Take Away this Ball and Chain [Alex]

[Milo Dakota Lark]

Milo managed to get out of his classes for that day, claiming psychological trauma from that douchebag counselor when really he was just pissed at the world and couldn't face the other students when the inevitable rumors started spinning. Yeah, he'd really fucked up this time. Losing his temper was one thing - that was expected. But screaming in the middle of the lounge about what had happened to him? Well...he was just hoping the gossip would blow over soon.

As if the other students needed another reason to hate him.

He lie in his room by himself, having dozed off for half an hour or so in his underwear and then not felt like getting up to do anything once he woke up. Milo was half contemplating jerking off, not sure if he was actually horny or just bored and lazy and it was the only thing he could do while he was lying here. His hand was down the front of his underwear, but he wasn't really doing anything yet.

To be honest, he hadn't really been in the mood since that night in the graveyard. A bad job like that always put him off for a week or so.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Alex!
Notes: so gossip would say Milo flipped out on the school shrink and started shouting about rape and getting burned with cigarettes...I'll let you fill in the telephone-effect and exaggerations
Lyrics: Pretty Vacant by Sex Pistols
Credit: Chloe!

[alexander jay garcía torres]

So, like, after a couple of weeks out of the gossip loop, Alex was steadily but surely crawling his way back in and catching up on the whisperings and happenings in his dysfunctional school. Some rumours were mildly entertaining, earning a snort of amusement and a 'seriously?', meanwhile others were just the same old stuff. Y'know. Students being caught in compromising situations. Basically just Northvale's day to day shit.

But. There was one little tidbit he'd heard today that'd captured Alex's full attention. Something about Milo. "That vamp kid, y'know the one, sad looking thing that hangs around The Gateway a lot, y'know, the one they say is an actual prozzy, gross right?" Well. Anyway. Alex pretty much knew that little bit already and didn't think that it was really deserving of the girlish giggles that'd followed that girl's words. He'd like to say that he didn't chuckle along with her like he had actually done though. Yeah, Alex was a bit of a terrible person really.

But anyway. From what the fae had been told the little biter had mouthed off to the sucky counselor they had, ranting and effing and jeffing, the works, and he'd mentioned something about rape? He didn't know the vampire all that much and he wasn't even sure if he could even consider him a friend but... he still had to go see how the guy was holding up, right?

Ten minutes later, Alex had left the study hall (that place was the gossip goldmine okay) and was... knelt on Milo's windowsill. But on the outside side and a few floors up from the ground. What? He hadn't wanted to plod along the vampires' hallway! That would've been like dragging meat before a pack of hungry lions! He was no vampy snack, no siree. So he'd flew here, sized up and now knelt preciously on the dizzying ledge, preased up against the glass.

For one horrifying moment (or not so horrifying, who was he kidding) the fae thought he'd, like, caught the bloodsucker jacking off. He had his hand down his undies okay! What else was he meant to think? But once that that was cleared up, Alex wolf-whistled loudly from his perch on the windowsill.

"Miley-Moooooose~ Hey sexy~" He sang with a snigger, not able to resist or control it. The fae pressed his mouth against the glass, blowing against it and ballooning his cheeks out, his lips in a large O shape. And then he tongued the glass for good measure too, coating it with lovely faerie drool. Alex was so cool. You wouldn't even guess that he was one of the more advanced pupils at Northvale.

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[Milo Dakota Lark]

He was actually pretty close to falling asleep with his hand on his junk when he heard a grating noise at his window and jerked upright with a start, yanking his hand out of his underwear. "Th'fuck?"

His eyes narrowed when he saw that...oh god, what was that thing? "Alex, you look like a retarded fish. Like, a particularly retarded one." With that, Milo slid out of his bed and walked over, yanking the window open. He briefly considered pushing the other boy out of the window, but figured he'd go into faerie form before he hit the ground, and then he'd just be mad and loud and annoying.

So instead, Milo grabbed his not-friend by the collar of his shirt and yanked him into the room. "What the hell do you want?"

