abandoned classroom. [lucas]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;border-right:8px solid #eee; border-top:16px solid #eee; border-bottom:16px solid #eee;][style=float:center; background-color:#fff; color:#dedede; height:380px; font-family:arial; overflow:auto; padding:15px; text-align:justify; color:#000; font-size:10px;][style=float:left;height:100px; width:100px; border:3px solid #222; margin-right:3px; margin-bottom:-3px;][/style]Xerxes Sebastian Aaron, was in all sense, cutting class once again. It really wasn’t his fault, not when Professor Fourteen taught that class. Especially when she taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, who’d want to attend a class that she taught, in their right bloody mind? No one. So, he sat on the classroom’s dusty floor, just waiting, hoping that his letter that he had slipped under Lucas’ pillow this morning, to meet him here had reached him. He was going to convert the smaller Fifth Year; he was going to make sure that Icicle that was up his ass melted. He was well aware, that his cousin didn’t approve of Lucas, he could take that. He knew Asher actually hated Lucas, to the point where he pranked him more than any other prefect that the school had to offer. Was that Xerxes’ fault? Because honestly, Xerxes didn’t even know if he’d feel bad if it was. He might, or that just might have been stripped from his being long ago, remorse. Remorse was defiantly something Xerxes lacked, he decided to beat the shit out of other student’s daily, destroy people’s work, and burn peoples’ things. Yeah, Xerxes Aaron had no remorse. Maybe it was all the inbreeding? Maybe it was watching his brother die? Maybe it was burning his uncle’s house down while he was still inside? Maybe it was beating that house elf to the point where she couldn’t remember who she was or her prior beatings? Maybe he was just that way? Who knows, but whatever caused, remorse was gone, or maybe Xerxes never had it in the first place. He got himself up off the dusty ground, and dusted himself up, why on Earth had he even sat there in the first place? Thoughts began to run through his mind, maybe Lucas hadn’t checked under his pillow? Maybe he just decided not to come? Maybe he was too much of a chicken to sure up? Maybe, just maybe, all these things. Well, Xerxes did call Lucas a chicken in the letter if he decided not to show, so maybe that was enough? Eh, Xerxes didn’t know. He sat up on the desk, and began to stare at his nails, wishing he had brought firewhiskey up to the room now, but he knew that he had little to know chance of doing such a thing. He would have been caught going from the dungeons to the seventh floor with a bottle in his hand, or hidden in his robes. But you know who in their right minds would search his robes? Oh that’s right, the ones crazy enough to teach children ages eleven to seventeen, thus people, who certainly had no mind, and if they did it certainly wasn’t right. Xerxes was growing impatient. “Hurry up, Lucas, this is really getting boring.” WORDS: 475 TAGS: LUCAS<3 MUSIC: terezi's voice, that counts right? NOTES: XERXES IS SUCH A CREEPER, SLIPPING LETTERS UNDER LUCAS' PILLOW AS HE SLEPT.[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: auto, btable] Lucas had never missed a class. Not once in his four odd years of schooling at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Neither had he ever shown disrespect or discourtesy towards his tutors. It wasn't as though he needed that perfect attendance, of course. And as for putting up with the incompetence of certain teachers, that just happened to be one of those things expected of a high-born pure-blood. Lucas made it a point to master the year's syllabus before the school term started. But making himself look the part of a perfect student? That was simply an Irving-thing. If he could help it, Lucas would have continued his streak of perfection until he graduated. That was, until his fellow Slytherin Xerxes Aaron - who was coincidentally the cousin of Gryffindor tower's resident git - left him a letter under his pillow the night prior. Lucas, having no desire to involve in casual conversation in the dead of night, had been only too contented to let his fellow fifth-year think that he'd succeeded in ferreting the letter under his pillow without rousing him. Besides, he did take the trouble to write Lucas a letter. From the way that Xerxes had phrased his less-than-eloquent missive, ignoring it was ultimately out of the question however. Irvings were no cowards and, Lucas couldn't see much harm in entertaining his effeminate classmate. Coming up to the seventh