“Not just
a girl Angel.
The girl, babe.” Cheveyo pointed out as he descended the steps. He was still debating internally on whether they would take one of his vehicles or just ride into town on a horse. A horse would be romantic. How many guys could say they escorted their girlfriend on their first date via horseback? He thought that horseback would do. He turned his head some as Heath screeched at Amarina.
That is not necessarily true. You're also...eh. Okay. Maybe. The Native American rolled his eyes. “Don't be a douche, Heath. Its really not cute.”
Pfft. Says you. Heath regarded him with his infamous narrowed glare. “Narrow your eyes at me again and we won't watch The Brothers Grimm tonight.” He warned.
Will Kumberlin be there...? Heath glanced around. “Yes. The girlfriend you'll never be able to reproduce with will be there.” He snickered, avoiding being pecked by the bird.
“Are you sure you will be able to compete? I mean, when Medea wins, I want the satisfaction of beating my boyfriend too.” Cheveyo made a light snorting sound. “Me, unable to compete? Like that would ever happen. Only once. And that was because Johnathon broke my legs five minutes prior.” During his second year at Fae, he had been unable to compete in the end of the year trials in the finals against Circe because a young man named Jonathan Waters had broken his legs in an attempt to knock out the competition, having felt threatened by him when facing him in the beginning of the year trials.
Jonathan also had a personal grudge against Cheveyo because Chevy was friends with Divinia at the time. Close friends. And before the Sicilian had come along, Jonathan was the big man on campus. “Don't worry, I promise that I'll be the one to beat you. And after I do, I'll take care of you. Bandage you up, put some ice on your sore muscles, and then we can watch movies. Sound good?” He grinned down at her.
Heath had flown away as soon as Kumberlin came into view and Cheveyo shook his head. When Amarina asked that she be put down, he blushed sheepisly. “Pssh. I was getting tired of carrying you anyways. You're heavier than usual. I think its because your butt's getting bigger. Not that I'm complaining.” He snickered just as Heath returned, taking perch on his head. He set his girlfriend down gently and instead grabbed her hand, interlacing his fingers with her own. “We. Are going to go by horseback. Because statistics show that girls like that kind of stuff and horses are totally romantic.” He nodded knowledgeably as though everything he said was truth.
Heath again rolled his eyes as they worked their way out of the Merlin Territory that was to the north. Their walk took them over the bridge that connected the main building to the student area. In the main building was all of the classrooms that also doubled as offices for the Professors. He chatted idly with Amarina about Game of Thrones and True Blood – His love of True Blood was something that he had used in the past to pick up hookups. It never failed. Though at the moment, he was being truly enthusiastic about it. Cheveyo couldn't remember a time when he had been so happy or had smiled so much, which made him smile wider absentmindedly while he talked, not really paying attention to anything else outside of his little world.
“Darling – You are and always will be my number one love. Not even Romeo can surpass you.” She purred as they went towards the west side of the school. She smiled, holding Pippa as close as she possibly could while walking comfortably. Hecate had slid off of her body and was traveling behind her, moving rather quickly for a snake her size and weight. Divinia sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. There were times where she debated on whether she should just forget about Cheveyo and Amarina – She knew that the attention she paid them, even though it was a grudge, irritated Romeo and Pippa. She did agree that the time and energy spent hating them would be better placed in spending time with her loves.
“You'll see.” She finally announced as they came upon her dorm room. She didn't share her room with anyone. She loved her Covenmates, but she was waiting for Pippa to be transferred that way she could share a room with her girlfriend. Her room itself was extremely extravagant – It was bigger inside than most dorms because of use of magick. It was like those tents in Harry Potter. That's where she derived the idea from in the first place. Everything in her room was custom European design, whether it was clothes, shoes, jewelry, or bedroom items. Her room was graced in red and accented in gold. The fabrics were all mixtures of silk, Egyptian cotton, satin, and velvet. There were gems such as diamonds and emeralds lying about on her boudoir.
Her jewelry was all perfectly set up in a number of jewelry boxes about the room and her ceiling, while sporting a chandelier, was covered in photographs of herself, Pippa, her mother, her father, her brothers, her fellow mafiosos back home, Antonio, Xavier, Eileen, Romeo, Sasha, Lamia, Ever, and everyone else whom she dared to announce her closeness to. There was a photo of Kwan in a far corner of the room that was riddled with bullet holes – Kwan was her least favorite teacher.
In all the years that Divinia had known Pippa and been with her, she had gifted her often with jewelry, money, stuffed animals, furniture, and priceless works of art. Divinia traveled over to her nightstand and plopped onto her bed – It was large, round, covered in plush pillows, duvets, and silk blankets with a canopy that could be drawn shut. “This is something that means very much to me.” She murmured as she snapped her fingers, a rather medieval key appearing between them. She unlocked the top drawer and reached in tentatively with a light smile. She pulled her hand out, showing a small ring box that was just as lavish as her bedroom. It was light blue in color, like her eyes; almost clear.
