Disclaimer: As before, I don't own these lovely, lovely pieces of
manliness.
Warnings: Language. Pop music from the mid nineties.
A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!! Yeah! Just got in earlier today! Cheer, everyone! -
::Well, he'd never been good at comin' right out and asking::
As the last soft strands of the hypnotic and dreamlike melody drifted away, quickly replaced with a foot tapping faster beat, one of the last few of the night, Thats stood up, stretching softly tanned bare arms. He let them drop down to his sides, drumming his fingers on the supple dark brown pants that he wore, their material showing up dirty black in the faded shades cast by the glowing light in the center of the room.
Catching himself, he jerked his hand back, clenching it into a tight fist in order to prevent the mind-numbing repetition of the music catching a hold of him and lodging in his brain to repeat itself for hours on end.
Snickering as he saw many of the people around him moan at the start of the hyped up lyrics, he turned his attention away from the sounds around him and to the dark haired boy in front of him, no longer flushed red, but looking determinedly away.
"Look, Rath," he fought to control a spreading grin as his friend shifted his gaze to the ground, pointedly attempting to ignore him.
"All I said was that you should ask her. If you aren't going to, fine. Damn stupid, but..." he trailed off as he fought to keep the background music from getting stuck in his mind.
He gave his head a small shake, sending the longer autumn colored segments of hair that hung in front of his ears and around his green eyes, tinted brown in tiny flecks, like leaves slowly changing with the shifting seasons, flying.
He continued speaking, this time to his other friend.
"You're gonna ask someone too, right?"
Rune glanced up at him from where his gaze had been attracted by a loose thread on his long white pants.
"I don't see why it concerns you, but," he looked back down, using his distraction as a neat cover up for his uncomfortable state of mind, "Yes, I am planning on asking someone."
Thats ran a hand through his hair in a oft used nervous gesture, digging the ball of his hand into the bridge of his nose for a moment before letting it continue on it's journey.
"Great for you," he said in a cheerful voice, turning slightly to look over the now writhing masses of dancing bodies below him.
"Why are you interested, anyway?" Rune asked, starting to become confused.
"Ah," the teenager hesitated before answering, "No reason."
His very confidant and carefree look was seen by the other, but so too was the flash of uncertainty that flitted across the edges of his face.
"Thats?" he said, then hitting upon a possible reason for the out of character conflict, asked another question.
"Why don't you ask somebody to dance? It is the last canteen of the year. Why not ask someone for the last song?"
Thats grinned.
"No one to ask."
As he spoke these words, as if on cue, the brazenly energetic song ended; the last fast song of the night.
The bittersweet opening strains of the next piece wafted in and as Rath and Rune shared a nervous glance, the third boy sat down once again on the cold metal bench.
He repeated four syllables under his breath, but even as he was ignored by the others, the green light of his irises turned over and revealed a half formed lie, hidden by his words and smile.
"No one to ask."
:::
Lexzzz: Ah, sorry, forgot to give you a mention before! Yes, Rath is... Rath. ::sweatdrop::
Kat: Yay! Nadil's a BLOODY FREAK but he is hot. And yes, rxc, thatchel, ruxtint. In that order, actually.
Tsume Yamagata: ::twitches with jealousy:: You read book 15 already?!?! And I love RunexTintlett.
Cesia Illuser: Hm. Could I call you Mrs. Rath Illuser? Anyway, it's updated. My, that was fast.
Ginsing: I'm back NOW!! Ok. You shall have your country.
Brotee: ::sweatdrop:: Ok, ok... gimme some time. I gotta get two other couples in here as well...
Hououza: Thank you for the luck! It shall be cherished...
Warnings: Language. Pop music from the mid nineties.
A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!! Yeah! Just got in earlier today! Cheer, everyone! -
::Well, he'd never been good at comin' right out and asking::
As the last soft strands of the hypnotic and dreamlike melody drifted away, quickly replaced with a foot tapping faster beat, one of the last few of the night, Thats stood up, stretching softly tanned bare arms. He let them drop down to his sides, drumming his fingers on the supple dark brown pants that he wore, their material showing up dirty black in the faded shades cast by the glowing light in the center of the room.
Catching himself, he jerked his hand back, clenching it into a tight fist in order to prevent the mind-numbing repetition of the music catching a hold of him and lodging in his brain to repeat itself for hours on end.
Snickering as he saw many of the people around him moan at the start of the hyped up lyrics, he turned his attention away from the sounds around him and to the dark haired boy in front of him, no longer flushed red, but looking determinedly away.
"Look, Rath," he fought to control a spreading grin as his friend shifted his gaze to the ground, pointedly attempting to ignore him.
"All I said was that you should ask her. If you aren't going to, fine. Damn stupid, but..." he trailed off as he fought to keep the background music from getting stuck in his mind.
He gave his head a small shake, sending the longer autumn colored segments of hair that hung in front of his ears and around his green eyes, tinted brown in tiny flecks, like leaves slowly changing with the shifting seasons, flying.
He continued speaking, this time to his other friend.
"You're gonna ask someone too, right?"
Rune glanced up at him from where his gaze had been attracted by a loose thread on his long white pants.
"I don't see why it concerns you, but," he looked back down, using his distraction as a neat cover up for his uncomfortable state of mind, "Yes, I am planning on asking someone."
Thats ran a hand through his hair in a oft used nervous gesture, digging the ball of his hand into the bridge of his nose for a moment before letting it continue on it's journey.
"Great for you," he said in a cheerful voice, turning slightly to look over the now writhing masses of dancing bodies below him.
"Why are you interested, anyway?" Rune asked, starting to become confused.
"Ah," the teenager hesitated before answering, "No reason."
His very confidant and carefree look was seen by the other, but so too was the flash of uncertainty that flitted across the edges of his face.
"Thats?" he said, then hitting upon a possible reason for the out of character conflict, asked another question.
"Why don't you ask somebody to dance? It is the last canteen of the year. Why not ask someone for the last song?"
Thats grinned.
"No one to ask."
As he spoke these words, as if on cue, the brazenly energetic song ended; the last fast song of the night.
The bittersweet opening strains of the next piece wafted in and as Rath and Rune shared a nervous glance, the third boy sat down once again on the cold metal bench.
He repeated four syllables under his breath, but even as he was ignored by the others, the green light of his irises turned over and revealed a half formed lie, hidden by his words and smile.
"No one to ask."
:::
Lexzzz: Ah, sorry, forgot to give you a mention before! Yes, Rath is... Rath. ::sweatdrop::
Kat: Yay! Nadil's a BLOODY FREAK but he is hot. And yes, rxc, thatchel, ruxtint. In that order, actually.
Tsume Yamagata: ::twitches with jealousy:: You read book 15 already?!?! And I love RunexTintlett.
Cesia Illuser: Hm. Could I call you Mrs. Rath Illuser? Anyway, it's updated. My, that was fast.
Ginsing: I'm back NOW!! Ok. You shall have your country.
Brotee: ::sweatdrop:: Ok, ok... gimme some time. I gotta get two other couples in here as well...
Hououza: Thank you for the luck! It shall be cherished...