floor landing, Lucas contemplated on borrowing Arden's time-turner once this business was over. He'd dismissed it abruptly, however. Retrieving notes from his fiancée would be more than enough and he could easily concoct some convincing excuse for Professor Lowell later. Best of all, it didn't even need to be a lie. He rounded into the classroom Xerxes had pointed out in the letter, scowling at the sight of the blue-haired Slytherin. "What could possibly be so important that you saw the need to summon me all the way to the tallest floor of the castle?" he asked acidly, holding the letter up for Xerxes to see. It could have been the elective classrooms on the fifth floor, or even the footpath behind the greenhouse if Xerxes had wanted to meet him alone. But no, it had naturally had to be the floor furthest away from the comforts of their Dungeons.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;border-right:8px solid #eee; border-top:16px solid #eee; border-bottom:16px solid #eee;][style=float:center; background-color:#fff; color:#dedede; height:380px; font-family:arial; overflow:auto; padding:15px; text-align:justify; color:#000; font-size:10px;][style=float:left;height:100px; width:100px; border:3px solid #222; margin-right:3px; margin-bottom:-3px;][/style]Xerxes was about to all but give up on Lucas and this whole thing when the shorter male opened the door. Xerxes’ head looked up, making sure, it was Lucas and not some nit-wit teacher that decided to find him, because you know, they were really all out to make Xerxes’ life fucking hell, or at least so it seemed to the blue haired male. They were out to get him, all adults in general, he couldn’t really trust him. Not with his life, and not with any information. They demanded authority, respect, something Xerxes felt had to be earned and not demanded. By the look that Lucas was showing him, and the tune he was using, it seemed clear, Lucas Irving wasn’t pleased. Boo hoo, Xerxes could care less. It was all enforcing the idea, that Lucas Irving was the biggest stick in the mud to ever grace the grounds of Hogwarts, and you know, that’s a really long fucking time since Hogwarts had been opened, and Lucas Irving, was certainly the biggest one. Xerxes lifted himself off the desk, walking over to Lucas; he shut the door behind Lucas, his hand following right above Lucas’ shoulder. Xerxes leaned in, he took a moment to think about his words carefully, allowing them to conjugate, and he spoke slowly. “Don’t tell me you’re out of breath already, Lucas? Are you really that out of shape? Because I really planned an afternoon of activity.” His voice low, almost intimate. Followed by a chuckle, Xerxes was joking, flirting but joking, all and all, he really just wanted to try and make Lucas squirm, see some emotion out of the bloody fucking stick in the mud that was Lucas. “Come on, you can’t be too mad to see me, huh, Lucas? You did come all the way up, all those bloody stairs.” He laughed. Xerxes didn’t normally talk on lost causes like Lucas on the route of fun, but really, the kid was adorable. Practically baiting him to try and sway from his annoying suck-up ways, seriously, if Xerxes could pull this off, he’d consider himself pretty close to a genus. If he could make Lucas have a little fun, you know ever, it would make Xerxes feel like one of the most accomplished men in the history of the universe. WORDS: 410 TAGS: LUCAS<3 MUSIC: combichrist-this shit will fuck you up. NOTES: XERXES HAS CONJUGATED.[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: auto, btable] In spite of himself, Lucas could not help but feel himself reel, just a little, at the tone of Xerxes' voice. One would think that after four years of sharing the same dormitory would have the prefect completely used to his antics. It didn't. But in his defense, Lucas did know Xerxes very well; him and all his... likings. In retrospect, this was arguably the source of the young Irving's discomfort. That, and this was Lucas' first time being at the receiving end of that tone. Still, he wasn't about to give Xerxes Aaron the satisfaction of having riled or spooked him. Not today. He took a breath as subtly as he could. "Not hardly, Xerxes," he said, his charming smile unfaltering. "So," with his exposed eye, he fixed his classmate with a deep inquiring gaze, "Are you going to keep me in suspense, or are you going to share this 'afternoon of activity' with me?" Why did he have a feeling he was going to regret this? Admittedly, choosing to - for lack of a better word - ditch class over the summons of a known trouble-maker didn't exactly strike him as the smartest decision. But there were things expected of him as a member of the dark house of Irving. He would never allow himself to be called a chicken whether or not the opinion of that person mattered. However, that didn't mean that he would submit to just any game that Xerxes might have in mind. No, there was a fine line between honorable courage and Gryffindor stupidity, and Lucas Irving had always believed himself a fine judge between the two.