midnight library | fletcher

[devon hawthorne]

devon needed a bit of quiet like anyone, especially today. it wasn't often that you could find devon in a bad mood, seeing as he was rather a happy chap most of the time. but today, he seemed to have got up on the wrong side of the coffin. not that he slept in a coffin, but it was just a figure of speech. he'd had several drinks, thankfully hurting no one this time. lately he'd been drinking a little too much, and leaving his victims too weak. devon wasn't someone who could drink until someone was dry. he controlled himself and only drank so much. the day had been pretty boring, with devon mooching around.

and now it was night time. devon, unlike most vampires, did actually sleep through the night. but on nights like this, there was no way he was getting to sleep. instead, devon decided to get away from his room and go to the library. well... sneak to the library. it was only too easy for devon, being a vampire, to sneak quickly and quietly into the library. once their devon sighed softly and settled down on the comfy seating. devon didn't feel like reading a book. in all honesty he didn't feel like doing much. so he just sat there and stared across at the door. almost as if he was wishing someone would come through the door.

[fletcher cross]

"What do you mean I can't return it?!" he asked for what seemed like the billionth time. The librarian before him simply shook her head and restated the painful excuse that the library had closed hours ago. So, Fletcher reasoned back, what was she still doing here if there was nothing to do--and now that he had given her something to do in her naturally uneventful life, she was denying him the chance to return the book. Granted it had been overdue for a while--his memory simply didn't retain things like that. They got around to more important things like, perhaps, birthdays, or friendships, or things like the CYP test on Monday. The only thing that could explain all of this was that it was a Wednesday, his bad day.

He grunted in defeat. Fine, thought. I'll get in myself. Flashing a smile to the librarian as she (finally) took her leave from the building, he waited a few more moments before sliding in through the door. Success! With a hint of a smirk he took the book out from underneath his arm and tossed it into the 'return' pile. So, now what? Go back? He wasn't all in the mood for sleeping, actually. It made him laugh--a lot of people thought he was a vampire because of his fair skin and lack of sleep during the night. He was simply a bad tanner and a caffeine-addict. Try to screw with that one.

Fletcher strolled through the shelves and shelves of tattered books, hands sinking into the pockets of his jeans. He reached the end of the mystery section and was about to turn into history when he spotted Devon sitting in what looked like an extremely comfortable chair. "The rate your life is going, I think you should be the one to start a HSIOW," he teased, plopping down into a seat across from him.

[devon hawthorne]

devon sighed and slumped a little. the chair he had picked was extremely comfortable, and it made him want to fall asleep. even if he didn't want to. all in all devon wasn't so tired right now. not sleepy tired anyway. but he couldn't help but find it incredibly boring in here. he didn't feel like reading still, but he guessed if the boredom got unbearable then he would have to find a good old novel to bury his head into. but that time would never come. as fletcher was here, even though devon hadn't seen the werewolf. which was strange, seeing as he had rather fabulous hearing if he did say so himself.

he let out a small shriek as he heard the voice, which he instantly knew was fletcher. but the shock made him make such a noise. with the added of embarrassment of nearly falling out of his chair. looking up at fletcher he bit his lip. if he had have been able to, at that moment he would have been blushing furiously. but alas, it was not to be. devon smiled over at his friend. "h-hey, fletcher. devon said softly, smiling widely. he loved hanging out with fletcher, no matter what people said. so what if fletcher was a werewolf, who cared? not devon! "what d-d-do you mean? my l-life is just f-fine." devon smirked a little and stuck his tongue out childishly.

[fletcher cross]

Fletcher watched in sheer amusement as the poor boy fell down to the ground with a mildly-ear-threatening scream. Giving a short nod as a sign of welcome, he shook his head. The werewolf leaned forward in his seat, propping his head up by his elbow. “Need help there?” he asked with a grin, watching as Devon’s own grin spread wider. Ah, friends. There were tons of people who gave him trouble for being close friends with a vampire (still something he did not understand at all). Devon was a perfectly fine person. Nothing wrong with him, other than the fact sometimes they messed around (“garlic-breath, want your chew toy?”); they were practically attached to the hip. Not only did he love hanging out with the sophomore, but the fact that he could scare the crap out of him was an added bonus.

He laughed. “Oh, sure. If your life is ‘just fine’, then why are you sitting in a dark library with nothing to do?” he countered, sticking out his tongue as well. They were five year-olds at heart, Fletcher and Devon. That’s probably what drew them closer—the fact that they giggled at things like the number sixty-nine and when people did cartwheels. Not that Fletcher would let any of his enemies know it. He still had a semi-badass reputation to keep up, and even if it was only a fraction of what he hoped it to be, it was better than completely non-existent. “Besides, we all know my life is too exciting for any of that shit, so.”

