unlike everyone that came before him, Cain really did care. And, based on her reactions, the woman was having a hard time believing someone could genuinely show concern for such a hateful woman.

"Must you think all men are root rats ((**always wanting sex**))?" His brows furrowed before he adjusted his marred clothing. He most disliked the disheveled look, despite wearing eccentric clothing. "Believe it or not, sheila, passion can be on a much deeper, more intellectual level. But if you're all for the naughty, then that's on you."

Leaning into her, those trained eyes latched right onto her. "And the fact that you're spitting the dummy ((**getting very upset/worked up**)) at this whole notion means that, despite the act, you're not without flaws."

Stepping back, Cain kept his back to the woman. If she were to take a swing at it, he would merely duck and roll. He wasn't about to let her get close, not with her threats. If push came to shove, he would call forth his powers and cast them upon her. However, Cain hated the idea of doing something so rude to a woman, especially one he was trying to feel something for.

With a snort, he snapped his head over his shoulder.

"Like it or not, I'm walking you home so man up and deal with it." Shoving his hands into his pockets, he left his cold gaze fixed on her. He wouldn't peel those unblinking eyes off her until she was home. No matter what direction she ran off in, he would follow.

Thankfully, despite all the aggressive statements and tension in the air, Fengir had managed to wiggle his way down out of the jacket and onto the grass. Slowly, he trotted up to Marwo before nuzzling her leg.

He spoke not a word, but the light wag to his tail seemed to cause the air to lighten. Some.

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Saith nearly jumped from his own skin when her arms suddenly found their way around him. Her warm instantly poured into him, causing the faint kiss of death to melt away. It was so unexpected and unlike her that Saith felt he could trust her with all of his secrets. And yet, as his lips pursued, not a word came out. Instead, he relished the moment.

With hesitance, he lifted his arms so that he could return the embrace. Unlike her strong hold on him, Saith's was softer. It was reassuring, as if to say thank you for caring. It was so unlike them too. Saith, often strong and spontaneous. Mae, gentle and planned. Mae was certainly the type to show concern, but Saith? For him to so willingly share what tore at him, it was so unorthodox. With each passing second, he seemed to be less the villain all played him out to be. Perhaps the villainous nature was just the facade he wore to hide his true mask--the mask of a vigilante.

Mind still lost in the fog of the murdered woman, he felt his core shake. Would she-no, could she sense the fear within?

Even so, he didn't fight it or hold it back. Thankfully, Saith wasn't usually a man of tears or weeping so he had one point of pride he could actually keep.

Perhaps, had they known each other longer than a week, he would have buried his nose into the nape of her neck. He would have let their cheeks brush. Hell, he might have even pulled her in closer, absolutely refusing to let her go. All right, all right. Truthfully, and only if he had his way, he would have kissed her.

But they were new. They had yet to fully understand each other. Both strangers seeking the compassion from another. They would begin their journey and, with luck, they would stick it out until the very end. Whatever that road entailed was still beyond Saith's scope, but he was more than overjoyed to know that, despite the rumors and mystery, she was able to see that, deep down, he was just like everyone else. Very much affected by the loss of another. And very much fearful of his indirect involvement behind her vanishing.

Much like the hug began, it ended.

It seemed, stiff. As if she had realized something. Sure enough, she was blaming herself. As her body quivered at the taunting direction the night had turned toward, Saith rose from his seat.

In mere seconds, he was kneeling before her. Hands cupped into his, Saith's soft blue eyes looked up to find her matching pair.

"Don't blame yourself, Lacrimae." The way her name rolled of her tongue was one most women in romantic novels and movies longed to hear. It was romanticized and beautiful. Who knew a name could muster up such beauty and compassion?

"This is fair more complex than even you realize. And you're in a tough position. If you focus too much on what's happening here at the school, students will feel panic and alarm. If you don't focus enough, then it makes you look reckless." He kept his hands wrapped around hers, resting on her knee. "What you're doing it perfect. You've increased security. You've created a curfew, to the best of your abilities. You're working on getting new security cameras installed. The problem isn't yours. It's--"

Mine.