She marveled at for a second before standing up and moving towards Pippa. “There's a tradition in my family. When you love someone, you will show that love by killing an enemy of theirs and then presenting your love with a prize from your kill. I do hope you remember Mister Alexander Gianni.” Alex was someone that was once well-known around the school. Divinia never liked him simply because the boy thought himself better than her and would harass Pippa.
He was training to be an assistant at the academy, but he never made it back this particular year. Unfortunately for him, the Gianni family was never liked by either side of her family. Him harassing her love was just the reason that she needed to start a blood feud. Though, it was safe to say he and every member of his immediate family was murdered over the summer vacation along with a few others. Divinia had taken advantage of that opportunity to kill him and his immediate family members herself at a meeting of families. Word had spread that she wasn't going to return and the Gianni family had dared to move in on her turf. Even killed quite a many of her cousins.
She let all of the families in Europe and beyond know that just because she wasn't home didn't mean that her reign was to be questioned. She could manage business from afar and those who dared to think otherwise would be dealt with accordingly. She enjoyed watching Alexander and his family die slowly from starvation. It didn't take too long after Romeo bound their powers for her. She had taken everything that belonged to his family. She left the remaining members only one piece of land. She didn't care. They couldn't pin the murders on her or any of her family members or those that followed them. What were they going to say? That the Pagliarellis had given them ebola? That the San Lorenzos had given them heart attacks, small pox, and AIDS? That the Dorianos had crashed their planes and their cars? That the Guarinis had set wild animals upon them? No. They couldn't pin anything on them.
She smiled as she opened up the ring box and presented Pippa with a beautiful dragon ring. The dragon was made of gold, curling its body around a large sapphire. The inside of the sapphire held what looked like a small sun twisting and turning, the lights changing, cycling through the colors of the visible spectrum. It was the ring that Alexander always wore. He claimed that it was his most prized possession, passed down from generation to generation. “I thought that you might like this.”
“Is that...normal?” He pointed to the blood trickling from Llorana's eyes, a bit put off by it. It didn't frighten him, nor creep him out. It was just something that was odd to him. He had begun walking already. He had strapped his violin case to the Gucci bag he had slung over his shoulder so that he could shove his hands into his pockets. He started to hum softly, glancing up at the archways of the corridor. The place was rather impressive in build. He began to think again, wondering how the place came to be and if it had always been here. Was it built by means of physical labor? Or did, perhaps, the Professors build it together by means of putting their magick together? His sister told him that one of them was the incarnation of Mother Nature. Or rather she actually was Mother Nature. Maybe she had built it using her powers. He assumed that it wasn't something that would have strained her. She created and stopped weather all over the world daily. Went all the way across the globe and returned in a matter of a few minutes. Surely something as
simple as rising forth an impressive building wouldn't be too much for her? It seemed logical in his head that Professor Romanova had constructed the place. “I should ask.” He mused, speaking his thoughts aloud.
He then blinked, as if just now realizing that Cupid was walking with him. The silence was awkward and he didn't want to have Cupid thinking that he was weird. Or distant. He offered a smile. “I'm in the Mafia.”
Wow. What a conversation starter. Brutus snorted. DeAngelo blinked and frowned, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. That was exactly why he always thought so hard before saying things. He would say something stupid if he didn't.
Yes, DeAngelo. Start off the conversation by saying that you're in the Mafia. Did you forget about the summer's war? The accusations placed upon your place all over the news? Your background already? You have a history! Now you can only pray that he either doesn't watch the news so much or that he doesn't care. He scolded himself mentally, wanting to facepalm. He quickly tried to make up for his blunder. “I'm not a killer. Well, I've killed people. But for good reason. Well, maybe not what is considered morally good. But. Its a family thing.”
Bravo, jackass. Brutus deadpanned, slithering down from the boy's body and to the door they had stopped in front of.
“Sorry. I. You. This.” DeAngelo continued to blunder, his face growing red. “I'm not usually this stupid. You just make me nervous. Not in an uncomfortable or bad way. In a good way. Not that I'm hitting on you. Or I could be. If you like guys. But I'm not saying you're gay.” Blunder after blunder after blunder. DeAngelo growled to himself and fished his room key out of his pocket unlocking the door and letting himself into the room. His stuff was already there on his side of the room. Brutus made himself at home on the bed covered in purple duvets. DeAngelo made his way back to the door, his gaze cast downwards. “I understand if you'd much prefer not to keep my company right now.” Not only did he say a bunch of stupid things, but he was constantly stumbling over the English words, sounding equally as stupid.
Drago laughed some at Xavier's response. He took the older boy's arm and draped it over his own. “I really don't. I suppose it rubs off from my sister.” He snickered a bit at the last part, shaking his head. Thomas O'Malley was shaking his head as he slithered down and proceeded ahead of them on the ground. Like his brother's and his sister's serpents, he was extremely large and heavy for his species. Drago couldn't quite remember his weight, mostly because the snake felt like such a feather to him, but he knew that the snow white snake was bordering twenty feet in length. He was just about five feet longer than Hecate, but he didn't weigh as much. Hello. He was just a cobra. That bitch was a boa!
