halcyon_houses

Who: Ana and Ava
What: Discussing juiceboxes and squickiness
When: Evening
Where: Their room

Ana had been spending a lot of time away from her twin, which was unusual. She had to ask her about Xander if she wanted to enjoy his deliciously powerful blood again. And while she could think about it as just a simple question most of the time, every time she thought about actually asking, she almost gagged a little. So, she was taking time away from her twin to get her courage up? Or avoid her. Whatever the case may be.

Finally, the vampire couldn't take it any longer. She needed his blood again, and she had to ask her twin. After classes, she waited in her room until her twin showed up. Concerned about magically enhanced hearing, Ana began the conversation in their own private language. "I have to talk to you about Xander." It was best to lay everything out to start.

Who: Xander and Ana
Where: Xander's dorm room
When: Monday evening

Monday, oh did the demon ever hate Monday’s. There was nothing in this dimension that seemed to correspond with the hell that was Monday. Not that getting up for class was much of a problem, since he tended to get up early even on the weekends. It was that he had to spend most of the day locked away in various classes after having two days of glorious freedom. It truly was just like college, all over again. And then, there was the great times of homework and the sheer amount that teachers seemed to believe needed to be given out at the beginning of the week.

The only good thing about the classes, or even this school itself, was the women of it. It seemed that the supernatural made women that much more attractive. Or at the very least, their very gifts or natures seemed to create bodies that appealed to the young man in just about anyone. And if there was anything that Xander enjoyed, it was the beauty of young women. And there were so many of them in his classes. And sometimes, even the homework proved to enjoyable at times. Like sneaking into poor Cassandra’s dreams.

That Monday evening would find him in his dorm room. His guitar pushed aside for the moment as he actually did something he wasn’t at all known for. He worked on his homework. That’s what Monday night was for him, these days. If he could get everything done then, he could lounge about and chase skirts and waves for the rest of the week without anything holding him back. Yeah, that was his plan. Well, it usually was his plan, it never quite worked out as there was always something to distract the Incubus.

And, speaking of distractions, when there came a knock on the door, he didn’t even bother looking over his shoulder or getting up to answer. He merely called out, “It’s open.” Toward whoever was there.