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Post by andrei volkov on Jan 19, 2015 22:13:49 GMT -5
a nightmare  ![](http://i.imgur.com/FP05A8Y.png") dressed like a daydream  | rest in pieces elliot because the big bad wolf is here to eat you up. |
| Sickness rarely graced the youngest child of the Volkov family. His mother used to joke that it might have been the fact that Andrei had inherited his father's stubbornness, which stopped him from giving into the demands of disease. His father would retaliate and said that it must have been the fact that he had inherited his mother's sass, which chased off the virus in search of a kinder host. His brother was the more practical of them both and said it was obviously the fact he was born a fighter and not a sacrifice. Whichever reason his family had for the reason why he never got sick, Andrei couldn't quite care as amusing as they were.
Feigning sickness had become a habit for the raven haired senior, but that was to be expected when he had no drive to drag himself onto the basketball court, much less actually change into his shorts. He wasn't toeing the line either because he made sure to keep up with his teammates' plays. He might have been a bit of a slacker, but he wasn't the kind to let a team down for not doing his fair share. Andrei made sure that he wasn't a burden, but rather the person that charged and yanked you forward while you were caught off guard.
He might have used that excuse a bit too much, there's only so much he can say about catching a cold when he was a young athlete, and that was why he was hiding from... well being caught by one of his teammates or heaven forbid, his coach actually took the time to go and find him. So Andrei figured, why not chill in the place they least expect him to be? Also known as the library. The fighter never did understand the appeal of the place outside of his rare visits where he had to satisfy this insatiable curiosity that nagged him to go to such a dusty and musty, book filled place. Google was at his fingertips and there was always 4Glte at his disposal after all, but for the sake of avoiding basketball practice, he needed to stay in here.
Andrei had to say that the library was rather well built with large windows to let light in. Natural light was the best light for reading and artistic endeavors to happen in, or so he was told. Fingers trailed along the spines of countless books as he passed down an aisle, glad that he was hidden by the tall bookcases and filled shelves. Well, he supposed, if he was here, then he should at least get some homework done. Andrei gave a small sigh, but his breath was caught when he spotted a crown of golden hair. Oh? What did they have here? His thoughts of homework were tossed out despite the backpack that was slung upon one shoulder. Certainly what he saw was not a rare book, but still an intriguing thing nonetheless.
Elliot Jespersen was a rather intriguing individual, more so because Andrei couldn't help but coax out those rather... entertaining reactions from the blonde. Not that he did bad things. Oh no, no. Andrei did not bully. He teased. And before anyone could say that it was the same thing, it wasn't. Andrei had finesse and to associate him with such a word was a crime in itself. Just a little purr here, a little sultry whisper there, and maybe an accidental brush of fingers mixed in. Nothing detrimental. At least, to the Russian it wasn't. His lips twisted upwards, curling itself into a smile that was reminiscent of a cat finding a small bird that had yet to realize the unpredicted danger that had slunk in behind it.
He approached the other from behind, footsteps making not a sound across the library floors. He was rather good at this and had years of practice (sneaking out his room window was just as easy too by the way). Without warning he leaned down, face only a hair's breadth away from Elliot's head, just so he could whisper right into the boy's ear.
"Rad vas videt~"
Nice to see you.
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Post by ELLIOT JESPERSEN on Jan 25, 2015 20:21:08 GMT -5
 | ● | THIS IS NONSTOP BABY YOU'VE GOT ME GOING CRAZY YOU'RE HEAVIER THAN I KNEW BUT I DON'T WANT NO OTHER YOU'RE MY CAMEO LOVER ONLY HERE FOR A MOMENT OR TWO |
Elliot was in his natural habitat. It was peaceful, quiet, calm, and the best thing was no one needed to talk to him. Here he could truly get carried away in his work, just let his mind be calculative for a few hours diving into textbooks instead of constantly worrying about this or that. He didn't have to fidget with his clothes or his hair or worry about if he was sitting up straight or had something in his teeth. He just had to worry about finding answers to questions and reading a few chapters. Ellie had practically taken a whole table to himself, spreading out his books and papers and notes. He sat by himself of course, pen scribbling across worksheets, with his elbow on the table and his hand holding his face up. His concentration was only matched by his boredom. This material was anything but challenging, he had already studied for this assignment last week. His pen didn't falter or hesitate as he answered every question as sure as the last one. He was organized, categorizing, tackling problems one at a time. If only Elliot was this efficient in his social life. While classes had only just ended and he was already completing his assignments. He always started his work immediately, that way he would have less time to be stressed about the upcoming due date and spend his time just watching his stories. Not to mention he had a dinner date with Odette later that day. Ellie's head was full of lists, responsibilities, meetings, errands...it was crucial for him to do everything on time and as soon as possible so there wasn't a horrible pile up. He wouldn't want to be a disappointment to anyone. First, he did his homework, finished his readings and his essays. Then he had to photocopy those student council notices and make sure all the new club information was filed away. Make his upcoming calendar, message his parents that he had a good day so they wouldn't worry, then have the lovely Duckie grace him. It was nice, their quiet communication, he could admit she was probably his closest friend here. Little did he realize he had gotten to the bottom of the worksheet. His pen lingered over the empty space at the end of the page as if anxiously looking for another problem to solve. Putting the pen down, the golden boy let out a sigh. It was almost the only sound that carried aside from shuffling footsteps and the turning of pages. That was the last of his math work, he supposed he should just move onward to history. He packed up all the finished paper into his folder, the insides lined with pictures of cute dogs because he found it too embarrassing to just have them on the outside before standing up and letting his arms raise up into a stretch. For history he needed a few other books, and might as well return the math ones now. He picked them up, made sure to dispose of his sticky notes, and went off deeper into the shelves leaving his table behind. He must have been easy prey. Walking alone and keeping to himself while not exactly keeping any kind of guard. He felt safe here, in most quiet places. And while he was just minding his own business and keeping to himself as he did most of his life, he couldn't have realized the trouble coming for him. The moment was so short but it almost felt like slow motion, starting with the sudden wave of hot breath against his neck. Elliot could feel his hairs stand up as goosebumps trailed down his entire body. The boy let out a gasp and as his hands shot up to cover his mouth from making a sound, they let his books drop to the floor. He spun around, back hitting against one of the bookshelves enclosing them, wide eyed and red faced. Oh god he felt hot, he knew he was probably as red as a firetruck. Just why this? Why? Why him?! Andrei Volkov came into his life once in a blue moon and never left him peacefully. Why the upperclassman had chose him of all people to bother he would never know the answer to. Elliot could only stare at him and try to control his breathing. Oh god, wait, what did he even say? Did he call him a name? Was he making fun of him? Well, when was Andrei ever not making fun of him. "W-What did you..." He could barely find the words. The russian was taller than him and he couldn't help but feel cornered, he could feel his heart beating faster and faster. "Why did....uh...w-what did you say?"☆ OOC NOTESandrei volkovMADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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