Bitten and Infected!

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It hadn't been too long since her family had enrolled her in Vyridel Academy. Though it certainly has felt like a long time. Bellamira had never been away from her family this long before. She wasn't having the best time either. It was just one thing after another wasn't it? Her life had spiraled out of control all thanks to-

She shouldn't be thinking about this now. It was dangerous for her to be thinking about this. She gripped her holy symbol close as she walked through the halls, head hung low. Her long platinum hair swept in front of her like a curtain protecting her from the unwanted gaze. Whispers have been trailing her since she's arrived, despite her desire for a relatively quiet existence here at the school.

Just her rotten luck. It was never amazing but it's taken a turn for the worse now. Hmm, wonder why? Bellamira had hoped friends would be just around the corner in a new setting. Instead, she only found dark rumors from her family name floating about. The gossip wasn't about her family alone, of course, other noble families, the popular students... the number one student of Vyridel Academy definitely had some rumors about them.

She's not much of a talker. She prefers to listen to the whispers that lurk in the halls between classes. Bellamira tended to slink around the halls as she did now. Her shoulders are hunched and low as she attempts to shrink into her towering stature. Her ears are perked up for any rumor and her eyes sweep about for familiar faces or interesting scenes.

Her one visible open eye brightens as she spots the iconic figure of the top student of Vyridel. One of the only people at this school who treated her like a person. Honestly, for all these kids bragging about coming from noble families their ideals are far from it. They were different though. They had a pure and noble heart that she sometimes swear she could hear beating.

She didn't approach them though. No, she was never good at approaching. She's much more content to watch and wait. She could wait forever...

Her tongue twists around her fangs as she settled into the shadows of the building keeping her bright opal eye on the seemingly unaware student. She was stuck trying to devise a plan. An excuse to talk to them. That's something she's always having a hard time with though. Maybe the tournament coming up...? She can already feel her cold skin grow warm as she tried to imagine how it might go.

It's always easier to dream of this rather than actually do anything about it. Dangerous to them even. Her grip on her holy symbol tightens even more. She should turn around and leave but she can't. She's transfixed by them whether they know it or not. Part of her wonders if they cursed her. It is a magic school, after all, she wouldn't put someone above it.

Not them though. Not yet. Not ever... never.

Maybe it's best she opens up her book to act like she was studying. Though her one visible eye would dart up from her text to see if they're still there.

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    A sigh escaped Isaah's lips as footsteps echoed around him. Eyes of all types could be felt as he walked down the hallway. Envy. Loathing. Fear. Isaah was a domineering figure in Vyridel ever since he claimed the spot at the top. But while others before him were praised, lauded even, he was treated different. Part of that reputation came from the number two bellow Isaah. The man who first bullied him because of his common blood. Damien Baldric had been popular before Isaah arrived. Was still popular. Was still bitter about being usurped. But the young mage knew something special about Damien. 

    He was afraid.

    Afraid not just from defeat, or of failure. But of Isaah himself. It wasn't too far of a stretch to piece together that Damien's loathing, his rumors, his ire, were fueled by an intense phobia. That being said, the water mage didn't exactly fight the prejudice against him. After so long, after so many challenges against him, so many rumors and bitter words, he stopped caring. If they wanted to hate the young man, then he wasn't going to stop them. 

    But there was also a subtle change in that mentality. No one could tell what exactly happened. One day he went from pushing everyone away, to sometimes lending a hand. Rare kind words where once there had been none. It started with Zedd, with an apology, and shifted outwards. To newer students and those less fortunate. Somehow that only garnered him more ire from those of upper-class backgrounds and especially from Damien. It was hard to pick a target for bullying when the strongest mage in school was instead coming around to lift them back up. Isaah hated to admit it, but he loved seeing the metal mage get so frustrated. Oh who was he kidding, he loved to admit that. 

    Nothing else seemed to change, however. Isaah was still always exhausted. Always emotionally drained. Though he walked with his head held high, the bags under his eyes were undeniably there. The foolish assumed that was a sign of weakness. Something to jump upon to attempt to pull victory out of the jaws of the titan. Each time the status quo stayed the same. Isaah maintained. He would continue to maintain. With an icy, iron grip, the young mage held onto his spot at the top. Bitter. Spiteful. Proud. Tired. Lonely. 

    Gods was he so lonely. 

    No one would ever know that, of course. Softness was not something he could ever share. Not publicly. The water mage had a reputation to keep. If anyone figured out just how soft his heart really was... They would jump on that in seconds. Better that the eyes upon him were wary. Better to be feared than to be known.

    Past the ire, however, Isaah could feel something else. Like a tingle in the back of the boy's neck, a new sensation crawled up his spine. The footsteps slowed, and then stopped. Emerald eyes swept the hallway. Only a small handful of students were roaming back and forth, going their own ways. Save for one. Even in the simple school uniform, it was hard for her to not stand out. Especially when the girl was doing her best to pretend she wasn't actually there. but those opalescent eyes shone with a different light. A light that piqued the young man's curiosity.

    Admiration. 

    Bellamira didn't need to have to work up the courage anymore as the honors student turned in her direction. Gods she was so damn tall. If it weren't for his masterful pokerface, Isaah's expression definitely would have folded. He knew of Bellamira in passing. Small rumors of some creepy girl from a creepy family. So of course Isaah went to talk to them himself. The boy didn't remember the content of the discussion, only that she was actually a very sweet hearted young woman. One who most certainly didn't deserve the reputation she had. Behind the shy exterior, there was a quiet beauty, one that could easily quicken a poor boy's heart if she ever used it to her advantage. 

    Halted infront of her, the honors student quietly studied her one visible eye. The coloration was beautiful, like a gemstone. He was almost jealous. "Bellamira." Isaah began. His voice was lighter, with a polite tone. So many different things ran through the boy's mind, but none of the conversational topics made sense. Not coming from him, at least. "Enjoying your day so far?" Good enough.

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    She felt tense when his gaze finally meet hers. A slight panic began to rise within her as he approached. With each step closer she could feel the blood in her veins quicken. Part of her felt grateful that he was approaching her at all. Though another wishes the ground could open up and swallow her whole at the moment. Being perceived at the Academy always felt like a double-edged blade.

