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Dracen Mallory

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a character in “Return to Reality”, originally authored by ibecameinsane, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Face Claim || Dylan O'Brien
As Played By || ibecameinsane

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So begins...

Dracen Mallory's Story

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Character Portrait: Eleniel Youngblood Character Portrait: Dracen Mallory Character Portrait: Isis Anya Neferet Character Portrait: Aiden Young Character Portrait: Elizabeth Florence Brown Character Portrait: Spike Days Character Portrait: Fen Zhang Character Portrait: HyunSoo Park Character Portrait: Roisin Callan Character Portrait: Jericho V. Remington Character Portrait: Ashton Byrne
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"The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything."
― Albert Einstein


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For the newbies, their first time seeing the United States is through tinted glass. Flown to the states from
their home countries, the new cast members are gussied up for their big debut and called one at a time to
be interviewed on worldwide television. The lights are blinding, the set is stifling, and the pressure to
impress the crowd is anything but effortless. Meanwhile, the returning cast members wait in the green room
to be called on stage. Ushered on stage onto a four person couch, they’re coaxed into sharing what they’ve
done since season one. They sit together with smiles plastered on their faces as though they’re old friends
when in truth some of them cannot stand one another. Once they’ve been given enough of the limelight,
they’re all ushered into a private jet and flown to the Isles of Scilly.

The streets are filled to the brim by the curious spectators. Unknowing bystanders, which were few and far
between, were confused by the spectacle while others have flown for all corners of their providence just to
see this event unfold in person. Slowly, the vehicles make their way through the crowded road. As the
limousines closer, the flashes of the cameras of the paparazzi intensified. While most entered the luxurious
premises without too much difficulty, others were faced with the usual complications that came with the fame.
Some fanatics pushed themselves against the vehicles screaming the returning cast's names while others tried
to catch a glimpse of the newbies. As usual, the security crew handled the situation accordingly in order to
proceed promptly with the schedule.

They’re in the house gathered into the living room by the producer who captures their attention with a clasp
of his hands as he stands in front of the fireplace. "Alright everyone, tonight marks the first night of season two. We’ve got
our veterans over here-…"
he gestures to the couch on his left where all but one sit and then to his right where they
huddle around as much as possible, "…-and our newbies. For those who don’t know me, my name is Claude Fauré. You may
address me as anything you see fit. Once I assign you to a bedroom, you will be given a roommate and we’ll begin filming. Now-…”"

He goes through the list, telling each member of the cast where they’ll be staying before he pockets his cellphone
and gives them a look of warning. "“The cameras will be rolling at all times. I reiterate: at all times. Some moments may not
make the final cut but everything will be on film. Because the goal of this season is to prove that different species from different
Providences can in fact live in harmony, I would like to respectfully request that you hold yourself at some level of decency."
With one
last grin he snaps his fingers, ushering the cameramen into the room. "Now, you’ll have about half an hour to get your
things settled before the cameras start rolling so use them wisely."

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"For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice. To make an end is to make a beginning."
― T.S. Eliot


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If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where Dracen was the night before the first day of shooting or that he spent all that night on the phone with his manager clearing his schedule or how heartfelt his goodbye with his father was and all those meticulous details.There's no reason for it, if you want to know the truth. When the limousine pulls up in front of his house just after the sun breaches the horizon, Dracen leaves nothing but his car behind. The drive to the airport—if you must know—was long, long and uneventful. In fact, he spent most of it texting friends and coworkers or belting out lyrics to whatever song he recognized on the radio. He flew first class to New York and by the time he reached the studio, it was nearly noon. Walking in with McDonald's in hand, Dracen allowed himself to be pulled in all different directions as producers, make-up artists, and stylists fussed around him. He continues eating his nuggets even as he's pulled into a dressing room and handed an outfit to change into. His utter nonchalance about the whole thing is so completely contrasting compared to how he was at the start of the first season that's it's almost amusing. Abigail, his makeup artist, says as much when she enters the room.

"Who are you and what have you done with my dorky little bundle of sunshine?" she jests, setting up her kit as he tugs on the long-sleeved shirt he was given.

Dracen smiles, "I'm not all that different, Abby." In hindsight, perhaps, but the wyvern wasn't the scrawny little whelp of a lad he was a couple of years ago. Now that he has experience under his belt, he moves about the routine of a television star with an effortless fluidity. He sits back in the makeup chair as Abigail runs her fingers through his hair. Yes, hair. He has that this season.

"Says Mr. Rise to Fame-..." Abigail says, running a little gel through his hair and tousling it, giving it the sought after 'just crawled out of bed' look. She moved about the chair, making a few touch ups here and there but otherwise not caking him with foundation as she would anyone else.

There's a knock on the door and a stage-hand lets herself in, "Ten minutes, Mister Mallory."

"We know, we know-..." Abigail groans, shooing the stage-hand out the door with a wave of her hand. She turns back to Dracen and groans, "Pushy little interns"

"What's in ten minutes?" Dracen asks, his eyelids fluttering as Abigail combs his eyebrows.

"Photoshoot." she replies, "It's mandatory, I'm afraid-..." With a soft lead of her fingertips, she tips Dracen's head back and give him a warm smile. "You may be all grown up now but you know how they want you to act, don't you?"

"I have to play The Spazz, I know." he answers, eliciting a long suffering sigh, "Not that it'll be that hard. I always end up making a fool of myself one way or another, don't I?"

Abigail offers a comforting smile and pats his cheek, "You'll be fine, sweetie. Just go out there and be your lovable, goofy self."

And he does. As always Dracen delivers when it comes to portraying a hyperactive spazz. During the photoshoot he throws himself about the set, having fun with different poses and leaping into the air. When he modeled clothes he was never given this kind of freedom, but it came with becoming an actor. Next, the interview, and what fun that was. Perhaps the only thing that puts a smile on his face is the chance to see Spike and even then they don't get to talk much. Still, he sits beside her on the couch as he tells the live studio audience what he's been up to since season one let out. He listens and smiles, his grin causing his amber eyes to glow in the spotlight, as Spike talks about her own misadventures. Of course the two of them kept in touch since the show let out so he's heard all these stories. Regardless, he hasn't seen her in over a month so you can't blame him for missing his little flame-haired companion.

They sit beside one another on the plane and prattle on like old friends do, moving around in his seat in a completely animated way throughout the trip. They finally reach the Isles and are separated in three different limos. In the first is the veterans, lounging about lethargically as they drive down winding roads to get to the house. He has his head in Spike's lap, sprawled out in a tangle of awkward limps until they pull up in front of the impressive manor. Inside, they're ushered into the living room as their belongings are taken upstairs. He listens as Claude speaks, smiling as he talks because it's just so reminiscent of his first time on the show. As he assigns roommates and bedrooms, Dracen hears his name paired with a newbie he doesn't know. Not that he cares, mind, he's always open to meeting new people. He cannot wait to find out more about this Jericho Remington.

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Actually, years mean nothing. It's what's inside them.

~ Simon Van Booy

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It'd be a lie to say nothing notable happened in Spike's life since being off the show. In reality, a lot happened. And, unless you want to sit through hours upon hours of talking about gaming, here's the load-down. After leaving the show at the end of the season last year, Spike went on to, maybe not bigger but better things. Her channel made thousands of new viewers, making it even closure to the top of YouTube's Let's Play channels and making her eligible to become a partner and get sponsors. Upon all that, she was invited to many different cons where she even did a few autographs here and there. If that wasn't enough on her now more famous than uniquely average name, she was one of the voice overs in a small, but uniquely amazing, indie game called Cry. Not to mention the few premiers, cons, and cos-plays she went with Dracen. So, yes, Spike's vacation from the show was rather eventful. But she was more than happy to return and have another season recking havoc and making friends with Dracen. Now, the hardest part for Spike is moving back. She lived in a pent house apartment studio. By time she was done packing, she was surprised she had wooden floors. Of course, she took her gaming PC and gaming laptop. Her JVC Everio GZ camcorder plus her backup Canon Vixia HF camcorder. Not to mention countless other equipment like mic's, headsets, games, and clothes and other stuff like that. All she really left in the apartment was the furniture, appliances, and her very precious HD TV and HD computer monitors.

Going out to the car for the ride to the airport, Spike was more than ready. Last time, she was unprepared for what's to come and a bit out of it. But today, she woke up early and had two cups of coffee and a pop full of nothing but sugar. She wasn't just ready. She was born ready. The ride to the airport was just as boring to Spike as it would be anyone else. She spent most of her time playing Pokemon: Crystal on her old Game Boy Advance, attempting to watching The Neverending Story on her laptop, and reading up on her Batwoman comics. Reaching the airport and getting to the plane was both a pleasure and a pain in the ass. She exchanged a few greetings here and there to familiar faces, but eventually she squeezed through the crowd and got on the plane. The flight went just as the car ride to no prevail and she made it to the studio. Yada, yada, yada and Spike basically tells a slightly longer, yet quicker with her quick way of talking, version of what was just written above.

For the most part, Spike was quiet as everyone told their stories of what they did since being gone. There was a laugh here and there, an sympathetic 'Awh' around some parts. But, for the most part, she was quiet. Then, off the they went to head on to the place they'll call home for the next season. She was excited for two reasons instead of one this season. One, she gets to live with her best friend Dracen again! No more month long waits of needed interaction. And two, new people! From other countries! Spike just knows she's going to love meeting new people, monsters, from other countries. She can't wait to see them let alone hear their accents.

Once at the house and in the living room, face to face with the newbies, Spike tilted her head, only half listening to Claude as he talks about how they're going to be filming all the time and whatever. Spike couldn't care less. She makes YouTube videos, even if most of them is just Let's Plays with her facecam, for basically a living. Being in front of cameras is just natural. Of course, she perked up and listened to whom her roommate shall be. "Elizabeth. That's a pretty name." Spike couldn't help to think, looking over the newbies. She wondered who Elizabeth was.

Standing up from the couch after Claude finishes speaking. She stretches a little, starting to feel a bit tired now after such a long and eventually boring day. Then she looks to the newbies, a smile forming on her face. "So, which one of you noobs is Elizabeth?"

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Jericho sat uncomfortably the entire morning. As if it wasn't enough to be trapped on a plane for ten hours, but to be expected to act accordingly in front of cameras at all the right moments, that was a trip in itself. Not that Jericho really cared - or anything. In light of the great change that was about to occur, there was a part of the young man that felt relieved to get out. He had lived with his sister off and on, trying to support himself. It must've been his own fault, but at least now he hadn't much to worry about. Greater things were soon to come, but he couldn't bring himself to be grateful. Thankfully, his sister had dropped him off at the airport, painting on her best attitude.

"I'm really happy you're doing this."

Jericho stared at the dashboard of the Equinox for several seconds. "Yeah, me too." There was a bitterness in his voice, and it was clear June had caught it.

"Jer, please, try an-"

"Don't call me that," Jericho reached for the door handle abruptly.

"Jericho."

He paused, sitting back in his seat. The car went silent for a moment. June pulled a kerchief from her pocket and set it on his lap, knowing he'd forgotten to pack it. Jericho's shoulders fell. He took it, wrapping it around his hand like a bandage.

Before could say so much as a thank you, June had grabbed him around the back of the head, pulling him in to kiss him on the forehead as a mother might. He stifled a frown, pulling away soon after. Jericho then exited the car and pulled his things out the back. His sister had rolled down the window as if to look at him one more time.

"Goodbye, June." He made an effort to say anything at all. His throat was so dry, he thought it might dissolve. She didn't say goodbye in return, she only nodded and gave him her best reassuring smile. They both knew this was for the best. It was an odd departure, but it was over.

The plane ride was just as he'd expected. "Long," was probably the best word to use, along with many other colorful words Jericho would probably choose to describe it. As he was made up and rushed to the interview he knew this was it, this was the beginning of what he had signed up for and he had to get used to it. It wasn't hard for him to relax at this point. He knew the feeling of being in front of a camera, but never had the people behind the camera cared enough to hear what he had to say. So in a strange way, this was exciting.

There were several more transitions before the whole cast had arrived at the house. Jericho finally got to actually see everyone, few of which caught his attention. Though he was particularly eyeing the veterans, giving the scary looking one his crooked smile and a wink.

Claude began announcing roommates, and the Basilisk discovered he was rooming with one of the veterans. Dracen.

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"Friendship is born at that moment when one says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .""
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves


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Dracen was beginning to get restless in his seat once Claude left the room, sticking close to Spike as she addressed the newbies. Was he excited about meeting new people? Of course he was. If there was ever a crowning moment for his movement to end segregation, it was this. And yet, in hindsight, he had all the time in the world to get to know them. As conceited as it sounds, getting to know the newbies now without the camera rolling would be counter-productive. Dracen wants to get to know them—wants to ask about their culture, their lifestyle, what law dictate their providence in comparison to the United States. He wants to know all of that and more just-...not right now.

"We'll get that sorted later." he says as he stands, tugging on her wrist for her to follow, "Come on, I want to check out the backyard before the cameras are rolling."

"Alright then. See ya' later, newbies!" Spike says over her shoulder with a smile and a wave to the newbies before following after Dracen.

Perhaps it was the familiar setting or the looming presence of constant surveillance that had his mind going a mile a minute. Despite how much he may or may not have matured during the break between seasons, it would seem as though he was reverting back to his role without his consent. He was beginning to think as he once did, taking in little details from every corner of visible space, his mind reeling with thousands of thoughts at once. The sheer intensity of it was almost daunting, scary even. Maybe that's why he clung to Spike much as he did, taking her arm and lacing it with his own as he walked her to the gazebo outside. She was just as much a part of his season one facade as she was how he is off camera.

"So did you bring your camera gear with you?" he asks as they step under the shingled roof. Sprawling himself out on the couch, Dracen looks at her with a sidelong glance, his head facing upward as if he were looking at the stars. "Because, I gotta say, I wouldn't be the only fan disappointed if you just stopped making videos."

Stepping out of the house, Spike looked around the yard then up to the sky. It was just as nice as last season, not to mention the gazebo. Spike just loved gazebos to no end for almost no reason in particular. Walking into the gazebo and taking a seat, she watched Dracen as he talked, tilting her head ever so slightly. His question, though, almost made her laugh.

"Of course I brought my gear!" She said, shifting slightly in her seat. "I wouldn't just stop making videos because I joined the show for a second season."

With a grin that almost threatened to split his face in two he replied, "Oh thank God, you had me worrying for a second. Oh!" Dracen sits up suddenly, his eyes wide as his smile gets impossibly bigger. "You know what would be totally cool? I mean, you don't have to agree to it, it's your channel so you can do what you want, I'm not going to tell you how to do things-..." as his voice came out in a rush he paused, mentally slowing himself down so he doesn't trip over his own tongue as he's prone to do. "If you have a multiplayer game you want to do I could be a guest star? Maybe? I mean, I won't be any good but I always love gaming with you so why not hit two birds with one stone? What d'ya say?"

As Dracen talks, one of Spike's eyebrows slowly raise as a grin forms on her face. She can barely help herself from laughing. "Of course, dude!" She nearly yells. "I brought all the multiplayer games I owned just for this reason. And I'm sure my many subscribers would love a little guest star action from you, of everyone," She ends with a few laughs, mentally going through a list of all the multiplayer games she brought.

"Yes! I mean uhh-..." shrugging off his cry of excitement, he stammers, "Thanks Spike, I really appeciate it. Seriously, I can't wait." His eyes drift off for a moment before another thought pops in his head and he seemingly loses all filter, voicing it before he can really dwell on it. "Random thought—and this is like a general thing—we could play multi-players so much more if we could actually, like, live in the same apartment without the whole inter-species thing getting in the way. I mean, I still live with my pops. I've got all this money coming in and no where to spend it because I'm too lame to live on my own. We could totally pull a How to Train your Dragon and sneak me into your place so I could move in with you instead of living in South Cacalaki." he sighs, long suffering, "But I digress. Hey, you still living in that super cool condo?"

Spike laughs at Dracen's cry of excitement. It always makes her smile when seeing someone so excited to play video games. It makes her feel like she's doing something right. At the next thing to come, Spike tilts her head to the side, watching Dracen speak. He's got a point. "Nah, I moved into this big pent house studio thing now. It's way more open and gots room for all my gear. But, you gotta point there," She pauses a moment before a smile comes to her face. "Hey, isn't that why we're here on the show?"

"Mhmm-..." he nods, "Supposedly this season is supposed to be about how species from different Providences can come together and live in harmony without the threat of-...I guess war? I don't know. Anyway, I'm all for it. I don't want to live in a world where I can't grow old with my best friend in a studio apartment just because she's a phoenix. I want to be able to come home to you ranting over campers, if I wanted to. I mean, right? Even the continents are segregated. It's ridiculous."

Despite all seriousness, Spike can't help but to giggle here and there. It's not the topic itself that's funny, but it's the way Dracen puts his words together and expresses himself that is funny. "Yeah. It's crazy," She pauses for a moment to gather her own thoughts. "I mean, we were all put here for a reason, right? Like, why separate what was made to be together? Sure, there's going to be some people who don't get along, it happens. But some could become truly close friend," She pauses again, smiling at Dracen. "Like us, buddy. We just gotta stick it to all those haters and make friends or more these season!" She ends her inspirational little speech with laughter.

"Yeah!" Dracen throws his fist in the air, his smile so wide and bright that it could give the Cheshire Cat a run for its money. He leans forward then, propping his elbows on his knees before casually running a hand through his hair. "Weird who they picked to come back though, right?" he says with a smile that just oozes gossip, "You and I, sure. We're fun. Aiden; he was a crowd favorite. But Ellie? She doesn't even like people of her own kind. Why do you think she agreed to come back? I mean, if anyone, I would've asked Veronica. You know?"

