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[devilofaboy]

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just a small thing :3

[brokengold]

[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.

But Aidan still wasn't sorry.]

[devilofaboy]

[Ronan was never sorry about getting into fights. If he was, he'd spend most of his life feeling sorry. He didn't have time for that. Besides, he liked to think that most of the time the boys he fought deserved to be punched. And to be fair, they usually had it coming. A snide comment about his mom, just a look when he was in a bad mood.

He looked over at the other boy on the bench, looking him over for a moment. He could tell they were here for the same thing; they'd both gotten into a fight. Sometimes, Ronan wished they'd just expel him for fighting. Gansey would hate it, though.

Leaning back, he worked a kink out of his neck with an audible crack.]

Is this your first offense?

[He didn't remember seeing him being sent to the Headmaster's before, though he could have been wrong.]

[brokengold]

[Aidan was absolutely of the opinion that the boy he'd fought deserved to be punched. He rather thought he deserved more than just a black eye and a split lip and a smattering of bruises. One moment he'd been ease and charm and then it faded into something else. Stormy eyes and a sharp smile on his mouth- and he'd decked him in the face. The Aglionby boys always seemed surprised by the fury that lurked under his skin.

He looked over sharply at the crack of the other boy's neck. He didn't need to see it written in the boy's skin to tell that Ronan Lynch had been in a fight. But he looks anyway. Aidan brushes a hand through his hair, straightens his tie and tries to even his heartbeat. He didn't want to go into the Headmaster's office looking like he'd enjoyed it.

He can't help a bit of a laugh at the question, and his mouth briefly looks almost cruel. He's a wound cut open, and he hasn't managed to stitch himself back together.]

First time this year.

[Which was an important distinction. It meant they probably wouldn't do too much about it. Slap him on the wrist and mutter something about how boys will be boys. It was a dangerous line though, as Aidan's father was not rich enough to bribe school officials if it came down to it. And these sorts of things never really vanished from your record. But he had excellent attendance, did well academically, and his brother was part of the faculty. Yes, so occasionally he snapped and punched someone. It was hardly the worst offense committed on Aglionby's school grounds.

Aidan shakes his head, tipping it back to lean against the wall, though he resists the urge to put force behind him.]

--I still want to break something.

[It's almost a confession.]

[devilofaboy]

[The other boy reminded Ronan a lot of himself, though he couldn't say why. There was something about the way he laughed, the way he said he still wanted to break something. Ronan lived with that feeling almost all of the time. Either he was angry and wanted to break something or he loved something so much he wanted to break things. It all seemed to circle back around to violence.]

Man. [For a moment, that was all he said. Then he followed it up with;] I know the feeling.

[It was like the feeling had gotten under his skin and lived there now. Like it belonged. But it wasn't comfortable. It wasn't-- he couldn't put his finger on what it was or wasn't. It was just nebulous and there.]

If you figure out how to make that go away, let me know.

[His tone was flat but it was semi a joke. The only way he'd found to deal with it was racing, really. And sometimes even that didn't work.]