    She clutched the book close to her chest as he stood before her. She stares owlishly at him with her one visible eye. A tiny shy smile tugs at her ruby-stained lips. Not enough to show her teeth, she had enough rumors and whispers about her as it was. She really didn't need any more added to that.

    Not all of the rumors were bad, but that didn't make her feel any more comfortable with the other subjects that happened to include her. Sure, she heard people speak about her mother in similar manners all the time, but not her. It felt strange and she wasn't quite sure if she liked that sort of attention or not. She certainly likes attention, but not in the ways she was getting it.

    However, she doesn't mind Isaah looking at her. She would stand as still as a statue if that's what he wanted her to do. She would become art for his admiration and acknowledgement. Her smile grew just a bit wider hearing her name on his lips. What a beautiful melody it was. She bit back a bubble of delighted giggles, swallowing them down instead.

    "Hello Isaah," she says her voice already sounding quite breathless. His presence seems to do that often. At least in rare moments, he does speak with her. Moments she will treasure for the rest of her life- anyways... "I would much prefer it to be night but, the day is decent enough.  How about yours? Is it good or wonderfully miserable?" She asks with a tilt of her head. Opal eye spinning as she continues to try and take in every detail.

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    Outside of the upper class snobbery, Vyridel was filled with a variety of unique and interesting students. As far as Isaah was concerned, Bellamira was no stranger than Zedd or his new, stoic friend. For his part, the young man had a very weird relationship with everyone else. He didn't try to enforce any sort of presence, and yet him just being there was a dominant presence alone. The boy was not unused to people getting nervous or jittery when he was around. Bellamira's true feelings and intentions simply went right over his head. It certainly didn't help that he was unused to anyone admiring him at all save for Zedd. Oh if only he knew.

    Out of everyone, however, Isaah simply couldn't understand why she had the reputation she did. She was a skilled and powerful mage from a well known family. She was kind, beautiful, with a gentle voice. It was odd that someone of her position would be ostracized. One of the many reasons why the school's elitist attitude irritated the young man to no end. It was unjust. And yet, despite all the praise and admiration for those of higher status, the one at the top was a commoner. Gods he hoped that hurt. 

    "Hm. I would say it's neither good, nor bad." Isaah mused, pondering on Bellamira's question. One of the many odd eccentricities she displayed. And yet, it was also what made her so interesting. Endearing, almost. Innocent little habits that, from afar, could easily be described as cute. Not by Isaah, of course. Man had an image to keep up. "It's a day. Just as exhausting and mentally draining as any other." The young man shook his head with a sigh. "It'll probably go a bit smoother after I finish my studies and take a quick nap. Eh, we'll say... about thirty minutes should be good enough before training." 

    Isaah. Did not sleep. At least the boy did not sleep in the same manner as everyone else. His position came with endless stress. The weight of keeping his grades perfect. The pressure of maintaining against challengers. It was mentally draining and physically demanding. The water mage was always, always exhausted. He, of course, learned how to power nap to keep some energy in reserves, but he certainly took a half a decade off his life expectancy by now. One more year before he graduated. One more year and then maybe, just maybe, he could finally get a full nights rest. As if on cue, the poor boy let out an audible yawn. 

    A few students exchanged hushed words as they passed by the duo. The young made knew the looks. It was a twisted, childlike glee warped by their own prejudices. Certainly seeing Bellamira and Isaah talking together provided juicy new gossip. "Hmph." There was a temptation to thwip a spell towards them, but the boy resisted. He was doing his best to open up and talk to people a bit more, but everyone around him did their best not to make it easy. Well. No. That was unfair. It wasn't everyone. Most students simply didn't care about rumors or reputation. But the vocal few somehow made themselves seem bigger. More important than they actually were. The young man squinted after them and returned to Bellamira. "Bella, would you like to accompany me to the park section? The weather is quite comfortable outside."

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    Isaah didn't quite understand yet. Or maybe he simply just didn't care the way others did. That would be nice to imagine. She doesn't quite risk it yet though. Assumptions have led her down a dark road before. She's trying her best not to let it happen again. She's determined to at least make something good out of this school experience.

    Bellamira doesn't care about the rumors flying around them at the moment. She only cares about the company right in front of her. "Yes the tiring days do skip by faster while asleep. It's like peacefully dying for a bit," she replies. Dying for 30 minutes sounds quite nice. She always thought the bodies in the mortuary looked so tranquil and relaxed. "Are you training for the upcoming tournament perhaps?" She asks him. She would like to see him in it, to truly witness his magical prowess in all its glory. That would be a sight she could die to see.

    She herself didn't think she should enter the tournament. Not because she wasn't capable, but of concern for her safety and the other students. It's no secret she was a powerful mage, especially thanks to Vyridel Academy's education and training. She's a deadly foe, which is exactly why she's not entering the tournament. That, and she dreads being put on a team with others. Bellamira would happily cooperate if the others would do so with her. Unfortunately, that's a hard ask for most students. If the rumors weren't enough her intimidating stature and skill were enough to destroy any hopes of teamwork. She could admit though she is perhaps being a bit of a cynic.

    The echo of immature laughter makes her eye snap towards the students instead of Isaah. There's a twisted burning rage quietly contained in her iris and she flashes a warning grin. That's enough to have one or two already runoff. Her hand squeezes the book even tighter, nails digging into the binding as she calms herself down.

    She was no longer interested in the others when Isaah spoke to her again. Her one eye widened and brightened and a soft gasp escaped her at the question. "Y-You're inviting me to...go somewhere with you?" She asks trying to contain the giddy notes in her voice. Bellamira can hardly believe it.  Someone wanting her company at this school was strange enough, but him?  Her dreams must be coming true!  She nods in delight and gives him a sweet small smile. "I'd love to go with you!" She'd love to go anywhere with him. Though she bites down on her tongue to keep herself from saying that.

    She could feel her skin crawl and buzz with excitement. Bellamira tucks her book away back in her bag and brushes back some of the longer strands away from her face. "Let's get out of here," she says with a quiet sigh and a glimmer in  her eye.