"Yeah," Spike nods, thinking back to the people from last season before a smile comes to her face at the mention of Veronica, her eyebrow raising ever so slightly. "Right, you'd like Veronica to return, wouldn't you?" She tries to hold in laughter the best she can. "She was just so pretty, right? Right? And didn't you guys have a little...thing?" At this, she nearly bust out laughing. "But, yeah, I'm just as surprised they asked Ellie, even more surprised she agreed. But, maybe she changed since last season? I mean, like, I never really had a problem with her. Plus, you can't deny she's pretty attractive," She ends with a shrug.

As he's teased about Veronica, Dracen purses his lips. There a ghost of a smile in his pout and a light flush in his cheeks at the mention of it but he doesn't interject, hearing Spike out as she talks about their abrasive co-star. "Attractive as she may be-..." he teases, smirking at his friend's taste in women, "...-she still scares me. Not that I have a problem with her either, mind, but she's not really up there on my 'people I want to talk to' list. I think she tolerates me more than anything. Know what I mean?"

Spike nods, a small smile plastered on her face. "Yeah, I guess so," Her smile grows into a small grin. "But you know who is going to need to deal with her for a while. I almost feel bad for her," She says, referring to the roommate list.

"Oh to get Aiden as her roommate?" Dracen asks with an open-mouthed laugh. "How long do you think it'll take for her to snap and throw something at him?"

"Hmm," Spike puts her hand on her chin, looking up and acting as if she's really giving it thought. "I give them to tomorrow night. Hell, maybe even tonight," She gives a huff of a laugh.

"I give her a week-..." he retorts, his tone as grave as though he made some official proclamation. "Ol' girl has a lot of fire in her but she's patient." Whisky colored eyes roam and fall on the house and he sighs with the reminder that it's actually there. Dracen checks his phone for the time and groans, "Uhh, we'd better not keep our newbies waiting." He stands and offers a hand to Spike as if its second nature, "You need any help unpacking?"

Taking his hand and standing, Spike shakes her head. "Nah, I can manage. It's not that much stuff."

Dracen smiles and nods, pulling her in close as they walk back towards the house. They fall mockingly in stride, crossing their legs over one another's with every step. When Dracen almost stumbles he turns his face towards Spike's cheeks and leaves open-mouthed kisses, noming on her face and making the sound affects to match. Spike, on the other hand, makes a grossed out face, sticking her tongue out slightly. Their laughter echoes throughout the day room as they enter the house, walking arm and arm up the stairs until they go their separate way.

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If anything was clear, it was that Eleniel was not one to play. Exhaling, he untied the kerchief that had been fastened around his palm. Jericho glanced around one last time at the other newbies. He could go on and try to interact, but it just wasn't worth it. He'd have a chance later on. However, Dracen lingered around the edges of his mind for a while. There were only two men amid the veterans. He could have been the one that had been bouncing around all day, or the one with the big lips and curly hair. He figured he'd find out eventually, and with that he began heading off to find his room.

The house was large, much larger than Jericho had really even thought about, but it was built for twelve people, so sooner or later it wouldn't seem so big. The young Basilisk turned a few corners, finding the kitchen and dining room, and soon the stairs. He went up to search for the bedrooms, which were all lined plainly in rows. Bedroom two, Jericho reminded himself. It obviously didn't take long at all to find it. The room was grand, much nicer than he would have thought in the first place. On top of that, it was comforting to see his things had made it safely. He chose the bed nearest the door, and pulled his suitcase onto the blue lounge chair. He decided he'd unpack later.

Jericho pulled out his box of cigarettes and a lighter and threw them lazily on to the nearest night stand. He spotted something else. Packed neatly in the corner of his suit case was one of those historical fiction books June had been nagging him to read. Master and God by Lindsey Davis. Attached to it was a note that read:

"I thought you should take this as
something to ease your mind at night.
Please treat it well and have a good time. =P
Sincerely, June"


Jericho cleared his throat. Pulling the note from the cover, he placed it between the pages. The Basilisk sat on the side of his bed and flipped through the book thoughtfully. It was best now, to wait for his roommate to arrive.

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"Be genuinely interested in everyone you meet and everyone you meet will be genuinely interested in you"
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The moment whisky colored eyes catch the embroidered two on the door, Dracen finds it almost difficult to breathe. What if he can’t do this? What if he’s nothing but a nuisance and he ruins this one chance in making someone from another providence—another species—like him? Plummeting in a torrent of self-doubt and negative thinking, his gaze fall to his hand. Its shaking, scant inches away from the doorknob, fingers poised to grasp it. Alright Drace, don’t overthink this. He’s just a regular guy-…right? He might even be hot. Just go in there and be yourself. Before he can convince himself otherwise—before he can recollect exactly where ‘being himself’ has gotten him in the past—he thrusts open the door and walks over the threshold.

In regards to the room, it’s not any more extravagant that the rooms from season one or any of the hotel rooms he had to stay in during a shoot. Dracen knew the fate of his side of the room. As soon as he dove into his belongings there would be an assortment of different photographs, newspaper clippings, posters, movie tickets—anything of sentimental value really—all hanging up on the wall. His navy blue duvet would be sprawled over the mattress and he’d pull his pillow out of his suitcase because he can’t sleep without his pillow. Damn it Drace-…focus. His gaze falls to the young man perched on the bed with a book in his hand and an overall countenance of ‘I hate the world and all who inhabit it’ about him.

Softly shutting the door behind him, he puts on a meek smile and shoves his hands deep in his pockets. Just one foot in front of another-... he thinks as he inches forward. When he’s caught his roommate’s attention his smile broadens and he pulls a hand out to offer a shy wave, ”Uhh-…hey.” You're kinda hot. ”I’m Dracen. Wyvern. United States. You must be Jericho-...”

Reacting to the click of the door, Jericho felt his muscles stiffen. He slid the book under his pillow, failing to draw the attention of his new roommate away from it. It was obviously an awkward transition for the both of them. Jericho stood as he was taught, though there was a slight unsurety to the way he moved. The sight before him held a young man with brown hair, not nearly as dark as his own. He was only a little taller, but barely enough to notice. And just as Jericho had thought before, he was in fact the bouncy one.

Jericho swallowed past the lump in his throat and gave a smile that didn’t meet his eyes. ”Jericho Remington,” he returned, his heavy cockney accent warping the pronunciation of his name. “Basilisk, England.” He extended his hand in the proposal of a handshake.

Taking the hand presented to him, Dracen’s meager smile erupted into an outright grin. “Whoa, you’re a Basilisk? And here I am not knowing Parseltongue-…” The brunet pales suddenly, his smile diminished to nothing as fear has him stricken stiff. “Was that racist? Species-ist? Crap, I’m worse than this than I thought. Fuck.” He lets go of Jericho’s hand as his palms start to sweat. Attempting to cover his embarrassment with a chuckle does nothing to ease his anxiety. In fact, it elicits a dose of projectile word vomit; a spiel he’s sure will embarrass him forever. “It’s just, you know, your accent is really cool and you’re actually not that bad looking like—at all—and on top of that you’re one of my favorite species of water-type monsters and I should really stop talking before you start to think I'm a total freak-…” As if to prevent himself from doing so, he inhales to catch his breath before tucking his lips in and out of sight.

Jericho’s jaw tightens into a smile, a light chuckle escaping by an exhale. For a moment he seemed a little more authentic. ”Well it isn’t everyday I can say I’ve met a dragon.” Jericho rubbed the back of his neck, the craving for a cigarette beginning to kick in. “Can’t say I know Parseltongue either, I suppose that’s what happens when you don’t pay attention in school.” He plays another fake smile.

Dracen is beyond relieved that he didn’t totally offend the guy; that much was evident. His ears prickle at the sound of the Brit’s laughter, his heart leaping with exuberance knowing Jericho might actually have a sense of humor. Plus, he recognized the Harry Potter reference. How cool is that!? “I still can’t believe you’re a badass python, dude, that’s crazy.” he says on a grin, “I hate to disappoint you so early though—‘cause you know I usually like to wait until someone takes a liking to me before I crush their dreams—but I’m not technically a dragon. I’m more of a snake with wings, if that makes sense? I mean, I have two legs. But I’m a totally softie compared to dragons like the Fire-Drakes. Oh! Like, Ellie. She’s one.”

“Snake with wings, eh?” Jericho’s pocket began to buzz loudly. “All I’ve got is a beak.” His replies became mumbles as his focus shifted. The Basilisk pulled the cell out and checked the caller ID. It was June. “Shit - I have to take this.” He glanced up at Dracen with the most apologetic expression he could make before answering, which was saying very little. Then began the one-sided conversation that he didn’t want to have. She was agitated, and went on for what felt like forever.

“Sorry.” He cut off the voice coldly. “Look, I haven’t had any time-...” Jericho sat on the edge of the bed, fighting back a frown. ”June.” He avoided looking at Dracen during the drawn out pause where the tiny voice took over. He knew this wouldn’t make a good impression. “Well I’m alive! Calm the fuck down!” He retorted. Yet another pause and Jericho’s face twisted into regret. “No, no, no, that’s not necessary-... June.”

Nodding in understanding, Dracen backed away to give Jericho some privacy, pulling out what he called his ‘sentiment suitcase’ where he’d packed everything he couldn’t leave his house without. As the Basilisk spoke into the phone, he tore the comforter from his bed by the window and folded it neatly before tucking it under the bed draping his navy blue duvet over the white sheets. His pillow came next, tossed atop the four pillows that’d occupied the head of the bed already. Still, even as he made the bed, half of his attention was on Jericho—made obvious by the snort of a laugh as his roommate swore. He’s been there, honestly, so he empathized with the guy. Still, he kept himself busy with unpacking to give Jericho an allure of privacy despite their close quarters.

“So watch the fucking show and you won’t have to call.” He sighed. ”I’m hanging up now.” The phone beeped and the call was over. Jericho tossed the iPhone across the bed and traded it out for the box of cigarettes. He examined them, counting how many were left. ”Seventeen.” He muttered to himself. He didn’t want to seem like the phone call effected him.

”Cigarettes don’t taste the same in America,” Jericho said aloud, “did you know that?” He spread himself out across the bed, trying to leave behind his old attitude. The Basilisk looked over at Dracen, who seemed content with designing his new living space. It was amusing to watch, but Jericho didn’t let the smile through.

As the phone conversation continues, Dracen makes quick work of his shoes—toeing them off as he delves into the suitcase for thumbtacks and wall ornaments. Decorating his space to feel more like home was always therapeutic for him, both during and after the assembly process. For one thing, it helps him focus, demanding all of his attention to ensure that nothing falls in the middle of the night. As far as Dracen was concerned, it was all organized chaos. Anything involving a memory is placed above his bed so he can look at it whenever he’s in the room. Posters and paintings of nature scenes—of which he has an abundance—are hung on the ceiling so it’s the last thing he sees before he falls asleep. Though it seems ridiculous in the eyes of others, it’s kept him from many a sleepless night. Nature’s always had that effect on him, he supposed.

He’s tacking posters on the ceiling when Jericho ends the call, thumbtacks held between his lips as artisan fingers skim across the wall’s surface. Despite how focused he is, he reacts immediately to the Brit’s inquiry, snapping his head to the side and emitting a muffled, ”Wha-…?” before all of the tacks fall from his lips.

Groaning, he mutters a soft curse and scrambles to pick them up, a poster of an oceanic landscape falling behind the headboard as a result. Dracen straightens immediately once all eight are accounted for, standing on the mattress as if it were any other floor, finally looking Jericho in the eye now that the crisis is averted. ”Sorry dude, not a smoker. I’ll tell you what is universal though-…” he jumps down from the bed, getting on his hands and knees with his back towards his roommate as he reaches for the poster that sank beneath the bed. ”Whoever June is, she obviously cares about you. My pops was the same way my first day of season one. Totally flipped out because I hadn’t called to say I made it to the house.” Letting out a victorious cry of “Aha!” when he seizes the poster, Dracen jumps to his feet and shoots Jericho a smile that just oozes self-pride. Getting back on the bed to adorn his ceiling, he prattles on as if he hadn’t been a complete and utter klutz, “Family’s like that, you know? Unless of course she’s not family-…” he quickly adds, making an effort to keep his eyes upward. ”Which is totally cool.” Not to mention completely devastating and a total waste. ”But yeah, the cigarettes probably don’t taste the same because our tobacco just sucks in comparison. I doubt it ages well.”

Fiddling with the box, the Basilisk continues to watch Dracen resiliently recover some of the fallen posters. Another chuckle managed to escape him. “You’re going to lose an eye if you’re not careful,” Jericho says, disregarding the Wyvern’s agreement on the awful tobacco. He let his head fall back to stare at the blank ceiling above him, holding this position for several seconds. ”She's my older sister,” he finally adds. The patronizing speech from his new roommate wasn’t exactly something Jericho wanted to hear, especially from some git he just met. ”She’s only got nine years over me, I don’t see why she has to be so…parental.”

Smirking at the jest, Dracen continues his ministrations with brows furrowed in concentration. When Jericho tells him the person on the phone was his sister, he catches the wyvern’s attention. Being an only child himself, he didn’t know what it was like having an older sibling to watch over him or a younger sibling to protect. Though, from the Basilisk’s tone, Dracen would wager that the former wasn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. “I wouldn’t know, dude-…” he says on a shrug, an amused grin lighting up his features. “Cross-breeding usually leaves for a single egg in the batch.”

Jericho’s crooked smile appears, allowing himself another glance in the direction of Dracen. Spoken as a tease, he says, ”Enough about me, what about your parents? What’s it like living in a family of softie-dragons?” He sat up all the way, propping himself against the large headrest. Dracen was doing a thorough job tacking, from what the Basilisk could see, it looked as though he had nearly every inch above his bed covered in some form of a memory. The iPhone began to buzz again, but all Jericho did was turn off the ringer. He knew it was probably June or his father, but he could really care less.

“S’just me and dad, actually.” he replies with nonchalance, leaning back on his heels to revel in his handiwork. With a nod he deemed it ready and flopped down on the mattress, his legs crossed and his effervescent eyes trained on the Basilisk lounging on the opposite bed. “He’s one of the only wyverns I know. Veronica from last season, she was one, but she’s a total sweetheart compared to my old man. Guess growing up on your own does that to a person. Still though, I know wyverns are supposed to be these pacifistic spirits of nature and all but we can be badass when we want to be. I mean, you know what they say. Mother Nature’s a bitch.”

”So your mum left, huh?” Jericho asks, memories of his own childhood pressing to the front of his train of thought. ”What kind of monster was she?” Now that Dracen was relaxed, the energy in the room felt a lot more comfortable.

His smile was a ghost of what it once was at Jericho’s topic of choice. Dracen hated a lot about himself but the one thing he liked—the one habit that he was content with—was his seemingly effortless, long-winded prose. He could say more on a single breath than most could in four. And yet, out of everything he’d said, Jericho chose the whole ‘mother’ issue to backpack on. It was a bit disappointing, to say the least, perhaps a bit upsetting. Dracen was usually a vivacious person by nature. Bringing up memories of his late mother didn’t really put him in the best spirits. He shrugs on a muse, Misery loves company, I guess.

“Urulóki-...” says Dracen, “Fire-Drakes are creatures of habit and tradition so her family wasn’t really supportive of her marrying my father because of the whole inter-species thing. They disowned her. Wouldn’t even show up to her funeral.”

It hadn’t occurred to Jericho that Dracen might be sensitive to the question, but it struck him immediately when he noticed. There was a long pause. ”I shouldn’t have brought it up - sorry.” He looked the Wyvern in the eyes, to make up for his poor apology. “My mother left so I just assumed-...” Jericho swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat there for a minute, his gaze trailing to his feet. This was probably the best time to unpack.

“Don’t worry about it Jericho-...” Dracen says with a smile. Though it doesn’t reach his ears it’s meant to comfort the Basilisk. Well, it would if the guy bothered to look at him. Pocketing his phone, Dracen stands and opens his arms to his roommate; an action that immediately captures Jericho’s attention. When all he receives is an incredulous look in return, the wyvern beckons him in with a wave of his hands. “Come on dude, you totally owe me. I’m a softie-dragon, remember? I have to get my cuddle in sometime and we can either hash it out now or when the cameras are rolling, it’s up to you.”

The look on Jericho’s face could be compared to that of somebody who was just asked to rob a bank, and it was quite possible that Jericho would have handled robbing a bank a lot better than this. He shook his head, standing up to meet Dracen’s height. “Fuck off,” he groaned, grabbing the lighter that sat on the nightstand and making his way to the door of their room.

Dracen harrumphs, whisky-colored eyes sizing the Basilisk up as his arms fall limp at his side. So much for comforting the dude. His eyes flash, golden light shining like glow sticks as he hisses an almost reptilian sound. Its animalistic quality could be mistake as a challenge if he hadn’t put his hands up like little serpent puppets by his head. Laughing at himself, he meanders to the foot of the bed where his suitcase is and begins to unpack. There’s ten minutes until show time and, from the looks of it, he’ll be spending it alone.

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Jericho found himself staring at the several cameramen for quite a few minutes. It was almost as if he were trying to decide how he was really going to cope with being filmed like this. He couldn’t dwell much longer on the thought, knowing he’d find some clever way to stress himself out.

Rolling his shoulders back, Eleniel caught his eye. She barely looked at Jericho, but it was enough to draw him towards her. What else was there to do around here? It was better than being locked up with Spazzy, that was for sure. The Basilisk tailed silently and unhurriedly behind her, but only after she had fully left his field of vision. When he had caught up, she had already begun brewing herself some of tea. Eleniel was taller in person, but examining her fully, Jericho could now see she was wearing heels. He pulled up a stool, and lazily leaned against the counter. Perhaps this was the best place for his first scene, or rather their first scene.

”Are you going to make me a cup?” Jericho asked, letting his gaze trail down her full height in a faintly provocative way.

