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Post by monkeybread on Oct 27, 2009 19:42:15 GMT
Vincent sat on his bed, legs crossed, oen ipod headphone in one ear, and the other in his lap as he began to draw, Vincent had always drawn when he felt alone or some other emotion, be it rage, be it love, but somthing had inspired him, and so he began, with the song Thanks for the Memories playing he began to sketch, he didn't know what it would be it could end up a grim reaper for all he knew.
As the charcoal pencil hit the page, and the first shape was drawn, the picture already began to take from into the delicate petal of a rose, then came the stem, minutes rolled by and the rise recieved the rest of its petals, an hour flew past, and soon there was a entire basket of roses, each dark then the one beside it. Vincent held the picture out infront of him tilting his head to the side as the song Time of Dying switched on/ He noticed a slight change with each rose.
Each one had a hardly noticible word in it, one was love, another. was pain, when had he put that in
He sighed tossig the sketch book to the side he flopped down on the bed his eyes shutting as musice drummed through his ears.
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Post by jacob on Oct 27, 2009 20:11:54 GMT
A lot of gasps and laughs were issued as Jacob walked from the boys bathroom to the ravenclaw common room, why? He only had a towel on, he didn't really care either. Gaining some stares from a few girls along with some from the local ravenclaw boys. Mostly because the though how odd he was though, not out of liking him. He walked into the common room he got a few whistles along with laughs, he just smirked and carried on up to the boys dorms.
He opened the door and it slammed against the wall, Jacob still hadn't noticed the other boy. "Not my fault I'm bi." He muttered to himself, looking up seeing a boy lying on the bed. He went red with embarrassment, if that wasn't any worse, his towel fell down. He scrambled to pick up his towel, when he did, he avoided eye contact with the boy. "First Impressions." He said to the boy on the bed, walking around to his own trunk. Putting on some boxers and trousers.
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Post by monkeybread on Oct 27, 2009 20:25:41 GMT
Vincents first reaction was one of surprise, this boy was bi? He sat up as the boy flushed, the other ear phone popped out of Vincent's ear as the lyrics, he tastes like you only sweeter ended, as the towel dropped Vincent looked up at the ceiling, his own face he could feel going in a heated red. As he heared the words first impressions he smirked. Yea they suck dude, he wanted to say but he waited till he heared the rustle of clothes before he looked at the newcomer again.
Vincent's words were choked up somewhere in his throat, when he finally found some they sounded rather stupid."Nice..." it sounded like a sarcastic comment, which it kinda was, deep within it was a compliment too. Vincent stuck one of the earphones back in his ear, and watched the boy stnad there, still probably embarrased, Vincent would not say a word about him bing bi, for one reason he was too, and because he din't wnat to bring it up, for it could bring another flustering red to his face again.
He sighed looking to the side as if bored the other earphone vibrating in his hand, he had it almsot loud enough for someone standing four feet away to hear it. Somewhere within him a voice shouted that this guy was interfering with Vincent's time but Vincent ignored it for the time being. |
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Post by jacob on Oct 27, 2009 20:54:05 GMT
Jacob simply shrugged and fell on his own bed. He put his hands behind his head leaning back, letting a sigh of relaxation out. He was really quite bored, let alone that at the end of the bed, his trunk had around five books, they wanted to be opened. He paused for a minute before sitting up, placing his head in his hands. Moving his hands back through his hair, he looked toward his trunk. Standing up he sighed, walking to his trunk and picked up a book and threw it on his bed.
He sat down again and looked at the boy. "Jacob Cauldwell." He spoke looking at the boy. A warm smile and then looked back at his book, opening the cover and going to the page he needed to go too. He hesitated to look up, yet he looked over at the boy. Returning his gaze back to his book, fit. A single sigh escaped from his lips again.