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    In the center of the school was a large park area. Many students used it for studying, for training, and for relaxation. It's appearance shifted routinely. Influenced by the magic of the students around it. The trail in the center largely stayed the same, as did the pond and many trees. But the flowers, bushes, and gardens changed almost constantly. Isaah didn't mind, it kept things visually interesting. A cool breeze blew past, carrying with it the gentle scent of nature. The young man paused and sucked in a deep breath. These were the moments of calm he loved. Clouds up above rolled along, sluggishly drifting in their own paths while Isaah led Bellamira down his own. 

    "I'm not entering it, no." The boy's reply was curt. No hesitation in his voice. It'd been a long while since he'd participated in any of those activities. Hm. When was the last time I partook in one? The question rolled around his mind. "I already have to worry enough about challenges, I don't need to take on multiple at once. Besides. It wouldn't be fair." With other students, the last comment could be seen as a boast. Isaah wasn't other students however. The words came out blunt, flat. Isaah wasn't bragging. He was stating a fact. 
    
    Outside, the world was much quieter. More peaceful. The young honors student led Bellamira towards the pond where an old oak tree sat silently. It was sturdy and old, likely having been planted all the way back when the school was first founded. The boy settled himself down in the lush grass and contented himself with the view. The pond was nothing special, but that wasn't the point. He looked up at Bellamira and silently patted the spot beside him. "Sit." 

    This was a new experience for Isaah. Sitting in his favorite spot with someone else. Existing alongside another person. Zedd was... fine. But he was loud. Hyper. Always needed to talk and to do something. But Bella was a softer soul. It was easier for the water mage to feel comfortable around her. Though he might not know the truth behind her silent personality, the peaceful air suited him just fine. Made it easier to accept another person entering his personal bubble. Even for just a little moment. Ahead, a small golden fish jumped out of the water and fell back down. Isaah's eyes traced the ripples, watching them clash with one another and break into smaller waves. In the distance, a bird called out its song. A perfect little moment to relax, though it must have been unbearable for the woman beside him. 

    "I don't believe we've had many moments to talk." Isaah mused. "I've been curious about you, but there've been no opportunities." The young man stretched and settled his back against the tree. The bark was firm and rough, but his jacket made it easier to get comfortable. Friendship was not an easy concept for the boy. Only recently had he cared enough to finally try, thanks in no small part to a pest named Glory. As far as things went, Bellamira was the closest he got to a success story. Even that came with difficulties, though. Even though he wanted to make these attempts, actually figuring out how to open up was incredibly difficult. What questions did people ask one another? What did people care about? 

    The boy's expression shifted as he worked his jaw side to side. Thinking. Trying to figure some way to make actual progress. "You're... an interesting individual. In a good way, of course. What inspired you to come to Vyridel? What dream are you chasing? If that's alright to ask, of course." That seemed like a good start. All of the students, no matter their background or personality, had a dream. A drive. A purpose. Some reason to be there that was grander than themselves. Isaah wanted to see where Bellamira's heart laid. 

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    She always quite liked the park. More so at night though, the illusions were always pleasant, but it felt more intimate at night. Sometimes what she saw in the park filled the ever-growing macabre void in her still-beating heart. She did miss the darkest parts of her home, like the graveyard, the design chambers, the garden... Still, she could find some pleasantries amongst the bright and vibrant hues she did not belong in. Her eye would lazily drift around to take in her surroundings and the clouds above.

    "That's understandable. Being the top student must take a lot. Especially with how some of the others are," she adds that last bit with a whisper. Though with her voice it's hard to really hear her all that well. "You would likely win without even trying," she says her voice wavering with barely concealed awe. She wasn't saying those words to kiss his ass. She truly did believe he would win without really trying. He's the top student for a reason after all.

    She stops her stroll as soon as he sits down. A bit of surprise flashed across her face before a soft smile settled there. The look in her eyes walked a dangerous line between dazzled and deranged. She didn't need to be told twice to sit down. She eagerly kneels down next to him and once again tries to brush back the strands of her long hair. Her eye danced between Isaah and their surroundings as she felt the wave of emotions begin.

    She can't believe she's sitting right next to him! She takes in a deep breath to catch his scent now that she's so close. She's wondered for a while now. She tries to disguise her breath as an admiration of the fresh clear air and nature, not the person before her. He probably has no clue how much joy this is bringing her. How much she just wants to- to-! She can feel the grip of her hands tightening against the fabric of her skirt.

    Bellamira is well aware she needs to calm down. This is easier said than done of course. The silence between them is nice. It gives her the space to gather herself and get some clarity. She does truly want to get to know Isaah for who he is. Flitting into the world of fantasy and flights would blind her and deny her that opportunity.

       She couldn't believe her ears when he finally spoke up again. Curious? About her? Does that mean he was thinking of her? She lets out a shaky sigh, her fingers pulling at the fabric nearly ready to tear. Her face though remains light and pleasant despite the intensity rising within her. This feels like a losing battle. Though she cannot deny it's nice knowing someone was thinking about her, someone as grand as him.

    "No, we haven't unfortunately," she says. She always wanted to talk more, but that felt like it was forbidden. She was here for a reason after all and she knows this is all too familiar a tune for her. "I'm a person who watches people more than I talk to them," she admits. This is true, but she doesn't care to elaborate on how much she watches. Connecting with others is hard, especially when most people don't want one with her in the first place. Perceptions are much easier to deal with than getting to know reality.

    His question had her turning away from him. She cups her cheek and her brows furrow as she tries to remember the cover story her parents gave her. She didn't really have a need to use it yet since, well, no one talked to her so no one asked. "I-It's fine." She says reassuringly attempting to wave away any of his doubts. "Well, my parents sent me here to help me hone and refine my magical skills. I just want to go back home though. My family takes care of one of the oldest and largest graveyards known! We do everything within funerary practices and we know thousands of them. It's only natural I take over the estate along with my family, or, move and make another graveyard somewhere else. I will admit, attending the academy wasn't something I had ever thought of. I do- I do like learning here! I just- I miss my family," she says. She runs her hands through her hair again trying to hide her distress.

