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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 1, 2007 22:39:24 GMT -5
The tension in the room grew tremedously and Tristan fidgeted. For some reason Ankit didn't look happy about it. Actually he looked quiet pissed off from the way his eyes changed colors. Even though his face showed no emotion.
"I'm ok other then him forcefully kissing me and groping me...there," he said grabbing Ankit's hand. He looked down. "I won't let that Ravenclaw near me again," he said softly.
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Post by ankit on Aug 1, 2007 22:46:49 GMT -5
Ankit's eyes widened, narrowing his brows at Tristan. "He what?[/i]" he was a bit more angered at that. He wanted a cigarette now, and gritted his teeth. Though, he felt Tristan's hand grab his, and he calmed his nerves, and looked down at their hands.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 1, 2007 22:58:15 GMT -5
"It was nothing.." Tristan said finally getting up and wrapping his arms around the other boy. He had a feeling this mood of Ankit's was being fed to his other side. He'd nearly forgotten that Ankit was a werewolve. That's when the thought occured to him. Three days out of each month he wouldn't see him.
Worry flew across his face. He clenched his fist. Wasn't there any way they could be together during that time? He closed his eyes and laid his head against Ankit's chest. "It's coming isn't it?"
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Post by ankit on Aug 1, 2007 23:02:14 GMT -5
"Yeah, but he-- Tristan-- But,[/i]" Ankit was clearly flustered with his words, as he bit his lip from babbling, and making a big fool out of himself. Clenching his eyes closed, he took in a deep breath, looking down at the boy that hugged him tightly. "Yeah... in about a day or two,[/i]" he said, shakily putting his arms around Tristan in return.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 1, 2007 23:08:41 GMT -5
"I wish I could be there with you," he said softly.
"What is going on over here?!" the librarian had finally come around the corner with her hands on her hips glaring at the two boys. "Out! Shoo! I won't tolerate touchie feelie boys in my library! OUT!"
Tristan jumped back as if electricuted. He glared over at the old hag. "Yeah, yeah madam. We were just on our way out," he said. He glanced at Ankit and held out his hand.
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Post by ankit on Aug 1, 2007 23:11:34 GMT -5
Ankit sent a glare at the Librarian too, and grabbed Tristan's hand. "Damn her,[/i]" he murmured, letting Tristan lead him anywhere. He didn't have anything on his mind on where to go. Since really he'd been to this boring School since First year, and there wasn't a place he hadn't been to.
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 1, 2007 23:19:55 GMT -5
Tristan pulled Ankit out into the corridor and looked around. There was virtually no one around. He looked over his shoulder at Ankit.
"So when will I see you again?" he asked hesitantly. It was going to be a serious pain not being able to see Ankit again for a while.
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Post by ankit on Aug 1, 2007 23:23:56 GMT -5
"Well, I'll be fine until that night time. Other than that you could stay around. Though, I have my medicine for it, it barely works on those who were born with it,[/i]" Ankit said. You'd think that he would have gotten use to this stuff since he was born with it. But, he never had anyone in his life he cared about, so this was going to be a different time.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 1, 2007 23:29:22 GMT -5
Tristan sighed and nodded. "I guess that okay then," he said softly.
Snap.
It was like in slow motion. His ponytail snapped and his hair floated down his back and sides. He grimaced as the word Princess flashed through his mind. Maybe he should cut his hair or something.
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Post by ankit on Aug 1, 2007 23:35:57 GMT -5
Ankit stared down at the ribbon he used fall to the ground. "You know something? I like your hair better down,[/i]" he commented. Glancing over at Tristan's face, and at the long strands of red hair that went down his back.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 1, 2007 23:52:11 GMT -5
Shivers went down Tristan's back as Ankit looked at his hair. Don't ask why, it just did. He smiled and shook his head. "I like my hair long but it makes me look like a girl when it's down like this," he said softly.
"What's.......what is is like being a werewolve?" he asked slowly. His gaze went to Ankit's and he flinched slightly. He didn't know how he would react to that question.
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Post by ankit on Aug 1, 2007 23:56:58 GMT -5
Ankit sighed, and thought a minute. "Bad, I guess. Since what I did when I was younger. But, I can't remember anything. It's not the best thing to be, to be honest with you,[/i]" he said. God, he hated it sometimes.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 2, 2007 0:03:55 GMT -5
Tristan looked down and smiled slightly. "Everyone has something bad that has happened it their past, but that's what makes life interesting," he said shrugging. "Wonder when they'll make a cure for that anyways," he said thoughtfully. He put his arms around Ankit and kissed his neck.
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Post by ankit on Aug 2, 2007 0:07:44 GMT -5
Ankit let Tristan kiss his neck for a moment, before shamely pulling away. "Yeah, but I don't like my past. You wouldn't either, after killing your own Mother...[/i]" he just came out and said. A lump coming to his throat. The last time he had actually cried was when the People that took him in brought him back to the Forest where he was born. Other than that, he had never cried before.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 2, 2007 0:15:04 GMT -5
Killed his mother huh? Tristan looked away from him for a moment. To this day he still believed it was his fault for his brother disappearing. If he had died it would have been his fault for not stopping his parents.
"Sometimes you just can't help what happens," he said finally.
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Post by ankit on Aug 2, 2007 0:22:16 GMT -5
"I know,[/i]" Ankit said, clenching his eyes closed to hold back tears. He wasn't going to cry, no. He hugged Tristan tightly, just taking in the moment he had with him. For someone, he felt like something was going to happen. And not know what it was, he didn't like the feeling.[/sup]
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 2, 2007 0:28:10 GMT -5
A shiver went up his spine, though this time it wasn't cause by Ankit. It was like a forboding feeling. He wasn't sure what it was but it almost felt threatening. He looked up at Ankit wondering how long this good feeling was going to last.
He kissed Ankit on the lips almost as if it were for the last time. A tear slipped down his cheek unnoticed by anyone. He pulled back and smiled at him.
Something went off in his pocket. He grabbed his watch which was custom made by his uncle and looked at the time. Damn, it was a bit late and he still needed to send an owl to his father. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" he asked smiling. "Dad would kill me if I don't reply to his letter as soon as possible," he said. With one last look at Ankit he sped off down the corridor.
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Post by ankit on Aug 2, 2007 0:31:28 GMT -5
Ankit returned the kiss before Tristan pulled back. He stood there in the Corridor, and glared at thin air. Something wasn't right, and he turned around. Oh well, he'd figure out what it was sooner or later. Walking back down the Corridor, he glanced in the Library, only to get a nasty glare from the Librarian. Gosh, him and Tristan would always get some sort of glare from that lady. He shook his head, and went to the Hufflepuff Common Room.
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