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Alex!
Notes: so gossip would say Milo flipped out on the school shrink and started shouting about rape and getting burned with cigarettes...I'll let you fill in the telephone-effect and exaggerations
Lyrics: Pretty Vacant by Sex Pistols
Credit: Chloe!

[alexander jay garcía torres]

Now really. There was no need for Milo to grab and pull him in so roughly. All the fae managed to do was utter a 'urk!' and throw his arms out before he tumbled into a heap of bones and nice clothes. Fair enough, Alex had startled the young vamp. But that didn't deserve the treatment he got in his eyes.

Alex straightened himself up with a huff, tugged his shirt down and neatened his mop of mousy brown curls. "What?" He scoffed, a bit more softer than usual. "Can't I, like, drop in ev'ry now an' then?" The fae didn't exactly want to use 'hey I heard you got banged pretty bad and some guy branded his name on your ass with a cig' as an icebreaker. He had an inkling that Milo would toss him out of the window if he did.

But. Ugh. He was in vampire dorms. Alex looked around with a slight wrinkle of his nose; it wasn't much different from his own dorm if you ignored the thicker curtains and... was that an empty blood packet?! Gross. Grossgrossgross. After not even a moment's deliberation he helped himself to a computer chair and gingerly sat down in it. It was a decent distance away from someone's leftover lunch or breakfast or whatever that was. "Hey. Y'gotta guest. Offer me a drink or somethin' and put on some pants."

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[Milo Dakota Lark]

Milo sat down on his bed heavily - glad that he could do that again - and eyed Alex warily. "No," he said flatly, "'Cause you never come here."

He reached under his bed and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. Taking a quick swig of it, he then screwed the cap back on and slid the bottle across the floor to Alex. "And fuck that, I'm not putting on pants for you."

Now, there were only a few things that Alex could possibly want from him. He hadn't asked for cigarettes (a carton of which Milo pulled from under his pillow) and he wouldn't risk the vampire tower for booze when he could just go to the Gateway. And considering recent events...

"So, what are they saying, then?" he asked tiredly. Milo popped a cigarette into his mouth, lit it, and flopped onto his back.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Alex!
Notes: just wait til Alex realizes Milo touched him with the same hand he had in his underwear XD
Lyrics: Pretty Vacant by Sex Pistols
Credit: Chloe!

[alexander jay garcía torres]

Fine, Milo had a point there. This was the first time he'd paid the guy a dorm visit but he would've maybe visited him once or twice more if he didn't stay in this tower? And, as they say, it's the thought that counts. Alex just waved it off with his hand as he leaned forward to pick up the bottle of Jack rolled his way.

"Fine. Stay in your knickers, y'fat slob." The teen said with a roll of his eyes. It didn't bother her too much. He just didn't want any casual, wandering and accidental glancing of the downstairs region to be misunderstood. This was still the guy his dad screwed in The Gateway's bathroom. Alex hadn't forgotten that yet. But it did seem to slip his mind for now how Milo had just been rummaging about in his undies with the same hand he'd grabbed him with and touched the glass bottle with. That was probably for the best though.

Uncapping the whiskey and taking a swig, it hadn't taken long for Milo to suss out what'd brought Alex here in the first place. He ran his tongue over his teeth and thought what to say for a moment while the alcohol burned in his stomach. "D'ya really wanna know?" The fae asked, kicking off his suede shoes to the corner and slowly spinning in the computer chair. "Us boarding school folk get pree' bored and the gossip can get a bit vicious so... yeah m'not tellin'."

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[Milo Dakota Lark]

Milo huffed out a plume of smoke and belched simultaneously, scratching at his chest through his t-shirt. "Good 'cause I'm gonna," he muttered.

Staring up at the ceiling, he tried to think of what the other students could possibly have turned this into that would be worse that what actually happened. He wanted to hear and he didn't. Luckily, he knew how to push Alex's buttons well enough.

"If you wanna hear what actually happened, you gotta tell me the story that's going around. That's the deal."

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Alex!
Notes: just wait til Alex realizes Milo touched him with the same hand he had in his underwear XD
Lyrics: Pretty Vacant by Sex Pistols
Credit: Chloe!