    A part of her felt ashamed admitting she wasn't seriously here for her education. But the real reason for attendance was something she swore not to say. So she won't. "I hope that doesn't make you think less of me for not taking all of this so seriously," she murmurs, looking at him shyly.

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    Off in the distance, two flora mages chatted amongst themselves. Likely about the intricacies of developing one type of plant over another. In the sky above, a flock of birds fluttered around overhead. Snatching up bugs and doing their own aerial dances. As Isaah watched them, he listened intently to the words that left Bellamira's lips. The subtle praise, the shy tone. Words that came out barely a whisper. It felt weird to have someone idolize him so. So unusual and yet not as unwelcome as the boy thought. A slight tinge of red tinted his cheeks, but only for a brief second. 

    The boy straightened himself up and quietly forced those emotions back down. Somewhere, he was sure Zedd was grinning. Bastard. Isaah thought, though not bitterly. Zedd was, or could be, for lack of a better word; a Nuisance. But it was endearing in a sense. Fuck, was he actually considering the lightning mage as a friend? Best not let him catch on. He'd never let me live it down. Only recently had the two made up. No need to start rushing into things like friendship. Though, on that note, the boy's emerald gaze was piqued when Bellamira began gripping her dress tight. Soon, words of her family came tumbling out. How she missed them. How she didn't feel as though she fit in the academy. From the outside, her tightened grip could easily have been mistaken as homesickness.

    And it was. 

    Unused to dealing with the heavy emotions of others, Isaah slowly reached a hand toward her. How did people comfort one another? Well, hugs seemed to be common but he certainly wasn't doing that. The young man's hand wavered. Pats on the shoulder? Her hands possibly. They were the ones most tense. But where was the line drawn between intimacy and comfort? Would his attempts bit misconstrued were he not careful? 

    Empathy was difficult. How could Zedd put up with that all the time? Bitterly, the young man admitted that with all his brains and prowess, the lightning mage had the upper hand when it came to other people. And yet, here he was. Trying his best. Looking for a way to provide something he himself never was given. Comfort. Support. With a small huff, the hand came down upon hers. He tried not to look at her as he did so, keeping his gaze forward. The boy's hands were soft, delicate. As though one wrong move would shatter them like porcelain. It was a weird duality. Despite his reputation and his fearsome gaze, the boy's figure was delicate. Ornate, in a way. They were not the hands of a warrior, honed and calloused. They were the hands of a doll. A toy carefully crafted for beauty.

    How strange it was, for such a beautiful thing to go to war. 

    Lingering for only a few moments, the delicate touch lifted from Bellamira's hands. One, two, three light pats, and then returned back to his own lap. "It can be difficult to be without family. I understand." More than she ever could know. The boy continued on. "They see potential in you, however. You shouldn't take that for granted. I've seen some of your sparring matches. You're strong. Even if you don't have the drive for it, at least being here isn't a waste. You're still getting knowledge and practice. You're still growing." At moments like these, Isaah was sure people flashed smiles or something similar. Unfortunately, that wasn't something he felt his face could do. 

    It was the thought that counted. Despite the attempt, however, Isaah didn't feel as though the words were good enough. The young man tried. He did. But at the same time it felt lacking. His expression tightened, and then relented. "I don't think less of you. This school can eat you alive if you're not careful. But despite it all, you are still yourself. You haven't let the school change your heart." Zedd was a similar way. It was a difficult task, but some people stayed undeniably themselves. When those around them tried to change them, they stood firm. And they were better for it. Isaah respected that. "That's a sign of strength. Something I never had. Be proud of it." 

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    Bellamira was not expecting to have any of this happen today or ever for that matter. A part of her wondered if she was still dozing off in her room or something. Was this real? She really wanted it to be but she believed she could wake up at any moment and this would all be gone. A figment of her overactive imagination. Her eye focused on Isaah, just trying to ground herself now before she once more gets carried away.

    She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the weight and heat of flesh that was not her own. Her gaze rushed down to the brief connection their hands made then back up to him. She felt her pale face take on a faint pink hue. His hands were so delicate and soft, but they were capable of controlling so much power. Her fingers twitched slightly under his own, resisting the growing urge to grab him and pull him in. What would she do if she did? What would he do? The excitement at the unknown reactions almost makes her do it.

    But then his hand was gone. The lingering warmth was the only evidence that she had that it was there, to begin with. Her eye slowly floats back up to look at him, an expression of wonder shimmering in her opal gaze. She holds her hand close to her chest and finds herself smiling at the ground, lips pulling back to barely show her teeth behind the grin. This was probably the first time someone outside her family willing touched her, even if it was for a few brief seconds.

    His words were comforting. Another thing she wasn't expecting but was always grateful for. Isaah likely didn't believe it himself but he was kind. The kindest person she met so far in fact. Though, admittedly, the bar for that is quite low. "Thank you Isaah. I appreciate those words a lot..." she says sincerely. She could feel her grin grow wider, and if she wasn't careful, her fangs could slip through and present themselves. Bellamira would rather not throw away the only chance she has at a potential friendship at the moment.

    She feels her face grow warmer the more he continues. She lets out a sigh and cups her face with her hands to try and hide her blush and smile. She tugs at her hair slightly feeling the wave of adoration take over her mind. She just wants to hold him close and keep him to herself. If he makes her feel this warm and fuzzy all the time she doesn't think she could ever let him go. Ever.

    "You really think so?" she asks, her one eye peeping between her fingers on her face. He thought she was strong? Really? It was hard being herself here, but she'd rather not change for anyone. She's content being alone because she knows this is all a temporary thing. She'd go back home eventually to be with the people in her life who mattered and accepted her as she is. "I wouldn't go and say you're not strong. Strength comes in all forms and you're strong yourself. You're talented and skilled and dedicated to your work. Education takes resilience if you want to ensure success right?" At least that's how it always was with her.

    No matter the subject, whether or not she liked it, whether or not she was particularly skilled, she'd put in all her effort towards success. She does like to succeed if it means making her family proud. Success often doesn't come without sacrifice. It's just a wonder of what it was Isaah had given up for his position at the top. "You should be proud of yourself too." She reaches out to give a reassuring pat on the shoulder, trying her best not to go back and grip him again. "So I suppose I must ask you then...why did you choose to attend Vyridel Academy?"