Eleniel was still drinking from her warm cup when she spotted Jericho coming closer. She simply starred at the newbie as he leaned casually on the counter. Refusing to acknowledge him she continued to drink her tea, until he began speaking. As soon as she saw Jericho's gaze on her as she did similarly before, she rose an eyebrow and gave him a sharp look not being particularly fond of being checked out. Shortly after, Eleniel heard footsteps approaching behind, it wasn't until she spotted one of the female newbies that Eleniel let out another sigh. She listened as Fen spoke with a smile but responded with a simple short and straight to the point response towards both newbies who clearly mistook her by someone willing to play along.

"If you're trying to make a new friend, you are clearly looking for the wrong monster." She said nonchalantly before she threatened both with her fire drake eyes, her eyes turned green with an iris the color of blood similar to a burning fire. Eleniel wasn't there to make any friends or allies this time around, hell she didn't even know why she was there in the first place. She slowly poured herself more tea before she turned her gaze back at both newbies hoping they'd take a hint.

”Who said I wanted to be friends?” Jericho eyed her further. Almost testing the waters, curious as to see how far he could go and what Miss Eleniel would do next. Not soon after the Basilisk had spoken, another young lady had come around to join them. Jericho, placed where he was, probably wasn’t seen immediately, and that explained why this girl had only greeted Elleh, but Jericho still took on his faux offense.

“What so I don’t exist anymore?” Cocking his head, he looked over at Fen with a wrinkled nose. He crossed his legs and propped his head up with an arm, looking over the Hsien with what could have be disinterest. All of his looks fell to be ambiguous, but it really depended on how you viewed him.

Eleniel made a disapproving sound as Jericho responded to her obvious rejection. All she wanted was to enjoy her cup of hot tea, quietly and calmly before the cameras started rolling but all that had clearly gone out the window. "Good-..." she said shortly and straight to the point before she took another sip and starred at the remaining dark liquid on her cup, "-that ought to save you some disappointment later on." She paused for a few seconds before she starred at the Hsien who stood not too far away. "The same goes to you." Eleniel said not beating herself around the bushes and with a sharp tongue.

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All of his things are packed. With that out of the way, Dracen took it upon himself to tuck his briefcases under his bed, tucking them deep so he could still utilize the space. And because that's just how his life works, that's the exact moment someone pounds on the door causing him to jump and hit the back of his head against the bottom of the bed frame. He swears aloud, springing up from under the bed to rub the growing bump at the back of his head. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" he hears from the other side of the door and Dracen recognizes who it is right away. Opening the door only confirms his assumptions when he's met face to face with Benjy Lludd. He's thwarted in his attempt to greet the young man when he goes off on a semi-hysterical tangent at the sight of Dracen nursing the bump on the back of his head. "Drace, man, I am so sorry. I had no idea I was going to startle you like that! Are you okay? Are you bleeding? I can go grab a first aid-..."

"Benjy, Benjy-..." Dracen interjects, showing the him his hands, "No harm, no foul. I'm not even bleeding."

"Oh good-..." Benjy breathes a sigh of relief before spilling out more projectile word vomit, "Because you know Claude would have my head if I managed to hurt one of his veterans before the cameras even started rolling. Speaking of which, I need your help. We start filming in less than five minutes and Claude says the garden looks like shit. Do you think maybe you could lend us some of your super cool Wyvern voodoo so the garden doesn't, you know, look like shit?"

Dracen is perhaps the only person in the house that can catch up with Benjy's ramblings without having to ask him to repeat himself. He used to be the same way. In retrospect, that's probably the reason they're close friends. "Yeah, sure thing. Just show me where it is." He feels no hesitance in leaving his room considering the circumstances. Though the meet and greet with his new roommate started off alright, it seemed to spiral downward rather fast. Dracen would bet his next pay check that Jericho can't stand him. Contrariwise, he can't bring himself to care. In a week he'll get a new roommate and he won't have to put up with the Debby Downer as much.

With his hands shoved deep in his pockets, the wyvern is led outside whilst Benjy goes through a roll call of every plant they have, all of which Dracen recognizes. Not that he ever took a botany class, mind, he's just always been able to identify and nurture any plant he's ever come across. Call it hereditary if you will, just another perk of being a not-quite-dragon. "Are any of them dying?"

The question seems to derail Benjy for a moment but he quickly regains his bearings. "From what Claude said the petals are all wilting."

Dracen smirks, "Claude's always been a stickler for appearances."

"Yeah no kidding-..." Benjy snorts, "He said he'll hire a better gardener if he has to."

"That probably won't be necessary." His words don't quite make it out of his mouth however, not as he walks through the archway and into the garden. It's one of the most beautiful gardens he's ever seen, an organized yet chaotic mess of gorgeous orchids, daffodils, roses, violets, lilacs-...every flower that could even be considered remotely pleasing to the eye was here. There had to be at least one hundred square feet in the garden with winding paths of ever-changing highlights features a rich palette of perennials, shrubs, trees and bulbs. Lights were strung up on trees, giving a soft luminescence to the space, making it almost romantic in appeal.

"So what do you think?" asks Benjy, successfully killing his buzz. "It's just-...Claude wanted to know how long it would take."

"Give me half an hour." he replies offhandedly, offering a Benjy a soft smile as he turns on his heels to rush out of the garden. "Oh hey! Benjy!" The lanky young man whips his head around so fast he winces and Dracen can do nothing but offer an apologetic smile. "Let Claude know he won't have to hire a gardener. I'll manage the upkeep."






Minutes later, Claude is standing amongst the production crew, gathering all of the cameramen and getting status reports on all of the equipment. Benjy shuffles up to relay the news and it brings a smile to the man's face however short-lived it is. With a wave of his hand, the cameramen scatter like roaches in a bright room and Claude projects his voice loudly enough to be heard throughout the entire house. "Alright everyone! It's showtime! Don't be nervous just act as you would normally. And for the love of God, don't look into the camera. We're rolling in three-...two-..."



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So far so good. Isis has managed to make a friend without making a fool of herself and she was more than grateful for that. Tucking a dark strand of hair behind her ear, Isis followed Fen down the stairs and into the living room. During their descent, she thought about how easy this might actually be. Never would she have thought that it would be so simple to interact with a species that was not her own. When she stepped foot into this house, she had no idea what to expect, but now there was a twinkle of hope shining inside of her. It made her feel as though she'd been right when she told Geb that it's possible to coexist with people that were different. If Fen was this sweet, she could only imagine how her other housemates would be.

"I'm just going to pop into the kitchen to see what I can find." Fen stated, punctuating it with a small wave. Isis didn't want her go, but she didn't voice her distress lest she risk sounding clingy. Instead of latching onto Fen like she wanted to, Isis offered her best smile and waved her a farewell of her own. As soon as her lovely roommate was gone, she allowed her smile to fade away and uncertainty to claim dominion over her exotic features.

Alone, Isis began to wander, allowing her legs to just carry her to God knows where. Ironically, she found herself outside, feeling the cool breeze caress her skin as she trekked down the path. She took a deep breath, the familiar sent of lilacs tickling her nostrils and soon she was faced with a plethora of them along with peonies and sunflowers and wow...it was beautiful. The garden was laden with life ranging from the bright and beautiful to the herbal and healthy. She's never seen anything so beautiful in her entire life. Awed, our little emissary meandered down the path, basking in the array of fragrances and textures. She was already thinking of various medicines she could make with all of these choices at her disposal. However, her train of thought was derailed when a male voice reached her ears. Turning her head, her eyes fell on none other than the Dracen Mallory. To her, he was one of the most memorable people on the season's show aside from Aidan. She related to his 'spazziness' when she tuned in every week and it just felt a little surreal to see him in person...talking to flowers in a strange tongue, no less.

Amongst the dim fluorescent lights, Dracen’s eyes shine like gilded glow sticks as his gaze travels over the wilted petals. His hands follow suit, lithe fingers hovering over dried out leaves and fragile stems. There’s starvation in these plants he can feel; the soil so desiccated that his own throat constricts and dries out in empathy. For a moment, his brows furrow in anger. No self-respecting gardener would let their plants get this dehydrated. Claude was right to fire that douchebag-… he thinks, crouching down in front of a hydrangea bush. Glowing hues glisten ever brighter as he summons all of his will and whispers, ”Lul Naram Veyr.” the words leaving his lips like golden dust that shroud the plants in a thin and sparkling veil. The flowers bloom around him, rejuvenated and vibrant. Dracen smiles at the effervescent vibrance of the flowers, completely enthralled by the sight—so much so that he doesn't notice that he'd no longer alone. ” Til, pah pruz. Frolok vir malbrii hi los.” he says, cooing over the plants and they quiver excitedly at the sound of his voice.

"Um..." Isis piped up. "Hi?"

Startled, Dracen jumps back and flails as he does, his head snapping to the side to catch sight of a young woman he's never seen before. She's beautiful really, but Dracen was never one to deny a compliment to someone who deserved it. And she's just standing there. Oh my God. She saw me talking to plants. She probably thinks I'm such a freak. Embarrassment is evident in the shaky smile plastered on his face. "Uh-...hey” he replies, rubbing the back of his neck. ” I uhh-...please don't think I'm weird? I'm a-...I'm a Wyvern. A Nature spirit? I talk to plants, it's kind of my, you know, thing.” He shakes his head and shuts himself up before he can make himself out to be an even bigger weirdo. Offering his hand to her, his smile turns more genuine, "My name's Dracen Mallory. You must be one of the newbies.”

Isis takes his hand, shaking it as a soft smile stretches across her face. "I know you...I mean, I don't know you, but I've seen the show and so I've seen you...on it?" She laughs at herself for being so starstruck. "I'm sorry, now I'm being weird. I'm Isis Neferet, the emissary." Pulling her hand away, she anxiously tucks an imaginary strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze shifting to the hydrangeas that Dracen was previously conversing with. "I'm sorry for interrupting your conversation with the hydrangeas. I'm sure it was stimulating."

"More for them than me-..." Dracen quips before tossing a gaze over his shoulder to check on them. His shout was slowly fading but that didn't worry him, the effects would last long enough to keep them nourished until he could return tomorrow and water them. Turning his attention back on the young woman, his smile broadens, "...-but trust me, you're not bothering me. I'd actually like the company. You know, if that's alright. I probably weirded you out back there speaking in tongues."

"I think intrigued is a more appropiate term," Isis reassures him with a friendly grin. "What was that anyway? It's like they were enjoying whatever it was you were saying."

"It's Dovahzul-..." Dracen replies, "A language passed down through every Wyvern bloodline. My old man says it helps us channel our power, let's us speak to the environment. It's good for almost anything: talking to plants, controlling the weather, even calming down animals. But I like that I can give these flowers the strength they need to flourish until I can hydrate them."

Another nature based species. It's like Christmas! Isis' eyes sparkle with interest as he lists the effects of his natural abilities. She almost envied him for it. "Wow," she beamed, resisting the urge to clasp her hands together and jump with excitement. She had to contain herself and be cool. But as soon as she calls her mom, she's going to definitely fangirl. "That sounds amazing. Say something in Dovahzul." She says eagerly before catching herself and reeling her excitement back in. "Please?"

Dracen beams at the emissary's excitement. He almost feels bad considering he hadn't asked her anything about herself. "Zu'u dreh ni mindok fos hi laan zey wah saag." he says, looking much too proud of himself. Not because he could do it, mind you, but because of what he'd said. Though incredibly sarcastic, the lopsided grin didn't last long before his expression changes almost completely, revealing a smile of immense gratitude and relief. Not only were they getting along without thinking he was some kind of menace to society, but she actually thought his powers were cool! No one ever asked him to speak Dovah, not even when they caught him using it on plants and animals. It was all so-...surreal. "You know, no one's ever taken an interest in my species before. People don't really consider us to be dragons since we're seen as big softies. It's-...nice to be acknowledged, you know? So-...thanks."

Isis listened to the words effortlessly flow from his lips and although she has no idea what he's saying, she likes the way it sounds. She doesn't know what it is about the way it sounds, but it makes her want to know more about this species. How they came to be? What's the history behind this strange tongue? Where the hell can she learn it? Oh her mother is going to get an ear-full tonight. Her bright grin softens, however, when Dracen displays gratitude for her curosity. "Lucky for you, I have a fascination for the unknown. It's the reason I'm here, really. If it wouldn't trouble you...I'd like to learn more about your species. Maybe you can teach me how to speak a little bit of Dovah, just enough to impress my family back in Egypt."

"Absolutely! Here-..." Dracen grabs her hand and leads her to a rose bush that seemed to be suffering the same fate the hydrangeas had. His smile is infectous, splitting his face in half as the corners stretch from ear to ear. He's more excited than he's ever been. Even flying for the first time couldn't compare. What fun was having all this power when you had no one to share it with? "I'll teach you a shout of mine." he says, falling to his knees in front of the bush. "Pops said his mother referred to it as the 'Call of Nature'. When I was growing up I thought if I used it I could make someone piss themselves but my dad didn't think it was funny. He put me straight though, told me I could use it to bring plants to life and encourage them to grow." With an encouraging smile, he tugs her down beside him and gathers some soil, showing it to her. She's an emissary-... he muses, ...-it's safe to assume she knows a thing or two about nature. "The soil's all dried up, see? There're no nutrients in it at all. With the right words I can coax it a little, put enough in there to keep the flowers alive for a while."

If she was excited before, she was over the moon now. Screw keep your cool when given an opportunity like this. She's smiling so hard that her cheeks ache from it and thought they hurt, she can't stop. Dracen was far nicer in person than on television and she was happy to add him to her growing list of new nature based friends. Without hesitation, Isis follows him to the rose bush, furrowing her brows at the disgraceful condition they're in. She stares at he soil, tempted to use a quick spell to fix the problem, but she was being a student right now, learning the ways of the Wyvern. She looks up from the soil, her emerald eyes twinkling with fascination. "Show me?"

With a nod Dracen turns his attention to the soil, his eyes glowing once more as he taps into his spark. This 'spark', as he calls it, is something every Wyvern has—what everyone has, he'd wager. Walking around disguised as humans leaves their true forms bottled up more often than not, leaving each species a harbinger of something bigger. At least, that's how Dracen sees it. He'd made a half hour long video on his channel about it and it's what he focuses on whenever he puts power behind his words. Words like, ”Lul Naram Veyr.” Just as before, his breath leaves him in whisps of some substance similar to the fairy dust you see in every Peter Pan movie. In seconds the soil darkens falls from his hands like water, healthy and rich with new found nutrients. He smiles, satisfied, and turns his glowing eyes to his new companion. ”For Wyverns, a shout is how we use our power. We utilize our language as a siphon, almost. Three words usually do the trick, but they must relate to your intent in some way-...like the 'Call of Nature'. We use it to rehydrate the earth, make it flourish. In English 'Lul' means flora, 'Naram' means swell, and 'Veyr' means bloom."

Isis watches intently as the whisps of light swirl from Dracen's lips to the soil in his palms, nurturing it. She's in awe as the dirt darkens and crumbles out of Dracen's fingers. "Lul Naram...Veyr, she repeats, tasting the words with a grin. "I got it. It's kind of like a spell." Her hand touches the moist soil, feeling the difference on her fingertips. "Your species would be really beneficial for my people. Emissaries need nature and to have your kind nurture and preserve the earth like that would give us ample resources. Your species is just amazing, Dracen." She means it, being an emissary was all fine and dandy, but to have the power to do so much for nature was a blessing. "What else can you teach me?"

”Anything you want really. I can even let you ride me sometime-..." Dracen pales after a beat, his eyes widening and his cheeks flushing a brilliant crimson as the double entendre hits him like a frieght train. ”Uhh-..that's not what I meant! I meant, like, ride on my back while all scaley and stuff not-.... Oh my God-..." he shuts himself up, moving down the line of flowers and using his shout on the daffodils. ”Anyway, embarrassing misinterpretations aside, I think you're right. When I heard we'd be getting magic users this season I hit the books for a while, learned more about your race. Don't sell emissaries so short, Isis. They're amazing. Really. And just think-..." he pauses, reviving another patch of flowers, ”If Wyverns and Emissaries got together we could totally fix this whole global warming fiasco. It doesn't take a scientist to see that the earth is dying, you know? I can feel it. My entire species can feel it-..." he whispers another shout and looks to Isis, steamrolling on, ”You can probably feel it too. All we need is this stupid segregation to end so all the different species can interact, join together in a way that benefits the world as a whole-..." he sentence ends on a chuckle as he stops himself, [color=#7D3938]”Sorry I'm-...I'm rambling." After rejuvenating the sunflowers, Dracen turns to Isis, offering a meek smile as an apology. ”I must be talking your ear off. Uhh-...maybe I could teach you some phrases in Dovah? Make it up to you-...?"

Isis' brows raise to her hairline as soon as Dracen speaks and suddenly she's looking at him with wide eyes. It's only when she's reassured that he didn't mean for the offer to be vulgar that she smiled, even chuckled a bit to alleviate the tension there. "It's fine. I know what you meant, Drace. Don't worry about it. I'd love to ride your back." She's right beside him as he rejuvenates the garden with his shouts. And she's listening to him, smiling and silently musing over his passion for the subject. It pleased her to know that his stance on segregation wasn't just an act for the camera; Dracen was being honest and real with her. She respected him for that. "It's okay, Dracen. I think it's great that you're so passionate about this. And I agree with everything you said one hundred percent. We really need to bring everyone together and show them that it's possible to coexist." Isis smirked, nudging him with her arm. "I'll still take that lesson though."

His smile is warm as he's nudged. In hindsight, it's nice to know there are kindred spirits outside of the States that want this whole segregation thing to end. With how poor of an impression he seemed to make with Jericho, having Isis here and actually enjoying his company certainly reassured him that he was standing up for the right cause. ”You bet. I'll start you off with something easy, you know, get you used to the pronunciation. Ahnok-..." he says. ”...-means hello" and he sounds it out for her, ”Uh-knock."

"Uh-knock," she echoes, her lips forming stretching abnormally as she attempts to pronounce the word. It was even harder with her accent, but she managed. "Ahnok...like that?"

