Davian Rivera-Triádhos (antitestament) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-05-19 23:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: davian rivera, character: kylie pierce, location: school grounds |
Thread: Pick Your Flavor
WHO: Kylie Pierce and Davian Rivera
WHEN: Monday night
WHERE: Courtyard outside
Davian didn't usually make it a habit of meeting up with someone for a planned thing, but after talking to Dallas extensively, he was eager to do something, anything, to act out. Even if Dallas never heard of it, so what? It'd make Davian feel better knowing he'd stuck it to him. Fuck all that talk about attitude and turning his life around. None of that was real, anyway. Even before Davian had been removed from demon society and dropkicked into humanity, he'd known that his future was abysmally bleak. Dallas was just high on something. Probably fairy dust from his sexy girlfriend. Whatever. The only thing Davian wanted to do while he was at St. Margaret's was get by. Whatever happened between point A and point B was up for grabs.
And tonight, the one doing the grabbing was him and a new student who'd come in kind of out of nowhere and boldly talked about drinking blood. It was new and refreshing, since most of the other vampires only whispered about such things. The fact that Kylie knew other demonkind, halfsie mutants who were more an abomination than anything worth anyone's time, interested Davian. Not only had she already been introduced to demons, after a fashion, but she said she'd tasted their blood and liked it. This was something Davian wanted to see and feel in person.
Davian tipped his head back and let out a breath of smoke, watching the stream drift off in the light breeze that swept across the courtyard this time of night as the tides came in down by the ocean. It was his favorite spot to smoke. Actually, all spots were his favorite spots to smoke, because he just liked smoking. He'd do it anywhere he wanted if it weren't for the teachers and their rules. Thankfully this spot hadn't seen him caught and chased off by a member of the staff due in part to its secluded dark corners and the wind that hid the smell of his cigarette. Damn, and he was almost out. Time to borrow or steal.