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Thank you Kei ❤ (Can I call you that? XD) Well, it’s a bit of a secret, so I can’t outrightly say, but Hunter can be curious and try to push him XD
Thorn
“We can start right away,” Miss Soleil continued. “Terrariums are all about containing humidity. You can water the plants inside, and as long as the lid remains on top, the water will evaporate and condensate on the side of the glass, over and over, like a little ecosystem.”
“Like this greenhouse.” Thorn stepped over a large tiger lily.
“Yes! You will each make your own little greenhouse.”
They stopped at a storage shelf, and Soleil waved at the many pots and jars, then at a large table of tiny green and color-spotted plants. “Choose a jar and a few plants! I also have a few trinkets you can hide under the leaves, if you wish.”
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Who else other than Sebastian is in Dance?
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@whalekeeper Sure! My mom shortens it to K all the time.
I’ll go ahead and RP for him then…..
Hunter
The other boy–the one beside Paxton–was drawing something.
The outline of a creature…..One he didn’t know.
“What’s that?” he asked, looking over. Pax continued to inspect his little gift.
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
Marcel
Marcel flinched, annoyed.
“Looks like it has wings…” The kid, who had leathery wings himself, leaned closer.
Marcel briefly nodded at the kid’s words, and studied his own creation.
The winged figure glowed in the sun.
A warrior, surrounded by those of the light. Not human… Not himself…
Underneath Marcel’s chest, something let out a wild, uncontrollable shriek.
He shrank back, and pushed both the dragon boy and Paxton out of the way, the first with an exclamation, the other with a soft cry.
Then he seized his brush and smeared orange paint over the figure’s face, as if slashing it with a rapier.
With a flurry of feathers, he made a half-hearted to blow the paint dry, and backed away, out of breath.
The blush of light disappeared, and it was just a painting.
Marcel hugged himself until his knuckles turned white.
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@whalekeeper AWW MARCEL 😭 @keilah-h
Paxton
Having finished his own painting-and been pleased with it, though he wasn’t sure if it was exactly what the teacher was looking for, all things considered, Paxton had joined the boy he knew from earlier that day in watching Marcel paint his own piece of art.
His eyes watched with curiosity as the being Marcel was drawing took form. An angelic looking being…beautiful, though Paxton shuddered slightly at the thought that the wings reminded him a bit of his brothers.
Yet…this being didn’t look like them in their manner…
More light then dark.
Like Sorren…maybe.
Suddenly…though…Paxton watched as Marcel’s strokes grew a bit hastier, and his grip tighter. His face wore down, looking suddenly exhausted, and without warning, he pushed back, knocking both Paxton and the winged boy, Hunter, out of the way.
Hunter let out an exclaim, Paxton a small cry. The white-haired boy shifted back, and then spotted the expression on Marcel’s face as he slashed a bright, Orange streak across his otherwise pale creation’s face.
Breaths ragged, Marcel wrapped his arms around himself, fingers holding so firmly to the hug that Paxton wondered if he was hurting himself…
Paxton stood still for a moment, staring with wide eyes at the all too…familiar sight.
He frowned, a sad sigh leaving his lips as he tilted his head. Marcel was staring at his shoes now. Or glaring at them.
Paxton ducked a bit, afraid of somehow setting off the strange boy, who was not unlike a box of firecrackers. A bit surprising, if unwieldy, but also…fun and exciting.
He stepped forward, and then reached out, slowly setting a hand on his shoulder. He gave a small smile and then, turned to his backpack, unzipping the side pocket.
He pulled out a piece of taffy, proffering the delicious sweet to the boy, even though he knew Marcel had a horde of his own.
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#ProtectSebGah! I love the fact that Marcel and Pax got off to such a rough start and now they’re becoming like the best of friends XD @whalekeeper
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#ProtectSeb@whalekeeper my Jocelyn is in Dance!
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@whalekeeper I have Angelina, Ellie, and Eva in dance! 😀
@freedomwriter76 @whalekeeper am I the only one loving the idea of Seb being the ONLY dude in a dance? XD
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#ProtectSebHehe yep! You’d better be ready for him to revert to aloof-ness though. He doesn’t like hanging with people a lot of the time – meaning he’ll hide in his dorm, with a pile of cartoons and treats. He might seem passively rude to Pax, and that’s partly because he thinks of younger kids as beneath him… but that’s just his personality. A very private kid.
