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Jan 31, 2012 07:03PM
Preston straightened out his vest with one hand, looking at the floor. He looked flustered and out of place.
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Marie smiled than looked ag Preston"I'm Marie by the way"
Preston rubbed the back of his neck, sore from falling asleep against the shelf. You could see a bit of a rune, snaking up his hand, but he was oblivious to that. As far as he knew, he'd never seen Patch before. I would've remembered if I ever did... He thought, blushing. Preston was never like this, blushing and giddy like a little girl. This was very abnormal.
He didn't say anything, even thoguh it would've been polite to introduce himself. "Come, Marie. We have things to do at the Insti- I mean, home." He pushed past Patch, trying to get to the door.
((Eh, minus the glamour))
Preston, livid, turned around. "If you can see me so well, then tell me what I am?" He spat, pushing his glasses up. His hands were shaking and his eyes were rimmed red. He was scared of this feelnig, one new to him. The feeling of being nervous.
Preston, livid, turned around. "If you can see me so well, then tell me what I am?" He spat, pushing his glasses up. His hands were shaking and his eyes were rimmed red. He was scared of this feelnig, one new to him. The feeling of being nervous.
Marie looked between them.She sensed Preston's nervousness and grabbed his hand"We have to go,sorry"She said pulling him out the door
((Uhm....idk! >.<))
At the word rune, Preston's stomach did cartwheels. But, Marie was already pulling him out teh door. "Wait, Marie.....WAIT~!" He screamed, as the door shut behind them. He tried to struggle free of her grip.
At the word rune, Preston's stomach did cartwheels. But, Marie was already pulling him out teh door. "Wait, Marie.....WAIT~!" He screamed, as the door shut behind them. He tried to struggle free of her grip.
Preston broke free of Marie's grip, and rushed back inside. He thrusted his hand in front of Patch's fast. His breathing was forced and rough. "You....Know....Runes....?" He panted, looking up at him wildly. The librarian was giving him weird looks.
"Oh." His mouth formed a tight o shape, as he dropped his hand to his side. "Uhm..." He looked down, embaressed. "Sorry I....Bothered..." He wondered why he hadn't seen Patch at the Institute, then.
Marie gave Preston a confused look.She walked back in and heard the boy say Nephilim.She glared and rushed up to them,grabbing their hands and pulling them outside"Why must you bring that subject up in front of mundanes"She said
"THEN, You MUST come to the Institute with us, darling!" He said, taking hold of Patch's hand.
"Great, then you shall follow us...Now...." Preston let go of his hand, and turned to Marie. "Any other places you have to go before we proceed home?"
"No"She said with a smile.She held her book to her chest and headed back to the institute
Preston followed suit, skipping in front of her. he had returned to his happy, jumpy self. "I WANT SOME TOAST WHEN WE GET HOME, MARIE~! NO JAM!!!" He sang, going home.
"Yes,sometimes worse.But I'm use.to it"She said with a small laugh.She opened.her.book and started reading,easily dodging people
Preston waved to random people, yelling to them that they were mermaids, or something along those lines. They neared the Institute, and Preston stopped skipping, falling back to the group. He looked like he was sulking. "I always feel the need to be serious, coming back. But, that feeling shortly dies when we are inside....Weird..." Then he looked to his wrist. "I think...Im due for training...." he sighed, really becoming depressed. He opened the door for them and led them inside.
"So do I"Marie said walking towards the elevator"I bet I can kick your butt"She said with a gleam in her eye
"Oh, ho!" He laughed. "Do you, now? Well, we'll just have to test that, wont we?"
Marie smiled and walked into the elevator"Yes we will.I do believe I haven't used my sword for maybe 3 months now"She said with a small frown
"You can use THAT on something less fragile than myself, darling. I was taljing about hand to hand combat..." He pulled both hands into fists. "Patch can come, too." He added, scampering up the stairs.
"But I like my sword better"She said following him,pouting
"And i'd like to have all my limbs syill attached.at the end of the day. You cane it, just dont aim at me." Then, it hit him. He spun around to Patch and ceased walking. "I never fully introduced myself, did I?" He asked, sticking out his hand. "Tis I, Preston Angus Nolan the First, happy to be breathing the same air as you~!"
Preston Cipriano...Has a nice ring to it... He thought to himself as he shook Patch's hang with vigor. "Well, Mr. Cipriano, how about I show you to a living quarter and get you settled? Maybe even give you a slight tour?"
Marie laughed and walked to her roon quietly
"Well then, follow me." He said, taking off down the hall, pausing every once in a while to look back to see if he was following. He stopped at a door, throwing it open. He strategically placed Patch's assigned room near his. "And, this...Shall be your new abode!" He said, ushering him in.
((NOOR! Please stay on for 15 minutes!!! Ill BRB as fast as I can, I just have to take a shower! PLEASE STAY!!!))
Preston leaned against the wall, eyeing the bed. His eyes drifted to patch as he set his stuff down. "Oh, is it?"