[devon hawthorne]

devon only glared up at fletcher, though mixed with a fang-bearing grin, and shook his head, getting up onto his chair quickly to avoid any more embarrassment. devon had always been rather clumsy, as fletcher knew. so it wasn't exactly so new that devon was falling off his chair. he tended to fall off chairs a lot. and the fact that fletcher just had a way of scaring the crap out of him. that boy sure was a sneaker. a very good one at that. "i'm f-fine." devon chuckled softly and licked at his lips softly, slumping down once again in his seat. it was qite obvious he had the better seat, so devon decided to brag. "y-you ok in t-that crappy seat? m-mines comfy, and s-spacious." devon giggled and winked, loving teasing his friend. his giggle was said to be the cutest thing anyone had heard. it was cute yes, but devon didn't exactly think it was anything special.

devon chuckled himself, and shrugged. "then why a-are you h-here?" devon smirked. unlike fletcher, devon didn't have any type of badass reputation. his stutter took that well away from him. but it wasn't like he could help it. damn it if he could, he would get rid of it. giggling a little more, devon rolled his eyes playfully and bit at his lip. "how are y-you, anyway?" devon asked. wanting to know if fletcher was doing ok. hoping that his friend was coping with life a little better than him at the moment.

[fletcher cross]

Fletcher almost snorted at the boy’s comment. Well, if he was going to play that way, then where was the sense in playing fair back? Ch, the giggle. Adorable. If there was anyone who could make him coo because of the utter cuteness-display, it had to be Devon. He rolled his eyes, literally bounced out of his seat, and sat down on the sophomore. He was actually pretty comfy for a skinny boy (as many others were, he just didn’t know it—maybe they had a secret club). He wrapped an arm around the back of the younger boy’s neck, using it to pull himself up a bit further, and made himself comfortable, flashing a smile. “You’re right. It is a lot comfier than mine,” he replied, a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. You didn’t mess with him, nuh-uh.

Okay, that comeback totally backfired on him. “It’s called a sense of adventure, Devon.” Yeah, the thrill of adventure could definitely be found in a cold, dark library in the middle of the night. Leave it to Fletcher to find something completely dull and uninteresting and market it off as the best thing in the world. When asked how he was, his mind went to the problem he had with Andrew. “...Fine,” he answered in a short manner to, hopefully, avoid getting more questions along with it. “You?” A smile spread across his lips. Jesus, we’re boring as hell, he thought to himself, amused. Ah, at least they were boring together. That made all the difference.

[devon hawthorne]

devon was slightly taken back as fletcher literally bounced out of his seat and onto to him. giggling a little he bounced fletcher up and down a little with his knees, pulling the boy properly onto his lap. one of the good things about his super human strength. he could let people sit on his lap. fletcher was like a feather on his lap. smiling devon rolled his eyes and nodded. "that i-it is." devon smiled and wrapped his arms around fletcher's waist so his friend wouldn't slip off. and... kind of because it was cool to cuddle. and it was like cuddling without actually cuddling.

devon raised his eyebrows slightly and chuckled. "what k-kind of a-adventure can you f-fing in a dusty, c-cold library, in the m-m-middle of the n-night?" devon asked, chuckling still, with a small innocent smirk on his face. that was the question though, what was there to do here in the middle of the night? devon had an answer. not a lot. at least the place was lighted a little, but not a lot. not that it made much matter to devon. being a vampire he had good eyesight in darkness, so he could see almost perfectly even in the dull light.

"...fine" the pause that was left said it all. and devon raised his eyebrows at his friend. he wondered why fletcher was saying he was fine, when it was rather obvious to devon that something, however small, was wrong. devon smiled and shrugged. "t-today hasn't been s-so great. but o-other than that g-good." devon replied, a soft smile on his face, before he bit gently at his lip. "so, w-whats wrong?" devon asked, in a way that told fletcher purely and simply he wouldn't give in until his friend told him what was wrong. which he wouldn't. after all, maybe he could help with whatever was wrong?

[fletcher cross]

Hey! Fletcher laughed as he bounced up and down on Devon’s knees. It was kind of like flying, watching as his view of the library changed every few seconds. It was definitely entertaining, though. He felt something coil around his waist and looked down to see Devon’s arms around him. He blushed a little. Sure, Dev was his best friend, but that didn’t suddenly take away that he was extremely good looking. And fun. And cute. And—ah, what was he supposed to be doing here, anyway? Another thing: wasn’t he supposed to be the older one, the one who didn’t blush? Damn Devon. Damn him and his clever seductive abilities (which the sophomore probably hadn’t even considered...).

