in the arms of an angel [samuel/rubina]

[chocofer]

He doesn't like the academy.

Fucking Scream Academy. Even it's name is creepy.

Jesus, how on hell did he become /dorm leader/ on this place. It's not even Áine's dorm, so what's the fucking point.

There's no point. There's no fucking point. He may just be a masochist.

He doesn't like the academy. It's fucking cold all the time, it's filled with vampires and ghouls and like a dozen or so banshees thanks to his son and his boyfriend, Stuff with a fucking capital S happens all the time, the headmaster is probably batshit, Áine's roommate is a fucking /vampire/ who's dating a /ghoul/, please see list of least favorite monsters above, Sam very carefully plans his visits so he'll avoid the shit out of them, the ghoul more specifically, who the fuck is Amon and why does everybody seem to avoid her, and he hates monsters he hates monsters he hates monsters.

He's so human and /weak/ next to them. He feels like one of them is going to eat him someday.

Literally.

Why did he fall asleep in the common room.

Why did he decide to go back to his room like this.

Alone.

At night.

Fuck fuk fuck fuck fuvk fuuckckkkkkk.

[Meduzia]

Sometimes, the Academy is slow. Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a sword. Ruby says it's a fucking double-edged sword (and goddamn, Sam's crude caveman dictionary has started rubbing off on her and that can't be a fucking good thing, when she thinks of it in the long run). Right now, it is calm, but she supposed it is because everything has done to some point of numbness and that's that. Nothing less, and nothing more.

Except that she is bored. Ruby is frequently bored, so that's not nothing new or unusual. Luckily for her roommates, she was not a person who had to be animated at all costs, or a person who'd ask that of them. Luckily for her friends, she knew that they probably had more important things to do at the ungodly hour that she chose to be awake.

Slowly, Ruby tiptoes from her bed and takes out the candle with her fingers; somebody forgot it. The flames send a tingling sensations up her body; it is not enough to feed the hunger, just enough to make her not want to eat in some hours. Funny thing, feeding a salamander. As quietly as she got up, in the darkness (soon enough she realises the flaw in turning out the candle; well, fuck), Ruby pads about the room until she can reach for a hoodie to throw over her pajamas. The Academy is warm enough as it is; Ruby's own body temperature was another thing altogether.

Then, she gets out. The door doesn't even creak when she slides it open with remote ease, and there is nobody out. It is clearly said not to go out, but it's not like she'll leave the dorms.

Still, even Ruby gets afraid sometimes, so she runs for it, trying to make as little noise as possible. Barefoot as she was, she hurries upstairs, to the higher level of Dieter dorms, even though it makes little difference. It doesn't matter in what part of Academy you are; it is still dangerous, and she knows it. Small miracles is that Hall Monitors enter the dorms only twice - once after the curfew, and once before the dawn. The insane Combat teacher combo is another thing altogether.

She almost - almost - makes it out of the common room, when she notices a figure sleeping on the couch and then-- then Samuel fucking Cor. With a small, stifled laugh, she approaches him (and is he even sleeping? He is not smoking, so it's likely that he's asleep) and sits on the floor next him.

[chocofer]

Samuel is not sleeping. Well, anymore.

He throughly refuses to open his eyes, though. The commom room is going to be empty and dark and shit and he doesn't feel like pissing his pants right now, thank you very much.

Now he just has to find a way to light the room up without opening his eyes, getting up, or moving at all! Easy peasy.

Fuck fuck fuck and fuck again.

He sighs with his whole body and relaxes into the couch he's sitting on. He sighs like he's a dramatic spoiled teenager who didn't get what they wanted, but he's actually pooping his pants in fear.

Not literally.

Yet.

Shit, no 'yet', alright. He's afraid but he's going to be a fucking adult about this. He is going to open his eye and walk to his room and sleep for at least three years or something, and nothing is going to jump at him and claw his fucking arm off or something.

Or something.

Ok. Time to open his eyes.

Right. That was easy. Now. Where can he find a fucking cand-"HOLY BABY JESUS SHIT"

He jumps so hard he ends up in the other side of the couch, and lady luck must be on his side, because he /didn't/ trip and fall to his death! Hahaha. Hahahahaha /kill me now/.

"Rubina you whore what the fuck are you doing here", he hisses to her as if he hadn't just leaped in fear in the sight of her.