”Just like that!" he replies, practically beaming, ”Good job! Alright. Okay uhh-...oh! Goodbye. That's Guur, like a growl almost. Grrrr-...."

Isis grinned before giving it a go. She even decided to be playful as she pronounced the word, she scratched at the air a little and made a "scary" face. "Grrr!"

Dracen laughs, his whole body moving with it as it bursts out of him. It wasn't even that funny, or you'd think if you hadn't seen Isis' face.”Hey, no need to mock us." he retorts, chuckling, ”We're a growly race. I suppose I could teach you some other greetings though. Pruzah vulon is goodnight. Pruzah feyl is good morning. Pruzah avond is good evening." He sounds them all out for her until she gets it right, practically singing her praise at how fast of a learner she is. A moment of comfortable silence passes between them as the light of his shout dies out, no longer shrouding the various petals in a soft golden glow. Dracen looks away, reassured that they'll be fine for another night, and bumps his shoulder into Isis', ”I should write up a study guide for you, Isis. It'd be just like learning French or Spanish-..."

"Are you going to give me pop quizzes too?" Isis quipped, grinning up at Dracen.

”Hey, I might." he jests. ”I know this is probably a stupid question but-...do you mind helping me out with the garden? I could use an extra set of hands and I'd love to see you work your magic on some of these plants. No pun intended."

"Sure," Isis beamed, looking at Dracen with amusement dancing in her bright orbs. "I'd like that." They carry on like that, plotting out what they could do to make the garden ten times better. The two newfound friends take their leave, heading into the house with smiles on their faces as the cameras roll.

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Well she was just a peach, wasn't she, Jericho thought absentmindedly, wandering away from the kitchen at a slow saunter. The Basilisk thought sweetly of Fen, but he saw no intention, even out of the goodness in his heart to explore their friendship any further. This house was surely a labyrinth, not as open-concept as it might have lead one to believe. Jericho found himself in the entrance hall for another time, glancing up at the stairs and not finding it in himself to go up them. The library was another option, but that only reminded him of the book that sat waiting for him upstairs. This only left the living room which he'd seen earlier. Awesome, he could sit around contently doing nothing. Maybe the cameras would leave him alone.

Oh. Turning into the livingroom, Jericho couldn't help but hesitate at the sight of Dracen. Recovering his composure, he continued his path to throw himself down on the couch opposite of the Wyvern. A blank expression plainly smeared across his face, though just the faintest smirk turned up at the corner of his lip.

"Ay-up, Draco," Jericho folded his hands neatly in his lap, he seemed to have tracked a few cameramen in with him.

After seperating himself from the emissary, Dracen took a seat in the living room without preamble. Thinking of home brought thoughts of his father and with them came concern. Had he made it to work on time? Was he keeping to his low cholesterol diet the doctors had him on? Before he could convince himself otherwise, he brought his phone out and his thumbs went flying across the screen. It'd taken a while to get his old man accustomed to the art of text but it was well worth it. Having a conversation over the phone left little to no privacy with all of these cameras around. After receiving a reply, he's no longer alone in the living room. In fact, he's accompanied by no other than his roommate—the same roommate that told him to 'fuck off' less than an hour ago. Needless to say this new friendliness ignited his curiosity, coaxing a cocked brow from the wyvern. "Hello Jericho." he greets, a slow smile growing on his face. "Make any new friends?"

"Friends? Dunno about friends but I've sure as hell met a few people." Jericho paused. "Well, there's Curly Hair, or Miss Dragon Lady over there." The Basilisk's stare fell to the cell sitting in the hands of the Wyvern. It reminded him of his own fear to check his phone, knowing June would have probably left him about a million texts -- the main reason why he'd turned his ringer off. Jericho leaned forward to prop his elbows up on his knees. "Let's not forget that Asian girl, Fen." He added, dragging his thumb across his bottom lip. He was rather surprised think about just how many people he'd met what seemed like such a little amount of time.

"I should ask you the same thing."

"Just one," he replies casually, pocketing his phone so not to be rude. "My first attempt didn't go so well if you recall."

Jericho snickered. "Is the one friend me, or some other bloke?" He slid a hand up to rub the back of his neck, promptly squinting at Dracen and pointing a lazy, accusatory finger. "Should I be jealous?"

It felt like Dracen should have made his way across the board of monster faster the Jericho had, he seemed like the type to be far more eager to put together his ensemble of friends than Jericho himself.

Dracen huffs a laugh, both brows cocked in amusement as he's questioned, "Be whatever you want, man." he says, both hands raised in faux retreat before he lets them fall to his lap. "But no, that friend isn't you. Sorry. Where I come from fuck off isn't exactly a term of endearment."

All of any amusement that might have been in Jericho's voice disappeared. "That's right." The Basilisk leaned back again, examining the Wyvern as he had done earlier. Crossing his arms, he let the silence trail on for several moments more, for a moment he even considered taking a glance his own phone,.

"But I'm willing to put that behind us, unless of course you're willing to fight me for viewer entertainment." Jericho couldn't help but smile thinly. "I think it'd be pretty badass to watch a softie-dragon and a big-ass snake go off on each other."

"Yeah well, if it's all the same to you I'd rather just let by gones be by gones." Dracen replies, his smile just as wirey. I mean, really, what is with this guy? he thinks, but he shakes his head, having to remind himself that it doesn't do well to cling to bitter thoughts. "I'm a lover not a fighter." He punctuates the statement with a wink before crossing his arms over his chest, cocking his head to the side. "Don't get me wrong, though-...that kind of fight would be pretty badass. You'll just have better luck with the Fire-Drake."

"I'm sure you are," Jericho replies, bypassing the comment on the ideal fight. "Wish I could say the same." The Basilisk gives a devious grin. "Though I will keep Ellie in mind for that fight." He was already riling the Fire-Drake up so he figured it wouldn't take long until something like that did happen, though he wasn't sure if it was the best thing for his personal well being. Ellie was already mean without even trying.

"Now, do tell me about your precious America." Jericho changed the subject abruptly. "I've heard all there is to hear, haven't been."

Dracen opens his mouth to speak, to tell his reptilian roommate that he'd be there to heal him despite their own rocky past, but his response is thwarted when Jericho changes the subject. In retrospect, it's probably for the best, lest the Basilisk get the wrong idea. Once he's asked about the States, he cannot help the smirk that crosses his features. Small talk is a skill he's learned to grasp after so many interviews and auditions. What he isn't used to is partaking in it with someone who clearly can't stand him. "Honestly it's not what it's all cracked up to be. I'm sure it's just like any other country out there." the wyvern shrugs, "But then again, what do I know? I've never been outside the country myself. What's Britain like?"

Jericho sighed, sinking further into the couch, or rather pushing himself further into the couch to emphasize his theatrics. "Cold, wet..." What else? "Segregated... Let's just say it's hard to get a date with a lake monster." Jericho chuckled again. What he said was true, he'd probably tried once or twice to no avail, something about family honor or whatever. "What more is there to say." Jericho eyed Dracen, looking for any further reaction, since the room still felt pretty tense even amongst the light small talk.

"Not much else, I guess." Dracen replies, his tone conversational as he eases himself into it. He's not one to hold grudges, never one to dwell on first impressions. Pushing all animosity to the side, the wyvern allows a small charming smile to grace his features before saying, "Depending on where you go in America, that sounds just like the states as far as the weather goes. We're segregated too, just like other providences. I live on the beach though so the only dreary weather I see is when a hurricane comes."

"I'd enjoy living some place dry," Jericho adds. It felt like he was just having this conversation only minutes before, and he did, with Fen. But nonetheless, he liked talking about casual things, about climate and boring topics. It made him feel like a grow up for a split second. The Basilisk felt pretty screwed, turning fifty-one fairly soon and still acting like he did thirty years ago.

"I guess I'll consider going to America. I'm not dying any time soon, so let's do it." Jericho wasn't sure if he was officially suggesting he go to America with Dracen, or on his own, but either way he felt like making goals like these are healthy, or might at least please his sister or - Fuck, don't think about her.

"If you're up for some fun in the sun you could stay with me when you visit," the wyvern offers, "Not that you'd want to-...but it's a lot cheaper than staying in a hotel. Besides, I know all the best tourist attractions."

Jericho raised an eyebrow. "As long as you're offering." He sat up fully.

"Absolutely," Dracen grins, "I mean, we're already roommates right? So who knows-..."

Continuing to lounge, Jericho tried to imagine himself in America on one of those picturesque beaches from watermarked Shutterstock photos advertising resorts and things. The brunette sighed a melodramatic sigh. "There might be a flaw to that plan actually, 'might have to postpone," He bemoaned. "You see I'm not one for wearing shorts and that may pose an issue." The snake's lips curled into another smile, still amusing himself with pretty visions of beaches. Even now he wore black Levi's, visualizing himself in shorts was rather unattractive to think about with morality like his.

Dracen laughs, warmly and without judgement. "Don't worry, dude, shorts aren't a requirement. Trust me, no one wants to see my skinny, chicken legs out on display." Once he gets to talking, it's easy. It's one of the few things that come natural to him. What makes it even easier is that Jericho was actually enjoying his company. Either that or he was putting on a pretty decent act.

Eventually it wasn’t hard to relax, but Jericho wasn’t having trouble with that in the first place. ”Alright then, I guess it’s a deal.” Jericho chuckled. ”And I’ll be holding it to you.

With a thumbs up, Dracen scrunches up his nose with a smile and says, "You got it dude."

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Bidding Jericho farewell, Dracen takes his leave with a parting smile. His father had sent him a text during his conversation with the Basilisk to which the wyvern sought to respond before the parental unit became agitated. Retelling the events of his night with the touch of his thumbs, he meandered downstairs, dodging the cameras as he went. It was a rather difficult feat when you were only paying half attention, but he managed to get it accomplished. By the time his father wished him a good night, he'd wandered into the entertainment room. It didn't surprise him when his gaze fell on another individual—after all, this house was full of people—but it was the person sitting there and watching TV that did it. Aiden? he mused, almost bewildered by the sight. Dracen had always thought Aiden to be the guy to roam the house on the first night bugging anyone he could get his hands on, but this? This was unexpected.

"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise-..." Dracen says with a grin, his voice almost whimsical as he acknowledged the gryphon. "And to think I had you pegged as the social elite."

Most people say the camera adds ten pounds, but Aiden sees no evidence of the excess weight as he observes himself on the big screen. Aiden believes that there is something magical about watching yourself on television. He unashamedly laughs along with every joke his first-season self makes, occasionally glancing at the lone cameraman in the room as if to say ’aren’t I fucking brilliant?’. The cameraman, of course, keeps glaring at Aiden from behind the lens, which Aiden simply ignores. He highly doubts that this is award-winning footage, so there’s no point pretending like Harry, or Kirk, or whatever the hell the guy’s name is isn’t here.

Thankfully for the cameraman a set of footsteps announce the arrival of someone else to entertain the gryphon. Aiden turns in his seat on the couch as Dracen enters the room, a grin on the young wyvern's face.

"Darling, I am the social elite and as such they come to me." He replies with his usual cocky humour. Aiden pats the seat on the sofa beside him, raising his eyebrows in a rather suggestive manner as he adds, "Won't you come and join me? We can catch up on old times, maybe create some new memories." He adds a sleazy wink in for good measure.

Huffing a laugh, Dracen ducks his head, rubbing the back of his neck as if he wouldn't give the gryphon the satisfaction of seeing him enjoy his narcissism. He can't help himself from scooting over when Aiden beckons him, though he's not entirely sure why. Much like Spike, interactions with Aiden—whenever he had them—always came easy. Dracen wouldn't exactly consider them friends, not really. He doesn't really know the gryphon enough on a personal level for them to be considered 'besties.' Suffice to day, Dracen enjoys the gryphon's company more so than others. He tolerates Aiden's ostentacious and somewhat abrasive demeanor because, to him, it's endearing. Their witty repertoire was always well-matched, most of it borderline homoerotic in context at least ninty percent of the time. Dracen couldn't tell you how many blogs he found on Tumblr dedicated to "Draden", a ship committed to seeing him end up with the gryphon. He actually followed a few, to be completely honest. Not that he would ever tell Aiden that. Oh the teasing that would ensue-...

"Is that what you're watching?" Dracen asks, his lips pursed ever so slightly as he turns his attention on the screen. Sure enough, there's season one, filmed in all of it's reality show glory. He leans into the gryphon almost subconsciously, watching as he sees himself walk into the room buzzcut and all. He groans, resisting the temptation to cover his face with his hands. "Omigod, is that what I looked like? Uhh-..I look like such a geek."

Dracen takes the proffered seat before his gaze is understandably drawn to the television. Aiden grins as Dracen questions his choice of show, the wyvern really shouldn't be so surprised that Aiden would enjoy watching himself. The on-screen Dracen appears, sporting a killer hairstyle. Aiden snorts at Dracen's comment regarding his style back in the first season, before patting the other cast member reassuringly on the shoulder.

"Don’t worry, only the whole world saw you looking like a nerd.” Aiden replies with a grin. He isn’t really trying to be reassuring, as that typically isn’t in his nature. But he’s not too concerned that he’s hurt Dracen feelings either, since the other young man has proven himself quiet competent at managing Aiden’s comments in the past. Dracen is actually one of the few veterans that Aiden enjoys trading banter with as the wyvern is easily able to match Aiden.

"But hey, you’ve definitely improved. I’d totally bang you now.” Aiden muses a moment later. Truth be told, he would have 'banged' Dracen back when his hair was in its buzzcut, he doesn’t discriminate someone just because they had a terrible haircut. How shallow would that be?!

As predicted, Dracen doesn't take the comment to heart, responding only with a sidelong glare that's practically oozing facetiousness. He totally breaks when Aiden nonchalantly says that he'd 'bang' him. His whole body moves with the laugh, his mouth gaping in as a small flush colors his pale cheeks from the exertion. When it dials down enough for him to speak, he hums, pulling himself together with an expression of fraudulent gratitude. "You have no idea how much that means to me, dude." he giggles, giggles, "No seriously, it's my goal in life. I've finally struck your fancy. I can die happy."

Aiden grins broadly at Dracen's words, "Just doing my part to make the world a happier place." He replies with a shrug that seems to say 'What can you do?'. Then Aiden drapes his right arm across the back of Dracen’s portion of the couch. A smug smile splits Aiden’s face as he turns his gaze on the wyvern, "So, should we bang now, or bang later?” He asks, continuing the joke. "Why not give old Frank something to gag about?" He adds, jerking his thumb across at the cameraman.

One of the many perks of being a supernatural monster, or at least a Gryphon, is the superb sense of hearing the species has. Aiden has no problem making out the cameraman's increasingly heavy breathing from across the room. The cameraman, whom Aiden has decided to call ‘Frank’, is hyperventilating at the scene unfolding before him. His lens is firmly locked on the pair, no doubt dollar signs are flashing in his eyes as he imagines catching the two getting involved.

Something tells the wyvern that gagging isn't what the cameraman would be doing. That is, if his own enhanced hearing and sense of smell is anything to go by. What has Dracen unhinged is the fact that he'll have an audience, not that Aiden had offered in the first place. It doesn't really come as a surprise to him, all things considered. He's comfortable with his sexuality. One of the great things about being bisexual is that you have more options. And Aiden? Oh he's definitely an option.

Relaxing into the gryphon's advances, Dracen leans in, his whiskey-colored eyes practically iridescent with mischief. "Not in front of Frank," he jests with a smirk, "You can bang me later."

Aiden gives an exaggerated sigh, "You see what you're doing Frank?" Aiden proclaims to the cameraman, "Ruining my sex life, that's what." Aiden clarifies. Frank, by now has caught on to the joke and has once again returned to glaring at the monsters for breaking the fourth wall.

Aiden eases back into the couch, crossing his feet and resting them on the coffee table. "I'm gonna hold you to that." He assures Dracen, a smirk playing across his face.

"Oh please do," Dracen retorts with a look of nonchalance encompassing his features, "I aptly encourage it actually." For the first time since he got to this manor on the Sicilian Isles, Dracen is completely still. He hasn't fidgeted in his seat or tapped his foot or rubbed his hands together. All of his quirks and bad habits were completely forgotten as he flirted with the gryphon. And, let's be honest, that's what he was doing; shamelessly flirting with the gryphon he's had a secret crush on since the end of season one.

There’s something very enjoyable about trading flirtatious banter with someone who can take as good as they give. Aiden is enjoying himself with the wyvern. Aiden’s never had a problem talking, in fact it’s probably one of his biggest assets (or distraction, depending who you talked to), yet it comes even easier when speaking with Dracen.

"So, what’s it like walking the red carpet?” Aiden asks, "Do all the fans shout ‘We want the D’? I totally would.” He adds, picturing hundreds of shrieking fans screaming the words. Of course, in Aiden’s mind ‘D’ is clearly not short for Dracen, but rather something else.

Dracen laughs, "Not all of them-..." he says, "I've had some crazy run-ins at conventions and stuff like that though." And the term 'crazy' was an understatement. Propping his feet up beside Aiden's, the wyvern crosses his arms over his chest, easing into the conversation like it were second nature. "One fan brought a picture of you and me to sign. Look-..." Pulling out his phone, he scrolls through his camera roll and stops on a picture of himself at ComiCon holding up a photo of himself and Aiden, all dressed up on the red carpet, embraced in a way that would make all the Draden fangirls squeal. Aiden hugged Dracen tightly from behind in the photo and above his head was a crudely drawn speech bubble that read, "I'm horny.".

Aiden’s face burst into a wide grin, quickly followed by unbridled laughter as Dracen shows him the picture. He leans forward slightly to get a better view of the fan-made picture, using his hand to turn Dracen’s phone slightly so that the screen was pointing directly at him.

"That is brilliant.” Aiden proclaims once he’s had a decent inspection of the picture. He leans back once more into the couch, the grin still stretched across his face. "I saw a drawing online of us baking a while back. I think all you were wearing was an apron, and I was shirtless with whipped cream on my nipples.” Aiden still remembers clutching his stomach and laughing his head off at that one.