HAHAHAHAHA Seb’s ain’t gonna be too pleased, but he’ll live. It’s his height he has to worry about.
I’mma write his RP eventually.
@keilah-h as well…Marcel
The flurry of emotion soon abated. His chest spasmed a little, but other than that, Marcel found himself back to normal again.
Weirdo. What was that all about?
His feathers had settled down too, as if back to sleep.
Easily, he reverted back to his stoic expression – which didn’t feel too much like a mask. Maybe he could write his explosion off as a sudden artistic inspiration, begging to come to life.
…More to death. But so was graffiti, and that was still an art form.
He didn’t want to think about it. Thinking made his brain hurt, and then made him feel guilty for being confused.
But as he absently glanced at the painting, one thing was almost certain. That figure must have meant something to the earlier Marcel.
The Once-Marcel.
A soft hand patted his shoulder.
Marcel saw Pax, holding out a piece of yellow and green taffy. The little kid smiled sweetly.
Marcel sniffed, and unwrapped the paper, popping the candy into his mouth and shoving his dark glasses on to cover whatever tears might squeeze out – not that there were any. “You trying to bribe me into something?”
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Okay, wrote him! This was fun 😈
Sebastian
Dance Class.
A mere recreational activity to others, and yet essentially hardwired into the eccentric child’s brain, a one-way ticket to dimensions unknown and insane.
In other words: Super cool.
Sebastian swaggered into the magnificent, rose-accented ballroom, twirling his top hat on a finger, and put his feet firmly, dramatically into a firm posture.
Which…didn’t exactly help the tiny ten-year-old as much as it could have.
Seb had once joked at a party about needing a baby-sized highchair in order to properly reach the baked Alaska.
What he hadn’t told those ego-dripping kings and queens… was the part where he could only reach the edge of the flaming pudding.
He also didn’t tell them he was the cause of the flaming.
He would never find a date to the dance – since who in their right mind would dance with a dangerous aristocrat such as himself? Life was fragile. One wrong step, literal or metaphorical, and she would be blown into a million bits.
But enough about that. The thought made Sebastian’s lips pout, which wasn’t good for his image.
Back to the dancing…
Seb stared through his eyebrows at the dancers.
They all wore the class uniforms – or at least, most of them did – and were doing some sort of exercise with their feet, in a wobbly line. Most of them were giggly girls.
The teacher, an old man with a sunny countenance, seemed to be trying very hard to not laugh.
The blond boy rolled his eyes, and took his place at the end of the line, ignoring the stares.
Hopefully this class taught high-class ballroom dancing.
A few girls, tittering near his end of the ribbon of people, caught sight of him.
Seb sighed and pulled the brim of his hat over his eyes.
They giggled, shifting down the line toward him.
“Oh my gosh, he’s just adorbs!” a teen girl squealed.
Seb clutched a stick of dynamite in his pocket and breathed in from his nose, counting to ten. One. Two.
“Aw, I bet he’s the teacher’s wittle baby grandson!”
Three.
“Does he want to dance with us? Does he want to twirl?” One girl said. She crouched down to his height. “Look at his little suit and tie.”
Seven. Eight.
“The hat! It’s so cute!”
Ten.
Sebastian exploded. “This is child abuse, and I will have you put into a padded enclosure to spend the rest of your glittery lives contemplating death, sorrow, and taxes you have to pay for every extravagant CHEESE BOARD I consume!”
Suddenly he had an entire half of the ballroom to himself.
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Paxton
Paxton’s eyes widened. He quickly shook his head, lips pulling taut. Marcel chuckled slightly.
“It was a joke. You take everything literally, don’t you?”
Paxton raised a brow. Marcel sighed, shaking his head. “Nevermind. Your piece is interesting. Very…bright.”
Paxton looked at his canvas, smiling a bit. He nodded his thanks.
Arthur
“Alright…sounds pretty simple…” Arthur said, taking a jar in his hands. He twisted it around his hands, looking into the clear glass, and then peering throughout the greenhouse.
He had to admit, he didn’t understand all the stuff about condensation and things like that, but the idea of having a mini greenhouse, wherever he went, was…appealing, to say the least.
