<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">last post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Not new to being new.</strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=OIP.M24e7ca94b9962641501f2cdb220ce2aao0&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0&amp;w=300&amp;h=300)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Patrik Romanov<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> Silver Class<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sat, Oct 2nd, 10:05 a.m.<br/><strong>Location: </strong> Lancelot Hall<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Anxious to get to the Lab<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Sabine Genrich<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr/><br/><br/>He hadn't intended to crack open the dormitory door at that precise moment, but he was absolutely anxious to get himself to the lab as quickly as possible. He'd received an email from one of his partners that they believed they'd added one of the wrong ingredients during their alcoholic distillation mechanisms, and that could spell utter disaster as far as their term grade went on this project. What an imbecile. He'd only allowed her this one task... just this ONE, and she couldn't even do that. This was why he didn't like partners. Or, roommates for that matter. He'd been dreading said person's arrival for the larger part of the afternoon. She was a fresh face, from what he'd heard, and so she didn't even have herself established on campus long enough to know he was an absolute curmudgeon and a chore to live with, let alone incapable of holding a sarcasm free conversation. <br/><br/>But, his scorn filled words died on his lips, his expression slackening at the girl just behind the door. Sabine. THE Sabine. The girl his meddling Russian network of family had been attempting to arrange marriage with, per their antiquated traditions, since he was approximately nine years old. An age at which, most boys, still found girls repulsive, no matter their sexual preference later in life. At a loss for words, a first really... It took him a moment to fully appreciate the fact that this was a blessing in disguise. They'd been one another's beards, so to speak, during their more formative years, and he'd felt particularly awful about having lost touch with her once he began pursuing his multiple degrees and careers. <br/><br/><strong>"прости меня" (Prosti Menya)</strong> Slipping easily enough into their old form of communication, he had to shake his head to correct himself in English. <strong>"Forgive me.. I honestly didn't expect to see you... ever... let alone.. come in."</strong> Pulling his lanky form back enough to allow her passage, she'd have only been able to manage a few steps before he pulled her into the wide circle of his long arms, his lips to her neck in intimate welcome. Though, once he was there, he felt a strange surge of electricity that hadn't ever been involved in their embraces before. Then again, she also had <em>assets</em>  she didn't have before, so that could've played a large part, there. After all, he was only <em>half</em>  attracted to just men. Long fingers lingering on her lower back, he breathed her in for familiarity's sake... At least, that's what he was telling himself to keep her there, longer.<br/>[/quote]</div></div><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Not new to being new.</strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DsXYGwS.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sabine Genrich<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>Silver Class<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Sat, Oct 2nd, 10:00 a.m.<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Lancelot Hall<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>shock and awe<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Patrik Romanov<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr/><br/>Sabine had drawn breath and braced herself for who was going to be on the other side of the door but..... Patrik? "Patrik!" She unceremoniously dropped her bags. What was he doing here? Well... he had just as much issues if not more than she about their families trying to force monogamy, marriage, and mating down their throats. And while she did her best to only be a shield of his business and never really in it during their youth, she had heard rumors of who he had really fancied in high school. Had any other Russian fella from back home stepped through that door Sabine might assume that it was an attempt between her family and the school to force the issue of 'cohabitation'. But Patrik.... his stubborn wit and sharp tongue would see right through that plan and want nothing of it.<br/><br/>She let out that long held breath and giggled as he pulled her into a long hug. She had to stand on her very tip toes to even press close to the top of his chest, but she did her best to squeeze her arms around him in return. Just like old times. He kissed at the side of her neck, and perhaps it was just the comfortable relief of her presence, or the knowledge that her room would be a place of shelter just like their times together at high school had been, but she felt warmed and happy to stay right there in his arms.<br/><br/>And perhaps her well toned arches would hold her there forever but she finally did step back from him, fixing her shirt and hair in a well honed nervous habit that would be as tell-tale Sabine to him as her sharp blue eyes. "Давно не виделись!" (Davno ne videlis.) "It has been too long. I'm not glad that either of us have to spend our college years here." She of course assumed that he had been 'found out' and forced to study here despite his wishes. They had spent many a 'date night' just sitting at Rocky Point Beach waxing poetic about how wonderfully freeing it would be once they left home and got to life the lives only they wanted. She started to scoop up her belongings, her petite but well toned arms flexing as she began to bring things in to ... their room? "But if I have to be subjected to the rules of this place, I am glad to do it by your side."<br/><br/>She wasn't quite sure what to expect at their accommodations. Hopefully there were two beds, right? But one this was for sure, and she was certainly not let down in this, his room would be spotless and meticulously organized. He did remember what her old room had looked like, right?<br/>