Preston leaned against the wall, eyeing the bed. His eyes drifted to patch as he set his stuff down. "Oh, is it?"
((BACK!!! Thank you!!))
Preston removed himself from the wall and came to his side. "Need some help unpacking?"
Preston removed himself from the wall and came to his side. "Need some help unpacking?"
Preston picked up a shirt and folded it nicely. "So, Mr. Cipriano...Tell me about yourself, as I fold your clothes...."
"Oh, I beg to differ. You look extremely interesting...I can come up with about 100 things interesting about you just from your appearance, but I dont like to assume." He sighed and placed the shirt to the side. "But if you wont speak to me, I can tell you plenty about myself...You'll be bored in a matter of minutes, though..."
"Hhmmm..." He said, smiling. "Your hair. Its nice and full and...volumptious..." He let his fingers reach out to touch a lock. "And ypur arms. Strong, yet not overly buff where I feel like a girl around you. And your wrists...Perfect for holding onto...like so..." He wraped his other hand firmly around Patch's wrist. "Care for me to continue?"
"When your cheeks flush, it makes me smile. The deepnees of your voice is compelling. I like the way you hold yourself. You're stylish and pretty for a boy. I want to get to know you more, just by looking into your eyes..." He said, gazing up into them
"Just. They're really quite gorgeous, might I add. You know, you seem too pretty to be male...Are you sure you arent a cross-dressing female?"
"Alright..." His hands traveled up from his wrists to his chest, fingers expanding to touch it all. "Hmm. You're right. Male, you are indeed." He let go and stepped back. "Now, tell me what you like of me? Anything in particular catch your eye?"
Preston watched his hands, traveling to his vest. "Hmm. So i've been told." He stepped several steps back, turning away from him. "I...I suppose you shall get settled on your own, now. No need for me...If you do seek my company, i'll be...Across the hall, in my room. G-goodday, Mr. Cipriano..." He quickly stumbled out of the room, giving several glances back. He just felt too embaressed around him.
He ran to his room, shutting the door. Feeling hot and bothered, he stripped till he was shirtless, placing his burning cheeks against the mirror. "Oh, god. Please don't tell me I love this boy..." He said, groaning. He trailed a hand to the vicinity of where Patch had brushed his hand by, and shivered
Preston, after a while and still shirtless, walked out of his room, in search of Patch. He was so flustered and confused about his feelings, and he also felt like an ass for dissing him like that. He searched room after room, till he found him in the library. "P-Patch?" He called. "Patch, I forgot to give you the tour!"
Preston shuffled over to him, smiling. He placed both hands on his bare hips. "I see you've found the library, then?"
Preston was oblivious to the blushing. "Then, you don't need me, huh? You can manage on your own, finding your way..." He said, rather sadly.
"We can fix that, I suppose." Just then, he looked down. "Oh my! It seems to be that I am...Unclothed from the waist up! How embaressing!" He blushed, putting his hands over his chest to cover
Preston gasped, though he didnt take it in that way. "Oh, come on. Runes make me look lame and i'm too tiny to be even considered a Shadowhunter. Ugh, thats right. Training. After you eat, I guess i'll go. Uh...Follow me.." He ushered him close and headed for the kitchen
Sexy...He thinks im sexy?!?!? He ignored that comment and shook his head. "Herbs?! That would require using my brain for the greater good. And I, sir, do not have the best head on my shoulders, nor the smartest!"
"Oh, you'd be surprised." He shrugged, leading him into the kitchen. "What are you in the mood for, darling?"
"Oh, LOTTIE~!" He screamed and the maid appeared.
"Mr. Nolan, no need to shout! And where is your shirt?"
"Screw my shirt, and makr this man some pasta~!l" He said, laughing.
She rolled her eyes. "Stay here and it'll be out in a few minutes."
"Mr. Nolan, no need to shout! And where is your shirt?"
"Screw my shirt, and makr this man some pasta~!l" He said, laughing.
She rolled her eyes. "Stay here and it'll be out in a few minutes."
Preston ushered him to a chair. The problem was, there was only one chair. "Uh..." He pushed Patch into it, and sat down on his lap. "Do you mind?"
"Well, good!" He said, snuggling into him, sliding down closer to him. He was light, that's for sure. "So, what do we talk of now? Anything fascinating happen to you before I met you?"
"Well, good!" He said, snuggling into him, sliding down closer to him. He was light, that's for sure. "So, what do we talk of now? Anything fascinating happen to you before I met you?"
"Really? No fascinating life story?" He said, squirming when he felt his arm.
Marie changed into a pair of sweat pants that ended at her knees and a tank top.She walked out of her room barefoot and headed towards the training room
((Historical note. They didnt have sweatpants and tank tops for females.in the 1800's, sorry))
preston leaned back, lips very much close to Patch's ear. Gently, he whispered "I can tell that you do. You have a fantastic life story, one worth knowing. Someday, maybe sometime soon, i'd love to..." But he was interupted by Lottie, who had set down two plates of whatever pasta dish she had felt like making at the time. "There." She said, huffily, and spun on her heel.