He wanted to say mine. But he couldn't. She couldn't know his angle, not yet. As much as he trusted her, he didn't have clearance from the higher ups to bring her into the mix. After tonight's work, he would give his boss a buzz and see if he could get the a-okay. If not, he would continue to bite his tongue and pray she wouldn't coax the truth from him.

"It's them." Brows knit together, a harsh look washed over his face. "They're sick, twisted individuals who enjoy feasting upon the innocent or lonely."

Giving her hand a squeeze, his gaze lightened up again. A small smile played on his lips. "I'm just glad you're not a redhead." Despite the dim lighting, the scarlet blush to his cheeks was plainly visible. "I would hate for..." He couldn't finish his thought.

"Lenalie was a sweet kid. I was tutoring her. She wanted to be an engineer and was struggling with her Diff Eqs. She wanted to build castles and create a beautiful paradise, an affordable one so all could live like a royal." His eyes started to glaze over. Flitting his lashes, he kept the tears from rolling out; though he couldn't stop his voice from cracking nor his hands from shaking.

His lips opened but nothing came out. Not right away at least. Finally, after what was probably a solid 30-seconds, he said something.

"I like you Mae. I don't want you to get involved. I'm not sure I could live with myself if you got mixed up in all this." He swallowed the lump in his throat. "You need to stay a ray of light. Continue to hold your head high and proud. Let fear not cloud your work. Continue to inspire and devote your work to helping build a strong community."

Relinquishing her hand, the drow slowly pulled away. As his body unfolded, he grew taller and, from the candlelight, he almost looked heroic.

"You leave the acts of vigilantism to me. I would hate for your to take a bullet that is meant for me." Shifting his eyes to her ankles, he smirked. "So," that playful gleam from moments early sparkled in his eyes. "Will that be another dare for you? Or are you feeling truthful this time?"

It was time to pull their thoughts from the doom and gloom. It was time they get back to making sure everyone felt safe and welcome, and what better a way than a grand ball?

"Also," he shifted for the remote, "this song is god awful. How did that not make my original purge?" His smile cast away all the dark shadows that seemed to itch at the corners of the room. It was amazing how he could continue the mood but bringing out that ever-so-charming grin of his.
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Old 01-01-2017, 10:53 PM

Saith continued to surprise her today (in all the time they knew each other). But he also frustrated her just as much. Where they seemed to take step forward, to come toward a shared conclusion, he immediately proceeded to sidestep and build a wall between them. In a way, it echoed frightfully familiar behavior. Yet, he had obviously let Lenalie close enough for her death to wound him deeply.

But she knew that even if someone like Silvania, whom Mae knew so briefly, became a victim, a pained vengeance would burn her alive, too. And as such, when he brushed away her concerns, a flash of dimmed anger lit her face, quickly schooled away. "What Light would I be, if I turned blind eye to these horrible events? If I let someone fight for justice on their own, alone? Beside, you may not believe it, but I can do a lot more than merely sign papers."

Still, she permitted the drow to lull conversation away from strained subject. It hurt him, it was obvious. And it was not her intention to cause further discomfort. Not when he had worked so hard to aid her. "It is not that bad," she argued for sake of disagreeing at his distaste about song. But after listening for another moment, Lacrimae relented: "Alright, I take that back."

She pondered her options briefly, before picking a truth, a little anxious of what would he ask. But a dare could ultimately lead to same outcome and what if he dared her to avoid getting involved into this further? She'd hate to lie and arguing that is more of anti-dare could only do so much.




She was seething, frustrated, brimming with something. And it was nothing she wanted to deal with. The craving to spill blood was growing higher, such a simple answer to her problems. If they try to stick around, scare them away. No matter the cost. Because, ultimately, it will ask so much less of you than inevitable hurt and betrayal.

The woman began stalking away without wasting another word to Cain, but then something fluffy brushed at her leg. Glancing down, she contemplated kicking the animal out of simple spite, but decided against it, simply leaping forward to merge with the shadows. If he intended to walk her home, he'd have to keep up with her first. Her gadgets molded her with shadows to a level that would make many jealous and she knew ways back to campus others were not aware of. After all, she was the one that had made them.

 



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