I hate this
Drake
Choast
Drake
"Drake exhales the smoke from his cigarette through his nostrils, lightly flicking the ashes and uncaring where they land in the courtyard of the Arden School for Good and Evil. It was getting dark, meaning that nobody should be around- or so he thought. The sound of approaching footsteps causes him to pause, his cigarette between his lips as he turns to face you. He raises an eyebrow and takes a long drag before exhaling the smoke slowly, eyeing you up and down in annoyance."
“What are "you" doing here?”
"He asks coldly, flicking some more ashes down in the grass."
Choast
"I rolled my eyes playfully, I was wearing a pink top with black pants, the pink top had black rose and thirn designs on it. It was pretty clear I had to model for princessology. I was holding a satchel as well, I was wearing it like a purse." "Careful firebug, you're going to set the whole school on fire, which I actually wouldn't really mind... Actually forget what I said, don't be careful, and do set the school on fire for me." "I open my satchel and rummage in there, I yawn while doing so and mumble something sleepily before replying to the question you asked." "I'm only passing through, I need to find my black gloves, I was forced to take them off in Princessology. I won't take long, and then I can get out of your hair, okay?" "I say, not looking at you."
Drake
"{{char}} snorts at your comment, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. He takes another drag of his cigarette before responding to you."
"As much as I enjoy the sound of things burning, I don't think that's a very good idea, Briar. The school would be all over us faster than you can say 'dragon'. And I doubt you want to draw any more attention to yourself than you already have."
"He flicks the ashes off his cigarette again, watching you as you rummage through your satchel. When you mention needing to find your gloves, he furrows his eyebrows in confusion, before rembering why you needed gloves, he had cursed you when you were younger, and the curse, which was a weaker version of his mother's curse on your mother except your's was always in place. That incident was forgettable, he honestly didnt remeber what happened other than his mother telling him something and you getting cursed."
"Didn't realize you still needed gloves for that curse Princess." "He said with a smirk, taking another drag of his cigarette."
Choast
"I didn't realize you still had the personality of a child, I guess I made a new discovery." "I say teasingly. I look up at you with a smile and continue to rummage through the satchel, it had an expansion spell in it so it could hold a house if I wanted it to. Luckily the friend who also cast the expansion spell also cast a light-as-a-feather spell. I couldn't find the gloves I normally wore to protect myself though. So I dropped to my knees so I could better look inside the satchel."
Drake
"{{char}} smirks at your teasing words, his eyes narrowing as he takes another drag from his cigarette. He watches you with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity, not sure why you were so comfortable around him."
"You should watch your mouth," "he says, his voice low and dangerous." "You don't know me well enough to joke around like that."
"He steps closer to you, the scent of smoke and leather heavy in the air around him." "What's in the bag?" "He asks, tilting his head slightly as he peers down at you."
Choast
"I look up at you." "Sorry." "I say, lokking apologetic." "It's an old habit, from when I used to know you when we were younger, although your memory is probably a bit blurry from that time. The faires cast a spell on you so you'd forget the one you cast on me." "I pull my arm out of the satchel and sigh." "You know, the usual, school supplies, books, a mirror, homework that I should probably complete, perfume, a dagger for defence and spare gloves among various other things. Normally it's more organised but when I pricked my finger in class and fell asleep, someone must've looked through my bag, it has enchntments on it so it has more space and its lighter, convient isnt it?" "I ask, looking up at you."
Drake
"{{char}}'s eyes widen in surprise at your words, the memory of the curse you mentioned coming back to him. He didn't realize that he had been cursed too, but now it made sense why he couldn't remember anything about you. He looks down at you with a slight frown on his face as he listens to you describe the contents of your bag."
"Well, that's convenient I guess," "he says, flicking more ashes from his cigarette." "But why do you carry a dagger? Shouldn't the Arden School for Good and Evil provide enough protection?"
"He takes another drag, watching you with interest." "And what else did we do when we were younger besides me casting a spell on you?" "His tone is teasing, but there's a hint of something deeper behind his words."
Choast
"The dagger is incase anyone wants to mess with me, protection for when I'm awake. The school gives it to the girls and boys who they think need protection from other students." "I close the satchel, picking it up and stand up, brushing the dirt off of my knees." "To be honest my memory I'd a bit foggy, but other than the curse you placed on me, I think it was mostly playing together, studying and pulling pranks in the staff. There's something about a mirror and the magical lake in the enchanted forest that I can't seem to remember, but I know that the incident was a catalyst for the curse."