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    Everything going on in Bellamira's mind right now completely went over Isaah's head. Even the mere concept of someone being into him on even a basic level was an impossible thought. The level of Bellamira's obsession couldn't even be fathomed. Especially not by Isaah. And yet here he was, making everything worse without realizing he was making things worse. What a weird shift compared to the status quo. 

    Figures, he finally starts trying to be nice and this happens.

    For a brief moment, he caught the faint points of Bella's teeth. Yet, despite the girl's deepest fears, he was not put off by them. "Hm. You have a lovely smile." The boy noted. "You shouldn't try to hide it so hard." This was how you made friends, right? Be objectively nice and compliment the better aspects of them? Gods, this was difficult. Perhaps he should try texting someone. Or maybe he should just pray to his patron Goddess and hope to hell that something will give him guidance. Both options were just throwing random bullshit at the wall and seeing what stuck. Then again, everything was going alright so far? It was all confusing. 

    "Oh, uh. I..." A lengthy pause followed Bellamira's question. A slight visual discomfort crossed the young man's expression. How much was too much? How much was too little? "I... well. It's a bit of a long story." Gods was it long and complicated. With multiple interconnected bits and pieces. Where to begin? Isaah sighed and shifted until he was laying in the grass. The sky above was vast. Grand and ever expansive, it's blue color reminiscent of the ocean. The ocean. So beautiful. So unpredictable. Isaah's face scrunched up, twisted bitterly.

    He could still taste the salt.

    "When I was younger, about seven or so, my parents and I took a boat to visit my grandparents. The journey started well enough. Clear weather without a single cloud in the sky." Oh how excited the boy had been. How giddy he was to journey on a sailing ship. How grand it all seemed. His mother and father pointed out the little details and held him up high so he could watch the waves. "Two nights into the journey, on the final stretch to our destination, a storm hit." The lightning. The thunder. The pounding rain and howling wind. He'd never seen waves so massive in his entire life. "The waves causes significant damage to the boat, and it began to sink. Fast. We were summoned to the top deck to climb in life boats." 

    Looking back, it seemed like a desperate act. Such small boats would undoubtedly have been crushed by the waves upon hitting the water. Some already had been. But there had been no other choice. Isaah held his breath. The boy hadn't told anyone else this story yet. He'd considered telling it to Zedd, but things were so busy lately Isaah never got the chance. He'd have to rectify that, Zedd deserved to know. "A massive wave struck the ship and swept me off the deck. It was dark and cold, and I couldn't reach the surface. I thought I was going to drown. By the time my lungs gave out and water came flooding in... I learned I could still breathe. It appeared I had been gifted a latent affinity for water at birth, but simply never knew."

    "By the time I managed to resurface, I learned my parents hadn't been as lucky as I was. The only thing that remained of the ship were a few scattered boards and boxes. In a roiling, black ocean, only illuminated by flashes of lightning, I was the lone survivor." He screamed that night. For someone. Anyone to call back to him. He screamed so hard his voice went raw. No one responded. "I struggled against the storm for what felt like an eternity. Desperately manipulating portions of waves to soften the impacts against my body, while tiredly treading water. Multiple times I fell unconscious only to wake up surrounded by the pitch black depths. I was exhausted. Sore. Battered. Wracked with grief and full of fear."

    "Even with my ability to breathe in water, I was certainly doomed. As my body began to give out, I cried out. Don't remember what I said. I think it was just some desperate plea." How the waves had held him then. As though ready to welcome to the afterlife. Ready to shepherd him there. "The gods answered my call." Up above, a cloud rolled over the sun, casting a shadow overhead. The flora mages had long since moved on. "It was the Goddess Yuki who calmed the waves around us. Pulled me from the sea. She was gentle. Kind. Even though I'm sure she was just as cold as the water around us, she had a warmth to her that bit it back. When we reached the shoreline in the morning, I remember collapsing, too weak to cry. I remember, then, pledging my loyalty to her."

    "My grandparents took me in after that, raised me. I'm here now because I have a debt to repay. The Goddess Yuki saved me. Gave me another chance. I refuse to waste that. I wanted to be someone noble. Someone strong. Someone others could look up to." Isaah pawed the grass, carefully ripping out some of the blades. The wind took them away as soon as he opened his hand. "A lot of that has been burnt out of me, now I'm still here more out of spite. I'm going to be someone great, I'm going to repay my debt." Maybe one day he could even become a champion for his patron god, but that dream seemed far-fetched even for him. 

    The story was grim. Isaah knew that. He knew how bitter it all was, even after shedding a good chunk of details from it. The boy's backstory was not pleasant. But, Bellamira liked things that were grim. So perhaps she wouldn't be as effected. The worst thought was accidentally pushing someone away. After spilling his guts so openly, the idea that Bella would decide to leave made the young mage fearful. Almost bitter. Chasing people off. Keeping them away. Those were things he was not unused to. Doing so while intending to bring them closer was different. 

    "Ehm, right. Anyways, tell me a bit more about you. Your family. You say you run a graveyard? Tell me more. I'm curious." Hopefully the sudden topic shift could bounce it all back. Keep her from leaving. Hopefully. 

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    Poor Isaah. The mage was powerful but didn't have enough self-esteem to realize just what was going on. Of course, that makes it all the easier for Bellamira to get him where she wants him. Which is right by her side. Even the thought threatens to run a shudder through her spine.

    Why is she like this?

    There is a bit of guilt and shame that comes with the severity of her passions. Her enthusiasm was intense and sometimes...unfortunately...deadly. She only hopes she can temper herself for his sake. For the future's sake. Bellamira blinked innocently in shock at the compliment. "Really?" He doesn't mind? She lets herself smile fully in his presence then, showing off the sharp fangs. Though it disappears quickly when her eye spots others across the park. "I- um, thank you. No one's said that before," she admits once again toying with the fabric of her skirt, the seams straining under her strength.

    His acceptance is reassuring. Its silence and casualty make her feel relieved, safe even. The compliment has her mind running wild and she has to contain her giggles of deranged adoration. There are a few that escape though mimicking themselves as shy chuckles.