He feels bad about calling her a whore.

Nah, she doesn't need to know.

"You creeper, have you been watching me sleep. Shit. Shit, have you got a candle or something."

[Meduzia]

Shit--

"Peculiar curses you have, sugar." She drawls out, even though she's jumped some distance away in surprise. Her skin still prickles from the surprise. It is not legal to be that startled this late into the nihgt. Alright, so many creeping on people while they sleep had been a bad idea, "If you wanna keep that tongue, don't call me a whore."

Lies, lies. She had had two brothers, before she got a sister. Rubina doesn't care for male antics and besides, she is rather fond of Sammy's tongue (not to mention how nasty it'd be to make this threat real). Still, she feels up a harmless banter because why not? Sammy's not going to take it too seriously. He's probably one of those bad-tempered people who get jokes and sarcasm when they come their way. Rubina has known people who wouldn't recognize harmless jab at their pride if it came dancing naked before them.

"You're the one who fell asleep in the dorms, sugar." In truth, she'd offer him to come down to her own, but there are roommates and worse, there is Sammy. Sammy's not too fond of the dorms, or anything Academy-related really, "And no, I 'ave not been watching you sleep, you dick." An eye for an eye, Ruby says. It's always been how she operated, it always will be, no exceptions. It makes this more interesting, to say at the least.

She looks at Sammy as if though he's not quite right in his mind, then catches her wrist with her hand. Her fingers are warm, very warm, the palm only getting there. She pulls away quickly even though it's not yet in the hot specter, and then lets her skin cool off.

"What'd I need the candle for? I'm out trying not to get caught." Still, her words hold this smile that is eventually evident on her face as well, and there is no real bite to them, "Still, I'm sure we could snag one from the wall, if you wish."

[chocofer]

hey ev are they already togehter and stuff here umu))

She calls him sugar and he feels a blush come to his face. He wishes she would't do that stuff. You know. Calling him sugar. Watching him sleep.

Ok, the sleep watching is kind of creepy.

"Pff.", he rolls his eyes. "What are you gonna do with it, sugar, eat it?" Cool, Sammy, maybe if you throw it back at her she won't see your ugly blushing face! "It'd taste horrible I bet, with all the cursing and shit. You know what, let's stop taking about eating tongues."

Yes. That's a good idea. Though for some reason his mind went from "that means eating people!! ! !!!! ! to is that monster slang for kissing.

He feels like kissing her.

Shit shit shit abort abort.

Wait she was saying something. Shit.

"Well, I didn't do it on purpose.", he mumbles, avoiding her eyes eventhough he can't really see them in this dark anyway.

Did she notice he's scared. Shit. He really hopes she hasn't. Is he insulting her enough? He really hopes she hasn't. Shit.

She calls him a dick and a part of his mind tells him to call her a vagina for it. The major part of his mind hums to her and is more worried about the fact that his suculent human body is unprotected in the dark at night and that it's dark and at night and he can't fucking see anything.

Jesus. She's gonna notice.

He mumbles vagina at her so she won't notice.

Crisis averted! Sammy is so smart.

Shit shit shit.

"Who the fuck cares about getting caught. Obviously not you, since you're the one who approached the dorm leader.", he raises his thick eyebrows at her without actually turning to look at her.

She mentions getting up and he panics.

He flails his hands around until he catches her wrist. "Jesus own holy balls if you get up to get the fucking candles and leave me here I am going to piss my pants I swear to god."

Jesus christ. He is so going to regret this in
the morning.

Forget that. He's already regretting it.

Why did it have to be Ruby and not someone else. Why did he have to be such a fucking coward.

Fuck life.

Please some monster come and eat him. Relive him of this misery.

[Meduzia]

i know rofl ))

"Eat it?" It does sound like a very-- interesting offer, in some other ways, "Maybe not literally. Maybe in some ways you'd find far more pleasant?" It's mere suggestion, but a half-smile on her face says enough. She closes her mouth then, licks the inside of her lips and she thinks there is the aftertaste of the tea she's had-- because-- because she feels insecure and she doesn't like feeling insecure. Sam's the first man she's dated and she doesn't-- Ruby doesn't know what men want, or what they expect. They are not what she was cut out for, and yet there she is. Surprisingly, she's very happy. Despite the two of them being dicks to each other occasionally.

