<strong>Name:</strong><strong>"Prince" Reign Uziel Yazarael</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The DWMA Roof<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Zetsuga & Koromi<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/1369/4dyd.jpg)</div>Such hostility met him as soon as the two students opened their mouths. It was clear that their disdain for him was deeply embedded. He wondered what he could have possibly done in the past to deserve such a brutal verbal assault. Were they honestly so put off based on the way he dressed? It made his smile widened, and he had to laugh a bit at the thought. He thought he dressed rather nicely, but alas, one can never hope to satisfy everyone in the world.<strong>"Well it seems no matter how hard I try I still manage to make enemies out of friends. How tragic."</strong>It was clear that he obviously didn't care what the two of them thought, which was probably the reason why they had such a terrible taste for him.<br/><br/>Reign folded his arms across his chest and focused in on the two. Zetsuga was known among the staff to have a bit of a mouth on him. He was a bastard in more ways then one, that was obvious. But this new person, he spoke with such uncaring annoyance. It was a mix of supporting his new partner and a hint of something else. Sleep deprivation maybe? Such an attitude was common among soldiers when out on the field for extended periods of time. Reign was sure that had to be it. Only sleep-deprived fools ever spoke to him with such malice. Again, another smile at the thought. What was there a Prince to do? Haters gonna hate, he supposed.<strong>"Well then, regardless of how you feel about me, rules are rules."</strong>He focused his attention on Koromi as he continued.<strong>"I'm deeply disappointed that he hadn't gotten a chance to get to know each other before you decided to hate me, but I trust in your animistic instincts. I'm sure they haven't steered you wrong up to this point. I hope you have a wonderful time here at the academy and find whatever it is that you're looking to gain here."</strong><br/><br/>The sincerity was there, but the look on his face seemed borderline sarcastic. No it was more of a challenging look rather than sarcasm. He turned away from the two and began to walk back into the building before stopping at the threshold.<strong>"Oh, and by the way, for every second you spend still on this roof after I leave, I will remove sixteen souls from your count. I hope you two have a good night, and I'll see you in class on Monday."</strong>And with that, he effectively exited the roof top and shut the door behind himself. Children these days. No respect for their elders or authority. Oh well. There will always be people in the world who love you, and always people who love to hate you. Regardless, Reign would continue to live on with his smiling face as he watches all who cross him burn to ash before his feet.<br/><br/>It's good to be the prince.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Adell Zephyros</strong>(Color =<strong>Bolded Red</strong>)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Eleanor's Apartment<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Eleanor Byrd Rose<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/3d7aebe92db19ffbe63200d2c27c9107/http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn249/ExSoldier-Of-Death/Adell1.png)</div>Adell thought to himself,<em><strong>~This is crazy. I'm being way too forward and this is so unlike me. I need to apologize.~</strong></em>But just as soon as he went to draw himself away, he felt the softest pair of lips gently press against his, and his heart almost exploded into mush. His eyes widened in sheer surprise from the sudden rush of emotion and his nerves went completely haywire. People say you were suppose to feel fireworks during a passionate kiss, but Adell felt like his entire body was a neutron bomb that just exploded into a cloud of cool ecstasy and euphoric mist. He found that his eyes grew heavy before closing completely, and he returned the girl's kiss by pressing his lips firmly against hers.<br/><br/>This feeling was... so different than all others. It was so intense; like a physical presence, yet intangible like the free-flowing wind. Kissing Eleanor was like sitting under the midnight sky looking up at the full moon, and trying to understand these powerful feelings was like trying to reach up to the stars and take a piece of the sky for yourself. Still, futility he tried to grasp understanding of these new feelings. He felt so close, yet so far away all at the same time. It was then that he realized, like the small child reaching for the moon, something like this was not meant for mortal comprehension. Something like this was not destined to be held in one's hand. It was a mystery: beauty in its purest form, that should never be fully understood. It only existed so that those who witnessed it's majesty could enjoy with silent awe: this mysterious wonder.<br/><br/>As quickly as it begun, it ended with the girl pulling her lips from his. His eyes slowly fluttered open to see her embarrassed expression. She spoke apologetically, but it was as if he'd just awoken from a five-year slumber. He heard nothing more than inaudible muffles as he stared at the girl's lips. The taste remained present on his. Her taste. The taste of Eleanor's very soul. She finally stopped talking, and her magical lips fell still. She lowered her head for a moment, taking those beautiful lips away from his sight. He stared helplessly, awaiting for her to return her gaze to him, and as if she somehow felt his energy calling her, she lifted her head up again. Her face was flush, which only brought out the royal blue of her shimmering starlit eyes.<br/><br/>Adell took the girl by the back of the neck with his free left hand, and gently held her in place as he pressed his lips against hers once more. He wanted to recapture the same sensation as before, but what he got instead was something completely different. There was static upon contact with her lips. It was like twinges of lightning sparking from her lips and electrocuting his own. There was such a combination of pleasure and pain from this static he didn't know what to make of it, but he didn't care. If it hurt, it hurt so good, and if it was pleasure, he wanted to drown himself in it.<br/><br/>Yes,<br/><br/>he wanted to drown himself in this girl's essence. He wanted to feel every bit of passion that oozed from her body and spilled into their kiss. He loved this feeling, more than anything he'd ever experienced before. He felt so empowered; twice that in which he felt when the two first bonded. It was also just as overwhelming. His mind was clouded and his senses were dulled, but he couldn't bare the thought of ending such an intimate moment. He wanted to stay like this forever. He wanted to share this kiss with Eleanor forever, but forever seemed so short in this very moment, and he knew that it would soon come to an end.<br/><br/>He pulled away from her lips, slowly, yet his hand still held her in place. His deep eyes opened and he looked at the girl before him. At first, there was nothing more than a blank expression on Adell's face, but it soon transformed itself into a kind smile. He was so worried about trying to play the gentleman that he was denying his heart what it truly wanted. He was denying Eleanor of something that<em>she</em>truly wanted. If he was to be a true gentleman, he would recognize her wants, her needs, her desires, and provide her with them upon request. He liked that idea, and it brought forth that confident smirk that he always kept handy.<br/><br/><strong>"It's a shame... we worked so hard on dinner, but there's no way anything could taste better than you."</strong>For once he wasn't trying to compensate for being nervous. His words were true. He wasn't hungry anymore. Not unless he was having Eleanor for dinner, instead.<em>That</em>, he thought to himself, would definitely have to wait until the next date.