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Post by monkeybread on Oct 27, 2009 21:50:36 GMT
"Vincent Lord" Vincent replied to the name, he was about to go and pick up his tossed sketch book when the boy stood up and grabbed a book, Vincent didn't catch the title, he looked down to switch to another song when he put his head back up he found the boy had been glimsping at him, what, was his initial thought, but he didn't show it.
But as Jacob distracted by his book, Vincent watched him, he seemed a bit uncomfertable, which was understandable, but Vincent refused to say anything, not quite yet, he swung off the bed, and picked up his pencil and sketch pad and flipped to a clean page, when he went to sit down he said three words that meant more then they could ever mean. "So am i."
He dropped his head as he began to sketch, and slowly a head formed on the page.
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Post by jacob on Oct 30, 2009 21:53:10 GMT
Jacob skipped through a few pages of the book, looking at some words and instantly becoming bored of it. He nodded as Vincent introduced himself the same way Jacob did. Looking at the cover of his book, transfiguration. He tilted his head to the side and went to read through the pages again. Looking at the different charms that can be used as such, occasionally looking up at Vincent.
Then he looked up at him, slightly shocked at what he said, "Your bisexual too?" or maybe he said something else to agree with him. Jacob closed his book and sat on the edge of his bed. Was he bi? or was this just to humiliate him more after his towel dropped.
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Post by monkeybread on Oct 31, 2009 13:36:16 GMT
Vincent looked up the picture not quite completed, it had a head and half a body that looked like it was holding a book. He put the notebook to the side and stood up and without even saying if he could sat next to Jacob. "Yea, so, don't feel so ashamed/" he looked off into the corner, scratching the back of his head acwardily. "Tell me are those guys still there, the ones who made fun of you?"
Vincent looked at him wondering if he wold answer, he had made a big step for himself to even say anything at all, so this was over stepping his boundry by a leap and a bound. aBut the guy had the same crap to deal with as him.
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Post by jacob on Oct 31, 2009 20:04:49 GMT
Ah, so Jacob wasn't the only bisexual in Hogwarts, there must of been more, but no boy would ever go up to another and ask if they were bisexual. It would be insane to ask someone that, so, he knew another bisexual, it didn't mean a thing, or did it? He decided to just forget it, not like things would happen.
He looked as Vincent sat down next to him, a smile spread across his lips. His gaze was taken to the doors, how would he know if those boys were still in the common room? Being a bisexual could make for some problems, especially friendships with boys who weren't. So he normally decided to be friends with girls often, rather than boys.
He shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not sure mate." He replied to Vincent. He picked his book up and threw to the end of his bed.
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Post by monkeybread on Oct 31, 2009 20:12:44 GMT
Vincent stood his wand flew into his hand from somewhere."I'll be right back okay?"
Vincent stoll out of the room looking back to see if Jacob might be getting up to follow, Vincent walked to the rooms Jacob had come from and walked in without even knocking, a few yells and towels flew, but most of the boys saw it was just some other guy. One of them asked what Vincent wanted, Vincent smirked, and flicked his wand, half the boys lifted in the in the air their towels slipping off. "How many of you were making fun of Jacob Kai just a moment ago, and if you don't anwser i'll float you around the school!
Vincent waved his wand, spinning he boys around, some on the ground became terrified, Vincent never used magic, and when he didn he used it powerfully.
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Post by jacob on Oct 31, 2009 21:44:33 GMT
Jacob wasn't sure if he should follow him or not, yet he was drawn to his feet as he followed Vincent out of the boys dorms, down through the common room. Where was he going? Then he knew, he was going to were the boys once were, or still would be. Jacob wasn't sure if he should still follow, he didn't want the taunting to begin again.
He walked in following Vincent, sightly surprised at what he did. He never knew someone he just knew would do something like that for him. He smirked as the boys flew into the air, although their towels falling off really did put Jacob off a bit.
