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Damian Luv
Front entrance of the School
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Damian could see that the older boy was nervous, troubled perhaps by the goths appearance or behaviour though the boy saw the way that Jack’s eyes slid over him as if he couldn’t see him and the black haired boy realized that he was, in fact, being checked out by his match and he felt the heat rise to his face. It could have been anger that flashed in his eyes, or annoyance, but there was definitely embarrassment attached to whatever it was that had crossed his gaze and he looked away even though he was trying not to look at Jack. He had noticed first thing that the black shirt he wore was tight against his body, showing off the toned muscle of his torso and the strength in his arms, all the way down to where his jeans touched his hips. Damian on the other hand wasn’t dressed quite like that, with his low rise jeans showing part of his hips though his sweater hid them unless he reached up. As Jack looked away from him, grinning in excitement with a twinge of nervousness, Damian couldn’t help but to sneak a look at the smoking hot man he had been matched with a marvel again at how lucky he was to have gotten his crush for a match.

He wouldn’t admit it aloud but he had been crushing on Jack for a year now, always too afraid to say anything to the man and had instead gone to the pool while he was at practice on Saturdays and made it a point to be at the swim meets as part of the cheering crowd from their school. His gaze slid down the man’s body until it touched the ground and there it remained until Jack mentioned the café again and the male responded first with a light nod and then he opened his mouth to speak. He parted his lips slightly at first, his tongue snaking out to lick the suddenly very dry skin and he breathed in a little heavier than he had been the whole time while he attempted to regain his composure and resisting the urge to burst out and tell Jack how attractive he really was to Damian. [color=bc8dbf]“Yeah. Café sounds good. I could use a good frapichino.“[/color] He said turning and starting off toward the café.

He seriously needed to calm down and a good drink should help him do that if he’s careful. With a sigh he rubbed a hand along his neck, flicking his hair out from under the collar that was tight around his neck and exposing the tattoo on his neck more, the ink dark and striking against his pale skin. When he moved his hand though, his dark hair flopped back over his neck and he looked back over his shoulder at his match with a smile. [color=bc8dbf]“Are you coming?”[/color]
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Jack usually was not the type to just check someone else out this way, since he liked to think that he was at least a bit of a gentleman. He was the type for flowers and candle light dinners more than drinking and partying. Part of him figured that Damien was not the type to go out drinking like a madman. That was worth more to Jack than any kind of looks. Even though Damien did have a lot when it came to looks. Jack could just tell by the way he moved that Damien had a great body. Jack was not the type of guy who wanted a musclebound fellow. He could also tell by the way that Damien dressed that he did not like to show off his body. Everything seemed to fit him very loosely which to some might be a good thing. It really allowed Jack to imagine what the goth boy looked like under all those clothes. 

Jack was not against the goth look. He did not want seem like he was an ass who only cared about looks. If anything he liked this look on Damien. It was all him and Jack had to respect that if that was how he liked to look it was his own thing. Jack respected anyone who marched to their own beat and Damien definitely did that. Jack had a memory of seeing Damien in the crowd of his swim meets a few times. He had never thought anything of it other than maybe just maybe he liked swimming. Part of him had a theory that Damien had been going to see one of the swimmers and know he thought that it might have been him.

"Alright! I could always use a coffee or something strong. I'm boring but I like my coffee black. It's the only thing I know how to cook by myself." He admitted scratching the back of his head. He liked romantic dinners but he couldn't cook them to save his life. There was a another thing that he turned him on was a tattoo. He wanted to know more about that hidden tattoo on Damien's neck.  "So what is the story with that tattoo? I would never be able to get one but I have always liked them." He asked as they walked. As quickly as he could he grabbed Damien's hand with his own and interlocked his fingers with Damien's as they walked.

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[color=lightblue]Eliza Brindelwood[/color]
The Garden

She saw him look at her ears and she flushed a bright pink. She quickly sat down on the bend next to him and smiled softly, staring down at her hands. "You're lucky... At least you don't have to live in fear of seeing your parents," she murmured quietly. She took a deep breath and began, "In the village where I lived, there are many different species. I'm sure that you know that now after seeing me." She tucked a strand of brown back behind her ear and wiggled them, showing off the points. "Well, life there is amazing. There's just one simple rule: you cannot breed two different species together." 

She lifted a shaking hand to drew the flower out from behind her hair. She stared down at its white beauty and started up again. "My father met my mother on one of his hikes through the woods. They fell in love almost immediately and were married within three months. No one frowned upon that, as long as they didn't mate, as the leaders of the village would say. They tried very hard not to, but elf bodies are an unusual thing." She smiled carefully, twisting the flower in her hands. "My mother became pregnant with me. Out of fear for their lives, they hid away in my father's mountain home and stayed there for a very long time. I was born nine months later, but people then were already getting suspicious. So, my father and mother went back down and kept me hidden from the town."

Eliza's hands were trembling hard and as she continued to tell the story, the twisted the flower around in her hand, ripping one of the petals. "I stayed hidden for fourteen years until someone caught word of a creature like me. You see, funny thing is, secrets don't stay hidden for very long, especially with many different species around. So, when my father found out that others knew about me, he sent me here." She gestured around them, making sure he knew it was the academy. "He wanted me to find my happiness here." A lone tear streamed down her face and she sniffed. "But how can I be happy without a family? I can't even have a family of my own." She pressed a palm to her lower stomach and took a deep, shuddering breath before looking over at Oliver. She gave him a watery smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to depress you."

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Oliver looked  over at her when she talked about being in fear of his own parents. Heck Oliver use to think that he was afraid of his father when he started to drink. He was afraid of the man whenever he so much as touched a bottle of anything fermented. Before he left for the school, he had hidden all the bottles in an attempt to try and make the guy clean himself up. After his wife had died he had changed from a decent man to an angry drunk. He went from a cop to a heavy alcoholic. It was the main reason that Oliver refused to even look at any kind of beer or anything that was close to giving anyone a buzz. His story was surprisingly similar to what she was saying. Course his father had never tried to kill him and when he was sober he was still a great guy.

Oliver quickly grabbed her hands when he saw them shaking. He hated seeing anyone like this at all. He slowly brushed that tear away, his face mirroring her own. "I may not be the brightest of all guys on this earth. Sure I have been hit too many times on the head but that doesn't mean I am not all that dumb. One thing I know is that your family need not be blood to be a family." He said looking extremely sad. " I am okay. I do not get all that depressed no matter the reason. I understand why you are like this. Heck I would be like that too. Also I get to learn about the real you." He said softly. He had no idea what to say after something like that.