“Can we put…any kind of flower in it?” He asked, a bit timidly, to his own surprise.
I think Pax’s RP may be my last in Art 😊
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#ProtectSeb@whalekeeper OH MY GOSH I LOVED THAT!!!!! POOR SEB! SCREEE JOCELYN IS GOING TO LOVE HIM!!!! 😍😍😍😍 and also Jocelyn is my short-stack of the series (Pax doesn’t really count since he’s the baby technically XD)
Also he’s ten?!
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#ProtectSebYeah we can pause in Art, good idea.
Thorn
Thorn grabbed her own tiny jar, and hooked her arm in Arthur’s. “Of course! It would have to be mini-size, though.”
She looked to Soleil for confirmation, and the teacher winked.
The two approached the table, lightly touching the broad array of green things.
It was plainly to be seen from Arthur’s attitude that he was bad at hiding things. He obviously loved flowers.
Which was an adorable trait in an older boy. Cheers for him!
“I think I’m going to use the String of Pearls,” Thorn whispered, gently fingering a strand of ball-like leaves curling out of the dirt. She felt like she had to be quiet, as if in a nursery.
…
XDXDXD YUP
Yup he is. Considered a miracle of intelligence in his world, but is honestly just bombastic and saucy most of the time.
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@whalekeeper this is gonna be FUUUN!!!
Jocelyn
Jocelyn shoved the doors of the ballroom open, eyes gleaming in the crystal light of the chandelier. A loud squeal left her throat, echoing through the room and making a few of students cover their ears.
She stepped inside, turning around as she did so and taking in the gorgeous rose colored room, beaming at its glory.
“Ah, hello. Are you here for Dance?” An elderly man, holding a can, with a bright smile, asked. Lyn spun around to meet him, nodding her head vigorously.
“Of course! I really don’t understand why more people didn’t join this class, like seriously! So, what kinds of dances will we be learning? I love all types! Ballroom, tango, tap dance, foxtrot,” Jocelyn made no hesitation in demonstrating small moves of each dance as she spoke, enthusiasm sparking from her like fireworks.
The elderly man laughed. “My! Alright, slow down there…a few more students have yet to arrive, but once they do we’ll begin. I hope my teaching is up to your expectations,” he winked, tapping his nose. Lyn laughed, smiling.
“I’m sure it will be!” She looked to her left, spotting a gaggle of girls, whispering and giggling to themselves, a few spinning around.
Lyn stepped over to them, placing her hands on her hips.
“Heya!” She said, saluting.
“Jocelyn!” One cried. She gave the girl a quick side hug, as did a few of the others. Lyn laughed.
“How’s it going?”
“Are you ready for class? We all know you’re the best dancer in the school.”
“Psh, that’s not true,” Lyn said, crossing her arms.
“Don’t be modest! You and your brother are super talented! Didn’t you two used to be in-“
“Ah…how about we move on…” Lyn put a strand of hair behind her ear, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
She turned, spotting a young boy, off on the other side of the ballroom, all by himself…
He was dressed in a dapper outfit, top hat and all, and Lyn’s eyes brightened at the air around him.
But why was he all alone?
“Ah…I’d steer clear of that one. He make look adorable, but he’s extremely rude!” One of the girls said.
Lyn smiled, lips puckering to one side as she watched the young blonde (he is blonde right?) glare at nothing, as if he were God’s gift to earth, and everyone else was an inconvenience.
She leaned her head back and let out a laugh that sounded like tinkling bells, making all of the girls around her look confused.
She winked at them. “Don’t worry. I’ve got a history with small boys who carry large attitudes.” She turned her attention back to the boy, and then, started her way over to him.
He spotted her coming, nose scrunching in agitation. His fists dug into his pockets and he scowled, making Lyn smile all the more.
If she squinted…she could almost see three tails, waving from the boy’s backside, and two fox-like ears poking from the top of his head.
I don’t think I ever realized how much Seb and Nyx are alike!!!! They NEED to meet! They’ll probably hate each other XD and then maybe come to a mutual understanding. But Lyn will love Seb to DEATH and become like the older sister he NEVER WANTED XD cuz she’s Nyx’s embarrassing older sis in this AU
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