Thread: Blood Ties  [Arberus x Temara]

RE Blood Ties Normally the first order of business in the morning was a shower. Today, Skylar pulled on his bathrobe and stopped at his desk to glance into his little personal trash bin first. Then smiled. Then went to take a shower. It was almost a shame to wash off the bit of smell and blood left over- an experience that had been pleasurable, bizarre, and left him with plenty of questions to ask. It was almost too perfect. He almost hoped he should never meet her, much as some clues to follow for a time, till he grew bored of it, would be fun. Or another fuck. That would have been painfully simple and straightforward, nearly boring, had it occurred after the normal pretense that led to his trysts, instead of what had occurred. Oh, there was much more to do. A shame to wash it away- but he did need a shower more than usual for it. He showed up to his first class without any special event or unusual pomp or circumstance, despite the semester's eventful start. Aside from a tune he was humming very faintly in the back of his throat, and a small glass of congratulatory wine he'd sneaked into his dorm as congratulations when he cooked himself a small breakfast- much better than suffering the mess hall's food- the day was normal, normal, normal. Gathered his books. Arrived to class, shaven and combed, dressed for success as ever a model of future businessmen, was his clothing crisply ironed instead of quickly, and had he only put on a tie. Instead he opted for a colored shirt. Golden today, not quite shining fabric. He liked that and red, for fist impressions, but red was a dominant, aggressive color. He felt many things today, including in control, despite the unpredictable fireball last night, but aggressive was not one of them. Not just yet, anyway. He was sure some freshmen or professor dirty his cheer before long. Group seven was, again, normal. Skylar's partner worked. And was slow. And worked. And realized Skylar was working faster, and with the right answers. And then, he simply sat back and observed until the class ended. It'd be interesting to see if there was anyone in the class who didn't eventually sit back to let him tackle the problems for them. He even let himself slip off to day dreaming, about his fascinating dream the night before, and little musings of what he might do if he ever discovered this girl getting the problem wrong without a care. He waited for his partner to catch it while he went on to the next problem after. He didn't. Class ended, and he smiled to his group member, gave them a bit of advice as though he hadn't noticed the laziness, and left, following the crowed to his next class, and filing in amidst the first group, settling into a seat at a clear table, and set his notes out. He remembered them, and didn't feel any need to cram. Now that he was prepared to start, he sat back and simply observed how the others filed in, and chose seats. It was a curious kind of experiment, and in some ways telling of the personalities, to see who would sit where for those not fortunate to have a familiar group from orientation in the class with them. One couldn't help but wonder if one of these women filing in could have been the girl who'd joined him last night. ...most, however, simply lacked the figure, or boldness. One could be bold with friends at their back, or drunk, but alone... it was a laughable thought, but he entertained the idea anyway. Maybe one would be good for some amusement, at the least, though.