"Of course I approached you, Sam," she uses the tone that tells him not to be stupid - she says it like it's something everyday, something that is assumed and that counts, something that he should be used to by now, "I did it because I know I'll get away with it." Or end up in detention with him. That, too, had its own perks. Well damn. Now she hopes he can get into detention, and yet she knows Sammy's not of those who would bother.

Perhaps if she attempts to drive him up the wall more frequently, then.

And really-- she is already in this half-crouch, halfway up and ready to go when he clutches her wrist and it takes her a lot of her strength not to fly forward and land in a heap atop of him-- and she could seriously do without some reflexes.

Instead, she hops on one leg until she can retain her balance, and then she tuts at him, makes him move tad a bit just so that she can sit next to him, unnaturally warm as she is, and so that she can take his hand in hers and lace their fingers, just because.

Because nobody is watching, and because she does like him. To love him, she'd need more. She would need years and devotion and more years, so, for now, she likes him, really likes him; Ruby is ready to give him years, so that is a good sign, she supposes. She closes her eyes, sighs a bit and leans her head on his shoulder.

"You'll be fine, you cretin," she mumbles in the end, eyes still closed, "You'll be fine. You always are, aren't you?"

[chocofer]

She sits with him.

Alright.

Alright.

He's pretty sure his salamander girlfriend would toast anyone who tried to eat him. That's nice.

He sighs in relief. Yeah. Ok. No reason to be a chicken shit when Ruby's here, right?

What was he thinking? Was he seriously fucking afraid of the dark a minute ago? Jesus shit, he's such a fucking loser.

"What I need is a fucking cigarette, is what I need.", he mumbles at her.

She's unnaturally warm where she touches him. Her hand on his hand, her head on his shoulder, they are warm without burning him, but she's still too warm to be human.

He finds he doesn't mind.

"This is a fucking disaster waiting to happen, Ruby.", he mumbles into her hair. "Look at you, all warm and snuggly and shit with the goddamned dorm leader in the middle of the commom room." Well, it's true. Even though it's an unglodly hour in the morning.

Who knows what lurks in those corridors at night, though.

Argh. Sammy closes his eyes.

"You know what.", he tells the salamander tiredly. "My delicate human complexion requires sleep. I know your ulgy monster butt can stay awake till-" he checks his watch. No wait. He is looking at his own bare wrist! So fun. "-whatever fucking time it is now, but I'm not exactly fucking twelve anymore. Let's go somewhere with beds."

He blushes. Fucking accidental innuedos.

He makes no move to get up, though. He is not, not, absofuckinglutely not going to go back alone. He's either going to follow Ruby to her room, roommates and fucking job be damned, or he's going to drag her into his own room, and she's going to sleep there with him.

Uh. Ok. That one was accidental too. Shit.

Not that he doesn't want to- shit, he totally fucking does and WOW WHAT A NICE WINDOW OVER THERE SUCH BEAUTIFUL ART LET'S STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS.

He sighs.

[Meduzia]

"Nah," she says with a small snicker, "Can't do. I don't do cigarettes." It's not that she generally doesn't support them; she can certainly feel the appeal, understand why people find them relaxing, or whatever. Personally she is not the great fan of smoke - it feels like drinking water the whole day when all you want to do is eat. No, she's got nothing against cigarettes on their own. However, Rubina Urodela has everything against cigarettes in hands of one and only Samuel Cor. It's justified.

She would not for the life of her admit that she is worried.

Not now, not ever, ever.

She raises her legs up, stuffs them somewhere between Sammy, herself and the couch and she's only getting warmer, but it's night time anyway. It's night and it's supposed to be colder - the temperature, as far as she can tell, drops for few degrees in the night as well, probably in attempts to keep the students inside of their dorms.

It's obviously not working.

"A disaster waiting to happen?" A smile that crosses her face is positively devious and she learns in further, if possible, her lips brushing against his jaw when she starts speaking, "Are you thinking of something wickedly bad, Samuel Cor?" No, not probably, not that she feels as confident as she sounds.

She feels positively thrilled nonetheless, just by being this close to him, although she has the feeling that the acid at the pit of her stomach won't leave as long as they're dating. People make out these 'butterflies' to be a good thing, but they're sort of been more trouble than worth. She feels funny.