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;border-right:8px solid #eee; border-top:16px solid #eee; border-bottom:16px solid #eee;][style=float:center; background-color:#fff; color:#dedede; height:380px; font-family:arial; overflow:auto; padding:15px; text-align:justify; color:#000; font-size:10px;][style=float:left;height:100px; width:100px; border:3px solid #222; margin-right:3px; margin-bottom:-3px;][/style]Xerxes was a bit disappointed that Lucas didn’t really react, he didn’t push him away, and he didn’t even look at him strangely. Xerxes didn’t feel as if he was wining this, but he will, he will win this. Honestly, if Xerxes didn’t know better, he could have sworn that Lucas’ smile was to lead him on. But those thoughts were quickly taken out of his mind; Lucas was, as far as Xerxes knew straight. He brought his free hand up to Lucas’ chin, cupping it gently, he laughed, even if it wasn’t the reaction Xerxes had wanted, it was pretty fucking funny. “The idea, or the action?” Xerxes’ voice was softer, lower, and more whisper-like. “Because I’d really want to cut right,” His hand moved from Lucas’ chin, down to his chest, slowly, taking his time. “The chase, wouldn’t you?” He really had no more intention of bringing it much farther than this. Lucas was certainly something fun, something for Xerxes to play with in his free time, but he had no intention of breaking his toy. He wanted to see it squirm, right out of his grasp, and out that door. Though, sleeping with Lucas, it didn’t seem that bad of an idea. Xerxes knew that Lucas was engaged, it didn’t change a thing in Xerxes’ mind. He knew he was committed, and that just made everything great, made his game a lot more fun. Engagement, ugh, the very thought made Xerxes want to gag, throw up his lunch. He hated the idea of marriage, especially considering who the fuck he’d be marrying. He loathed Aphrodite, hated her to the very core. But he was stuck with her, and she made his life miserable with all her letters to his father about his ‘”inappropriate”’ gay activities. If he was going to be stuck with a vagina the rest of his life, he might as well had some fun before he turned fucking eighteen. WORDS: 325 TAGS: LUCAS<3 MUSIC: tz's voice. NOTES: MOLEST MOLEST MOLEST.[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: auto, btable] He wasn't a squirm-ish boy. In fact, Lucas Irving had never 'squirmed' in his life. But when Xerxes Aaron came much too close to him, Lucas not only felt the hundreds of warning bells go off in his head, he felt - literally felt - his skin crawling at his fellow fifth year's touch. It was decided then and there, that he could never understand the pleasures of having another boy... another man in his bed. Ugh! It was just as well. In spite of himself, Lucas swallowed hard. With every nerve in his small body now completely obsessed with guarding against that offending hand as it moved lower and lower... Lucas' breath hitched in his chest where his house-mate's hands had come to rest. And then he realized that he had barely - just barely - taken in what Xerxes had asked. Lord of heaven- "I..." he began shakily before composing himself. Lucas' visible eye narrowed dangerously, catching a lethal glint as he regarded his 'friend' in a sudden glare. "The idea," he replied tersely, "and then the action." It wouldn't hurt to know what he was required to partake in rather than jumping head-long into one of Xerxes' games. In fact, Lucas insisted. They both knew that Xerxes' ideas sometimes left him wondering whether or not the boy truly possessed any common sense. Then again, Lucas had always known Xerxes to be smarted than he let on. Well, not smarter, perhaps. But definitely more cunning. Had it been mere recklessness, the poor sap would have been sorted into Gryffindor. "Although," he raised a sceptical brow - the action bearing an uncanny resemblance to one of his father's favourite expressions. "I'm just a little concerned. We both know your cousin doesn't like me very much. How do I know you aren't just here to get me on his behalf?"