Drake
"{{char}} raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response. He takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing out a puff of smoke before responding in a deep voice."
"So you're saying we used to play together? Interesting...I don't remember much of my childhood but I do remember being sent here by my mother Maleficent and hating every moment of it."
"He leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he studies you for a moment before exhaling more smoke."
"You know, there are rumors that a curse can be broken through true love's kiss. Have you tried finding your soulmate yet?"
Choast
"Yeah, I have, for a couple of years I looked, but I eventually gave up and learnt to live with it. Life is life, what can you do about it? My parents still hold onto hope, one of the many reasons they dropped me here., they think I can find them here" "I say with a sigh." "Hey, you don't think you could make some gloves for me using your magic, do you Drake?" "I ask with a bright smile on my face. I was happy you weren't blowing the smoke on my face, but was a little annoyed you kept doing it in my general area. Still, what could I do about it?"
Drake
"{{char}} smirks at your request, taking a final puff of his cigarette before flicking it off into the distance."
"Hm, I might be able to whip something up. But what would I get in return?"
"He teases with a smirk, noticing the way you were bothered by the smoke. He wasn't doing it just to annoy you, though he did enjoy seeing your reactions. He takes a step closer to you, looking down at you from his towering height."
"Besides, I wouldn't want anyone thinking I'm soft and making gloves for a princess."
"He chuckles, but there's a hint of something more behind his voice - like he was actually considering it."
Choast
"I pretend to think for a moment before replying." "Well, they wouldn't think you were soft if you made a deal with me, also, who would ever know? So, Drake what do you want from me, it could be anything, I could help you with your homework, it could be a kiss, or even a castle. Though I would have to pull a couple of strings for that." "I say this with a beautiful smile, I really do live up to ny last name, Beauty."
Drake
"{{char}} raises an eyebrow, a small smile quirking at the corner of his lips as he looks down at you."
"A castle? How very generous of you," "He chuckles." "But I think I'd prefer something... different."
"He takes a step even closer to you, invading your personal space with his size and presence. He leans down, his voice low and husky as he whispers into your ear."
"I want a kiss from the beautiful Briar Beauty herself."
"He pulls away slowly, smirking as he watches your reaction. It's subtle, but {{char}} can see a hint of intrigue in your expression."
Choast
"There's a light dust of pink on my cheeks." "Well, it seems fair, but I have to tell you, it won't just be a peck on the lips, okay?" "I say, grabbing the front of your shirt and pulling you down to kiss me passionately. You explored my mouth with your tongue, reciprocating as you grabbed onto my hips, and I used one of my hands to grab onto your shoulders, the other still on your shirt. After a couple of minutes I pulled away for air, panting, only for you to pull us back into the kiss. We begun to make out, and it wasn't until I managed to pull away that I was able to breathe again. I was panting, my face was covered in a pink blush and my lips were swollen from the intense kissing." "Drake I felt a chain breaking, like a weight being lifted off if my shoulders, you don't think...?" "I spoke in between my breaths which were calming down. You still held my hips even though I had ket go of your shirt and your shoulde. It was clear what I was insuating, that the curse may have lifted from your kiss."
Drake
"{{char}} pulls away slightly, a small smirk on his face as he watches you catch your breath. He takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales it slowly before looking back at you."
"Well, isn't that interesting," "He says with amusement." "Maybe it did lift. Or maybe it's just a coincidence."
"He takes another step closer to you, his eyes dark with desire as he looks down at you."
"Maybe we should test that theory again?"
"He leans in for another kiss, his lips capturing yours hungrily as he presses his body against yours. His hands slide up your sides, pulling you even closer as the kiss deepens."
Choast
"Before I could say anything I was pulled back into another kiss. Our bodies were pressed against each other, I could feel an erection growing in your pants when my thigh brushed the area. My hands gripped your shoulder, one hand was one the back of your head, deepening the kiss. Your hands roamed and groped my body, one hand settling to grope my ass." "Eventually, you pulled away with a low growl and were about to say something when I covered your mouth with my hand." "Listen Drake, I'm telling tou what I felt was my curse lifting. If you don't believe me then I'll prick my finger on the roses over there. You said that curses are lifted by a soulmate's kiss, right. So does that mean...?" "I ask, wanting you to reply."
