silas kennedy is hungry (crunchandmunch) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-10-22 16:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, mímir siggeirsson, silas kennedy |
WHO: Silas Kennedy [CANADA] and Mímir Siggeirsson [ICELAND]
WHAT: After being framed for being the VList mastermind, Silas and Mímir hang out in his room.
WHEN: Monday, October 22nd, early evening
WHERE: Mímir's room.
WARNINGS: n/a
STATUS: Completed log.
Trying to fight lies was exhausting, especially for someone like Silas Kennedy. He was a person that liked to keep out of the center of attention. It served him well in high school, but it was proving to be far more difficult to avoid the spotlight in a place like IVI where there were less than two-hundred students had to keep themselves entertained without the Internet. Luckily, Silas had friends that understood his need to escape and avoid all that attention. Mímir sent him a message asking if he wanted to hang out; Silas jumped at the opportunity. They'd been spending a fair amount of time together, definitely more than they had since that fateful Pub Night when they had their little accident. That night still hung over Silas' head, so he did his best to be super-careful that something like that didn't happen again. It wasn't that difficult, especially given Mímir's similarly careful attitude. They sat on Mímir's bed and watched Thor. Silas figured that it'd be a movie that they'd both enjoy. It had Norse gods, action, comedy, and very attractive men. Settled in close against Silas, Mímir tried his best to take his mind off of the events of the day. He'd made a promise to himself to keep his phone stowed away safely in his sock drawer whilst the other boy was there, but he still found his gaze drawn towards his dresser every now and then. He wanted to rip Karim's goddamned head off for this, however he'd managed to frame Silas. Putting it out of his mind, he leaned in closer to Silas, chuckling softly as he watched the action unfold on screen, "...I still can't believe they call the king of the Frost Giants 'Laufey'," he scoffed. As constant and ever-present as the idea of accidentally hurting the other boy was, it was still nice. Whatever contact they could manage serving as a comfort as things got more and more dramatic around IVI. "What's his name supposed to be?" Silas turned his head to look at Mímir. "I don't really know much about Norse myth, most of it is filtered through crazy stuff like this." Frowning for a moment, Mímir shrugged one shoulder, "...I don't actually know. But Laufey is a girl's name, it's like he's called King... Susan." "Ha. Really? I could see that. The guys that wrote this stuff used to write and draw like a dozen books a month. They didn't have much time to do fact checking." Silas smiled, he loved the whole sharing of culture like this, not just with Mímir, but everyone at IVI. It was probably the best part of the place. "Wonder why they didn't change it for the movie though." "Maybe they didn't know," Mímir murmured in reply, "You'd be surprised what you hear from some people when they ask about Iceland..." Setting one hand over Silas's shoulder, he pulled the other boy in close and gently nuzzled at his temple, his movements tentative and careful. "This is nice." "I imagine it's worse than what I get about Canada. What kind of things do you hear?" Silas couldn't help but smile at the tender gesture. He wasn't used to this type of attention either. Mímir was the first boy he'd ever kissed, the first that showed any sort of romantic interest in him. A lot of that was on Silas' shyness and his hang-ups with his powers. The positive flip side of being forced into other people's sights was that he did have people like Mímir and Kier and Julian and everyone else to call friends now that he didn't have back in Vancouver. "Yeah." "People ask if there are polar bears all over the country, for starters," Mímir laughed under his breath, a soft exhale against Silas's skin. Shifting about, he placed a soft kiss on the other boy's cheek, then another, chaste and cautious as he slowly worked his way lower and lower along his jawline. Silas sucked in a breath and held it, unconsciously, as Mímir's lips down his jawline and around to lips. Si moved his head to make it easier for the Icelander to meet his lips. Sorry Chris Hemsworth, but Silas had another Nordic hottie that was doing a better job at holding his interest. Another kiss, the slightest hint of teeth against Silas's lips, a deep breath, and then Mímir slowly pulled away, eyes half-lidded as he stared into Silas's. "So, uh," he sighed, edging back by inches, "My therapist asked about you today." "She did?" Silas averted his gaze from Mímir's, suddenly feeling somewhat awkward. He wasn't sure why he felt that way, just that he did. On the one hand it