And Dracen laughs right along with him, clutching his phone tightly as his whole body moves with the uncontrollable giggling. "Oh dude-..." he sighs, still fighting off giggles as his face flushes deep crimson. "Do you still have that? Seriously, I want it. I need to put it up on, like, all of my social networking sites."

Aiden shakes his head, "I don't have it, but it was online so you can probably just search for it." He suggests. He leans back on the couch and pulls out his own phone from his jean pocket, swiping across the unlock it. Quickly he opens a tab a begins his search with 'Dracen and Aiden fan art'. His phone takes a moment, before loading a plethora of fan pictures. Aiden's eyebrows shoot up as he gazes from image to image.
"Well fuck me." he mutters, "Looks like we're even more popular as a couple than I thought."

His thumb scrowls through the images. He taps the first to gain his attention and offers it to Dracen with a grin on his face, "It's not the baking one, but it's still fucking hilarious." Aiden says. The picture in question shows the two lying in a field of flowers, naked and partaking in what appears to be some intimate fornication. Well-placed daffodils covered any private areas.

Dracen leans in to see, almost eager. He's seen a few himself with Tumblr being what it was, but what he sees on Aiden's screen is just absurd. In a totally awesome way-.... Bursting out into laughter, their shoulders collide, and the wyvern almost snorts with the force of it. His spiked auburn hair brushes against Aiden's cheek they're so close, but Dracen simply cannot help himself from falling over with how hard he's laughing. "Omigod-..." he gasps, "Oh my God, I can't breathe." he pitfalls into another surge of laughter, covering his face as he feels his face heating up. When it finally dies down he's still leaning up against the gryphon unashamed, tilting his phone to get a better look at the picture. "Alright, now here's the problem I have with these things," he says, turning his head to look into the camera, "Not that your art isn't good, it's fantastic-..." his amber eyes drift to Aiden as he confesses, "...-but in all the ones I've seen of us, you're always giving," looking back at the camera, he gives the crowd an incredulous look, "And if anyone's receiving-..." he returns his gaze to the gryphon with a shit-eating grin, cheeks flushed beyond belief.

Aiden can honestly say he can't remember a recent time where he's had this much fun. Well, alright, teasing the socially inept Ewan had been an earlier highlight of his day, but this hands down trumped that. He joins Dracen in laughing at the photos, his body shaking as the laughter rolled out of him. He collects himself briefly as Dracen addresses the camera, only to begin sniggering as Dracen's concerns over who is giving to whom are revealed.

"The fans call it like they see it." Aiden tells him, clapping a hand on the wyvern's shoulder, "They know who's taking and who's giving." Aiden places his other hand on Dracen's thigh, raising his eyebrow suggestively and biting his lip, "Although, I'm not above giving them some new material if it means that much to you." He declares teasingly before throwing a glance at the camera and adds for the fans' benefit, "You'd all like that, wouldn't you?"

With a cocked brow, Dracen smirks at the gryphon's advances, knowing full well it's just for show the moment Aiden's eyes meet the camera. He ignores the way the hand on his thigh makes his heart pound just to save face. He's determined not to lose, not against Aiden. They've been going to long in this little battle of wits for his crush to get in the way. "Dude, I would top you so hard." he says on a grin, "Don't act like it's the other way around."

Aiden chuckles at Dracen's reply, "We've just gotta let nature take its course. And nature is clearly saying I'm on top." Aiden argues teasingly, letting his fingers tap lightly against Dracen's leg. Aiden has to admit he's rather enjoying how close the two are sitting, and not just because he knows how much their fans will scream when they see this. "Besides, the more manly one always gives and obviously..." Aiden pulls his hand from Dracen’s leg and sweeps it down his own body, indicating clearly just who he thought was the more manly one.

"Oh bull crap!" Dracen says with a lopsided grin. Without preamble, the wyvern surges forward, pinning the gryphon on his back by his shoulders. Straddling him, Dracen smiles triumphantly, sitting back on Aiden's lower abdomen, "Who's more manly now?"

"Help! Frank, call the police. I'm being attacked. Don't just film is Frank, defend my honour! No one will ever want to marry me if I'm not a pure virgin." The sarcasm rolls easily off his tongue as Dracen pins him down. Truthfully, he's fighting not to laugh, and quickly losing. "Congratulations Dracy, you've got me between your thighs. Now what?" Aiden responds, his voice purring as he teases him, " If you're going to give you have to know what to do next. Let me give you a hint, it involves taking my pants off."

With a scoff, the wyvern pushes off of the gryphon with a smirk, standing in front of the couch with his knees a mere inch from the cushion. "Unfortunately for you dude, my dad watches this show, so no hanky-panky on screen." He'd be lying if he said Aiden's teasing didn't have an effect on him but he'd be damned if he was going to show it. Putting his acting skills to work, he feigns coy indifference, leering down at the gryphon with a wolfish grin, "It works out in your favor really, I don't think you could handle what I have in store for you."

Aiden would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed when Dracen got off him. Propping himself up on his elbow he glances up at the now standing wyvern. "My dad watches too, which is why doing this stuff is so fantastic." Well, no, Aiden's father didn't watch the show, or if he did it was just to check that Aiden bringing shame to his family and ancestors - which unfortunately he always was. But, Aiden isn't about to push Dracen just to piss his father off, besides, believe it or not if the two monsters actually did take their teasing a step further Aiden would not want an audience for it. Call him old fashioned but he preferred having sex with no hulking camera lens baring down on him.

"Hit me with your best shot bub." Aiden adds before pushing himself up until he's eye level with Dracen, his knees standing on the couch. "But we all know who is going to rock whose world."

Rolling his eyes heavenward, Dracen huffs a chuckle and watches with an almost fond look in his eyes as the gryphon stands on his knees to face him. For once, he doesn't pay any mind to the camera. Instead, he gives all his attention to Aiden and wouldn't he just be ecstatic to know that. He has half a mind to give the gryphon a little preview on just what was to come if they ever actually took their words to heart but he decides against it. It's only night one. He'll play hard to get for now. "And when I rock yours there'll be no need to thank me." Dracen retorts with a smirk, "Although if you want to send a fruit basket I'd be totally cool with that. Maybe a really nice Eatable Arrangments bouquet-..."

Aiden smirks at Dracen's retort. The gryphon is clearly enjoying the argument and is pleased to have someone to match wits with. Plus, it also helps that the wyvern isn't too bad on the eyes either. "Honey, the only thing i'll be sending you is an apology card, After I'm through with you, you're not gonna want anyone else again." Aiden feels like snapping his fingers for emphasis, but restrains himself and merely tilts his head in a cocky nod. "I'm that good baby."

"Don't write a check your ass can't cash, Aiden." he retorts, raking his eyes over the gryphon's front almost lecherously. "I'll have you so whipped you'll be making me breakfast in bed." Anyone who knew him could see his predatory facade as just that, a facade. Like he told Jericho, he was a lover not a fighter-...but he was a damn good lover. "I'm that good, baby." Mocking the gryphon, the wyvern grins, almost preening with self-pride.

"Or whipped on my nipples." Aiden replies, grinning as he remembers the fan-made picture he had earlier described to Dracen. Although technically, if Dracen had Aiden whipped, than Aiden couldn't have his own whipped-self on his nipples. But, that was all semantics and Aiden wasn't too bothered with all that. "You know what, I think I'll start calling you Daisy... 'cause I have an incredible urge to plant you right here. If you know what I mean." Aiden replies, pursing his lips and sending Dracen a sultry kiss.

"Good one-..." he hums, having caught the reference to the fanart with a quirked brow. Dracen's eyes fall to the gryphon's shirt and he gives a little tilt of his head as he reaches out to pinch the fabric. "You know that shirt is very becoming on you." the wyvern says. He lifts his gaze and drops his hand, his whiskey eyes glistening in light of his crooked grin, "But then again if I was on you I'd be coming on you too."

"Oh, you're a quick one." Aiden replies, the smirk seemingly permanent on his face as he trades lines with Drace, "You'd better have some decent moves to back up those big words.You know what they say, actions speak louder than words."

Dracen's smirk broadens, "Oh don't worry, Aidie, you'll get what's coming to you. I mean, I'm no weather man but you can expect a few inches tonight." He punctuates it with a wink, looking utterly pleased with himself.

Aiden lets out a laugh, leaning back to sit on his feet momentarily as he does, "Looks like little Dracy has well and truly grown up," Aiden says, mock condescendingly. He pushes himself up again until he's eye level once more with Dracen, "Although you are looking a little pale. You look like you could use a pick-me up. How about some vitamin D.” Aiden uses his hands to indicate just what he means by ‘D’, and sends a wink Dracen’s way too. This gryphon is all class.

"Cute," Dracen chuckles, and this point his cheeks hurt from grinning so much. "Cross my heart, I've missed this. No joke. It almost makes me want to put all of our sexual tension aside so I can really get to know you." he says, but the tone of his voice bodes trouble. "Hey, are you into science? 'Cause I'd like to periodically do you on my table."

"I suppose some background information wouldn't hurt." Aiden replies with a casual shrug, giving a brief sigh and tuning down his large grin somewhat. "Where are you from?" He asks, although before Dracen can answer the smirk reappears on Aiden's face and with a lick of his lips he adds, "Are you from a chicken farm? 'Cause you sure know how to raise a cock." Aiden can't help but snigger at his own joke.

Even though there might be video evidence that proves otherwise, Dracen will forever deny that his gaze fell on the gryphon's mouth as his tongue swept over his bottom lip. Seriously, he'll deny it until the day he dies. Quick to react, the wyvern sighs in mock relief, grinning ear to ear as he holds up a hand, "Thank God," he laughs, "I thought you were going to use the Tennessee bit." Sitting, he sends Aiden a wink, "Wouldn't want your knees to start hurting. You'll be putting them to good use later."

AIden chuckles as he rearranges himself on the couch, tucking one foot under himself and turning so that he was facing Dracen. "I'm so touched that you care." Aiden says, holding a hand to his heart, "But hey, do they teach wyverns their ABCs? 'Cause I wanna give you the fourth letter of the alphabet." Aiden can't wipe the grin off his face, "That's D by the way. D for my dick."

"I got it." Dracen chuckles, "But yeah, I know the alphabet. I don't mean to brag but I'm actually very educated. As a matter of fact, I just got a job as an astronaut." he smirks, "They sent me to explore Uranus." Mocking Aiden, Dracen goes, "That's a euphemism, by the way. It's a planet but it's also your anus."

"And here I was thinking you were a simple drill sergeant, because you make my privates stand to attention." Aiden retorts smoothly, "Me? I'm not an astronaut, I'm just a simple guy with simple tastes. Although, I am pretty good at cooking. You hungry? Cause omelette you suck on my dick." Aiden wiggles his eyebrows before quickly glancing across at Frank, "I hope you're getting all of this Frank, it's TV gold."

At that last comment, Dracen bursts out laughing, hiding his face as Aiden addresses the cameraman. "Not that last one, dude." he says on a laugh, "That was just awful."

"They're all fucking awful." Aiden replies with a derisive snort, "That's why they're so bloody brilliant." He shifts his leg out from under him and shuffles back on the couch slightly, "Although, I do hope they're not just empty promises. I really would like to see you exploring my anus later." He adds with a sensual wink.

Honestly, Dracen can't help but agreed. Puns are by far his favorite thing. In his opinion, the worse they are, the better they are. As Aiden winks at him, Dracen's smile softens to something almost fond. "They're not empty promises, don't worry." he ensures, "Soon enough you'll be on your back screaming my name, but first I have to play hard to get."

"I thought we'd sorted this already, I'm the top. Which means you'll probably be the one on your back screaming my name." Aiden retorts, "Or here's a compromise, we can both scream each other's name."

"And be versatile?" he asks, considering it. He shrugs, "I'm alright with that." Almost on instinct, Dracen checks his phone for the time and groans at how late it is. Pocketing the device he meets Aiden's gaze, a little at war with himself on whether or not he should go. "Well I'm exhausted-..." he huffs a laugh as he stands, "I suppose I should get used to that, huh?"

Aiden's disappointed when Dracen stands, seeming to signify the end of their conversation, but given that this is only day one of the reality show Aiden knows there will be plenty more opportunities for the pair to continue their flirtatious banter. "Once you've got some stamina you won't always be so exhausted after a round with me." Aiden says with a cheeky wink.

"Good to know," he chuckles, opening his arms wide as he clasps his hands open and shut, "Give us a kiss goodnight, then."

Aiden gaves an fake exasperated sigh, as he might to an insistent child. "Alright, I suppose you've earned it." He says, pushing himself off the couch. Whether Dracen meant the sentence as a joke or not, Aiden doesn't really care. Instead he swoops in, planting a surprisingly tender kiss on Dracen's lips. He pulls away slightly, replacing his lips with a finger, "And that's all you're getting until you've made me an honest man." Aiden teases, before eventually removing his finger.

He'd expected a hug. Really that's all he was expecting. He had no idea Aiden would actually kiss him. Dracen's eyes widen almost comically as he feels the gryphon's lips against his own. His heart pounds and his face goes beet red. All of his nonchalance dissipated in an instant. As Aiden's finger slips from his lips, Dracen stammers, "Y-yeah-..." he ducks his head shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as he huffs a laugh, "I'll hold you to that." Meeting the gryphon's gaze he side-steps, hooking his thumbs towards the door as he backs up towards it, "I-...I should go." And he almost makes it, the poor guy, before the heel of his foot catches against the leg of the coffee table. Dracen stumbles and falls, flailing as he descends to the ground before picking himself up off the ground. "You didn't see that." he says, pointing a finger at him, "I walked out of here and it was badass. You're practically smitten with me right now."

Of course, as he ascends the stairs, he stumbles again. So much for walking out like a badass.

Aiden watches Dracen leave the room, fighting back the urge to laugh as the guy trips over the coffee table. It's pretty adorable actually and Aiden salutes Dracen out of the room with a quick wave of his hand. "Badass, got it." He repeats to himself, grinning at the obvious lack of badassery that has just occurred.

Once Dracen has left the room Aiden falls back into the couch, "He's totally into me." Aiden remarks to Frank, who merely glares at him in response. Aiden barely seems to notice Frank's glare, nor is Aiden aware of the wide smile on his face. Whistling cheerfully to himself, Aiden relaxes back into the sofa, exceedingly pleased with how the first day has gone.

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Character Portrait: Eleniel Youngblood Character Portrait: Dracen Mallory Character Portrait: Isis Anya Neferet Character Portrait: Aiden Young Character Portrait: Elizabeth Florence Brown Character Portrait: Spike Days Character Portrait: Fen Zhang Character Portrait: HyunSoo Park Character Portrait: Roisin Callan Character Portrait: Jericho V. Remington
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The Isles of Sicily; one of the few territories in Ellium that isn't plagued by oppressive segregation. Populated by non-magic humans, it is a nesting ground for equality, adorned with beautiful beaches, rolling hillsides, and floral plains. Consortio Manor lays nestled on a mountainside, overlooking a beach that has been closed off for the use of the cast members. After a week of filming, Claude decides that you and your fellow cast mates deserve a bit of a break while they edit the first episode. Turns out this "breaks" doesn't translate the same to you as it does him. Instead of being free from the cameras in their entirety, Claude limits the amount of cameramen to two instead of the ten they have readily available. Gathering your bathing clothes, you and your cast mates set out to the beach for a day in the sun.

Crashing against the shore, small waves wash the night's debris onto the land. Untouched golden sand covers the floor as far as your eyes can see. Soothing, a gentle sea breeze rustles through your hair. Abandoned, nothing there apart from a few sea gulls pecking at the rubbish left by yesterday's visitors. The blazing sun beats down on the smooth, weathered rocks of the cliff side. The crisp seaweed pushed onto the rocks by the waves, lay baking at the sea's edge, occasionally moving with the tide. The clear blue sea's waves rattle the tiny pebbles embedded in the golden sand. The foam from the waves cover a small child's forgotten sandcastle, bringing it down with a dull crash. Closing off the edge of the beach is a cave, the entrance hidden from view, punctuating the extensive length of the shore side. Islanders mingle and gather far off in the distance, their presence inaudible even to the the creatures they're so far off.

Here marks the next week of filming Return to Reality. What impression will you make?

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Looking out to inviting waters, Spike closed her eyes, letting the fresh air enter her unforgiving, inside-loving lungs. It's been ages, ages, since Spikes been out on the beach. And she loved it. That burn in her lungs? It's just her inner warm-blooded bird greeting the warm sun and slight breeze. Laying back on her back, tucking her arms back and under her head, she looked off to the sky as beams of sun danced across her skin.

A sense of yearning clunked up in her gut as she looked to the open sky. A bird just wants to fly, she thought, and the small grin that came across her face was almost noticeable. No, she didn't want to get worn out transforming into a flaming bird, nor did she want to spook the locals. But it would be awfully fun to fly again.

Dracen, much like his fiery-haired friend, was in his element. With clear blue skies overhead and the sound of waves crashing against the seashore, it would seem that the wyvern just couldn't stop smiling. Following after Spike, Dracen let his gaze dance along the sand dunes as he approaches the beach. He wants to run. Run. Skip. Play. All of it. Dracen wants to just take off down the shore and fly-...but he doesn't know if he can. In his mind's eye there's a drop list of possibilities and all them seem just as tempting as the last. As he watches the wave take a sand castle prisoner, the drop list is all but destroyed and suddenly he has but one priority.

Make a sandcastle.

His swim trunks swish as he moves, making his presence obnoxiously knows as he runs over to Spike, nearly tripping over himself. Dracen lets himself fall the second time, crawling over in the sand until he's hovering over the phoenix on his hands and knees, blotting out the sun. "Spike!" he says, "Come on, let's go build a sand castle!"