“Cold?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. It wasn’t that cold in the library, was it? He looked around, as if he could physically see the chill, and returned his gaze to Devon. Cold, huh? He could fix that. Temperature did somehow fall under weather. “Well, that’s the adventure, I guess. Finding it,” he replied, heating the room up as he spoke. Powers, powers. The world was far more interesting when you could bend certain things at your will. Fletcher shuddered as he imagined what it would be like to be an ordinary human living in the world today. It must have been entirely dull. He pitied them.

His lips twitched into a frown. “What happened today?” he asked. He felt bad; on top of being in a completely different grade from Devon, he hadn’t been spending a lot of time with him lately. Then again, it was the start of the school year, and he didn’t have much free time to talk to him anyway. It still worried him though. He tilted his head back as Devon spoke. Great. That was his I-have-you-pinned-and-you-know-it tone of voice. Plus the fact that he had him trapped on his lap was reason enough to come clean. “It’s just...people stuff. Don’t worry.”

[devon hawthorne]

devon couldn't help but chuckle at fletchers reaction to being jiggled. it was devon's way of getting his own back, so to speak, on fletcher. it was fun to bounce him up and down anyway. devon smirked a little as he saw fletcher blush, though he did wonder what had made his friend blush... it couldn't be that he'd wrapped his arms around him, could it? ha, come on. he must be flustered or something from being bounced. devon thought. yeah, that was a more likely tale. it wasn't exactly a big deal... at least not to devon, for him to wrap his strong pale arms around his best friend.

devon shrugged a little and then nodded. as much as devon loved the cold, it was starting to make him a little too cold for his liking. “well, that’s the adventure, i guess. finding it.” devon chuckled and nodded. "i guess. y-you have to f-find it somewhere i-i g-guess." devon smiled and rested his head on fletchers shoulder, running his tongue along his teeth very gentle. he needed to sharpen them a little, they felt weird for some reason, but thats what he guessed it was. smiling as he felt the room heat up a little. devon sighed as he looked towards the curtains, biting his lip and concentrating on trying to move one of them. nothing happened. man that was getting annoying.

devon sighed and shrugged at the question of what had happened. "n-nothing really. just been i-in a bad m-mood. and for s-some reason i k-keep getting r-really h-hungry." devon replied softly, shrugging a little. fletcher couldn't really relate to his vampire problems, seeing as the older boy was in fact, NOT a vampire. but fletcher would get the gist of the situation, which was better than nothing. devon raised his eyebrows at fletcher's answer, and gave him a look again. one that totally said just-tell-me-otherwise-i'll-just-go-on. which he would.

[fletcher cross]

Kodak moment, fachiinng. Fletcher leaned back against Devon and smiled. “Yeah, and seeing as you’re here, the bundle of adventure and thrill that you are, I don’t think I have to look anymore,” he mused, watching out of the corner of his eye as the younger boy rested his head on his shoulder. He seemed to be concentrating on something—the curtains?—and it was entirely amusing to watch him. It wasn’t that often that Fletcher saw the other completely lost in concentration, and it seemed sort of silly. It was just out of place, really. Grabbing a lock of Devon’s hair and twirling it in his fingers, he slid himself into a more comfortable position and basked in the newfound warmth.

For some reason, when vampires like Devon said they were hungry, it didn’t scare him as much as it seemed to scare others. So what, they were hungry. That’s like saying he was hungry, and aside from the fact that a bowl of cereal technically couldn’t be afraid of him, there would be no reason to. It was the way of life. It just totally sucked for you if you happened to be what a vampire hungered for. A lot of humans at Winterthorne appeared victimized by the vampires. They should know better. Any break-out of hunger-related issues and the student would probably be suspended. If school was like that, they should just introduce themselves as such: Hi, I’m Fletcher, and I’m going to be Devon’s dessert tomorrow.

He grinned. “You can snack on me any time you like.” The only reason he even said things like that was because of the reactions he got from the boy. It made him laugh every time. The icy-blue eyes trailed over to meet Dev’s; he was already staring at him. Ah, damn. The look again. He shot one back that said I’m-only-doing-this-because-you’ll-never-shut-up. “You know that kid who rooms with us, Lacetti?”