was nice that Mímir actually thought enough about him to have it brought up, but on the other he was being talked about by staff. "Is that good?" He idly ran his fingers through his curly hair for lack of a better thing to distract his nervousness with. "Well, she asked about my 'love life'," Mímir explained, lifting his shoulders in another half-hearted shrug. "Apparently she noticed it on the VILF list, and well..." Turning to face the screen for a few moments, he shrugged again, looking slightly uncomfortable, "I guess it's good? We talked a little." Silas inched closer when Mímir turned away, feeling guilty that he got so uncomfortable. It wasn't Mímir's fault it got brought up. Someone else made it public knowledge on the VILF list. The list really didn't bother Silas directly, he just got upset that it made Mímir and other people feel so bad. Or that was the case before Karim and whoever else decided to frame Silas for posting the lists. He slipped his arm around Mímir's waist and maneuvered himself under the other man's arm. "I hope you only said nice things," Silas offered up with a smile. Chuckling, Mímir nodded and set his chin on top of Silas's shoulder, taking comfort in the contact to get through an awkward subject, "Nice things, yeah. About how I like you and how I like being around you," He tensed up as he went on, a subtle, almost imperceptible movement, "And, uh," Swallowing, he wet his lips, gaze half-trained on the screen, "We talked about how I might hurt you." "But you're better at controlling your powers than you were, right?" It seemed like everyone was growing so much with their abilities since coming to IVI. It reminded him of how when Age of Apocalypse was going on, because they were being taught by Magneto and the world was so much more dangerous, the X-Men were much better at using their powers than they were in the normal timeline. "That's actually what she said." Mímir noted quietly, nodding, "And I am. I'm practicing, I'm getting better, but still, there are--" He frowned, letting Thor smashing a coffee cup against the ground momentarily distract him, "I still might hurt you." "I don't think you would." Silas thought there was more of a chance that his powers would hurt Mímir in some way. "I trust you." Pressing his head against Silas's, their temples touching again, Mímir sighed. "I still could, though. And so we shouldn't be doing this..." Turning, his cheek slowly slid along the other boy's, brief, exhilarating contact making his heart race. "But I really want to," he sighed, kissing the corner of Silas's mouth. Silas took in a breath and held onto Mímir like the Icelander was sliding away from him. "I don't even know what I'm doing. You're my first... everything." He was unsure what to do with his free hand, it just rested on his knee. Si tentatively moved it to Mímir's arm, trying to remember every romantic movie or TV show he'd ever watched for some guidance. "Just--" Mímir stopped, his lips brushing softly against Silas's, "If I ever..." Sliding a hand up into the other boy's hair, gently cupping the back of his head, he sighed again, "If I ever hurt you, you stop me, okay? You just--" Another kiss, another quiet sigh, "Just run away or kick my ass or get your team to kick my ass, yeah?" Silas couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of him having to kick Mímir's ass. "I couldn't kick your butt. I could probably nibble on you a little bit but that's it." His smile faded a bit. "I don't mean to tease. I swear if you are hurting me I will let you know and I hope you'll do the same for me?" "I will, don't worry," Mímir murmured, resting his forehead against Silas's, his gaze cast downwards as he slowly pulled back. At that moment, a shrill beep and a rattling buzz echoed out of Mímir's sock drawer from across the room, signalling that he'd received yet another text. "...Have I mentioned how much I hate Karim?" He growled. "He sucks." Silas frowned. He tried to ignore all of the accusations of him being the one to make the VILF list but he found himself responding to everyone that tried to place blame on him. Everyone that knew him knew it couldn't be true but there were still a lot of people at the school that didn't know Silas or were just being mean like Karim. "Can we hurt him?" "We can. We really can," Mímir replied, "It's just a question of how we hurt him." Shifting back away from the other boy, he propped himself up with one hand, smiling easily, "Lilja wants to kick his ass. ...and I'd really like to see that." "That's not really fair... maybe if she tied a hand behind her back?" Silas offered. He'd actually really like to see Karim squeal as the Icelandic girl smacked him around a little. Letting out a brief bark of laughter, Mímir nodded in approval, "I'll definitely have to bring that up next time I see her." |