Spike jumped slightly, not expecting Dracen to come out of no where, in her little world at least. Looking up at him, a bit startled, a large grin spreads across her face the moment she hears sand castle. "Yeah! Let's do it!" She says ecstatically as she rolls over and gets up to her feet.

Grabbing her hand instinctively, Dracen leads her over just a few paces behind the disheveled lump of sand and plops down on his knees, immediately shoveling the dirt with his hands. "So what're you thinking for a design plan?" he rambles, "We could go all traditional or we could try to do some kind of tutor mansion or maybe we could, like, build that dome from Inside the Dome or Bowser's Castle."

Sitting down, Spike looks at the sand as Dracen moves it around. She's not really an expert at building sand castles. "How 'bout we just go the traditional route for this one, alright?" She paused. "Just, like, for practice."

He nods, "Totally. We'll need water though-..." With a wink he takes the initiative and rushes off towards the ocean, practically jogging through the waves as he goes in knee deep before bending at the waist and dipping his hands in, "Lom. For. Tul." he whispers into the waves and his eyes glow like yellow glow sticks. Hesitantly he lifts his hands, holding a literal ball of water. It's about the size of a soccer ball, which is exactly what he wanted. With a smile he returns to his companion, his grin so big it splits his face in half. "Got the water!" He sits back in his original spot and sets it off to the side, "Dip your hands in it, we'll need it to keep the sand together."

Spike watched as Dracen went and did his thing. It was like a magic trick. "Man, why can't I do stuff like that!" She mumbled a bit before nodding and getting her hands wet in the water soccer ball. After her hand we soaked and she took a small hand full, dropping it on the sand clump, she started pushing it together, vaguely starting up the height of a sand castle.

Shortly after they get their hands wet, the ball bursts and leaves a pile of mud at their side. Dracen would lament but it wasn't a total loss. They could use some of that mud for a foundation. So that's what he does. Fortifying the bottom, his gaze flickers from his hands to the lithe fingers of his friend as she sets the height for the structure. He can't himself from smiling, gazing up at his friend in utter adoration, "So did you meet anyone special during the first week? Or are you still scoping around?"

Freezing slightly at the question, Spike can feel her face get warm slightly. Pushing the feeling off, she went back to her work. "Well, if you must know," She paused momentarily. "I'm still just testing the waters, if you know what I mean," And she hadn't even thought about the fact that they were at a beach.

"As much as I appreciate that pun-..." Dracen laughs, hitting Spike with an amused and yet incredulous look, "...-and I do, I know that look. Is there something you're not telling me?"

Spike gave a slight laugh before going on a small ramble. "Dude, dude! What do I got to hide from you, dude?...pssht," She gave a small wave of her hand, eagerly getting back to work. "I mean, even if I was hiding something - which I'm not! - what reason would I have? I mean, really? Am I even the type to hide something? No, of course not! I'm Spike! YouTube extraordinaire! I have no reason to be hiding anything!" She pauses, looking up at Dracen, trying to see if he was buying it or not, before letting out a long sigh. "Alright, someone might have caught my attention," She admits, looking back down to her work. "What about you, 'eh?"

Dracen hangs on every word with a smirk on his face. When she looked to him for an out, he wouldn't give it to her. He knew when she was full of shit and when she rambled on like that, deification practically oozed out of her ears. Then she admits it and he gives a loud, "AH-HA! I knew it!" before succumbing to a full body blush at her mention of him. He immediately thinks of the kiss he shared with Aiden and sputters slightly, his sun-kissed skin so pink it was as though he was burnt to crisp by the sun. "W-What? Pfft-...no." his whiskey eyes shift from side to side almost frantically, "Don't change the subject, Spike! We're talking about you here so spill. Who is it? Have I talked to them yet?"

Damnit. She thought she had a break there for a minute. But she can touch on that subject later. "You probably have, knowing you," She smirked. "If you're so bent on knowing, it's Isis, alright? I like Isis. Like, just generally like her," A soft smile came on her face before she remembered something. "So, who is it that got Dracen to look like a fucking tomato, huh? Or am I gonna need to start guessing?" She smirked.

"You don't need to do shit," he laughed, "I'm still stuck on the Isis thing, so like, indulge me. She's quite possibly the coolest girl in the house-...other than you of course. You know I could hook you guys up. I think it'd be pretty cool if my two best friends started dating."

"A-ha-ha-ha," Spike said slowly when Dracen mentioned the other than you part. But the rest she lingered on, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. It'd be...interesting. Weird, but interesting. "I don't know, man. I think it's still too...early talking about dating, man," No it's not, what are you saying, Spike! She cursed at herself in her head. She's never turned down the chance to hook up with a cool girl before, why start now? "Well, alright. Why not? What's the worst that could happen?" What the hell, you never say that. Karma's gonna come back for you, you know that. "Will you tell me who's up your derriere now?" She smirked.

As soon as Spike agrees to it, Dracen pumps a fist into the air, "Yus! Match maker Drace is on the case!" He's positively ecstatic. So much so that he has half a mind to go over to Isis and set up the whole thing now and perhaps maybe even plan their wedding while they're chatting it up. His delusion of Isis walking down the aisle in a ivory gown and Spike at the alter in a tux are all but torn when his attention his called back to a familiar crown of flaming red hair, "W-What?" and he's blushing again. Great. Awesome. Just what I wanted. "What're you talking about? My ass is people free, my friend." And it only takes a beat for him to relent, "Uhh, fine! It's Aiden, alright? Fuckin' Aiden Young-..." He returns to making the base of the castle with a mortified grievance.

"Aiden?!" Spike says, more than a bit surprised. She tilts her head up slightly, thinking about the two. Then she shrugs, realizing that it's actually not as big as a surprise as she thought it first was. "I can see it, dude," She looks back at Dracen. "So, what is it, huh? What you guys been up to? Eh, eh?" She asks, a smirk on her face and nearly breaking into a grin.

The more Spike talks about it the redder his face gets, "We kissed once. It's not even that big of a deal." Rubbing his knuckle into the side of the castle, he makes an indention for the door. "It wasn't even a real kiss. Just a completely innocent peck on the lips." ...-and a whole lot of ass grabbing the rest of the week. "I mean, what's a peck on the lips amongst friends?"

Spike just smirked and nodded slightly the whole time Dracen spoke, absentmindedly thickening the walls of the sand castle. "Awh," She said when he finished speaking. "Maybe a peck on the lips amongst friends means they want to be more than friends, huhm?" She raised an eyebrow then picked up a shell that lay on the ground and used it to make indents around the top of the castle.

Dracen blanches, looking up at Spike with a sliver of hope in his eyes, "Really? Do you think-...?" and then he catches himself, immediately blushing beat red all over again, "I mean-...uhh...you know, it's whatever."

Instantly an eyebrow rises and she stares at Dracen, catching what he said. With a small huff of a laugh, she nods, her smile small and reassuring. "Yeah, buddy, I really believe that."

"Thanks-...you know, for lying to me." Though the sentiment is slightly bitter, it isn't directed towards her. He could never hold any sort of ill will towards Spike. His smile is a ghost of its former self, saddened by insecurity and what he believes to be the truth. "I'm not an idiot though. He probably just did it to fuck with me. I know I've had a crush on him forever but I'm not blind. I'm not exactly a catch." With a small sigh he uses a nail to carve out a door and mutters, "Hopefully if anything does happen, I'll get it out of my system and I can move on."

Spike couldn't help but feel for her friend. He sometimes seemed so delicate and sensitive. Then, a thought came to her mind. It was a crazy thought, a thought that probably isn't the best of ideas she has had. Hell, this is probably at the top of the list of fucking crazy ideas she's had but she has to say something. "Well, you could always make a move on him, ya' know? Who knows, maybe he's one of those people that acts tough and shit because they want to find someone brave enough to stand up to there efforts," She glanced up from the castle at Dracen then back to the castle. "Or nah, that was a dumb idea."

Dracen looks up as she speaks, his gaze distant as he contimplates what she's said. "No-...I think you're right." She's very right, he thinks. His smile returns with a vengeance as his confidence rises. "You're a genius, Spike! I mean-...think about it! What better to catch the cocky bastard off guard than to be one?! It's brilliant!" Just like that he's on his feet, then as an after thought he bends at the waist to lay a kiss on his companion's forehead. "Sometimes you've got to risk it to get the biscuit." he says with a sure nod before he turns on his heels and heads off towards the gryphon, only to pause mid-stride. He turns to the phoenix with a soft smile and says, "Thanks Spike, really." before giving her a wink, "Why don't you talk to Isis while I'm gone. Get to know her better-..."

Spike, thoroughly frozen in confusion has no words. "Welcome?" She says, still a bit confused when Dracen walks off. After a moment of everything sinking in she shakes her head slightly. "Fantastic. I made a cocky, bastard monster to go dominate a regular cocky bastard," She mutters as she stands, avoiding knocking over the sand castle now at her feet. Stretching her arms out and cracking her knuckles, she starts off in the direction where she's sure she saw Isis heading. "Off to find Princess Egypt, then."

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Aiden Young had always been a fan of the beach, the rolling waves, the glorious sand, the sun beating down from above, and, best of all, the half-naked bodies everywhere. The Gryphon had been thrilled to hear that the cast's first trip out would be to a local beach, his only disappointment had been in finding that they would not be sharing the sandy dunes with the locals. He had hoped to be able to strut his stuff in front of his human fans, but now he would have to make do with his fellow cast members.

Not that he was 'strutting' at the moment. His lanky frame is currently stretched out on the sand, sun beating down on his bare chest. Tiny droplets of water roll off his skin, evidence that he has recently taken a dip in the water. He isn't exactly asleep, but he has sunk into a comfortable drowsy state, and is, possibly for the first time this week, not making an excessive amount of noise.

Walking parallel to the shoreline, Dracen scans the beach for Aiden only to find the gryphon laying in the sand. Whisky eyes follow the subtle ridges in his abdomen as he approaches, admiring the olive glow on his skin. He makes an effort to compose himself with every step he takes, putting on his devil-may-care debonair. Watching his shadow as it moves along the sand, Dracen pivots so it doesn't hit Aiden's face, leaving him otherwise undetected until the last possible second. Just as his presence is realized, Dracen falls to his knees, both of them on either side of Aiden's waist before he sits his rear right on the gryphon's groin. He's grinning ear to ear, both hands on Aiden's abdomen as he cocks his head to the side, completely blotting out the sun. "What're you doing?"

Aiden hears the footsteps in the sand, but in his drowsy state passes them off as a cameraman come to get a close up of Aiden's naked chest. He doesn't open his eyes to check though, and is therefore surprised when the cameraman takes a seat on his crotch, pulling him quickly to wakefulness. An eye cracks open, revealing that in fact his surprise visitor is none other than his favourite housemate. A lazy smile grows on his face and the gryphon opens his other eye to get a better look at the young man sitting on him.

"This is a nice surprise." Aiden replies, ignoring Dracen's question for now, "A bit rapey, but I can't say I'm complaining." Aiden shifts slightly, just enough to make himself somewhat more comfortable without pushing Dracen off. He rests his arms under his head, using them to slightly elevate his head so he can get a better view of the young monster above him. His eyes travel leisurely down Dracen's body, admiring the view unashamedly.

"Would've been an even better surprise if you'd taken these off first." He adds, a sly smile on his face as Aiden removes an arm from behind his head and reaches forward to gently tug on the rim of Dracen's swim trunks.

As Aiden smiles, Dracen's own grows impossibly bigger; he's positively elated just knowing that he made someone happy just by being there. Once rape is mentioned, the wyvern's face falls in incredulous adoration. Though his smile is soft and almost fond, his eyes just scream scepticism. Why would he complain when I'm literally on his dick? he thinks, and it's an accurate thought. Then Aiden shifts, bringing a soft blush to his cheeks because he can feel everything in the gryphon's shorts. His blush only intensifies when Aiden appraises him and he has to fight the urge to cover himself. Settling for sitting back on his heels, Dracen crosses his arms over his chest, cocking a brow when Aiden tugs the hem of his trunks. "Oh I bet-..." he says with a smile, "Unfortunately for you, this isn't a nude beach."

Aiden grins up at Dracen, thoroughly enjoying watching the blush spread across his face. He's not sure what has brought on this new, assertive Dracen. He still remembers the stumbling mess Dracen had been at the start of the week when Aiden had kissed him, and now this. Whatever or whoever has caused this change, Aiden sends them a mental 'thank you'.

"Ain't that a pity." Aiden pulls his arm back, once again resting it behind his head. He's trying to play it cool himself, hiding his excitement at Dracen's unlikely arrival behind a cocky grin. He pushes himself up on his elbows so that he's closer to Dracen before adding, "Although I doubt anyone would complain if you did strip. We're all friends here. Besides, they'd blur all your naughty bits on the telly." On the word 'naughty' Aiden glances directly at Dracen's own crotch, before returning back to his face, the smile turning into a grin as he waits for his reply.

Whisky eyes follow the gryphon's movements attentively, seeing the wheels turn in head topped with curls up until his crotch is given Aiden's undivided attention. It's harder than you'd think, concealing a blush, and Dracen doesn't know how he manages. Nevertheless, the simple shift in the other man's gaze unhinged the poor wyvern, derailing his train of thought only a moment before he gets himself back. Resisting the urge to lean forward, he puts some distance between them just so he can think properly. It's rather pathetic, in Dracen's opinion, just how hard it is for him to hold himself back. I knew I had a crush on him, he thinks, , but this is starting to get ridiculous. You'd think him smitten, really. If anything that's what adds fuel to his cockiness. He'll prove himself wrong. This was a crush, nothing more.

Although his little inner turmoil seemed to have gone on forever in his own mind's eye, he replied to Aiden a bet after he stopped speaking, thinking on his feet with a coy smirk on his face. "You wouldn't complain-..." he says, "All of my other friends don't want to see me naked." Did I just imply that we were friends? What?

"Of course I wouldn't complain. I'd love to see you running around butt naked" Aiden replies with his usual teasing smirk. Aiden has to chuckle at the conversation. Dracen and Aiden may have spent most of the first season playfully flirting, but it was nothing like this. This season had seen their flirtations hit a whole new level. First the innocent kiss good-night, now the crotch sitting... what would be next? Grinding on each other naked? At that enticing thought Aiden quirks an eyebrow. Truthfully, he'd sleep with almost anyone, but there is no denying that the thought of getting intimate with the wyvern is certainly more appealing than most. It isn't just that he finds Dracen pleasing on the eye, he's also rather fond of their playful banter.

Once again Aiden readjusts himself, this time pushing up onto his hands so that he and Dracen are almost face to face. "But, if you're too shy to strip here, you can wait until we're alone." His voice is a gentle purr as he addresses the wyvern, a sultry smile spread across his face "I'd love a private show."

"I wouldn't be a wyvern of my word if I didn't give you one, remember?" It's almost effortless—his reply—yet completely foreign to him. He's never been this forward with anyone before. Not that he had all that much experience, mind you. With Victoria he took things slow, got to know her, met her family, waited a year before they ever became intimate. Then again, they were actually dating. Dracen can't imagine a world where Aiden would want to date him exclusively. It wasn't even about his immense self-loathing and low self-esteem; Aiden simply wasn't the kind of person to settle down. As nice as it would be to have Aiden for a boyfriend, Dracen wasn't getting his hopes up. Still, he doesn't let his insecurities show. Instead he buries it with a smirk and false confidence, "Name a time and place and I'm all yours."

Aiden's eyebrows rise in an expression of pleasant surprise, but he doesn't skip a beat as he replies, "Alright, midnight tonight at the gazebo. " Aiden rests his weight on one hand, lifting the other up and gently tracing a finger down Dracen's chest. "I'll be the one in the Hawaiian shirt trying to hide a boner."

Dracen will deny until the day he dies that his breath hitched even a little as Aiden touched his bare chest. Clearing his throat, he manages a chuckle just to save face, "A hawaiian shirt? That might just be a boner killer for me."

"You've obviously never seen me in a Hawaiian shirt." Aiden replies, "I've been told it's very... stimulating." Aiden winks as he pronounces 'stimulating'. It's clear by the way he says it, and because this is Aiden talking, that he does not mean stimulating in terms of the brain.

The wyvern huffs a laugh, "Well we'll see, won't we?" Before he convince himself otherwise, Dracen closes the space between them, meeting Aiden's lips for a brief moment in a soft kiss. When he pulls away, his finger replaces his mouth, mocking the gryphon with a boastful smirk. His voice is low as he talks and his gaze never falters from Aiden's own, "I'll meet you at the gazebo but we won't do it there, I'll take you to a place the camera can't follow. Deal?"

It is very rare to find Aiden speechless, but as Dracen kisses him words escape the gryphon. It isn't just that Dracen's boldness surprises him, but the kiss itself seems to halt his tongue, at least temporarily. As Dracen replaces his lips with his finger, Aiden again wonders what has caused this sudden change in the wyvern. However, Aiden has little time to dwell on that thought as Dracen informs Aiden the pair will be sneaking off to a camera free hideout.

Whatever doubts Aiden may have had about Dracen not following through with his promise are eradicated. Aiden's voice returns quickly and with it his usual cocky humour,"You've got yourself a deal Dracy, although I hope you're not taking me to a secret sex dungeon where you'll ravage me... or perhaps I do hope that." He says despite Dracen's finger placed on his lips. Titling his head to the side he pictures being 'ravaged' by Dracen.

"Sorry to disappoint-..." Dracen replies with ease, taking the hand that had kept Aiden from speaking and threading it through thick curls. "...-but there's no sex dungeon. See that cliff over there?" he averts his gaze to the end of the beach were a cliff dips off into the ocean and large rocks hide the cave behind it only to bring it back, meeting Aiden's gaze with promiscuity in his whiskey hues. "There's a cave. It's too precarious to film in there and it's deep enough to conceal us if we're followed."

