[COLOR=GRAY][INDENT][INDENT]In his time at Pacific Royal, Cassander Charon had been in more than his fair share of fights. Some of the faculty saw him as a troubled youth, while others saw a history of abuse leading to poor coping skills and an unhealthy need to leap before he looked.

Aiden had introduced Cass to boxing during his time at Pacific Royal and a couple rounds with the sandbag was exactly was Cass needed to work out some of his emotions after watching not only his sister and cousin, but also Aurora be put through the wringer this week. 

Cassander had never really seen what Lorcán had saw in Aurora, at least not the way he had been so hung up on the girl for the last seven years. But having gotten to know her, to talk to her, Cassander finally got it. She had a great smile, a calming presence, her hair smelled amazing.

He struck the punching bag even harder, fighting back the thoughts. He was going to the dance with Harper. Harper was a lot of fun, she had held her own in snark to snark combat, but she seemed different after the trial. Or maybe it was Cass himself, trying to treat Harper like some kind of girlfriend instead of someone he was hoping to get to know to explore the possibility of romance. 

Spacing his wrapped fingers, Cassander focused his abilities and created a small orb in each of the gaps before pulling his arm back and striking again. A shockwave erupted from the strike, staggering Cass backwards as a small alarm went off inside the gym.

[color=#ffffff]“Charon!”[/color] The attendant roared, [color=#ffffff]“No excessive power use, you’re out for the day. Hit the showers.”[/color]

[color=#8aaceb]“Don’t get your panties in a wad, I was done anyways,”[/color] Cass roared back, wiping the sweat from his brow before turning and heading for the locker room. He almost physically gagged upon walking in to find Chadwick Patterson and his goon squad polluting the air with bargain bin body spray while they bragged about their body count.  

[color=#d71d2d]“You should have seen the way she batted her eyelashes at me, practically begging me to put her on her back right on the picnic table. Pretty sure I saw her lick her lips after eying me up.”[/color] Chad boasted while his lackeys cheered him on. Chad had quite the reputation that preceded him among the males at Pacific Royal. Affectionately known as the ‘Deflower’, Chad often sought out virginal, or even just innocent seeming woman in order to add another notch to his belt. He could appear sweet when he wanted to, but his trips to the woods to pick wildflowers were anything but.

[color=#ffffff]“I still can’t believe you got Aurora Mitchell to say yes, I thought she was practically married to Roth’s snotty brat.”[/color]

[color=#ffffff]“The only thing she’s married to is the idea of gagging on Chad’s dick from the sound of it.”[/color] Snickered another.

Suddenly a blinding flash filled the change room followed by the sound of a wet towel making contact with skin. The slap was followed by another, and another before eventually drowned by a chorus of yowling jocks.

[color=#d71d2d]“The hell, Charon?”[/color] Chad asked, rubbing his eyes before looking up to see Cass standing over him.

[color=#8aaceb]“I can’t stop you from asking Aurora out,”[/color] Cass sneered, [color=#8aaceb]“But I suggest you keep her damn name out of your mouth.”[/color] Cracking his knuckles, Cass motioned with his head towards the door. [color=#8aaceb]“Now if you ladies are done your jaw waggling, some of us mean to use the locker room for what it’s meant for. Hate to see you boys waste your time in here instead of not wiping down the gym equipment or failing to re-rack your weight.”[/color]

[color=#d71d2d]“You’re not worth it,”[/color] Chad muttered,[color=#d71d2d] “C’mon,”[/color] He ordered motioning for the four other water polo players to follow him.

Rage seethed off of Cassander as he quickly got changed and texting Lorcán. When a few minutes went by with no response, Cassander tried calling. The other device rang, and rang until eventually going to voicemail. Hanging up and trying again, Cass found himself sent directly to voicemail before he let out a heavy sigh and waited for the beep.

[color=#8aaceb]“Look cuz, you need to know that Aurora never left your side the entire time you were out. I get wanting some distance. Between the Trials and your experience in the forest, you’ve been rushed from one danger into the next without any time to process. You’re probably thinking to yourself right now that maybe a night off from Aurora, Amma and dying is exactly what you need.”[/color] Cassander said, rubbing the back of his head while he kept talking to Lorcán’s voicemail. With a sigh, Cassander hesitated before speaking again. He knew he couldn’t let Aurora go on the date with Chad, but he also knew the girl was stronger than she appeared and wouldn’t let the Deflower get what he was after. Still though, it was definitely worth at least warning Lorcán.