Drake
"{{char}} removes your hand from his mouth and looks at you with a hint of frustration."
"Fine," "He says, running a hand through his hair." "Prick your finger on the roses over there, but if it doesn't work then don't blame me."
"{{char}} watches as you walk over to the roses and prick your finger on one of the thorns. As you wait for something to happen, {{char}} stands back, looking at you skeptically."
"Well?" *He calls out to you after a few minutes have passed. "Anything happen?"
Choast
"I turn around and show you my hand, my finger is bleeding." "Do I look asleep to you Drake?" "I ask, a hint of sarcasm in my voice." "It's true... Shit I don't even know what to say, I've been dreaming about this for ages, but still I'm speechless... what do I do now? Am I suppose to tell someone. Am I supposed to say that's its pretty ironic that the one who cursed me is the reason that same curse is lifted? I honestly don't know." "I put my hand down and stare at it while smiling a bit."
Drake
"{{char}} looks at you in disbelief, his expression softening slightly."
"Well, that's unexpected," "He says, rubbing the back of his neck." "I suppose it is ironic that the one who cursed you is also the one who lifted it. But as for what to do now, that's up to you. You could tell someone or keep it to yourself, but either way, just be careful."
"He takes a step closer to you, looking down at you with a hint of concern."
"And Choast, if anyone gives you trouble about this, just let me know. I'll make sure they regret it."
Choast
"I hug you, burying my face into the crook of your neck, or at least I tried to, but because I was a bit shorter it was more like I was burying my face into your chest." "I step back quickly, realising what I just did." "Sorry." "I say, tearing up slightly." "I'm getting a bit emotional."
Drake
"{{char}}'s eyes widen slightly as you hug him, feeling a wave of heat rushing to his cheeks at your closeness. He hesitates for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around you, gently patting your back."
"It's okay," "He murmurs softly," "Just take a deep breath and calm down."
As you pull away, he gazes down at you with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Choast, are you sure you're okay? You seem pretty shaken up."
Choast
"I'm fine, I might just be side effects, ir the shock. It's probably the latter though. I probably dont need the gloves that I kissed you for. And don't worry, these are happy tears." "I say, wiping the tears off of my face." "My mascara isn't running, is it? That should be the least of my worries right now, I need to tell my parents, and... about us... Drake what are we?"
Drake
"{{char}}'s eyes widen slightly as you mention "about us," suddenly feeling a tingle of excitement and nervousness in his gut. He clears his throat and takes another drag from his cigarette, avoiding eye contact with you."
"I don't know what we are yet, Choast, but I do know that...I have feelings for you." "He admits quietly, exhaling the smoke slowly." "I've been trying to fight it, but every time I see you or think about you...it's like I can't resist."
"He pauses for a moment, taking another drag before continuing," "But we need to be careful. Our parents come from two different worlds, and if they find out about us, who knows what could happen?"
Choast
"You're right, especially with the history they have. But I do think my parents know not to make someone with powerful magic angry. So they'll probably be alright with it." "I say, touching the part of my face that the tears run down, and looking at my hand to see my mascara running." "Drake, I'm glad you like me too, I was worried that you didn't. I've heard tales of unrequited live, and they honestly scare me, one girl coughed up flowers until she died because of heartbreak. I'm really happy you like me back." "I say with a bright smile."
Drake
"{{char}} chuckles at your mention of unrequited love, shaking his head slightly. He takes another drag from his cigarette and looks at you with a soft expression."
"Well, Choast, you don't have to worry about that with me. I may not be the most...affectionate person, but I definitely like you." "He admits, reaching out to gently brush away a tear that had made its way down your cheek." "And if anyone tries to hurt you because of this, they'll have to answer to me."
"He leans in closer to you, the scent of smoke and fire on his breath as he speaks," "Now, how about we forget about all this talk and just focus on enjoying each other's company? We can worry about everything else later."
Choast
"That sounds great, but do you think you could magic me a mirror? I'm worried that I look like a mess." "I say, trying to fix my hair."
Drake
"{{char}} smirks and nods, using his fire magic to conjure up a small compact mirror in his hand. He holds it out to you with a grin."
"Here you go, Choast. Although, I think you look beautiful no matter what."
"He watches as you examine your reflection in the mirror, admiring the way your features are highlighted by the light of the courtyard lamps." "Just let me know if you need anything else, okay? I'm here for you."
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