Aiden follows Dracen's gaze, noting the cliff in question. He raises a questioning eyebrow at Dracen, "You seem familiar with this cave. I hope my little Dracy hasn't been taking other cast members up there." Aiden says, a falsely concerned note in his voice, "All this time I've been thinking we have a special connection and you've been rooting someone else in your sex cave. Who is it? Just tell me so I can have closure." Aiden's tone may be bordering on soap opera style betrayal, but his eyes are glittering with humour. He's teasing Dracen, of course, and it's pretty obvious to anyone listening that he's not being serious. Even if Dracen had been having secret rendezvous with the other cast, Aiden probably wouldn't have cared, especially not with the promiscuous glimmer in Dracen's own extraordinary eyes. Aiden wonders if Dracen realises how rousing that look in his eyes is, especially when adding the fact that Dracen is still essentially sitting on Aiden's crotch.

Dracen lets his hand fall from Aiden's hair into his own lap, giving the gryphon his patient attention as he puts on a show of false abhorrence and dread. It's bittersweet, actually. There's a part of him that yearns for that kind of attachment, for Aiden to actually care if he was sleeping around, but that inkling is immediately superseded by the knowledge that Aiden probably couldn't care less. "Oh you'll be the first-..." ...-for a lot of things. "I only know about it because Benjy told me." He leans in and kisses him again—purely because he can't help himself—but this time he doesn't pull away. His eyes stay locked with Aiden's own as he speaks against his mouth with a smile, "Don't worry, your little Dracy's been nothing if not faithful."

This time the kiss doesn't take him by surprise. He lets himself enjoy it, his lips opening invitingly. He listens with one half of his brain, while the other is focused on the feeling of Dracen's lips moving as he's talking. Once the wyvern's done Aiden pushes forward, resting his hand lightly on the nape of Dracen's neck. Dracen may have initiated the kiss, but Aiden sure as hell wasn't going to let him finish it there. He slips his tongue into Dracen's mouth slowly, gently pushing the pair past soft kisses and into the more sensual French kissing. The hand on Dracen's neck draws him closer, while Aiden's other hand comes to rest just above Dracen's hip and draws their bodies closer together.

Aiden's kiss takes him just as much by surprise as it did a week ago but this time, the wyvern doesn't flounder. It began like last time. Their lips locked and Dracen froze, his eyes wide in surprise as Aiden remained in his element. Then something new happened. As Aiden placed a tender hand on the nape of the wyvern’s neck, he began to slowly and tenderly brush his tongue across his lips. Dracen never thought he would be the first one to ask for this, and scolded himself for thinking that was it. But just in case, he opened his lips a little wider. To his surprise, Aiden took it as an invitation and slipped his tongue inside, sliding it along the wyvern’s own in a gentle caress Dracen wouldn’t have expected from the gryphon. It didn’t take long at all for Dracen to get over the initial shock and when he did, his hands slide up the length of Aiden’s chest, stopping at his shoulders to grab and hold onto. He'd done this with Victoria a few times, but it never gave him this much contentment, but he rushes that though out of his mind the moment it comes. Instead, Dracen lets himself indulge, falling into the rhythm of their heated osculation. His hands move along the gryphon’s shoulders, palming the back of his neck with both hands as he tilts his head, their tongues engaging in a dance with no music. It’s too addictive for him to even think about pulling away, not even when his lungs burn for air.

When he finally does break the kiss, his cheeks are left rosy from air deprivation and he’s panting against Aiden’s lips, his eyes clouded as they fall on the gryphon’s lips.

As their tongues intertwine Aiden lets his hand drop from Dracen’s neck to explore the smooth muscle of his back. The touch of Dracen’s hands prowling up Aiden’s chest send delighted chills across his skin. As they move along his shoulders and then to the back of his neck, his own hands respond by pulling Dracen’s body even closer. The pair sink into a pleasurable rhythm, lips open and tongues interlacing, and Aiden basks in the way the two seem to move together, the enjoyable pressure of Dracen’s hands on his bare skin, and the growing confidence of his partner.

Aiden is determined to continue their fervent embrace, and only reluctantly allows Dracen to halt the kiss. He’s left gasping for more, but concedes that a break is needed. He takes a moment to catch his breath too, before a smile appears on his face. His eyes glimmer with his signature, mischievous look as he slowly leans forward and gently bites on Dracen’s lower lip. He pulls on the wyvern’s lip slightly, and then teasingly retreats before the two can fall once again into a repeat of their breathless kiss.

"Don’t you think we should save something for tonight?” He asks suggestively, raising an eyebrow as his eyes trace the shape of Dracen’s mouth. His left hand is tracing lazy circles on Dracen's lower back, while his right moves back to rest on the nape of Dracen's neck.

Dracen can still feel the phantom touch of Aiden's hands on his skin. They're breathing in each other's air, caught in an intimate closeness that seems rather out of character from two mere acquaintances. He tries not to let himself think that it's because that's not what they are, that they know each other better, but he doesn't grant himself that luxury. He barely knows anything about the gryphon except for that he's prone to one night stands and he wants to bang him. Other than that, Aiden's a complete mystery.

Regardless, when the gryphon smiles Dracen is left entranced, and those fanfiction green eyes aren't doing him any favors either. He's rendered completely helpless when his bottom lip is taken hostage and tugged. It sends a shiver up his spine, one he tries to conceal by gripping Aiden tighter. Those lazy circles aid his focus, giving him something to hone in on as he's blatantly teased and appraised by the gryphon. "Y-Yeah-..." he stammers softly, "We should-...definitely." Funny thing is, he doesn't get up from the gryphon's lap. He remains rooted to the spot, his eyes falling to Aiden's lips unconsciously as he simply stays.

Aiden's smile only grows as Dracen stammers out a reply. As much as he's enjoying the assertive, confident Dracen - and he is really enjoying this side of the wyvern -, he can't help but find the flustered Dracen that sometimes appears adorable and somewhat endearing. Not that he'd let on as much, it's simply encouraging to know that Aiden's actions can cause such a reaction in someone else.

Aiden smirks, his hand moving slowly lower until it's resting against the fabric of Dracen's shorts. He hooks his thumb over the hem and continues the lazy circles, well aware that his hand is extremely close, if not on Dracen's butt. While he does this he leans in closer until his lips are aligned with Dracen's ear and, in what he believes is a sultry whisper, says, "Although if you're interested we could always pop up to the cave now for a little fun." Aiden suggests, gyrating his hips slightly to indicate what he means by 'fun'.
Aiden isn't altogether serious. Yes, if Dracen agreed Aiden would jump at the chance to go, but given that it is broad-daylight and a cameraman is filming them intently, Aiden doubts that they could get away unnoticed. Still, the suggestion gives Aiden the chance to get close to Dracen and, not one to miss an opportunity, he lightly lets his tongue tickle Dracen's ear before pulling back, a devilish grin on his face.

Dracen's eyes widen slightly, the hairs on the back of his neck standing to attention as Aiden's hands travel downward. His fingertips caress the slope of his ass and it leaves the wyvern beet red as a result, frozen in his spot as Aiden leans forward just to whisper in his ear. Dracen grips Aiden's shoulders tightly, using him as an anchor to regain his focus. It's almost for naught when he feels that tongue at his ear and his back arches into the gyration, his eyelids fluttering as he bites his lip in an attempt to conceal a moan. His blood runs like ice water in his veins and Aiden's driving him crazy. He's also blocking Dracen's face from the sole camera on the beach, much ot the wyvern's relief. His father would give him Hell if saw what he was up to. Exhaling a shaking breath, Dracen leans back, unaware of the increased weight he's putting on Aiden's crotch as he replies, "Keep it in your pants until tonight, babe. Delayed gratification and all that-..."

If anything Dracen's reaction makes Aiden want to throw him on the sand and do it right then and there, cameraman be damned. The firm grip on his shoulders, the shaky breath, and the fact that Dracen's ass is still exceptionally close to Aiden's groin... really, Aiden considers himself a saint for holding off as well as he is doing. But hold off he does, instead making do with letting his fingers trace shapes on Dracen's lower back.

"Don't you worry, sugarbun," Aiden replies, adding in 'sugarbun' in response to Dracen's use of the endearment 'babe'. "I can go all day and night. Tonight I'll show you what it's like to make love to a real man." A smile splits his face as Aiden remembers their chat earlier that week regarding who would give, "We can finally end that argument of who'd be on top." He adds.

"I-..." he blanches, torn between wanting to tell Aiden about his lack of sexual experience with a man or not. Dracen doesn't want to seem like a virgin while Aiden's probably bedded plenty of guys since last season. He decides to throw caution to the wind, deciding that if Aiden had a problem with it then he wasn't worth his time anyway. Still, it's not exactly an easy thing to admit. "I mean, I-...I haven't exactly been with a guy before. I'm-...I'm not a virgin but I haven't...you know...with a dude." If Dracen was red before, he's practically glowing now, skin hot with embarrassment as he averts his eyes.

Aiden is surprised at Dracen's admission. Perhaps somewhat naively he'd simply assumed that everyone had got as much 'ass' as he had after the first season. Not that Aiden has been swimming in sexual meetings, but he'd hardly call himself a newbie to it. Still, he doesn't mind Dracen's inexperience too much. Aiden would happily direct the wyvern when needed. If Dracen is as good in bed as he is making out, Aiden was sure that their night would be extremely enjoyable.

"You're a V-plater? So you've never..." Aiden pulls his hands up to mime penetration, "... in your bum?" The question is as delicate as one might expect from Aiden, and he continues on with as much class as always, "Your dude-virginity is in good hands. 'Sides, guess we know who's going to be on top now."

Dracen gives him an incredulous look as he mimes with his hands, one that resembles that of a parent scolding a child. It's almost laughable considering they're still very much intertwined and he's still very much in his lap. Regardless of how he's looking at him, there's still fondness there. It's detectable in the heavenward roll of his eyes and the way he emotes his face, smiling softly and cocking a brow. "That's what I was implying, yeah." he remarks, before he looks at Aiden in genuine curiosity, "So do I have to, you know, bring anything? I'm not exactly sure how that works."

"Leave it to me." Aiden replies, letting his hands fall to Dracen's thighs, "I'll bring the rubber, you just bring your ass." He gives Dracen his best, sleazy wink, before letting his hands wander up and around the wyvern's thighs to grab a hold of his butt. "Although if you want mood lighting, sensual music in the background... whatever, I'm all for that." He adds, semi joking.

"I'll be in charge of the mood lighting then," he replies with ease, trying with all his might to ignore the hands on his ass. "I'll bring candles," he winks, "Very classy,"

"I'm all about the class." Aiden replies, laughing at how obviously false his statement is. Even so, with or without the candles, Aiden is already looking forward to tonight. It's not just because he's hopefully going to get some action, but also because the pair will be doing it out of the ever present view of the army of cameramen that reside at the house. Aiden is hardly camera shy, he'd happily walk around the house butt naked if he thought he could get away with it, but he was sensitive enough - just - to know that Dracen might not be so keen for a bunch of cameras trained on him as they did the deed.

"How many fangirls do you think will die if they find out? What was it they called us? Draden? Aircen?" Aiden asks a moment later. He's sure after the beach episode airs the Draden movement will become an unstoppable force.

"Draden-..." he corrects with a smile, "...-but I don't know. I'll keep tabs on all of the Draden fan blogs I'm following on Tumblr and give you an estimate."

"You follow them?" Aiden asks, raising an eyebrow. He remembers their talk about the fan art and such on their first day, but as he searches his memory he's sure that Dracen hasn't mentioned it before. The next question seems a predictable follow-up to the last, "Why are you following them?"

Dracen blanches, his mouth falling open in sheer shock. Oh great job, dumbass. Now he probably thinks you're this weird stalker, he scolds himself, Nice work freaking him out before he even gets in your pants.. He flounders, sputtering a bit as he tries to gather his thoughts, "Oh-...pffft, you know for, like, uh-..." he stammers, "For-...science." And just to put the cherry on top to that already outstanding argument, Dracen adds, "Sh-Shut up, okay!" with rosy cheeks and shifty eyes.

Aiden feels the smirk on his face grow larger until its an all-out grin. Dracen isn't doing a good job of arguing his case, stuttering that he followed the 'Draden' blogs for science before reverting to the classic 'Shut up'. Aiden removes his hands from Dracen's backside and brings them up in the international symbol of I give up.
"Okay buddy, you got me there." He says, sarcasm dripping with every word. "I should have known science was involved."

"Don't patronize me," he remarks without missing a beat, chuckling a bit to ease the tension. "I'll have you know I'm very in touch with my fans and they're interests. Their interests just happen to involve us fucking-..." Then he shrugs as if it can't be helped, stifling a laughter that he's been holding whilst simultaneously missing having the gryphon's hands on him.

"Well if it's for the fans, who are we to deny them their hearts' desires?" Aiden replies, "Although you know they won't be able to see us in your little sex cave." Aiden smirks and leans closer, "We could always make a sex tape and 'accidently' release it? For the fans of course." He's only half joking. He'd be up for making a sex tape, but he'd do it for himself, not for fangirls shipping Draden.

Having gained some of his confidence back, Dracen takes Aiden's lips between his fingers, pinching them shut as he cocks a brow, "Babe if I'm going to let you bone me, you'll have to work on your bedside manner." he grins, preening and looking entirely full of himself, "You'll have to get used to keeping our sexual exploits a secret until you want to date me."

Even with his lips held shut by Dracen's fingers, you can't mistake the smile playing on his face. Aiden thinks his bedside manner is fine, in fact it is the next best thing after his stunning good looks and huge package... at least in his own eyes. Of course, without the ability to speak he's unable to remind Dracen that his bedside manner is one of the many qualities that the wyvern undoubtedly loves about him, according to Aiden at least. Instead he's forced to merely make sultry eyes at the wyvern while waiting for the ability to speak again.

Meeting the gryphon's flirtatious gaze, Dracen cannot help but smile, seemingly reading his thoughts with just a glance. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that Aiden had himself convinced that his bedside manner was top notch. It brings a chuckle to the wyvern as he decides to tease the gryphon a little, "Want me to let you go?"

Aiden doesn't know if he's enjoying being the one being teased or not. It's certainly new to him, being on the receiving end of someone's witty humour without being able to retaliate. However, despite this he's enjoying himself, perhaps helped by the fact that it's Dracen holding his lips hostage and not some random asshole he can't stand. So Aiden plays along, nodding in reply to Dracen's question.

"Well then give us a kiss." he replies with a grin, letting go of Aiden's lips in anticipation.

Aiden's patience is rewarded and his lips are freed at the price of a kiss. He's happy to pay and leans forward until his lips are hovering tantalisingly close to Dracen's. Of course, Aiden knows how to tease too and before he closes the last remaining centimetre, he pauses.
"Say please."

He doesn't. Instead, he surges forward, initiating another kiss with a soft moan. Dracen sinks into the kiss, indulging in the way their lips move against one another's for a brief moment before he pulls away with a smirk, "Don't want to anymore." he replies, "You've got a lot to make up for, babe."

Aiden shouldn't really have been surprised when Dracen ignored Aiden's request, instead choosing to close the gap and steal a kiss anyway. If that isn't rude enough, Dracen pulls away before Aiden has gotten his fill. "I'll make it all up to you tonight sweetie-pie." Aiden replies, snorting in amusement at the baby-names, "I'll make it up to you so much that you'll be screaming my name and asking for more." As if to emphasis his words Aiden's hands slide back around Dracen's waist, drawing him slightly closer.

"Well as much as I'd love to stay on your dick all day-..." Dracen jests, "I promised an emissary I'd let her see my dragon form so I must bid you farewell for now."

Aiden grins, "Alright then love, have fun. I'll be seeing you tonight." Aiden gives Dracen's buttocks one last encouraging squeeze with his hands before letting them fall onto the sand. "Don't forget the candles."

Dracen gives Aiden a look as he's felt up, leaning in to leave the gryphon with a sweet, parting kiss, "I won't-..." Standing, the wyvern offers a wave goodbye and a soft smile, "I'll see you later." He turns on his heels then, jogging over to the oceanside where his friends lay in the sand, their hands linked. It makes him falter a bit, almost enticing him to stay and let them share an intimate moment, but he's already said goodbye. Instead of jogging over excitedly, he walks, giving them a little extra time before he interjects.

Aiden watches Dracen leave, admiring the view as the wyvern jogs away. "I've still got it." He sighs as he flops back onto the sand, the grin on his face widening as he pictures the night to come.

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Golden almond eyes squint through the heavy glare of the sun before they are coolly covered with dark tinted sunglasses. A pink tongue slides along supple lips as long artisan fingers comb through bronze tendrils. Shrugging his bag up his shoulder, Thaddeus Orion Leva closes the door of the limousine and takes in the large estate before him. Now, if asked, those that know this particular fox would tell you that he’s rarely impressed by anything. It’s quite true. In a world of beautiful faces and superficiality, Thaddeus has been desensitized by it all, but he’ll admit that he’s slightly in awe that he, of all people, has been chosen to live in this vast place. He can only imagine the memories he’s going to make here; the people he’ll meet. A slow, sneaky smirk crawls onto his face at the thought. He’s going to make his time here count for something. He glances over his shoulder at the chauffer, watching the older man pull his suitcase out of the trunk.

“Mr. Leva,” he nods curtly as he sets the bags down at Thaddeus’ side.

Thaddeus coolly returns the nod, offering a charming grin of gratitude before taking his belongings off of the man’s hands. “Thank you,” it comes out dryly despite his appreciation, but that’s just who he is. He doesn’t spare the stranger another glance as he looks towards the horizon, taking it all in.

His grasp tightens on his bags before he disappears and nonchalantly reappears at the entrance of the villa. He knocks on the door, turning on the charm as it opens.

"Mister Leva!" Claude greets with the typical showmanship demeanor you'd expect from the producer of a hit television show. With his smile wide and his arms wide, he opens the door, welcoming the fox into the manor. "So nice to have you with us, Mister Leva. Thank you for coming at such short notice."

