[Maybe you'd assume that they'd run in similar circles, these boys tangled up in dreams and magic. But they don't. Adrian looks like just another riche douchebag asshole, on the surface. He's charming in a way that doesn't ask for anything, makes it easy for him to exist as furniture in the background of other peoples' lives. Just another faceless boy in uniform.
He shared a few classes with Ronan over the years, brushed past each other but they never talked much, even freshman year.
But now there's this: both of them sitting on the bench outside the Headmaster's office with red knuckles. Different classes, different fights, but the set of their jaw and the way they both refuse to look cowed or apologetic is in parallel.
Aidan is different; all strangely alive in a way he rarely allows himself, almost glowing in his fury. He's all jitters on his skin, his eyes glassy but not numb. It's not enough- he wants to punch a wall until he sees which of them gives first. He needs- he doesn't know. Usually Elijah's around when he gets like this. Usually Elijah stops him before he gets like this.
The light above them keeps flickering, like it keeps pace to his wild heartbeat. He grimaces slightly, dragging fingers against the red marks on his knuckles that'll be bruises, later. His brother was going to be pissed, his father was going to be disappointed.
just a small thing :3
He shared a few classes with Ronan over the years, brushed past each other but they never talked much, even freshman year.
But now there's this: both of them sitting on the bench outside the Headmaster's office with red knuckles. Different classes, different fights, but the set of their jaw and the way they both refuse to look cowed or apologetic is in parallel.
Aidan is different; all strangely alive in a way he rarely allows himself, almost glowing in his fury. He's all jitters on his skin, his eyes glassy but not numb. It's not enough- he wants to punch a wall until he sees which of them gives first. He needs- he doesn't know. Usually Elijah's around when he gets like this. Usually Elijah stops him before he gets like this.
The light above them keeps flickering, like it keeps pace to his wild heartbeat. He grimaces slightly, dragging fingers against the red marks on his knuckles that'll be bruises, later. His brother was going to be pissed, his father was going to be disappointed.
But Aidan still wasn't sorry.]