[ Action || Library ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Tucked away in the back of the library is a table loaded up with books. On top of the books are boxes of multi-colored pencils, a good fraction of them snapped into unusable pieces. And seated at the table, obscured by all the books and boxes, is a troll, bent over a notebook, maroon colored pencil in hand, coloring away. He has homework he should be doing, but he doesn't really care. In that moment, all that mattered to him was the drawing of a robotic girl with large red eyes and graceful curves.]

Ah... Aradia... How I long to gaze once more into your soulless eyes... to read your words of patience and obedience... to hold your cold metal chasis in my arms...

[He sighs longingly, putting aside his pencil to trace blue bow lips, then glances around conspiratorially. There was no one around, was there? No one was watching? No, the coast was clear.]

[Biting his lip, he picked up the notebook, holding it aloft in front of him. With one last glance, he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the drawing.]

[Moments later, he leaned to the side, cradling the notebook in his arms as if he was sweeping it off its feet, passionately kissing the drawing.]

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[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Here's how it's gonna go.]

[ > See Equius; Oh god, there he is. Don't go by him, he's fucking insane]

[ > Remember you're not a stupid pansy; Oh yeah, whatt he hell, why would he even think to avoid Equius?]

[ > Look at your hand; Why? Oh yeah, there's this drink he's enjoying...]

[ > Understand what this weird voice in your head is getting at; Heh heh heh.]

[Equius, enjoy the red coloued drink all over the table infront of you and on your marvelous everything you were working on. Tavros doesn't even CARE to look.]

WHATCHA DoooooIN?

[ > Try to ignore your still broken rid and throbbing cuts...; Try]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[ . . . ]

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[ . . . ]

[ sob ]

[No, he can't sob, he's to manry for that. Just going to stare at his ruined books blankly, anger bubbling cheerfully away in the back of his mind like a pot of tea.]

[Delicious anger tea]

I hate you.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Cool.

Have fun with that.

[Smiles turning to go. That's all that needed to be done here.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Takes a deep breath and begins to pick through his things, sorting out what can be salvaged and what will need to be replaced. His hands shake with repressed emotion, and he ends up snapping the first book he picks up in half.]

[Fiddlesticks.]

[Half a book is chucked in Tavros's general direction]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Kind of expected that, he dodges, wincing a little and staggering to the side, but he catches himself and turns his head slowly to grin Equius's way, eyes sultry and dark.]

Problem?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[If Equius sounds breathless, it's because he is. If he looks like he's shaking, it's because he's fighting the urge to leap over the table and do horrible, wonderful things to the stupid, uppity lowblood.]

[But he's just going to sit here, and stare into those eyes, because gosh. The way Tavros is looking at him is just. So. Hot.]

[So. Much. Want.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Welp, sucks to be you, boyo.

[Stands straight and shrugs, facing away, smiling to himself as he does so, and going to walk away again.]

[SORRY EQUIUS. Just because he's finally accepting this, doesn't mean he's done playing hard to get.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[growls low in his throat, gripping the edge of the table in his hands. Okay, nope. This is not a thing that is happening. Tavros is not getting him all hot and bothered, and then walking away. He will not allow this to happen.]

[Hissing loudly, he climbs onto the table, heedless of the books he sends crashing down, and STRONGleaps off it, Tackling Tavros into the nearest bookshelf]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[He's going to get another detention.]

[But actually thinking about OW OW OW JEGUS BLOODY FUCKING CHRIST. Tavros curls and cringes into himself as his body hits the bookcase, hissing in pain as he squints his eyes shut, slowly opening them to look at Equius.]

J-jegus Equius, c-come on...

[Ow... ow...]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Me? Come on? [snorts, pressing his face into the crook of Tavros's neck. He can just imagine the hickey hiding beneath his turtleneck, and all because of him] I do believe I am quite "on" and that it is you who needs to get with the program. [His hands drop down to the other troll's hips and he chirrs invitingly in Tavros's ear] You want this.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

...EH HEH.

[Eye twitch, pulling his head back a bit.]

Such a gentleman, tch. But if you wanna take a viddy around, brother, we're in the library. So unless you want to start racking up the detentions like your bro here, I suggest yankin' them daisies away from my chassis.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[POUT]

Then I trust that, should proper arrangements be made, you will make an appearance?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

...Yeah.

[He'll say it.]

[Not while looking at you though, sorry.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[For a few moments, Equius is quiet, mulling over this little incident. Then he allows himself a small smile and leans in, gently kissing Tavros's cheek]

Even if you did not bid on me, the date was still purchased in your name. For an entire evening, I am yours to do with as you please. You should not let it go to waste.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Eeeeeheheh...Still kinda ew on this but whatever. Tavros sighs and wants to walk off all cool like, but um, yeah, Equius is holding him there, and there's not getting out of that.]

Still as sick as ever... Just shove off now, ya digg?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

You would not have me any different. [Kisses Tavros's cheek again, then pulls back, smirking knowingly at the other troll]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Eye twitch, and, just, gonna, go now.]

[Except not, and turning back quick to slash his claws of Equius's face.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Wouldn't have tried to dodge, even if it hadn't caught him off guard. As it it, he just stands there, eyes going wide behind his glasses as he raises his hand to touch his bloody cheek.]

You...

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Hide that, horsebag.

[Smiles, eyes half lidded again as he raises his hand to lick off the blue blood from his claws.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[He needs a towel]

Ah...

[He is not hiding this. He doesn't care, this is not something that he feels needs to be hid. Ooh, Mr. Nitram, ooh. Take him now.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

We're done here, droog, jet and set.

[Turns and starts off. Christ Equius, such a pervert... Stay that way you shitstain.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, okay, this time he'll let him go. But only because he's too busy swooning and sighing like a schoolgirl over this.]

[Oh Taaaaaaaavros, you make him feel like such a polly little filly]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[No shit you are Equius, Tavros is a hot fucking stuff, you better be swoonin-Wait, don't use 'polly'. Dumbass.]

[He'll make you feel like something...]