A tale to be told.

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we'll never be royals it don't run in our blood

It's a little past midnight when Dominic suddenly jolts upright. His eyes are wide open and slightly bloodshot, his breathing irregular and distorted. Dominic blinks a couple of times before he inhales deeply only to let it go again a few seconds later. A loud rattling sound to his left snatches his attention away from his disgruntled body towards the sole window pane in the room, which seemed to have given way to the storm that is raging outside. Dominic sighs, finally relaxing a little. Somebody is probably going to nag about it tomorrow morning. Dominic can almost here Bluebonnet's words bellowing through the room; 'I thought we already told you that you are to keep your window closed during bad weather'. To hell with that. As someone who was used to sleeping under the stars all his life this was quite the turnover. How can there be no fresh air, no nature sounds to hear? Dominic's honey golden eyes find their way onto his room mate, sleeping soundly. He couldn't help but wonder how they managed to do it, but at the same time knew that it was just a matter of time before he too, could sleep in an entire sealed off room.

Dominic slides out of his bed, quickly hurries over to the window and assesses the situation. A few hours earlier the window was still in perfect form yet it was now hanging loose on its left side. As silent as possible he picks up the lopsided windowpane and puts it back in its original place, allotting his candlelight holder in front of it to keep it from falling down again. Dominic stares into the deep ocean of black that is outside. It seems that the storm still hadn't calmed down and was still claiming organic victims in the courtyard. The wind feels angry as it hits the window howling, trying to pry it free of its hinges. After its fruitless attempt it let's go briefly, circling around the courtyard, whipping up a small cyclone with the last remainders of autumn. In an orange-grey mixture of colours it pulls away again, letting go its leafy followers only to crash into the window again. The windowpane sings a sorrowful song as the wind's force scratches at its surface again. Dominic tentatively reaches out for the wood, unsure if the cracked wood would be able to hold it this time but drops his hand again when it does. Sudden rain slashes against the window glass, scattering droplets all over the glass; limiting Dominic's vision. Such a vast difference from yesterday's weather, Dominic concludes.

Before night fell the sky had been clear, blue even, with little broccoli shaped clouds just hanging about. The sunlight had come gushing through the bare oaken tree branches, dappling the courtyard in an orange-yellow sheen that lasted all day. Dominic had spent most of his afternoon there reading comic books, all the while listening to the soft winter-like fiddle the wind played on its invisible instrument. The thunderclouds must have come rolling in while he was having dinner, Dominic assumes.

Dominic steps away from the windowpane, trusting his own layman solution to do its job until tomorrow morning. He snatches a dark blue sweatshirt off of the ground and pulls it over his head, tiptoeing to the door and exiting through it. Dominic shivers as he shuffles across the cold marble floor, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his sweatshirt. He quickly pads through the hallway, quietly slipping into the kitchen on his right. Dominic flips the light switch and pulls the hood of his sweatshirt over his curly golden hair. He scours the room for the fridge and, once found, robs it off it's chocolate milk. Just when he was about to reach for a cup inside the cupboard, a sound behind him catches him off guard resulting into a slip of his fingers and the cup shattering across the floor. "Shit" Things never slip through his fingers, was this just a case of bad luck? Dominic immediately kneels to the ground, his hands scouring the floor for the porcelain bits and pieces. "Well don't just stand there, help me out." are Dominic's words towards the person standing in the doorway. It was his footsteps that startled Dominic which had resulted into the cup falling. That makes him responsible... Well kind of. Dominic's honey golden eyes quickly glance up at him where he finds a blond short haired prince with dark chocolate eyes and glasses, staring back at him.

[For Frerin]

「リトルパレード」

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we'll never be royals it don't run in our blood

Dominic's slender fingers trace the ashen coloured floor in search of the last splinters that had chipped off of the white cup. You would think the white porcelain would practically light up, like a torch shining in the dark, contrasting to its dark backdrop. Wistfully, the smaller the pieces became, the more invisible these bitches were, which lead to Dominic's fingers being cut all over the place. Being Rephaite, a species different as- yet native to the human species, Dominic's blood isn't your usual crimson red but an alien green which radiates softly. Gifted humans who know of the Rephaite call it ectoplasm, a slightly poor choice of name, in Dominic's humble opinion. The ungifted seem afraid of it, they think it is what they think is alien blood, bogus of course. It is the result of a rephaite being reckless by splattering its blood everywhere. Anyway, back to Dominic's current predicament, who is currently trying to hide his blood by rubbing it off on his dark grey sweatpants.