“What isn't there to be intrigued about? Or maybe I should just go ahead and say that I just like you based on what Div says.” He chuckled some. “You play guitar, you've got a honey badger as a familiar, you sing, you've got good taste in music even though you don't listen to Italian, you play piano,” He paused and whirled around and stopped in front of him, grabbing him gently by the chin and tilting his head up with a grin. Their faces were dangerously close as he leaned down. “you've got an incredibly sexy accent.” He purred with his own Italian accent. Their lips brushed teasingly, if only for a moment.
He grinned and shoved his hands back into his pocket before walking towards the school. He could see Professor Romanova with her familiars and...Who was that with her?”
“Ohh!” Sasha snapped out of a dead sleep as though she hadn't even been sleeping at all. She squealed, leaping from the tree. She wrapped herself around Lamia, clinging to her. “Lamia! I was so worried about you! We all were!” She whined, finally disentangling herself from her boss. She cupped the woman's face and pouted, pushing a few stray hairs from the Grceian's face. “Where did you go? Is everything alright?” Her eyes shone with concern as her familiars smile and walked beyond them to greet the wolf. Sasha's eyes were now changing excitedly between various shades of blue and green as she stared intently at Lamia. “Hold that thought.”
She frowned, unknowingly dismissing the student that had approached as her familiars dismissed his. She disappeared on the wind and flew towards the Greenhouse. Her gut had wrenched incredulously at that moment and she knew something was about to happen. The clouds began to darken, not of her own accord, which further upset her and caused them to grow darker and rain to crash down on the earth. She was solid and running again at this point, soaked to the bone. Her toes dug into the mud and her hair stuck to her body as she skidded to a halt in front of the greenhouse. It was just as she yanked open the door that an elderly appearing man seemed to come out of nowhere, lying on a floating cloud. He was eating grapes being fed to him by beautiful, giggling young women. His gaze overlooked her and fell onto Liberty, a sly grin crossing his face.
“Dionysus! You stupid piece of shit!” She sped over to him and grabbed hold of him by his toga, shaking him like a ragdoll, ignoring the students behind her. The Maenads with him shrieked and jumped away, scattering around the room. “Сколько раз я говорил тебе, что ты здесь не рады! А что вы сделали с моей прекрасной драгоценные студенты, Вы ленивый хам!” She began shouting at him in Russian, causing him to cry. “Dearest Mother Nature! You know I never meant any harm! I like to play! Just play! We have fun! Your girls, I never stole 'em. They came with me of their own accord.” His words only further upset her, as was noticed by the lightning that flashed across the sky like electricity spouting from a cut circuit. “I don't care! I told you to never show your face here again!”
The Greek 'God' was whining now and Sasha thought him to be braindead from all the shaking she had done. She frowned in disgust and shoved him into a table behind him. She had been meaning to pick a bone with him for the past five years, but he and his 'pals' on Mount Olympus conjured up heavy magick to hide their home long ago. No-one but them could reach each other unless they chose otherwise. He would come to Fae annually to seduce away her students. He never took from any Coven but hers. It infuriated her beyond all means and she swore to kill him one day. “Don't you ever come back here!” She was particularly upset because a lot of the students he took were her favorites. They were like sisters to her. Or daughters, even. His groupies were surrounding him now as he tipped Ethan and Alistair a salute in farewell and gave Liberty a 'call me' sign with his hands. And then he was gone.
Her jaw was tense as she bent over to begin picking up the plants that had fallen. Placing them back in their proper pots. The table had broken, but the pots remained sturdy. Sasha could be a bit bipolar at times, especially when it came to her students. She could be happy as a hobo with a million dollars at one second, carefree and jolly with a smile as wide as the sky. But the moment she even thought someone dear to her was in any sort of danger, it was as though a switch had flipped. And one would think that with her carefree outlook on life, she and Dionysus would be best friends. And they were at one point. Until he tried to turn her into a Maenad. And then started stealing her students.
“Get out.” She muttered. She was quiet at first, though she spoke up after. “Get. Out. Получите прямо сейчас! How dare you bring him into my sanctuary! How dare you even invite him to these grounds! Я надеюсь, что вы все умрете!” She hated it when students called up that bastard. Or anyone from Mount Olympus. They were all a bunch of pompous dicks, acting like they were Gods because ignorant humans in the 'olden' days actually fell for it. Sure, there was a God. Or two. No-one knew. But it wasn't any of them. Bunch of dumb fucks is what they were.
It was rare that she was this furious, though she would apologize for her last statement. Of course she didn't wish death on any of the students truly. She was just...pissed. She didn't even know if they summoned him, but she was pretty sure that they did.
"Ohhh! New guy, huh?" Klaude had let himself grow, now hulking over everyone, his wings settling on his back. "Welcome to Fae Academy!" Hrutao rolled his eyes before glancing to the wolf. "Huh. So you've never met another Familiar before? Well. I'm glad we were the first you met. Some of the others around here can really ruin the experience. I'm Hrutao, Spirit of the Forests. That's Klaude. He's just a giant Roc." He rolled his eyes as the bird hopped around, causing the ground to shake. Unlike the other Familiars, these two actually spoke with vocal chords and not thoughts or strange animal sounds.
