Deistic Academy (Multi Pantheon Advanced RP) discussion
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"Khal, how come you're so quiet?" The girl whispering in his ear was definitely not familiar, but the grip she had on his arm was. She was probably looking for his time, his attention, and yet, he only had his focus on his friend sitting on his bed. He wasn't sure how or when he ended up on the floor like this — his jacket gone, a stain on the hem of his plain shirt, and barefoot — all because he had his eyes on Dante for almost the entire night.
Following the events from a week ago, Khalid had distanced himself a bit from the other boy, having yet to apologize tonight for doing so in the first place. Just like every weekend, the once-lively party was now dying down, save for a few stragglers, one of them being the girl draping herself on his shoulder.
Khalid turned his head, disgust evident in the scowl on his face. "Not in the mood, hun. Why don't you go home?" he told her, scooting away from her. Once her touch was gone from him, he pushed himself onto his feet, and turned his gaze back to Dante. Swallowing back the taste of guilt and worry, he walked over to the boy, mustering a sheepish smile. "Why are you alone?"
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He'd be lying if he said he weren't distancing himself. That last interaction with Khalid had set him off in more ways than one. There were wheels turning in his head. So many things that he questioned, so many things he just didn't understand.
There was a familiarity to every interaction he had with Khalid that comforted him and unsettled him at the same time. There were urges he got, muscle memory, unconscious reactions. He figured maybe if he laid low for a while, he'd stop wanting to do those things with Khalid. It was a fluke, he kept telling himself. Lying to himself.
Watching some floozy drape herself over him like a low quality dollar store blanket really wasn't helping the situation. Never did Dante find himself both physically and emotionally attracted to someone. Not until Khalid.
When he approached, Dante tensed and sat up, eyes wide and hopeful, the scruff along his chin grown into a rather nicely trimmed beard. "Uhh.. sometime's you just gotta ride solo until someone worth your time stops by... ya know?" he smiled back just as sheepishly but scooted aside in case he wanted to sit down.
He couldn't help but snort at the sorry excuse of a joke, but nonetheless lowered himself beside Dante and asked, "So am I worth your time?" The small smile he'd had on his face reflected more of a teasing manner than sheepishness.
For a split second, he turned his head to get a better look at his friend, but as soon as he made a small shift, his senses were overloaded by him. Why was sitting right next to him so suffocating? Khalid pulled his legs up and into his chest, then wrapped his arms around them, his chin dropping to rest on his knees.
"How've you been? Haven't really, uh, haven't seen too much of you this week?" he sputtered out, sounding curious. The fact that Khalid hadn't seen or talked to Dante at all recently was because of Khalid, but he wouldn't ever admit that. He also wanted to say sorry, but even that was too big of a word for his dictionary.
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There was a sad sincerity to his grin. It was bitter but still had a tinge of hope at the corners that gleamed through like sunshine through the cracks in the blinds on a Sunday morning. He eyed Khalid up and down and nodded slowly, "Definitely worth my time."
"... Well I did my English report so that's gotta be worth somethin?" he chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck in his nervousness, swallowing and holding a half smoked joint up in offering.
"What about you? I was surprised you.. invited me" he added, glancing at him and biting his lip as his eyes flickered down over Khalid's features. He'd always admired that jawline, the maintained scruff.
His smile got bigger as he took the joint and brought it to his lips to take a drag. When he pulled it away, letting it dangle from his fingers, he turned his head to look at Dante. "Yeah? What was it on?" Khalid asked, not particularly curious, but allowing for any conversation at the moment.
"Must be some fantastic student," he muttered, his tone sounding rather sour. Never in a million years would Khalid call himself a good student — that would be a blatant lie if he did. Yet, there was always a tinge of jealousy in him over the fact that he couldn't at least try with his studies. He'd never been like this, of course. Once upon a time, he was a straight-A student, and then he met the wrong people. Happily ever after.
He brought the joint back up to his lips to take another drag. His eyes fluttered close then opened again when he moved it away from his mouth. He held it out for Dante, an incredulous look on his face. "Of course I'd invite you. There's not such thing as a party without you and me there."
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Dante took it and full face grinned, "Man you know you don't give two flyin shits about what my paper was on - I know I don't" he replied, chuckling and biting his lip as he let his eyes linger over the other. It was just admiring of course. No way he'd check his best bro out like that. No homo or whatever.
"It was on that one book about that guy that pissed off a cyclops and angered Poseidon or somethin. I don't know man I was high as fuck and I think I may have accidentally done a report on Power Rangers but that's besides the point" Dante shrugged and held in a drag, closing his eyes and letting it sting the back of his throat before exhaling with a deep sigh.
He wanted to say so many things but none of them were structured. None of them were coming together in his mind. He wanted to tell Khalid how much he'd missed him, even if it'd only been about a week or so since they'd seen each other. But it felt like longer. It felt like they had so much to catch up on, a deep senseless longing residing at the core of him echoed through the vestiges of his mind like the fractured memory of a long forgotten scream. He was confused to say the least, as to why he felt this way.
Khalid chuckled, leaning his head into the crook of his arm until his laughter settled down. "You mean, like, Odysseus? That dude that ditched his wife for twenty years or some shit?" he asked, coughing back another fit of laughter. He turned his head to look at Dante, only to look away two seconds later when a sudden feeling rose in him at the sight of the other boy.
Over the past week, when Khalid wasn't occupied with something, he'd thought about Dante. At first, he was thinking of how to apologize to the other boy, but it always ended up being him thinking about what a good friend (the world is always so bitter) Dante was.
So, since he was such a good friend to Khalid, the boy glanced again at him again, then nudged his arm with his shoulder. "Hey... Do you ever get these weird-as-fuck dreams? I mean, I wouldn't usually ask, but there was this one time that you were in it. And, shit that sounds weird. But it was almost like I wasn't me. I was someone else and you were there but also someone else... Shit, I'm really high."
Khalid had been having the dreams for a few days. At first, he could only assume they were just plain ol' nightmares, but they felt too real to be from his imagination. Not to mention, the fact that his own friend appeared in his dreams was also unnerving. But hey, if he could get an answer to the question and pass it off as a high thought, then that'd be great.
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Dante stared at Khalid silently for a moment, smoke playing against his slightly parted lips as two almond hues flickered over the other man's face, almost as if he were searching for something. Or as if he were running his fingertips along the old parchment of a map, seeking an unexplored location, handling with caution and care.
He nodded though, tilting his head back and running his hand over the scruff lining his jaw. "Yeah" he answered, worrying the inside of his cheek between his teeth for another few moments. "Sometimes I get weird ass dreams. And I mean... weird ass dreams. That's the first sign - that you're real close to findin out who you actually are. Then there's.. uh... visions, daydreams, and muscle memory."
He clasped his hands together over his lap and cracked his knuckles, "All really just means you're comin into your own - which is good ain't it? I could help, if you want? If I'm.. in your dreams and all. Maybe it's cause I was involved? I don't know I'm.. really high but-" he chuckled nervously. He was actually pretty sober. "Ya know it's kind of our only lead"