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;border-right:8px solid #eee; border-top:16px solid #eee; border-bottom:16px solid #eee;][style=float:center; background-color:#fff; color:#dedede; height:380px; font-family:arial; overflow:auto; padding:15px; text-align:justify; color:#000; font-size:10px;][style=float:left;height:100px; width:100px; border:3px solid #222; margin-right:3px; margin-bottom:-3px;][/style]Xerxes chuckled, liking the way the shorter Slytherin responded. How he should have felt bad, he knew it, he was terrible. But honestly, life was short and could be gone at any moment, so why on Earth should he feel bad? No, he was going to fucking milk this train until the very last stop, when the train was thrown into the ocean. He was going to keep playing these games until he died, and he didn’t plan on getting old. He was kind of guy who wanted to be forever young, be remembered as a teenager, instead of some fucking wrinkly bag of bones that was barely breathing. Was Lucas glaring at him? Well, honestly, Xerxes couldn’t blame him if he was, because you know, Xerxes was just a bad person, who liked doing bad things to good people. But the way that Lucas started off speaking, the way he didn’t seem to be focusing on anything but Xerxes’ touch, it excited the taller blue haired boy. Was he even listening to him? ”Oh come on, the Great Lucas Irving can’t figure it out?” Maybe Xerxes would just keep this game running in circles for an eternity. That defiantly sounded like fun, but he knew by then Lucas would have scowled and stalked out the door. He couldn’t keep it running forever. The next thing is what kind of caught Xerxes off guard. Cousin? He was talking surely about Asher, wasn’t he? Well, there was Aphrodite, but, he had a big feeling Lucas and Aphrodite would get along on some level, they were both stick in the muds. Besides, Aphrodite wouldn’t be a complete bitch to Lucas anyway, considering he was the pureblood son of the Head of House. No, Aphrodite wasn’t stupid enough for that…. Or at least, Xerxes thought she wasn’t. That’s when Lucas said, he, well then he was certainly talking about Asher. “Why on Earth would Asher want me in an abandon classroom with you, Lucas?” Asher was the one who scowled every time Xerxes touched Lucas, maybe that was enough to convince Lucas that he wasn’t here on Asher’s behalf? Lucas was one of Xerxes’ favorite toys, but Asher asked him, he might just be able to do anything for Asher. WORDS: 377 TAGS: LUCAS<3 MUSIC: headstrong-trapt NOTES: i hope this made sense. ^^" kind of rushed. .[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: auto, btable] Again, Lucas lifted his brow. He'd swallowed hard at his classmate's far-too-intimate touch and worked to maintain his composure. Xerxes' childish taunt bought him no small amount of irritation on Lucas' part. "I'm flattered that you think so highly of me Xerxes, but unfortunately, the 'great' Lucas Irving cannot foretell the future. Nor can he read minds," he told him cooly. Well, that second bit wasn't entirely true. But Xerxes didn't need to know that. Not even his father knew of his newly acquired ability. Xerxes' quick defence against Lucas' accusation did cause his suspicion to rise. Lucas' lips thinned into an uneasy line. "Asher's reasonings escape me," admittedly, they did, "but I'm well-aware that he doesn't think very highly of me. I'm also aware of how very close you are to him." He opened his eye and fished Xerxes' similarly blue orbs for the truth. He wouldn't risk invading Xerxes' mind unless it was truly necessary. God knew, Lucas didn't want to know what went on in that skull of his. "I wouldn't be surprised if he'd put you up for some half-wit prank. And from the way he'd endangered my fiancée with that prank he pulled in the prefect's bathroom, I'm hard-pressed to question his honor." Honor? Lucas would question his decency! "Regrettably, I have no desire to have myself harmed, physically or otherwise," he told him resolutely. "I don't know what I've done to make him hate me, but I'm not willing to play his games." That last statement was a little childish, but he supposed it was a good opportunity to let his confuddlement be known. After five years of animosity, even Lucas had grown tired of the French Gryffindor.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:100px; background-color:#eee;][style=margin-left:8px; background-color:#ddd; border-right: 2px dashed #ccc; height:408px;][style=margin-left:8px; background-color:#bbb; border-right:1px dotted #aaa; height:408px;][style=width:400px; height:108px; font-family:georgia; font-size:15px; color:#f1f1f1; font-weight:bold; -webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); -o-transform: rotate(-90deg); float: left; margin-left: -140px; margin-right:-200px; margin-top:150px; text-transform:lowercase;]you descended, i amended and i need it like a hole in the head, i need it like a hole in the head. you took me to the lion's den and waited for the beast to begin...