[devon hawthorne]

devon smiled and cuddled fletcher a little more. what could he say? he was a cuddler. who ever heard of a cuddly vampire? well, that's what devon was, so get used to it. devon smiled a little and nodded. glad that fletcher was happy with just his company. sighing he looked to fletcher and smiled as the boy grabbed at his hair and began to twirl it. "don't y-you ruin my h-hair, mister." devon joked, pulling fletcher yet again closer, wrapping his arms a little tighter, but not tight enough to hurt his friend. that would be horrible. devon looked back over to the curtains and tried again, using all the concentration he could. and he did it! he actually did it. the curtain didn't move much, but it opened a little. devon looked to fletcher with a grin on his face. "i d-did it!" devon chuckled.

devon knew that fletcher didn't exactly mind when he mentioned that he could do with a nice feed. it was always strange to devon, why his friend didn't seem to care, when he himself did. devon hated feeding, he hated the panic that washed over their bodies as his teeth sunk into their flesh. he had learned how to make it painless, but the victim had to relax. which many couldn't do in their panic of having someone's fangs sucking their blood. "you can snack on me any time you like." devon's eyes widened. fletcher had said this before, and devon's reaction was always the same. "b-b-but..." devon stuttered, biting at his lip and looking down.

he hated the thought of feeding of anyone he knew, especially his best friend. but he was curious. he hadn't been so curious before, but right now. he wondered if it was any different than feeding of a mortal. someone without powers. he'd fed of a witch before, but they only had powers. fletcher was a werewolf... would he change? devon had never seen fletcher change, which he was rather glad about. he didn't fancy seeing that. "w-would you let m-me?" devon whispered very softly, looking up at fletcher nibbling at his lip. he wasn't sure what he wanted fletcher to say in answer to that. devon smiled as he got it out of him. lacetti? wasn't he the vampire? devon nodded, showing he knew who fletcher was talking about.

[fletcher cross]

Fletcher rolled his eyes upward so that he was looking at the ceiling, something he’d never really done before. It was this moment that he had first noticed the painting on the ceiling. It was made of intricate swirls and what seemed to be delicate brush-strokes. He wondered who had spent the time to paint it for the library. Whoever it had been, it was done a long time ago—the paint was cracking in some parts. “I wouldn’t have to do much,” he shot back with a small smirk. That was completely false, anyway. Dev’s hair always seemed to be perfect. He lived with him, and couldn’t remember a time when he’d had a bad hair day. A noise rustled him from his thoughts, and his head snapped toward the noise. Oh. Curtains. He had forgotten that Devon was trying to move them. A smile gripped his lips and he nodded. “You’re getting better at that. Who knows, maybe one day you can scare me out of my seat...” Like that would ever happen. But he could give the boy hope.

The smile widened slightly. He was so cute when he was afraid. “I promise I won’t die on you. You know me better than that. Besides,” he laughed a little before continuing, “if you did, I’d come back as a zombie and kick your ass. There’s a reason Winterthorne doesn’t allow them, aside from the fact that they don’t actually exist.” He began to braid the other’s hair. Fletcher hated it when people did that to him, and he wasn’t exactly sure why he was doing it now, but it was a way to spend his time, so it went. Noticing his friend’s sudden change in mood, he poked his side playfully. Anything to get his smile back was fair game.

What is he thinking about? Fletcher was a little startled when he was asked. He had thought about this when he was with Andrew. The only thing that scared him if Dev tried was if something happened to the vampire. “Yeah.” But, what was there to be afraid of? All the vampires and werewolves had going against them was the rivalry and awful smell. His blood was just as good as anyone else’s. “Yeah, I would,” he repeated in a voice that sounded more sure of himself, flashing a small smile up at Devon. He watched the boy nod. Now, what to say? He wanted to avoid any subject involving Andrew until he could figure that out on his own. Not the greatest way to handle it, but whatever. “I—rooming with a bunch of vampires is hard, you know?” He chuckled. “You guys smell,” he added, making a face.

[devon hawthorne]

"i wouldn't have to do much." devon looked at fletcher as his mouth dropped open in mock shock, tapping fletchers nose. "my hair is p-perfectly fine t-thank you!" devon whined, pouting slightly. though it wasn't as innocent as it could be, seeing as when he did you could see his fangs. but he still looked cute and adorable. devon giggled a little as fletcher's head snapped to the curtains, and smiled. nodding and sighing. "maybe, i d-doubt it though." devon shrugged. he didn't mind so much. just things tended to fly when he didn't want them to. and it would be so much easier to do things if he could control his power. maybe, if he got good enough, he could make fletcher fly. now THAT would be fun to do. as long as he knew fletcher was safe of course.