Cocking his head to the side, Thaddeus peels off his sunglasses to reveal his honey colored gaze. “Trust me, the pleasure is all mine,” he says as he enters the villa. “I’m glad to be here.” His eyes scan the space, analyzing the area and looking for any form of life aside from the camera crew members lazing about. “Where is everyone?” He cocks his brow, eyes darting to Claude in a mixture to disappointment and curiosity. He had been looking forward to seeing the look on his flatmates’ faces when they laid eyes on him for the first time, so you can understand why his once brilliant smile had turned rather lackluster.

"They're all at the beach at the moment. We have it reserved for the whole weekend so you'll be able to visit tomorrow." With a wave of his hand, Claude leads the newest cast member upstairs with a courteous smile, "Your roommate will be Dracen Mallory, he's a veteran on the show. The producers and I thought he'd be the best fit for your first week."

Thaddeus follows Claude without a second thought, allowing his mind to wander as he does. “Dracen Mallory,” he’s tasting the name on his tongue, savoring it. “Interesting.” He tries to pin the name with a face, but it’s all for naught seeing as he’s not particularly a ‘fan’ of the show. The only reason he’s on it is because of his brothers giving him the heads up and his willingness to branch out. As far as he knows, this Dracen Mallory is a blank slate to him. “Is there any chance I can get a shower before the others get back? The flight has me a bit jetlagged and I need a few hours to get myself together before the cameras begin to roll.”

Opening the room where Thaddeus would be staying, Claude turns to face him, "Yes, of course. Every room comes equipped with their own private bathroom." Offering to take some of his bags, Claude escorts him inside of the room, "The others shouldn't be back for a while so you'll have ample opportunity to acquaint yourself with the house. My apologies about the state of that particular side of the room on Dracen's behalf, you'll soon discover that he's a bit scatter-brained."

Thaddeus huffs a chuckle, taking a seat on the bed beside Dracen’s. He looks at the disarray with amusement. “I think I’ll be able to handle him,” he states, sending a wink Claude’s way. “Thank you for the hospitality. I’ll start making myself at home.”

"Good to hear," Claude smirks, the wink not lost on him as he cocks an amused brow, "Don't hesitate to ask any of the interns if you need anything or if you want showing around. The kitchen's open at all hours so feel free to have meals at your leisure. Cameras will begin rolling this evening when the rest of the cast returns." Turning on his heels, Claude saunters over to the bedroom door, turning at the last minute to add, "Welcome to the show, Mister Leva," before stepping out into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.‏

Smiling, Thaddeus gives the older man a parting wave as the door shuts. As soon as he’s alone, he slumps against the bed, laying on his back and letting out a long sigh. He takes a minute or two to stare at the ceiling and collect his thoughts. He gets to his feet after a few minutes of negotiating with himself and finally determining that it’d be best if he just get the shower over with so that he can sleep in comfort. Unzipping his bag and gathering his toiletries, Thaddeus gradually peels off his clothing, dropping the fabric haphazardly along the floor and leaving a trail from his bed to the bathroom before he makes his way to the shower for some well-deserved rest and relaxation.

It goes without saying that Dracen couldn't just interrupt what he helped set into motion. Dismissing himself, the wyvern says goodbye to his friends on the beach, claiming to go because he had to call his father and check on him. He probably would, but only because he had nothing else to do. Going to the beach wasn't as much fun without someone to splash around with and he couldn't very well take flight and risk exposing himself to the others. Granted he could've spoken to one of the others but Dracen wasn't really in the mood. As his bare feet smacked against the sidewalk, Dracen thought of something to do once he got to the house. He could call his dad but he was probably at the station so they wouldn't be able to talk long. He could eat but he wasn't really hungry. None of the flowers really needed tending to either. With the winding road keeping his focus, he decided he'd be better suited cleaning his bedroom. Claude had warned him of a new arrival after last week's elimination, claiming the leprechaun hadn't shown up leaving them down one cast member. Why the shaman couldn't stay, Dracen didn't know, but Claude apparently had his reasons. It just goes to show how scripted reality television was. "Ironic, right?". He doesn't know how he manages it but he slips through the house unnoticed, striding up the stairs with a grace he had to force before waltzing right into his bedroom. Only-...it wasn't just his bedroom anymore. Standing in front of the previously unoccupied bed was a tan Adonis clad in nothing but a towel and poor Dracen was left speechless. He's pretty sure his mouth is hanging open which, attractive. Shaking himself out of it, he stammers, trying almost in vain to drag his eyes back up. "Umm-...hi."

A shower has never felt so good. Thaddeus runs a towel through his hair, leaving his bronze locks in utter disarray as he opens his suitcase to get some clothes. He’s throwing a decent outfit together whilst simultaneously towel drying his hair. Content, Thaddeus slips his thumbs into the waistline of the towel, ready to take it off and dress himself when his ears suddenly twitch along with his nose. Someone’s coming. He can smell salt water and sand clinging to their flesh, hear the slight catch in this stranger’s breath, and definitely detect the sweat rolling down the crook of his neck. He smiles to himself, making no move to hide, although he does decide to keep the towel wrapped around his waist. He can feel this person behind him, taking his back in. He smirks to himself before quickly wiping it away and glancing over his shoulder. His golden gaze falls on a man a tad shorter and slimmer than him…and the look on his face speaks volumes. Turning to him full on, Thaddeus gives him a knowing smile as he regards him in amusement. “You must be Dracen, correct?”

Sex. That’s what this guy embodies. The slow smirk, the soulful eyes, the predatory gaze. Dracen fell so hard for it when it was Aiden, but he wouldn’t now. "Uhh yeah." the wyvern says quickly, valiantly keeping his gaze locked on his roommate's eyes and not the planes of sculpted muscles that're right the fuck there. "Dracen is-...Dracen is me. I am Dracen. Uhh-...." His brain feels fried, almost short circuited because "too hot, cannot begin to even". With a look of confusion he gestures behind him, going off into a verbal tangent. "Did I die on the way up here? Is this Big G's way of saying job well done? Because seriously-..." he pauses, gesturing a tad wildly at the display before him, his eyes momentarily caught of those abs before he forces his gaze back up. "Honestly it wouldn't even surprise me if I wandered out into the middle of the road on the way up here and your my religion's equivalent of seventy-two virgins or something."

Thaddeus can’t help the smile that curls across his face. He’s flashing his pearly whites, clearly enjoying his roommate’s babbling. “Claude warned me about you being scatter brained, but I wasn’t expecting that, per se.” He quips. “I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m simply here for the show…not your fantasy.” He quirks a brow, taking a step towards Dracen as he tosses the towel that he was using to dry his hair over his shoulder before formally extending his hand in greeting. “I’m not seventy-two virgins, but people know me as Thaddeus; Thaddeus Leva. If it wasn’t clear before, I’m your new roommate.”

"Fucking Claude-…" he thinks, thinning out his lips in slight agitation. When the Adonis smiles at it him, the tension in his body leaves him, but embarrassment forces a flush that begins at his collarbone and ends at the tip of his ears. He introduces himself as Thaddeus, his accent something from a foreign country he’s never heard before. There’s no hesitation in Dracen’s movements, taking his roommate’s hand and giving a firm shake as his face splits in a wide grin. "Sorry about that, I’m Dracen Ma-…." his mouth clamps shut as he hangs his head with a sigh, "Dracen Mallory, but you know that already. I’m sorry. I’m-..." Pulling his hand away, he brings it to the back of his neck, rubbing it in an effort to ground himself. "I’m the spazz but I guess my reputation precedes me.”

“Spazz?” Thaddeus grins, charmingly, crossing his arms over his chest. “What exactly is a ‘spazz’?” He cocks his head, running his fingers through his brown locks to get his wet hair out of his eyes. “Is that some type of…cheese or something of the sort?”

"Cheese? What?” Dracen snorts, his nose wrinkling with the intensity of his smile, "No. Spazz is another word for awkward or socially inpet or klutz.” Cocking his brow, the wyvern tilts his head in curiosity, "What country are you from?”

“Oh,” the Greek blinks. “I see.” He turns his back to Dracen as he goes back to rifling through his suitcase. “Athens, Greece,” he says, looking over his shoulder at Dracen. “And you, Spazz?”

”I’m from the US.” Dracen says, before inching his way forward exuding curiosity. "So Greece, huh? You must be a mythology creature. Which one? I might have read up on you.”

Slipping into a pair of boxer briefs underneath his towel, Thaddeus regards Dracen with mild interest. “What do you think I am?” He tosses the towel aside when he’s got them on completely before he moves into his jeans. “I’d like to see if you can guess it.”

"Try and guess it-…" Dracen thinks, inhaling in a vain attempt to catch a scent. His sense of smell was strong but nowhere strong enough to tell something like species. "Use your brain then, Drace. What could he be?" He goes through the list of every mythological creatures he’s ever heard of coming from Greece, pondering as he studies his companion like words on a page. ”I don’t think you could be a centaur.” Dracen thinks aloud, moving around him slowly, drinking him in. ”I’ve seen centaurs and—no offense, your body is amazing—but they’re a lot buffer. I’d say you were an Empousai but those are usually females and you are very much a dude. Mermen are usually really attractive too but you don’t seem like the type who likes water. Are you an animal? You could be an animal. You’ve got the moxie to be a beast but which one-…?” Hues of deep amber saturate as he peruses his mind for the information he’s stored away. "Arion? Balius? Xanthus? No, he couldn’t be a horse. Griffin? No. Hippogriff? Less likely; he couldn’t be a half-breed. Normean Lion? Too cat-like. He’s sly but he isn’t-…" Suddenly his eyes widen, the slow setting sun giving them the allure of whiskey as they fall on the smirk seemingly plastered onto that ridiculously handsome face. "Sly. Sly like a-…. Like a fox? Holy shit! The Teumessian fox! That’s got to be a thing!" ”Alright, don’t judge me, but I think I got it. I might be wrong though. I mean, the creature I’m talking about got turned into a stone along with this giant dog thing because Zeus pretty much wouldn’t let that crazy paradox shit in his house. But are you-…are you a fox?”

He’s sliding a T-shirt down his torso, looking up on to acknowledge Dracen and let him know that he’s engaged and interested in his ramblings. He’s smirking at some guesses and wrinkling his nose at others. By the time Dracen has guessed correctly, he’s lounging on his bed with a smirk on his face. “You mean, the Teumessian Fox?” He says, smoothly, his voice taking on a suggestive allure as he cocks his head in amusement. “Hmm…what ever made you come to that conclusion?”

”Dude, have you seen yourself?” Dracen scoffs, ”Literally you’re a walking embodiment of a fox. What with that smirk and that look and you practically ooze vixen or sex god, like, you don’t even know. And I always assumed-…” In midsentence, the wyvern’s eyes seem to widen, his face once against adorning a contagious grin, ”Wait, does that mean I got it? Did I get it right? I bet I fucking nailed it, didn’t I?” With an almost private fist pump, he interrupts himself, only to unload an onslaught of questions onto the young man all at once. ”Are you, like, the Teumessian Fox? You’ve got to be a descendant, I’m guessing. You don’t look like you were stoned for centuries. Are there more of you? How many are there? Are they just in Greece or are they in other places? Have you ever met any outside of your family?” Flushing in the wake of his word vomit, he huffed a nervous laugh, once again rubbing the back of his neck, ”Sorry. I had a lot of Adderall today, so-…”

This is going to take some getting used to, Thaddeus concludes after staring at Dracen for a long minute. He doesn’t speak until he’s certain that the younger man won’t explode. He’s looking at his roommate with a deadpan expression, sitting up on the headboard of his bed. “Okay…” He says, slowly. “One question at a time, Dracen. You’re guess was right. I’m a Teumessian Fox. I’m able to turn into a giant fox that can’t really fit into this room, but what I can’t do is understand you when you ramble like that. Slow down.”

Dracen’s bottom lip pokes out a bit as he wallows in his humiliation, much like a kicked puppy. ”I’m sorry,” he grimaces, taking a breath and collecting his words before he speaks again, ”I’ve kind of already come to the conclusion that you’re not the fox in the legends but a descendent in a species, am I wrong?’

“No,” Thaddeus says, his crooked grin automatically returning to his face. “You’re correct. According to elder foxes, my ancestor was a bit of a bitch.”

“Yeah, wasn’t he supposed to be like über allusive?” Dracen asked, sitting down, heedless to the slight dampness of his swim trunks. Needless to say, he’s curious. He always is when it comes to meeting new people from different parts of the world. It’s as if he cannot help but ask every little thing about them, genuinely curious about their species and customs because his own is so different. ”Does that same thing apply to you guys? I mean, are all Teumessian foxes allusive and hard to catch? Y’all would have to have a reason to be that way, right?” Though there was more than one question, his pace wasn’t as stupefying as his prior transgressions.

“It does,” Thaddeus shrugs, disappearing right before Dracen’s eyes and reappearing right behind the wyvern. He leans against the wall, coolly, his pink lips maintaining that infamous crooked grin. “We’re virtually uncatchable and we prefer to keep it that way for various reasons. It’s a big deal when a fox is caught.”

All of a sudden the fox was gone, leaving Dracen looking puzzled at the empty spot on the bed. When Thaddeus speaks again, the wyvern nearly leaps out of his skin, turning into the direction of the voice in a mess of flailing limbs and a high-pitched yelp. His hand flies to his chest, catching his breath as he tries to calm himself, “Oh my-…God.” he breathes, “Not cool dude.” Gulping down his embarrassment, Dracen sits up, keeping his distance as he tries to scramble up the last of his dignity, “So-…what? Are y’all stuck in a life of indentured servitude or something or is just a huge blow to your ego?”

Thaddeus quirks a bronze brow, mischief twinkling in his golden gaze. In that moment, Dracen becomes a target and Thaddeus’ new toy to play with. “How about you catch me and find out?”

“Is that a challenge?” he asks, a slow smile growing on his face. Dracen stands, inching his way towards the fox with grandiose nonchalance. “Well you know, I don’t know, I mean I’ve got shit to do and-…” Cutting himself off, he leaps forward, slamming straight into the wall when Thaddeus disappears. He crumbles, holding his nose as he groans in pain, slowly sliding down until he sits in a heap on the ground.

When Thaddeus reappears, he’s imperturbably sitting cross-legged on his bed with hilarity dancing in his bright gaze. He’s still smiling, but without audible laughter. His honey gaze is speaking for him. “What part of ‘uncatchable’ did you not understand?”

Dracen pinches the bridge of his nose, tears like constellations on his lashes as he blinks away the pain, glaring the moment he meets the fox’s gaze. With a huff, the wyvern stands, taking his hand from his face in a stubborn attempt to hide his frustration, “There’s no such thing. Mark my words, Foxy, I’m catching you before this season’s over.”

“Try at your own risk,” Thaddeus shrugs as if he knows that the effort is a fruitless one. “You may end up hurting more that your nose next time.” He bites his bottom lip as he breathes, taking in the aroma of sand and sea on Dracen’s flesh. He’s always been fond of the perfume the ocean provides. He inhales again; this time pushing past the veil of oceanic fumes and absorbing his roommate’s natural scent. He’s mulling it over, memorizing it, and savoring it. As he continues to explore Dracen’s body without the use of physical contact, both of his brows raise in interest. “You’re nature based…cold-blooded?” He inhales deeply again. “Maybe some sort of lizard…dragon, perhaps?”

Opening his mouth in protest, Dracen tries to rebuttal but is thwarted when Thaddeus bites his bottom lip and just breathes. It’s as if he’s smelling him, touching him all over without the use of his hands. Needless to say, it leaves the wyvern in a state of unease. "Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?" he thinks, resisting the urge to cover himself as the fox seems to find what he’s sniffing for. Dracen’s blushing; sun-kissed skin tinged pink from the tips of his ears to his collarbone for reasons unbeknownst to him. "What do I smell like?" he asks himself, "How could he have possibly known that?" “Uhh-…yeah.” Drace replies on a breath, “Most consider me to be a wyvern but I’m a half-breed. You’re probably smelling that. Wyverns aren’t typically associated with dragons.” and because he cannot help but ask, “You can tell all that just by how I smell?”

Nodding, Thaddeus lets his teeth slide off of his lips gradually, leaving them just swollen enough. “You smell earthy…like citrus and…lake water. I can hear your heart beating, your blood flow too if I actually concentrated hard enough.”

“Oh well that’s cool,” Dracen replies, his voice cracking as it rises in pitch. All he can think about is what would happen if he did concentrate on his blood flow. "Well if you keep looking at his lips he’ll hear it all go south, dumbass." he mentally scolds, shaking his head to get a grip. “Well bitchin’ sense of smell aside, I think I need to bathe so-…” Backing up towards the dresser, he pats the surface for a pair of boxer briefs, sputtering as his heart skips a beat from anxiety. “I’m just going to—you know—bathe. In the bathroom. Alone. By myself.” he turns swiftly, bending at the waist to gather some clothes, heedless to what might be going on behind him. When he turns back around there’s a friendly smile on his face, “Catch you later?”

Thaddeus doesn’t look away as Dracen splutters before him. He finds it both humorous and slightly endearing, but he doesn’t express that. His face is completely smug, sporting the cocked brow and knowing smirk. He knows that Dracen is staring at his lips, watching him run his tongue over it ever so slowly. This is obviously unhinging him which leads to Thaddeus widening his smile. “You have fun with that,” he says almost suggestively. He sits up straighter as his roommate bids him farewell. “I doubt it, but you can try, Scales.”

Scales, the word echoes. Dracen smiles blindingly a moment later, “What did I say, huh? There’s no such thing as uncatchable. And whether you like it or not, I’m going to prove it to you.” His sudden bout of confidence is almost a stark contrast to his flustered anxiety. “Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow-…” the wyvern shrugs, “Regardless, we’re going to be best friends, because that’s pretty definite. I’ll just have to catch you somewhere along the way.” With that he retreats behind the door, shutting it behind him as he calls out, “Welcome to the show, Foxy!”