Dominic's eyes are already showing signs of 'hunger' as their usual honey-golden colour has gradually changed to a more deep amber blotted by moss green specks. He would feed on someone tomorrow, now was not the time, although- Dominic cautiously glances at the bespectacled blond and smiles slightly, he dóes owe him a little... Dominic refuses the thought and welcomes the other's help by scooting over a bit. He mutters a small apology under his breath causing Dominic to simply smile in silence. "Is that so? I've never heard of something like that." It's true, Dominic didn't know of human myths and legends and as such he didn't know if the guy in front of him was making a fool of him or not. Dominic cocks his head slightly staring into the smouldering brown coals that are his eyes, set underneath his thick yet trimmed dark eyebrows. Dominic now looks at the white shards in his hands in a softer manner and chuckles softly. "Then maybe I should thank you instead of scolding you." is what Dominic mutters under his breath. Dominic shifts his weight slightly when he realizes he said that out loud, and unsure if the blond heard or not, he ends up clearing his throat; slightly embarrassed by it all.

The blond suddenly jumps up and starts scraping back his words. Dominic, alarmed by the blond's sudden change in pitch, looks over to see that the guy's hand is now bleeding; quite badly at that. He watches the blond stalk past him towards the sink where he starts cooling his hand. Dominic is quite worried about this human, will he be alright? It takes more to knock the living daylight out of someone right? Dominic, unable to contain his curiosity, gets up and goes to stand next to him. It was really like they said; a crimson red that vanishes in water. It is quite a pretty scene actually, much less 'alien' than his own blood colour. Without any consent Dominic reaches for the palm of the guy's hand and traces the wound with the tip of his finger. It felt squishy and swollen yet thin and liquidy. There he was, prodding somebody else's wound. To mask his sudden breach of privacy he furrows his perfectly trimmed sand coloured eyebrows. "Are you okay? It looks quite deep." he comments, eyeing only the blood gushing out of the cut across his hand. Dominic swiftly moves through the kitchen, grabbing the first aid kit from the top shelf and dragging it with him back to the blond. Dominic flashes a quick smile. "May i?" He asks, while offering him his left hand, holding some disinfectant in his right. "I was... trying... to have some hot chocolate." is Dominic's honest answer. "And I will continue my endeavours after I've patched you up" he says flashing a bright smile at him. "Would you like some as well?" He asks in advance, his eyes now the colour of a forest lingering in the other's. He was trying... trying to make a much needed friend here.

If he was allowed: He gently takes the other's hand, holding his palm between his thumb and index finger, studying his gash. Out of the blue he pours a few drops on the wound. He doesn't know anything about the human body, so if it stung, Dominic definitely wasn't aware. He assesses the gash again, letting his palm go leaving it to hang there in the open. Dominic turns sideways to grab the scissors and bandage. Dominic carefully estimates the needed length and snips off the excess material. Dominic slowly and a little cautiously wraps the bandage around the palm of the blond's hand. As Dominic couldn't find anything to secure the bandage with he just braids it together into an intricate weaving. "How's this?" he asks, studying his own entanglement, an inkling of proud hidden in his voice.

After he was or wasn't allowed to do so...
"And what were you up to, at this hour?" he asks the blond in return flashing a brief smile. "Ah, and I guess that's all of the pieces, thanks pal". Dominic crosses his arms, slanted against the sand coloured kitchen counter, staring at him. He suddenly jolts to life however as he suddenly remembers "I don't believe we have exchanged names before; I am called Dominic." Is what Dominic says, unaware that his choice of words is slightly well, inhuman.

[agugugguugu. Good job, good job. You did well my young smut writer, you did well. Hear this from the hentaiapplemaster >D
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