[color=#8aaceb]“But you need to know that Aurora has a date to the formal and you’re not going to like who it is. Hit me back when you can, I’m not saying this to your voicemail.”[/color][/indent][/indent][CENTER][COLOR=#AC0D01][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/COLOR][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5504477][img]https://i.imgur.com/AW1mFws.jpeg[/img][/url][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=#E64C09][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Recreational Center[/I] - [I]Pacific Royal Collegiate & University, Dundas Island, Pacific Ocean[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=#E64C09][b]Dance Monkey #4.014:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=#AC0D01][SUP][sub]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR][INDENT][sub][color=#E64C09][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]None[/i][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=#E64C09][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]New Perspective[/I][/right][/SUP]
[INDENT]The dorm was almost foreign to Lorcán after a week of the sterile air and white walls of the infirmary. The hastily decorated dorm was almost an eyesore in comparison. The air smelled of the cheap cologne Rory had been gifted by another girl a few years back and was too polite not to wear. 

It has been an exhausting day and Lorcán was glad to not have to come up with any chit chat as he stumbled through their shared space and into his own bedroom. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he tried to unlock the screen only to find his own reflection still staring back at him. 

The phone must have died at some point while he was visiting his mother. He had wanted to send a message to Aurora, but it would have to wait now as he placed the device on the charger, hoping it would reach sufficient charge quickly.

Lorcán wasn't sure if it was his injuries from the Trials or the circumstances of his recovery, but he still felt off. There simply was no better way to describe it than that. It was as though there was something inside of him. Shivers raced up and down his spine and sweat dotted his forehead, an unknown craving plagued the back of his mind haunting the young man.

And then as suddenly as it had started it was gone.

He quickly stripped, making no effort to put his clothes in the hamper before flopping on top of the bed completely nude. Slumber came quickly as Lorcán felt his pillows embrace his body. His mind drifted off, darkness taking elsewhere and Lorcán departed consciousness.

That's when his eyes shot open.

[i]Someone was in his room.[/i]

[i]A lithe silhouette wrapped in a lacy garment so translucent the moonlight passed through it leaned on his door frame before crackles and slivers of red and silver bidden themself to Lorcán. Encasing his legs and arms, he writhed momentarily, embracing the euphoria that accompanied next as his own abilities sought the tendrils that caressed and restrained his own limbs.[/i]

[i]Moonlight danced upon the pale face, illuminating the raven-coloured hair and blue eyes that were like endless pools. Their unfathomable depths threatened to swallow Lorcán whole as pursed lips twisted from pout into a small smirk. [/i]

[i]The tie at her waist came undone, the robe softly hitting the floor as her ink covered form glided across the room towards Lorcán. No secrets were left between the two as she pounced atop the young man. Warm breath against his skin, every part of him standing erect out of both fear and pleasure. He felt his hands wander while her teeth found his bottom lip. That taste of his own blood danced across Lorcán’s tongue before Amma’s own hungrily lapped it up, a feeling of pure pleasure dancing across Lorcán’s spine and limbs leaving his body rigid with pent up anticipation. [/i]

[i]Amma’s mouth suddenly departed from Lorcán’s as she agilely repositioned herself. He felt her body suddenly straddle his own hips before letting out a surprised gasp as Amma’s nails dragged down his chest. Blood flowed from his scar, the freely flowing crimson billows staining her nails scarlet.[/i]

[i][color=#978184]“I’ve already been in you,”[/color] She purred, [color=#978184]“Now I want you in me.” [/color]It was an order, one Lorcán found himself obeying. And in that moment, what was once secret and fleeting became revealed and then fully known. [/i]

[i]Lorcán expected to be quick, but instead what should have been moments lasted hours. The two moved as one and soon had left mutual marks across each other, handprints, bitemarks, scratches and burns until Lorcán collapsed back onto the mattress, practically melting into the scattered pillows and blankets.[/i]

There was hardly time for sleep however as the dawn’s first light roused Lorcán from his very temporary slumbed. His body was sore and anything but rested. Sweat covered him from head to toe leaving the young man feeling sticky and wet while his bed was spread across the room. His head was spinning, throbbing, while his throat felt dry and raw.

But he was alone.

Stumbling out of the room, he looked around, rubbing his tired eyes before softly calling out.

[color=#fe650d]“Black Betty?” [/color]He asked, his call met with nothing but silence.[color=#fe650d] “Amma?”[/color] Lorcán asked, this time slightly louder and with more urgency. Again nothing.

[color=#fe650d]“Amma are you still here?”[/color][/INDENT][/INDENT][/COLOR]