Post by Brett on Oct 21, 2011 16:36:59 GMT -1
When I was young...
Part 1:
Felkin University; named for the celebrated loremaster and librarian turned nosfera, Melaus Felkin, was where devils of considerable intelligence went to achieve a greater education in the foundations and histories of the universe on a whole. That said it was also where at seventeen the children of the emperor were sent to receive their education to prepare them for lives as royalty, but not all of Krell's children had any desire for the responsibility and demands being royalty placed upon them.
Since his mother's death Isaan had had little interest in immortal politics, nor in his heritage as a whole. At seventeen he had been shipped off to the Felkin university, where he kept mainly to himself with the exception of the company of his closest and oldest friend, Lancera. Lance and Isaan were polar opposites, from Isaan's pale skin while Lance was more tan, to Lance's interest in his studies while Isaan neglected his own constantly. Isaan was always falling asleep in lectures, missing study groups and barely scraping grades.
"Prince Isaan!" Professor Silvain yelled, "Just because you are royalty, does not mean you can sleep during my lectures!"
Lance cringed as Isaan opened one purple eye and stared down at the professor, an older looking man who had come from mortal heritage and ascended - he was from the planet Highland and thus had a strong celtic inflection to his accent, which to some actually made him sound more terrifying. Isaan immediately closed the eye again and didn't make any motion to answer the man, Silvain looked increasingly angry but the lecture was at an end so at least he could get Isaan out of his room.
"Alright, essays in for next friday." he said, grumbling under his breath. "That includes you, mister A'vron."
"Assuming my sister doesn't burn it again," Isaan replied boredly.
Standing up he shoved his hands in his pockets and started out of the room before anyone else could even pack their things away. For a prince, Isaan certainly did not look princely, his uniform was irons and certainly washed but he always wore the top two buttons undone, never tucked his shirt in or wore his blazer and the knot of his tie hung halfway down his chest rather than at his neck. He also wore a myriad of different pendants, baring different religious symbols pertaining to the Underworld, nobody usually asked him about why and he didn't talk about.
Lance got up after Isaan and followed him once his things were packed away again, practically jumping the stairs down to the ground floor so he could rush out of the room after the red haired boy. He found Isaan not near their next lecture but outside, laid out in the grass with his arms behind his head as a pillow, his short red hair scruffy as always it matched his general lack of care for everything. Lance loomed over him with his arms crossed, eventually kicking him in the side firmly but not hard enouh by any measure to hurt him.
"We're not done for the day," Lance said sternly.
"I'm taking the next one off," Isaan replied carelessly.
"You're not going to get anywhere doing that."
"That makes the assumption I want to get somewhere."
Silence followed as Lance looked increasingly annoyed, eventually he turned to leave with a firm huff.
"Aren't you staying?" Isaan asked, opening one eye to peer at him.
"No."
"Aw come on, it'll be boring without someone to talk to."
"I care about my future."
"You're also ahead of most of the class, take one off."
Lance gave a sigh of defeat and turned around, dropping his school bag and sitting down next to Isaan, looking even more annoyed by the second.
"Fine." he said, looking at Isaan. "What are we going to do then?"
"Do?" Isaan asked, opening both eyes now.
"Well if we're going to bunk off then we might as well do something fun?" Lance stared down at Isaan.
"Like what?"
"I don't know."
"Think of something then!"
"Like?"
"Surprise me."
Isaan closed his eyes and laughed, Lance had never been good at coming up with something fun to do, the pair had been best friends since children and it was definitely always Isaan who came up with the adventurous ordeals they found themselves in. Lance had fallen utterly silent, apparently thinking up something for them to do, Isaan became impatient and clicked his tongue in his cheek irritably.
"Come on!" he exclaimed, "It can't take that lo-"
Lance suddenly put both of his hands either side of Isaan's shoulders, leaning down over him and pressing their lips together in a long, tender kiss. Isaan's eyes had flown open in surprise, one hand reaching and grabbing the back of Lance's blazer firmly, taking his time but eventually returning the long kiss. Isaan put his other hand on Lance's back, drawing the other boy closer to him and leaning his head up, kissing him more deeply and giving off a faint moan of excitement as he gave away his first kiss.
"Surprise?" Lance said sheepishly, leaning out of the kiss and looking down into Isaan's eyes.
"What... was all that about?" Isaan asked, chuckling nervously but trying to keep his cool.
"Well," Lance began, trying to find the words. "I... like you and you're very cute?"
"Cute? Like? Bloody hell, Lance, that was weak man!"
"You try admitting this kind of thing to your best friend!"
"Oh, is that a challenge?!" Isaan exclaimed, a wicked grin spreading. "Because I'll admit the crap out of this bad boy!"
"Wow, you really will take anything as a challenge won't you?" Lance laughed, shaking his head.
"Mmhm. Shut up."
Isaan suddenly shoved Lance backwards and pulled himself up, leaning over him instead now Lance became flustered, about to make some sort of remark but unable to as Isaan's lips covered his mouth. The kiss this time was passionate, heated and longing as their bodies pushed together, hands gripping at one another's uniforms and had they not been in a place others could possibly see them they might well have begun to remove clothing. Gripping him by the scruff of his blazer Isaan suddenly yanked Lance to his feet, smirking at him with his purple eyes filled with desire.
"My manor." he said, breathless with passion and yearning. "Now."
"Yes, my prince." Lance crooned seductively.