which was why he was so afraid of biting him. devon hated to inflict any sort of pain on people, and it would be even worse when fletcher was his best friend. and also the fear of being hurt himself. what if fletcher changed into a werewolf and attacked him by accident out of stress. devon giggled a little as he heard fletcher rambling something about zombies. devon didn't believe in zombies. that was going a little far to believe in them. though he hadn't believed in fairies. but they existed. devon frowned as he felt fletcher start to braid his hair, but he said nothing and just sat there. he didn't mind fletcher playing with his hair. he could always sort it out later.

devon pouted again as he was poked. a smile spreading across his face as he poked fletcher back. "no poking the v-vampire." devon giggled. devon bit his lip as fletcher said yes. he wasn't so sure how he felt about that. but it was good right? fletcher would let devon see what it was like? devon wondered if the blood tasted different... it must do. "... c-can i? j-just to s-see w-what its like?" devon asked quietly, looking down and running his fingers up and down fletchers leg. devon looked shocked and scoffed. "we do n-not smell! y-you smell like... d-dog..." that was actually the truth. fletcher did smell like a dog, but devon didn't care. he always put it to the back of his mind.

[fletcher cross]

Fletcher snapped at the boy’s fingers with his teeth, missing on purpose. “Perfectly fine,” he echoed, still smiling. “If it makes you feel better.” Ai, he was pouting. He looked away. If there was anything that Devon did (other than those glares) that would make Fletcher do anything he wanted, it was pouting. He tried to avert his eyes, as he wasn’t going to give in to this game. No way. Upon hearing Dev’s chuckle, he scoffed and pushed him in the side. He hadn’t jumped that much, had he? “It’s something to look forward to,” he replied, shrugging. Who knew? Maybe there was a surge of power just waiting in that boy, and it was going to explode some day. Some day when Fletcher was sitting in a not-so-comfortable seat and would be scared to death.

He almost snorted at the look on the other boy’s face when he braided his hair. “Don’t worry, it’ll survive,” Fletcher assured him, already untwisting the lock of dark hair. Was it just him, or did all the vampires at Winterthorne have fair skin and dark hair—or was that a universal trait? He could see it now. News flash: not only do all vampires like to dine on your blood, but they also all look ridiculously alike. He made a mental note not to tell Dev that one. He’d probably make some smart comment on how all werewolves smelled like wet dog when they swam—which, then again, was probably also true.

“Oh yeah? Well no poking the werewolf. You’ll never know when I’ll—” he winked, “snap.” Chuckling at the thought of actually getting so mad at Devon that he’d flip out, an impossibility in his mind, he tilted his head curiously at the boy’s next question. Could he...take his blood? “If you want to, yeah.” Okay, that was the truth. Despite how afraid he was for the younger boy, Fletcher would let him. He peered curiously at the fingers that were now trailing invisible lines on his leg. It tickled, and he tried not to laugh. He rolled his eyes. “You smell like rotting flesh,” he pointed out. “No offense, but it reeks.”

[devon hawthorne]

devon moved his fingers quickly out of the way of fletchers snapping teeth. though he knew fletcher would never hurt him like that, it was just a common reflex when someone went to bite viciously at you. devon stuck out his tongue and rolled his eyes. devon knew he looked good, duh, he was a vampire. he ALWAYS looked good. but hey, fletcher seemed to always look good do. occasionally the boy would have a little bit too messy hair, but all in all, fletcher was always looking fine. devon did notice, he just didn't dwell on it. seeing as fletcher was his best friend and that would be far too weird. though he did sometimes wonder what it would be like to kiss him... but devon always told those thoughts to swiftly move on. smiling, devon nodded, agreeing. though he seriously doubted his power would strengthen any, but he could hope. nothing wrong with having a bit of faith.

devon scowled and gave a look that perfectly said it-better-do. though a smile soon replaced it. it actually felt nice to have his hair played with, but he would only let fletcher do it. devon knew he would let fletcher do anything, and he would do anything for fletcher. hell, devon would put a stake through his heart if fletcher asked him to. but that was just the way devon was with his best friend. and it was the way it would stay. devon giggled a little and poked fletcher again. "oh r-really?" devon teased, giggling. though it was a very scary though that fletcher would and could ever get so mad at devon that he would snap...

devon bit his lip and nodded, laying his head on fletcher's shoulder and staring at his best friends neck. deciding he would do it, devon moved his head and lifted fletcher, and moved the boy so he was straddling him. which felt way too weird, but it was easier this way. "you h-honestly don't mind? b-because i won't d-do it if y-your not sure..." devon asked, feeling a little scared. scared of hurting fletcher. "and f-for the record, s-s-sorry about the smell... b-but vamp's are k-kind of... s-supposed to be dead..." devon replied, while waiting for his own reply from fletcher.