    Her joy dissipates when she sees discomfort flash across his graceful features. She hears alarm bells ringing in her mind to remedy the mistake. "Y-You don' have to if it makes you uncomfortable of course.  Apologies," she says looking sheepish now. She gives a sigh of relief seeing that he is more struggling to put to words the reasoning behind his attendance. That's understandable... Thank goodness she hasn't made a blunder just yet.

    She nearly jumps out of her skin seeing him shift. Was he leaving?! She can't have him leave not yet not yet- oh.. He was just laying down. Bellamira pauses for a moment and hesitates before scooting closer ever so slightly. "I don't mind. I have time and I could listen for hours," she says sweetly. She could listen to him for hours. Days. Months. Years. Oh only if that were possible.

    His beautiful face scrunched up in such bitter melancholy made her still-beating heart feel like it was racing. Even though his sorrow was painful, there was something so wretchedly beautiful and overwhelming about his agony. Was that a terrible thing to think? Was she enjoying his suffering? No... it was more like- seeing beauty in the suffering. Her hand had raised to reach out and touch him but she passed it off as readjusting another lock of her hair. It was so difficult controlling herself. But it would be worth it. She has to keep believing that at least for their sake.

    She sits, mesmerized by the story. Her eye glazes over as she lets her imagination enclose her vision. She can see the storm now, taste the salt and electricity in the air. She can hear the screams of the drowned and the last dying groans of a ship. It's terrifying. It's somber. It's glorious to behold. The storm's fearsome temper thinks little of those it affects. A shame that Isaah and his family was a victim of sudden wrath.

    What a time to figure out you have magic when it's the only reason you live. She wonders how that really makes him feel about his powers. Many family members who survived natural disasters carried the weight of a continued life without their loved ones. Always left with questions that could never be answered with reason or logic. In fact, most of them could never be answered at all.

    She had to admit she was amazed that he was saved by divine intervention. That in itself must leave a storm of questions. She wonders if he ever got a satisfactory answer. Or if he is just as lost as the rest of the survivors feel. A shame there wouldn't even be bodies to recover and bury. Still, a memorial could be built... Gods, what was she thinking?

    Bellamira leans over him ever so slightly, the breeze playing with her long hair. "I think you already have those qualities you know." She says earnestly. She means it too. He may not see it but he truly embodies all the qualities he strives towards. At least she certainly thinks so. "Maybe one day you'll find a spark again. Maybe it's when you leave the academy. Gods know this place feels stifling," she mumbles with a shake of her air.

    The story was indeed grim. But grim things were familiar, comforting, beautiful even. A harrowing and wonderful tale of loss and survival. Divine intervention and a promise to repay the debt of life. How might one do that? Especially for a god? He's grown even more interesting the more she learns. She stares at him with a grin that was saccharine. Her lips part to say something more but he cuts her off with a question.

    "You want to know more?" No one here has asked that yet. He's so sweet, she wonders if he knows that. She wonders if he tastes like that- NO. We shouldn't consider eating potential friends. That's how rumors start. "Haha... ok! Well um," she fiddles with her skirt to try and calm herself down. "My family has been in charge of our graveyard for centuries. Many noble families have mausoleums dating back generations there. My mother is usually in charge of dressing the dead bodies and my father is in charge of flower arrangements should the mourning family want any. Oh-! My Uncle Jack is our gravedigger and he also likes to visit and upkeep the gravestones. You can still read every name, date, and epitaph to this day thanks to him! My brother sometimes works in the crematorium, but that's not always used." She thinks she covered all the basics of their services... "I nearly forgot.  Before my parents decided to send me to the academy I was learning and studying all kinds of funerary rites and rituals so that I could perform them according to the family's wishes." She gives a small shrug and leans just a liiittle closer to him. Just to see what she can get away with.

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    When Bella smiled fully, the honors student nearly felt his heart stop. Not out of fear or terror or disgust. But because it was so... lovely. Not to mention the flickering of fangs ticked something in the back of his head he never knew was there. Quite a dangerous discovery. Better keep that one under wraps. He thought with a noticeable blush on his cheeks. Clearing his throat, the young man readjusted his uniform's tie. Play it cool, nothing's wrong. Up above, the cloud has shifted away from the sun. The mage quite disliked how the world was attempting subtle imagery.

    Relief washed over Isaah when she instead came away from the story without being warded off. Of course someone who loved the macabre wouldn't be chased off by a simple tale. The boy listened intently to Bella talk. Her gentle voice was actually quite lovely to listen to. Though, part of that might just have been bias towards someone actually being... well... pleasant towards him. Even her scooting closer was welcomed. A dangerous allowance, but right now Isaah didn't mind having someone so close to him. As long as the girl didn't get super handsy with him. Rather not have to ruin such a good mood. 

    Everything surrounding Bellamira's upbringing was particularly interesting. Noble born weren't typically so grim, and most high blood families tended away from such work. And yet her family sounded as though they had a great amount of respect towards their lineage. Despite the somber nature of the work, the girl spoke of it with such warmth. It was strangely endearing.
    
    It actually got a smile out of the boy.

    Small. Gentle. Almost unnoticeable. His smile fully encapsulated his almost doll-like appearance. Even if it was slight, there was delicacy to the smile. His lips. The gem-like shimmer of his eyes. "Heh." A breathy laugh escaped from him. A single chuckle. Quiet, yet it spoke volumes. "It's cute hearing you talk about your family. You all have a pretty loving relationship don't you? That's sweet." Despite his own loss, Isaah was never jealous of those who still had their families. Much the opposite. He loved seeing those who genuinely appreciated what they had. Hated those who didn't. "Every year on the anniversary of the wreck, I visit my grandparents and we send out small parcels into the waves. Our own little way of appreciating the memory of my parents and the others who were lost. It's our way around not being able to bury their bodies." 

    Gods he missed them. His mother and father were wonderful people. Caring, supportive. They loved him and he loved them. Even if he only got to know them for seven years of his life, a fraction of the time he'd known his grandparents, he still wished to hold onto their memories. The boy was always sad he never got to learn more about them. Never got to know them both better. 

    All he had left was his memories.

