.::AU::. RAGMIC Drabbles"What is that that you're drawing, Cheyenne?" Arthur peeked over the girl's shoulder, who was currently sketching a drawing in her notebook.
Cheyenne immediately turned bright red and pressed the notebook to her chest, looking forward to avoid eye contact with the man behind her. "N-Nothing!"
Arthur eyed her with an intrigued look before sighing and sitting down beside her. He turned his head to look at her face, smiling to himself as he did so. "You know, if your drawings are that private, you could always tell me to stop peeking over your shoulder."
"W-Well " Cheyenne was speechless; Arthur was right, once again. With a sigh, she pulled the notebook from her chest and looked down at the drawing with a small smile, her cheeks still tinted slightly red. " I was actually planning on showing you this one. It's one of the pictures I've worked really hard on, and I'm actually quite proud with this." She averted her eyes towards the British man beside her, whose eyebrows were rais
.::AU::. A Night Time JogAllison slammed her head upon the desk, groaning loudly out of frustration. "Why must this dumb college give us so much homework!?"
Yes, it may be Allison's last year in college, and yes, the college may be a high class school, but nobody could ever fathom why it gave so much homework in one night. It's worse than senior year in high school, and that year was quite torturous! Allison was getting a headache from thinking about graduating and whatever it may be that she does after leaving college. With a sigh, she stood up and threw her pencil on the desk. "If I can't do my homework, then I might as well do something productive!"
Pulling her hair into a ponytail, Allison trudged down the stairs and grabbed her sweatshirt off of the coat hanger. She still lived in her apartment with her older brother, Arthur, because they lived close enough to the college to walk there every day. She stopped by the front door and bent down to put on her converse, having troubles lacing up the strings. "Go
AU!AU - Elbrus Academy"Stop that, Allison."
"What?" I looked towards my brother, surprise etched all over my face. "What'd I do this time?"
"if you're going to be listening to music all through the entrance ceremony, then at least don't let the whole room be aware of it by dancing in your seat!"
Sticking out my tongue at Arthur, I put my headphones back into my ear and continued listening.
Elbrus Academy. What a prestigious name, one would think. A secluded, private academy tucked away in the depths of the nation, meant for only the elite. The general population may never have even heard of it but for those who managed to enter the Academy, it was a matter of prestige and pride. The Academy provided it's students with luxury and comfort par excellence, in return jus expecting their students to be some of the best once they graduate out from it and hopefully continue to fund the school later on (something which was done by all, till date).
No one would have ever thought that this private academy was made for
EdMar - I Do"Marry me."
It was...sudden, to say the least yet there was no hint of surprise or shock on Marisol's face. On the contrary, a small smile spread out on her face, as she looked at the man kneeling in front of her desk. She slowly looked towards the window and getting up from her seat, opened the blinds in one fluid movement. The staff of the monthly anthology that she was the editor of stared on in surprise, confronted by the unexpected scene of having the head of the IT department of the company on his knees in front of the editor of one of the most precious anthologies of all time.
"Say it again." Marisol's words weren't malicious or joyous. They were more like a statement, above all. A simple, unaffected statement, said with complete sincerity.
Eduard gulped slightly, before using the back of his hand to nudge up his glasses. He'd made up his mind earlier to ask his long-time girlfriend straight out to marry him Eduard knew that she didn't appreciate gimmicks or
AU!AU - Elbrus Academy 2"You'd think that a damned filthy rich place like this would have its amenities," I muttered to myself, much to Arthur's amusement, it seemed.
"This isn't a finishing school, or the like, dear sister," I could hear the smile in his voice. "We do indeed have to put in some effort of our own."
"You're just happy to see me, aren't you?" I turned towards him, a questioning smile playing on my lips. "The last time you were this happy was when your team had beat Francis' during Sports Day some three years ago."
It seemed that maybe I'd touched some sensitive topic, as the smile from Arthur's face completely vanished. "Talking about Francis...he's here too, remember?"
"Ah, the Bonnefoys - yeah, I do remember...mainly art heists, if I'm not mistaken." I remembered how their family had somewhat of a reputation of being involved in most of the major art forgeries and thefts in history.
"Yes, however," Arthur paused, as if to recall information. "Francis' studying to be more in line with an indiv
AU- The Next GenerationName: Vincent Alan Kirkland
-> is sometimes called 'Vinny' but he only likes it when his mom calls him that and even then he doesn't like it too much. More to his liking is 'Vin.'
Parents: Rosie and Arthur Kirkland
Physical features: Vincent is rather average in height, standing at about 5"7 at full growth. His physical built is lean rather than muscular. He has fair skin, though at as fair as Briar or his mother. He has very messy brown hair with some natural red highlights in it, almond shaped emerald green eyes, and thick eyebrows. He also has ear piercings. Vincent's dress style contains a lot of non-gender specific clothes.
Personality traits: Out of the three Kirkland kids, Vincent is probably the most skeptical and the most perfectionist of the trio. He also happens to be the most bookworm-ish in their group. Vincent isn't too big of a fan of sports but he does occasionally play a nice game of football with his friends and, more often, with Briar. He has more experience with bal
Geetiano - I DoThere was nothing wrong with it, so why did it have to be illegal?
Feliciano Vargas never understood quite why visitors weren't allowed to feed the animals at the private menagerie that he worked in. If they were worried that something wrong would be fed to their people then they could just sell food to be fed to the animals, right? There were always options for everything! Some called him optimistic for his point of view others referred to it as childishness but Feliciano Vargas was always one to see the positivity in everything. But no one really ever heard out the opinion of a security guard, did they?
Yet there he was, chasing a complete stranger out of the blue.
well, strictly she was no stranger. He'd talked to her a few times before. Geety was her name.
"Hey, stop!" Feliciano called out to the girl but this time she was running as fast as she could. Geety was afraid that this time they'd really catch her and press charges on her. She never saw the harm in fee
AU: How We Met 9"H-hi!" I said nervously. "I was, um, wondering if I could come to your party."
Isa turned to me. She was pretty, with her fair skin, brown wavy-ish hair, and sparkly brown eyes. It was so hard to talk to someone so pretty! Why does she have to pretty like all of my friends? "Um, do I know you?" She asked.
I shook my head. "No but you're friends with Alli and Marisol, right? I am too! I'm Cheyenne but they call me Rosie a lot. I'm sorry for randomly coming up to you."
She laughed a little as she smiled. "It's okay, random is cool!"
I smiled through my nervousness. Sometimes I forgot I was allowed to be myself. Usually that was reserved for my friends.
Isa continued, "Any friend of Alli and Marisol is a friend of mine! You're free to come to my party."
We decided to keep talking. The conversation went from talks of the party to our favorite shows to talking about cats. God we love cats.
AU: The Tragic Life of Feliciano VargasI returned to the computer, more importantly to my webcam, and showed the girl I was skyping with what I had brought back. The pillow wasn't too big and it wasn't too well kept together; it was an old pillow with some of the stuffing coming out of it. Granted, for an old pillow, it still looked mildly decent and the color of the flowery design hadn't faded too much.
"Do you see this?" I asked her with a bit of a whine in my voice. "Do you see what you have done to my Geetiano pillow? It's losing its fluff!"
Through the magic that was Skype, Geety was able to see my pillow and creepiness. She frowned a little bit and with a slight British accent, she spoke, "But shouldn't it have lost its fluff over a year ago?"
I looked down as I hugged my pillow a little tighter; my voice came out nearly as soft as Fleur's. "And I've been sad ever since I'm sorry; I'm just really emotional about this "
Geety just shook her head over in London, a place she had called home for about a ye