Weak human complexion. She's the one to talk. Salamanders can withstand the goddamn fire and not burn - they don't burn like others do, they scale, the fire makes them stronger. And yet they need sleep, like humans do, and if Ruby had some other matters on her mind, it was all on personal level, and not species-related.

"We're not going back to my room," she clarifies early on in this conversation, "I really don't know how light Ai-Nin sleeps. Besides, she doesn't bring boyfriend over, so I won't either." It sounds fair. She doesn't know if the other is sleeping, actually, at all, because as far as Ruby knows she's a vampire-zombie, or something of sorts, but Ruby is nothing if not polite (except, well, when sometimes), "So I suggest you now offer yours." Her words are followed by a small smile, and she leans a bit further from Sammy - far enough so that their arms still brush, but not close enough so that she can speak into his skin.

[chocofer]

"Well, /I/ do cigarettes. Besides, I don't know why you always say that kinda stuff. You're supposed to.. Eat fire. Or something.", he grumbles, reaching with the hand that is not holdong hers into his pocket. He doesn't actually take them out, though, just closes his fingers over the pack of cigarettes and thinks that it's fuck-all AM and he can be a decent person sometimes, fuck you too.

Yeah, he's been maybe trying to think about someday maybe slowing down a little with the smoking and shit. What with Aw throwing him those /looks/ everytime he catches him smoking.

Also he's been coughing some these days and he's a chiken shit.

BABY JESUS AND MOTHER MARY you know what. He's over 30. He's a grown ass man. He's got a son, for fuck's sake. If she's going to shamelessly flirt with him, then he's going to flirt back.

"Yeas.", he says, turning his face fully to her, their foreheads touching. "I'm thinking about all the /wickedly bad/ shit, Rubina. Like..." You know what. He was going to say something along the lines of 'fuck, holding hands. Maybe even, dare I even fucking say it, a hug.', but then the man realised.

This is his fucking girlfriend.

He's got a girlfriend. She is flirting with him.

Shit. How does one flirt. Shit. Moment's gone. Ok. Let's just go the fuck to sleep.

"What the fuck do you mean how light is her sleep. If we're just going to get in and sleeeeeeee----COUGH."

AJSNNSNKAIJWNNNFNFNSKPPL. Jesus the fucking messiah. Is she doing that on purpose.

ASJJDNNNNRNRNJSKOAOANNDBSUSU his fukcing room

"Fine!", he tells her, eyebrows furrowing and face red. "We're gonna go to my fucking room. In the middle of the night.", he says getting up, still holding her hand. "I'm sure Samuel plus Rubina plus dark room equals something totally innocent.", he mumbles.

If they don't at least make out after all this flirting he's going to flip a dick.

[Meduzia]

"I do eat fire," she says in the end, after a second of thinking this through (which is to say she said it without thinking, "I can show you, if you wish. I don't-- always use my mouth." She rarely does, anyway, because when she was a child, she had blistered tongue. She tried to swallow the candle whole, and it was much too hot for somebody with her age and non-existing fire-swallowing experience.

If it goes to her defense, she was not really a bright child.

Now, though, she mainly inhales the heat or lets her hand burn until they scale black, but she feels fed afterwards. Not tired, merely aching, but a good way; like after the workout, of some sorts, or like the ache that comes after taking off heavy burden. She is pretty sure there are other beings who find it highly disturbing, let alone Sammy, who is a human.

Then Sam turns around and really-- she couldn't have said a better thing. Instead of metaphorically patting herself on the back, Ruby smiles to Sammy, presses only a little bit closer to him, and yet not close enough, not yet-- and then it's gone because he hesitated, and because she wanted to tease (and, by the way, make more damage than good, not to him, but to herself, mainly). She merely shrugs when he mentions her roommate. It doesn't matter now.

And it doesn't matter because Sammy is pulling her up and Ruby's free hand flies to her mouth, conceals them and doesn't let the sound she makes get past her fingers. She is laughing, giggling - whatever ugly, snorting noise girls make and boys think it's made for them, when it's actually just because girls feel like laughing.

Ruby feels like laughing. She doesn't do it for Sammy, she certainly doesn't. It just so happens to happen more frequently when he's around. Circumstance, that's all, and most definitely not him. Nope, surely not. That is settled, she thinks then, and removes her hand, but her smile remains.