    "Honestly. The aura of this school can be. Crushing. An acquai-" Isaah sucked in air sharply through his teeth, biting back the urge to dismiss Zedd as a simple 'acquaintance.' He was more than that by now. "-friend. A friend of mine, Zedd, he somehow has managed to keep his head up and his personality bright despite his own personal struggles. It's almost envious. It's not impossible, but a commoner in a land of the noble can be a brutal world if the wrong person takes notice." The boy sighed heavily. "Not everyone here is a terrible person. I'd wager they wouldn't even be counted as a majority. Most people just want to keep their head down and do their own thing. But popularity can be cruel if given to someone with a foul personality." 

    Like Damien. The rat bastard king himself. Truth was, Isaah barely considered Damien a rival anymore. He'd defeated the metal mage so many times now he could have written an encyclopedia on how to whoop a Baldric's ass. Best seller in a day. It was a miracle that Damien's reputation was still intact after being repeatedly humiliated so publicly. Advantages of money and status. 

    "Anyways." Changing the subject, the water mage tilted his emerald gaze back towards the young woman. Her silver hair struck him as oddly beautiful in the sunlight. "Tell me more about yourself. I'm... not exactly great at picking out questions myself, but I want to know more. Favorite color, animal, where you're from. Anything, really." Zedd certainly pestered all that out of Isaah when they first met. Those sorts of questions seemed normal enough, but perhaps the wording he used might imply he was trying too hard. Hm. Fuck. 

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The blush that suddenly colored his face looked so delectable. She could feel her mouth begin to water as her mind dared to consider what he must taste like. Truly with such a beautiful face and kind personality, he must be sweet right? Or was he savory and delicious? She could feel placed her hand on her thigh and began to squeeze it tightly to calm herself down. The Beast smelled blood and she could feel it urging her to consume. Just a little taste couldn't hurt right.

Her eye widens slightly in alarm when she finds herself subconsciously leaning even closer now. Stop. Stop! She becomes still like a statue and stares down at him. She focuses on her breathing to try and keep the mindless Beast inside her at bay for the time being. That was always another thing she had to worry about in the back of her mind. The monster that lay dormant in all vampires was never too far away...

Her family was an oddity through and through. It's no secret some noble families were utterly jealous of the relationship and joy they all shared with one another. Some nobles, as much as they LOVED to talk down on the Oddems, also knew that most of their family was buried right in the Oddems' backyard. Insult the family bad enough and you might deny yourself a burial spot with your ancestors. A few families have had to receive the cold shoulder for the blatant disrespect of their practices. Death comes for nearly every living being. Even the gods aren't entirely immune from it. Death is inevitable and that can be mortifying, cold, and painful. But it could also be beautiful, sweet, and peaceful. Her family liked to see beauty when others would claim there is none. With such a macabre and morbid job, her family's attitude towards death makes it seem like a light-hearted family business.

The small gentle smile he gave when she was talking about her family nearly made her stop mid-sentence. It was like a secret only they shared at that moment. He has a smile that could make a whole room stop and stare, should they care to look close enough. But she didn't want anyone else to see his smile. Or that wonderful sparkle in her eyes that looks like the finest cut emeralds. Even his breathy laughter had her bubbling with joy. She could feel herself tumbling down the dangerous rabbit hole she swore never to enter again. Yet here she was.

Though if she was being honest this was all his fault. He's the one making her feel this way about him. But it's ok! She can control herself. This time she has to. She feels her face grow hot and there was a rose-colored blush that appeared on her pale face hearing the word 'cute' applied to her. He really thought she was cute? Did he really? She smiles at him again and laughs softly. He has no clue how bad she just wants to-

Take a deep breath Bellamira. She sucks in the air and lets out a content sigh. She could die right now and die happy. She lets herself listen once more and finds herself pressing her hands to her dead heart upon learning how he mourns. "I think that's a wonderful way to remember your parents. I like to think the dead can receive gifts from their loved ones or friends. I used to leave flowers and baked goods on gravestones when I was a child. I'd come back and most of them were gone when I visited them next." Part of her did suspect Uncle Jack was eating all the pastries. She did ask him once and he denied ever doing so. She's yet to catch him so she likes to think it really is the dead receiving and enjoying her gifts. "I'm sure your parents got every single one. It's sad remembering the loss of loved ones but- it reminds us that their love for us is still there even if they're not. Ah! Apologies I might have gotten carried away." She says pulling at the fabric of her shirt a little.

Bellamira can admit she's worried about seeming insensitive to loss. Of course, she's lost somebody she's loved. ...Then again it was her fault. So can she really be justified in being upset about that death? She feels like it's a little unfair. She really doesn't want to think about that though.

She quirks her brow slightly seeing Isaah backtrack on words to describe his relationship with Zedd. She can' help but laugh slightly. Guess friendship wasn't a realm he was too familiar with either. That's a relief, though a bit of a surprise as well. The demands of the Academy on top of being the best student must have been so much there wasn't really time for a social life. That's a bit sad but, then again, some of the students at the school haven't exactly presented themselves are friendship material. "Seems like all the wrong people are the only ones who take notice sometimes... " she mumbles. "I'm glad your friend is able to stay optimistic and stay true to themselves though." She jokingly wonders if he is an Oddem but it definitely wasn't likely. The academy didn't make it easy to feel accepted, but luckily the school focused more on academic and magical ability than popularity contests. ...Most of the time.

"Oh! Well um," her brows furrow thinking of questions she should also ask him. "I will admit I'm not terribly good at coming up with questions either. This is the longest conversation I've had here I think," she says tapping her cheek trying to see if she can recall other instances of conversations like this. Nope. Nothing. "As for my favorite color, I suppose it would be black. I am fond of owls. They often visit the graveyard along with crows and ravens. But owls happen to be my favorite. What about you? Favorite color? Animal? Favorite subject? Um," she bunches up locks of her hair and tugs a little. "Maybe a favorite hobby outside of class?" ..If he had any that was.