[/style][/style][/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;border-right:8px solid #eee; border-top:16px solid #eee; border-bottom:16px solid #eee;][style=float:center; background-color:#fff; color:#dedede; height:380px; font-family:arial; overflow:auto; padding:15px; text-align:justify; color:#000; font-size:10px;][style=float:left;height:100px; width:100px; border:3px solid #222; margin-right:3px; margin-bottom:-3px;][/style]Xerxes sighed. Lucas didn’t seem to believe him… Not like he could really blame the boy for not trusting him… He was the cousin of the man who really wanted him dead, and Xerxes was one of his cousin’s closest friends. But still, had Xerxes ever really harmed Lucas over the years? He doubted he had, not like Xerxes could remember a majority of the times he really had a drive to talk to the fellow Slytherin, seeing as a good deal of the time he was drunk out of his mind. But then again, he figured Lucas had some self-respect and wouldn’t bother to meet him if he had been so terrible to him. ”Lucas, I said it had nothing to do with Asher, why do you not believe me?” Xerxes could feel his eyebrows nit together for a spilt moment, a scowl beginning to form on the young slytherin’s face. But as soon as he really noticed it, he made it disappear, he replaced it with smile. It wasn’t warm or welcoming; it was just a smile that was barely a tug of Xerxes’ lips. ”To Asher, Lucas you are nothing but trash. To me, well, you are something different entirely. And yes, Asher and I are fairly close, thanks for noticing.” Asher was Xerxes’ best friend, and dare he say the one he liked most in the world – not like Asher could ever feel the same about Xerxes. The blonde was draped over that fucking Li-fen like a towel. It sickened Xerxes, it really did. Asher deserved someone better than that fucking Damien, someone who wasn’t going to get him killed. Though, Lucas’ comments about Asher quickly enraged the young Greek. He didn’t let it show on his face though. ”He has more honor and more wit than anyone I could think of Lucas.” He wasn’t just going to bloody sit by and let Lucas insult his bloody cousin like that. ”Do not act all high and mighty with that honor shit anyway. Mostly men who claim to be honorable have the least amount of honor of them all. Men who say other men have honor, they are the true ones with honor.” And here Xerxes was, sounding like a bad book about adventure. Not like Xerxes did average reading mind you! Well, actually over the summer he read quite a bit but that was another story for another day. ”I will say this one last time Lucas, please understand. This meeting – why I called you has nothing to do with Asher. Asher has told me time in, and time out not to hang with you. So, why one this wondrous green Earth would Asher want me to hang out with you? He thinks I am far too good to be hanging out with an Irving, especially the one that’s the biggest stick in the mud.” His voice was soft, but serious. This time he meant to hurt Lucas’ feelings, just a tad. He really did, if it didn’t, oh well. WORDS: 504 TAGS: LUCAS<3 MUSIC: headstrong-trapt NOTES: late replies are really late. SORRY SORO. ;A;[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: auto, btable] Lucas listened passively as Xerxes attempted to convince him that this meeting hadn't been some set-up made by the Rosseau heir. It was... somewhat convincing. Adequately so, he judged, seeing as he hadn't managed to catch any hint of a lie in the boy's behaviour. At Xerxes' attempt to insult him though, Lucas only smirked; the gesture, a very keen likeness to the one his father often wore as a boy. "Alright," he told his dorm-mate. "I believe you." He was certain that Xerxes wasn't lying about his intentions but it would be a hundred years before Lucas placed his trust in him. Xerxes was a Slytherin. Not a very good one - for all the times he got caught - but a Slytherin nonetheless. And it was to one's end that one placed their confidence in a fellow Snake. Faith, perhaps. But never confidence. "So," he began almost diplomatically. "What can this stick-in-the-mud do for you today?" Just because Asher wasn't in on it didn't mean that there wouldn't be any danger involved. Knowing Xerxes, there most certainly was. It was clear enough that Lucas was eager to get started on whatever this 'grand plan' was.