<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.newsapi.com.au/image/v1/df32c538891fa5ffb3412e779b56cd3f?width=650)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ebony Rain<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong>Bronze<br/><strong>Orientation: </strong>Gay<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Mischievous<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>September 20th, 10 pm<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Shame, [Closed]<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The day had been surprisingly dull. Except for a brief encounter in the gym, and the strange ‘class’ that Julian held; he couldn’t help but feel as if his days at the school were crawling by slower and slower. He nearly groaned as he entered into his dorm-room, and though his eyes looked tired, his makeup would remain untouched. His red lips shined in the light of the dorm-- a mysterious sparkle highlighting the natural pout, and a splash of lip-liner would give him a fuller look. His skin looked dewy, not wet, but soft and fresh even in the harshest of lighting. Finally, his eyes would remain smokey-- the blue looking almost white in contrast to the smoldering appearance. As he passed by the mirror, he couldn’t help but think that it was a shame to remove it.<br/><br/>As he went to work putting his hair into a braid, and standing in front of the mirror to wipe his makeup away, his mind would slide over to the ‘extra credit’. If it was any other teacher, he would have thought that they were joking-- but, the mirrors, as well as the fleeting glances Julian gave to his students, would tell the Androgynous boy differently. Though he was thinking about ignoring the extra-credit altogether, he couldn’t help but toy with the idea of getting Shane to snuggle with him. “Why not,” he would say, and the smallest of smirks would form, as he whipped away that last bit of red from his lips.<br/><br/>He slipped into the bathroom, and before long, the entire room was covered in steam and the scent of strawberries-- it permeated the air, and would give those who entered the feeling of a warm summer night. The slightest hints of vanilla would dance inside of the scent, and by the time he was done, the entire Dorm-room would smell like a pheromone-infused bakery. After slipping on a pair of pink sleep pants, tying up his hair once more, and pulling on a shirt that belonged to his ex-- the boy would make his way back out into the main part of their room. He would lounge on Shane’s bed, and would pull out his phone to text his equally androgynous roommate.<br/><br/>With his text sent, he would move to lay on his side-- he placed his right hand underneath of his head, while his left hand rested casually on the bed. The boy would prop up his one leg up, and as he faced the door, the feminine creature would almost look like a PJ-clad pin-up girl.