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    Again, the smile returned when the woman made mention of his parents receiving his offerings. This time, though, he was much more keenly aware of it and didn't leave it to linger. Where they were right now was relatively private, but still. Thoughts of getting spotted worried Isaah. Gods, from the outside things were going pretty smoothly. But beyond the pride he felt in actually making a friend of his own volition, something was coiling around in his stomach. Little details about her, the way she spoke, her gentle beauty. It was definitely twisting him up for odd reasons. 

    Bellamira was aesthetically beautiful. He couldn't pretend that she wasn't his type. Part of him wanted her to just pin him down and- Wow, okay, where in the fresh hell did that thought come from? Suddenly a deep blush covered Isaah's face. A mixture of thorough embarrassment and internal realization hit him all at once. Truth was, Isaah kept himself very closed off from others. Through the endless studies, the mind numbingly sleepless nights, and all the stress, the boy didn't give much thought to a love life. And now here he was, sitting next to a stunning young woman, who was giving him all the attention he kept always wanted but never let himself have. 

    Fuck.

    By the time he realized what was happening, Bella was leaning over him, and the blush turned a deep crimson. She was so close. Those beautiful opal eyes, they were turning his brain to mush. Isaah opened his mouth to say something, but only a squeak came out. FUCK. Every part of his brain was going haywire now. Gods he wanted her to kiss him. No he wanted her to back away, give him space. He wanted her to hold him. He wanted her to get away from him. He wanted her to smother him and never let him go. When the girl backed off, he had to roll over to try to recover. Shaky breath in. Shaky breath out. Smooth breath in, smooth breath out. This was fine. He was fine. 

    Ok. It's ok. The young man sat up and brushed out his hair. Calm. Isaah was calm. With a hand to his heart, the mage had to once more take a deep breath. That was close. One of Isaah's best kept secrets was how soft he really was. The boy displayed an air of dominance, of ruthless aggression. He was dominant. He was not to be trifled with. But he actually wasn't dominant at all. Behind the mask, gods was he so squishy. The boy desperately wanted someone to hold him, and now everything he buried deep down was overwhelming him. 

    Words hit his ears. Bella was speaking again. Gods her voice was beautiful. Wait, that's right. They were having a discussion. Learning more about one another and asking questions. Good, he can focus on that instead. Bury down the fact that he wanted her to crush him between her th-

    Wow. Am I really that attention starved?

    "O-oh, uh-" The questions were pulled back to him. Quickly, Isaah recollected himself and cleared his throat. Nothing happened. Nothing was wrong. "Hm. Favorite color has to be Sky Blue. It's easy on the eyes. Calming, I suppose." Deep breath. "Favorite animal would certainly have to be the alligator snapping turtle. Meanwhile, my favorite subject is History. I love learning about the intricacies of this world of ours. The grand heroes, the vile villains, the great events in the past." Combat courses used to be his favorite. It helped him burn off a lot of energy. But now he gets that every other week when several dozen up-and-comers decide they wish to taste the king's blade. "I... don't have any hobbies. I don't really have the time for it..." That one actually stung a bit. 
    
    Finally recollecting himself properly, Isaah rubbed the back of his neck while thinking. It was his turn to ask some questions back. "Hummm... how about... favorite season? Oh, and what about meals? What do you like to eat or snack on?" Could set up a plan to grab a bite if they ever hang out together again. "Also, what are your hobbies?" 

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    She was greeted with his sparing smile once more. Her mind was buzzing with excitement knowing that she was the one doing this. Her words inspired his ever so brief smile. She wanted more. So much more. If she could see him grin fully she's sure her soul would take flight from her body.

    The soft red blush that suddenly flooded to crimson had the Beast shiver in excitement. Her eye trailed his pretty pink face down to his neck. Gods it's becoming harder and harder to resist. The Beast is cheering her on, begging her to go in for the kill. That little squeak had her nearly biting her lip. Gods it was so cute and soft. Would he squeak like that if she bit him? Maybe he would squeak as she picks him up and holds him or pins him down or- Her lashes flutter a little and she feels herself give a shaky sigh. Bellamira's chest was squeezing with restraint at the moment, her nails now digging into the skin of her flesh and beginning to leave marks.

    She's lucky she composed herself when she did. Biting him would certainly hurt and he would no doubt be terrified. Even worse, he might think she was being nice to him this whole time just to take advantage of him like that. She slowly released the iron grip on her thigh and relaxed back into the grass. She could hear his shaky breath and the beating of his heart. Was she scaring him? She hoped that wasn't the case. He wasn't running away yet so it was a decent sign.

    The stammer was a bit surprising coming from him. But his heartbeat and breathing were going crazy not a few moments before. She wondered if something was wrong. Was he ill? It would be quite sudden though, wouldn't it? She decides to stop focusing on her worries in favor of focusing on him. She makes sure to carve each answer into her mind. Bellamira mentally notes to write all this down later. She won't forget a single thing about him.

    It saddened her to learn he had no hobbies. "I'm sure when you're allowed more time to dedicate to yourself you'll find something you enjoy doing," she says. It did take her a while to really find what she particularly liked. "I happen to be fond of History as well. It comes into use for my ideal job." That being what she already did before she was sent to the Academy. She supposes she is lucky to know so clearly what she wants to do with her life. Many students here seemed to struggle to answer that question.

    "Hmm..." She was a bit hesitant to answer the last two questions. She's sure he knows but- still, she didn't really want to bring it up and discuss it in detail. She's worried she might let her current thoughts slip out. "I enjoy fall and winter. Though I can't quite decide which one I like more. A-As for meals and snacks um..." She pauses and finds her eye fixated on his neck again. She licks her lips and swallows heavily. "It's uh, it's interesting because um I have a strict diet with a sensitive stomach so... I can't enjoy many foods or snacks," she says slowly. These are all technically true! So she's not technically lying she's just- not caring to elaborate on the truth so much.

    "As for my hobbies," she says quickly, eager to swerve away from the subject of food. "I enjoy needlework, collecting things like bones and dead insects and crystals, reading, make flower arrangements with my father sometimes, or do some alchemy with my mother. She's quite skilled at that. I suppose that's all I can really recall.. there's probably more I'm missing." More questions. Right. Come on think of a question. "Favorite crystal or gemstone. Oh and favorite flower too if you have one... Apologies if these questions are silly"