"Yes, we're gonna just get in and sleep, Sammy," she confirms, letting herself be half-dragged from her position on the couch, and on the other half, she is restless getting up on her own; he probably doesn't need to put up much effort in pulling her to her feet, "In the middle of the night."

A pause, and then--

"Because, you know, that's what humans do at night. Timid bodies, and whatnot."

--she teases again, just because she can. Still, there are limits that even Ruby has. With a small smile, she leans up and kisses him - it is brief and it probably tastes of tea, what little taste he can feel anyway with how sloppy she is getting, but she thinks she's been teasing the both of them enough; it is late, and she gets tired easily when it is late.

[chocofer]

Stop talking about mouths, he mentally shouts at her.

He almost shivers, not because fucking eating fire is something... Well, something a human wouldn't do, but because his mind rebels against the image of Ruby putting some goddamn fire inside her fucking mouth.

"I tried licking a candle once.", he tells her very siriously. "It was so traumatic I don't understand how I can keep lighters on my person and not panic." Not really. He was what? Seventeen? And /really/ drunk. He doesn't really remember, but that was when he officially banned candles in his house, forever.

"Come on", he tugs at her. "You lead the way. Cause. This fucking building is a fucking labrinth or something.", he grumbles. He's totally not scared. Nope. Not at all. Hahahhahahahha yeah he is. He is not a fan of dark.

She giggles and he feels embarrassed and obcenily proud at the same time. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips; she's really pretty when she laughs.

Then she goes up to her toes and kisses him, and she's so warm and he sighs.

"Noo.", he most definetely does not whine when she pulls away. He bends down a little to be at her level and kisses her again. "You've been all flirty and shit and talking about beds and bedrooms,", he reasons, kissing the corner of her mouth, "I deserve a few more of these.", he says, pecking her on the lips again.

Don't have to be here, though, he thinks.

Beds and shit, after all.

Hell fucking yes.

[Meduzia]

Ruby raises her eyebrow, pale pink on the little sickly-looking, pale skin.

"Why'd you even do that?" A pause, "Or should I not even ask?" She hopes he realises that she doesn't eat candles. She says as much, and then adds: "Not even the wick inside of it. I'm impartial to taste, but I'm sure it doesn't taste all too well." Some would say that her taste buds are burned out; her brother believes in that firmly. Ruby doesn't know; she doesn't care.

She can burn, painfully and painless, and it doesn't matter. There are things more interesting than candles on her hands right now.

Like kissing Sammy, for example, and she allows him to peck her, when he does, and keeps kissing him, too - she'd like to keep the kisses short, to keep them quick and keep moving, and she laces their hands with one intent - to lead him further on, to his room. Yet, when she does, her hands just remain standing there, and that is it; one kiss too long, and she has to pull away with a small whine of her own, even though she is still smiling.

"I like when you smile," she blurts out in the end, and pretends that fire is not spreading on her skin too, and pretends that she is not flushing because of it. Truth is embarrassing, sometimes.

"And we should really get going, too," she shrugs, shifts a bit uncomfortably, but doesn't say anything.

She does not like the rumours, and he doesn't need to know that.

[chocofer]

"Nah, it wasn't that bad.", the man reassures her. "I was young and stupid and also fuck drunk." Not that he isn't stupid now, but. At least now it's a bit more legal.

Lots ot Sammy's stories have "I was drunk" as an explanation bacause Sammy was fuck drunk a lot, read 'almost always', when he was younger. And older. He doesn't drink as much since he swiched for coffee, if it's any consolation.

He still smokes, but no one is perfect.

"Well thank fuck you don't but the images are already forever burned into my brain. Fuck you for that.", he huffs at her.

Rubina laces their fingers together and makes that sound and then she says she likes his smile and he is smiling at that and wow he would really really really like to go to a bedroom right now. Or a couch. Chair. Table. Wall. Anything.

Damn it brain stop thinking about this it's like fuck am and she is what.

Sixteen? Seventeen?

Uh. He. Doesn't actually know. He should have thought about that before he went kissing young people.

Now he feels like a douchebag. Would it be too douchy to ask her right now.

He starts walking towards what he thinks is the general direction of his room, probably, hoping fervently that his sexy thoughts are not written all over his dumb face, hand still hilding Ruby's. Like hell he's going to let go.

"How old are you again.", he asks, staring ahead and definetely not at her.