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Post by monkeybread on Oct 31, 2009 21:50:44 GMT
Vincent turned to see Jacob standing there, so he had followed him, good, Vincent flicked his wand, and already walking out he locked his arm with Jacob yanking him out, as he did all the boys in the air dropped, hard onto the ground, screeches of agony rattled the hall."Lets get back... Vincent said softly still tugging hte boy along.
He when they got back in the room he finally noticed that he had locked arms with the boy, he acwakdily pulled his arm out and stood there looking somewhere else, the blush on his face very light but it was there, he didn't notice his notebook slipping of his bed, the picture of the figure holding the book showing to the world.
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Post by jacob on Nov 1, 2009 14:25:43 GMT
As the boys fell onto the floor, Jacob could feel their pain. That must of hurt, landing on the floor some of them reached for their towels. Such a wise move too, Jacob snickered slightly. He looked as Vincent as he moved his arm through his.
Slightly confused, he followed Vincent out of the bathrooms, walking with him back to the boys dorm. Hardly anyone was around to see, so it was alright. Vincent let go of his arm, looking slightly embarrassed.
Jacob shrugged. "Thanks for that Vincent." He said, sitting down on his bed. He looked as the sketch book appeared, Jacob looked at it, seeing a boy with a book. "Who is that, in the picture?" He asked.
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Post by monkeybread on Nov 1, 2009 22:36:22 GMT
Vincent looked at the notebook Jacob had picked up and blushed again, why was this so ackward anyhow? Normally he would have kicked the guy out and shut the door in his face, but no, for once he was okay.
"Its..you...i..didn't finish it though..i draw the first thing that comes to mind." He sat down taking the notbook gently from Jacob and looked at it, he hadn't finished it, the peeking eyes and quirky lips were missing. He grabbed the pencil and drew them in, he looked to the side looking at Jacob, he erased somthing and drew it again. Somthing wasn't right, what was it. His eyes narrowed.
Vincent placed the pencil down and moved his hands to Jacob's face moving it around, without asking of course. Then he stopped, keeping it in a position. He let his right hand drop and he took the pencil and drew again, keeping his left hand on Jacob's face so he wouldn't move it.
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Post by jacob on Nov 2, 2009 18:14:44 GMT
Jacob was shocked, someone he hardly knew had drawn a picture of him. He looked at the picture, it was very good too, no one ever had decide to draw him. Vincent had taken the book from him and continued to draw Jacob. "It is a very good drawing Vincent." He said complimenting his artist skills, allowing him to draw him. Jacob sat there leaning forward a bit, maybe this could be a new friendship, or maybe something more than that.
He looked at the floor for a moment before he felt Vincents hands upon his face, Jacob looked up and went a slight red color. No one had ever done this before, yet he decided to allow him to do so. He fiddled with his thumbs for a moment before Vincent went back to drawing. Jacob couldn't see the drawing well, "What you drawing on now?" He asked looking at him, wondering what he was going to add on.
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Post by monkeybread on Nov 2, 2009 18:24:12 GMT
Vincent paused as Jacob asked the question about his drawing, there were three ways he could answer that, one just go ahead and tell him, show him the pciture himself or, example, the thought of the example brought a fresh red tint to Vincent's face. He tooks his pencil off the paper and tapped Jacob's lips with it, then dropped back to drawing.
He looked at him from the corner of his eyes, wondering if that had gotten the sligthy ackward message across.whats was that?, Shia asked mentally. Vincent ignored him this would not be the time to let him get control. He continued to draw, trying to ignore the numbing feeling, whatever it was it was bugging him, Jacob was awfully close, that didn't help, finally done, Vincent put his pencil down and examined the picture, it looked right.
He looked at Jacob, a slight smirk on his face. "I guess its okay, not as good a sthe original." Vincent didn't realize what he said until it came out of his mouth, he looked away blushing again,craaaap, Shia laughed within him.nice move..
The corner of Vincent's mouth twitched as he searched for somthing to say. Somthing anything to close the stupid silence that was forming. [/size] |
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