[alexander jay garcía torres]

Disgusting. And to think he'd came here to check for himself that this gross vampire was fairing okay. It looked like he was his usual, unbearable self. Alex didn't bother concealing his grimace and pushed the window open with a gentle gust of his powers, teasing some air inside the room to freshen it a bit. Milo was really something else.

As curious and hungry Alex was for information he wasn't too certain if the truth was something he honestly wanted here. Whatever had happened to the vampire couldn't have been too nice seeing as most gossip actually stemmed initially from a nugget of truth. The faerie continued to idly spin in the chair while he took another swallow of Jack in thought.

"What if I don't wanna know what happened t'yer?" Alex finally asked, his spinning slowing down. "I mean if it was, uh... bad. I don't think I wanna know." The young faerie squirmed a bit in his seat and drummed his fingertips on the neck of the glass bottle. "I kinda came jus' t'see how y'was doin'. Honest. Not to confirm the gossip or whatever." Okay, okay, that last bit was a lie. But only a half-lie. He wanted to see if some of the stuff they were saying was true or not. Milo looked as though he was sitting easy though... so the numerous burns that were meant to be tattooing his backside seemed unlikely. Unless he'd asked for it and enjoyed it. Which was a whole other rumour that was circling about too.

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[Milo Dakota Lark]

Well, Alex surprised him a little bit. He had been betting on the fae's gossip-crazed nosiness to prevail, but in the end his priority was preserving the cushy safety of how he saw the world. It sort of made Milo want to tell him just to watch him squirm. The fact that Alex actually cared enough to stop by, though...well, he hated to admit that it mattered to it, but it was why he refrained from running his mouth about it.

Milo shrugged and sat up, pointing at the scab his vampire healing had quickly made of the stab wound on his thigh. "M'fine, nothin' I haven't dealt with before. Samson and I are reporting that sonuvabitch counselor, though. God, what an asshole."

In just a t-shirt, the old cigarette marks on the insides of his forearms were visible. Milo glanced down at them, then pressed one arm against his stomach to conceal them and kept the other turned away from Alex while he smoked.

"And I still wanna hear what the gossip is. C'mon, Alex, it'll just be funny how stupid they are." Milo smirked, figuring that might cover up any desperation to know what people were saying about him. Because he totally didn't care. Totally.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Alex!
Notes: just wait til Alex realizes Milo touched him with the same hand he had in his underwear XD
Lyrics: Pretty Vacant by Sex Pistols
Credit: Chloe!

[alexander jay garcía torres]

Sitting there watching Milo puff away, Alex mulled over the counselor business silently as he drank. Although he knew for a fact something less-than-good had happened to Milo (and he wanted to but at the same time didn't want to know exactly what happened), he only had a vague idea what had gone down with the therapist. Or whatever that guy was meant to be but was failing at.

"They said y'punched him, y'know." Alex said between swallows. "A couple o'people say he even tried t'hit y'back but then y'went to bite him but... nahhh. Tha's not true, right?" The slight faerie screwed the cap of the bottle back on and stalked over to pass it back to Milo. Y'know. Before he drank too much or whatever. Flying drunk was never a good idea.

"Uhhh... well..." Aether, what did he tell Milo? The guy was kinda asking nicely. For a prickly moose anyway. Alex shrugged in reply and stood by his beside as he set the bottle down with deliberate care as he picked his words. "Since no one really knows... they kinda been fillin' in the blanks theyselves, like. Some say it was two guys, some say he was one of those slayer fanatics, others say y'wanted it. If y'know what I mean? And... y'know. Other silly shit like that." Okay. That was probably the wrong word to use. 'Silly'. Pfft. This was still rape they were talking about in the end. Not silly shit.

"But, like..." Alex plucked the last bit of cigarette left from Milo's hand and stole the remaining drag. "Basically they's sayin' y'deserved it. Vamos, que lo andabas buscando, dicen." Exhaling a thin stream of smoke, Alex waved his hand a bit to waft it away. "But don't listen to them. It ain't the same. Now, c'mon... gizza cuddleee..." And cue Alex clambering all over Milo in his obnoxious way.