Heaven's Descent

[Dara]

Love is never simple, never black and white, and sometimes you have no choice but to break the rules. It was something Desari knew well these last few weeks. When cupid's arrow had struck the young feline it had taken no notice of the fact that she was the daughter of Hades and the boy she had fallen hard for..a fair headed angel. None other than Snowrose Crisswell.

Light and Dark could the two meet in the middle? Was there a middle ground, She hoped so. Her campaign to win his heart had begun with a single note in his locker. Two weeks later they were passing notes backwards and forwards. It was a secret they both shared.It was a secret that neither could possibly allow to leak out. There was those that would simply freak if they found out. Her father being one of them.

Desari looked once more up and down the empty hallway.Soon it would be bustling with life, as students moved from class to class, pausing to collect books and other treasured items, gossiping on the way to the next class. She had but moments to deliver her treasure. A note written in her perfect handwritting sealed in a white envelope. Her name never making the page just a red heart with a pawprint drawn in the middle.

In the moments she had slipped the cool white paper between the harsh metal of his locker time had slipped from her. The loud clang of the bell ringing to tell the student body lessons had finished echoed through the hallways.Creating a sudden sea of people the dark feline was able to dissaper into. Normanlly she would let it sweep her towards the safety of her own locker, but something beckoned her to stay. Maybe it was the lure of seeing him smile maybe , or just the sight of him. Who knew? Finding Solace in a doorway she waited, prepare to duck inside the classroom should her desire come too close. In Moments like these escape routes were always important. But first she'd wait as she heard the familar footsteps approach.

[Asphyxia]

Cromwell was a mistake; the twins were never meant to fall in the hands of the adversary school for dark arts. The only reason their mother had forced them to show their legendary faces inside the facility was to learn of their history, the altered, dark history never revealed in Crisswell because it was forbidden to speak of it. Redrose Cromwell was a well-noted, ancient, natural enemy of the rivaling school and it was the school whose name bore it to speak of it. As a mother, the events known from their past was a cursed she coveted but could never bring herself to reveal to her twins, thus carrying the weight unto the school. It hadn't been hard to get them in there, both held the power to convert to their devious, vexatious ancestor but neither knew and wouldn't know. The truth eventually would come spiraling down on them whether she liked it or not, and later than sooner she preferred.

For quite some time now, the twins Snowrose and Redrose had attended Cromwell school for Dart Arts. Naturally, the fallen angel had an increasing interest in the things that had been taught to both of them although it had been his childish consumption of taking his surroundings that caused him the want to learn and satiate his need for more. Curiosity was always his intentions although his affiliation had rooted for the good. The dark was only a natural, growing interest in him and nothing else. The need to practice it wasn't there and the desire to harm wasn't there either. As a negating opposite, Snowrose was the more quiet one of the twins. The fair hair child always kept to himself, and his only accomplice was his mirroring brother. He had been his ally since birth and his confidential psychologist when he needed it and vice versa. The naive hearted boy never chose to acquaint or exchange a simple word; his glances would expand to a simple skim and quickly turn away or down in embarrassment. His childish nature wasn't to feed and learn but a quiet, serene ambient. The simplistic life was something Snowrose had always cherished, and the best of nature's presents to his belief. The boy was always thankful for the lavished maintenance on this world, how luscious and warm welcoming it always was even if the school shaped up the students into little rascals.

The high strung sound of the bell rang and it was bustling, traffic time in the hallways. As every student poured into the expanse of grand spacious halls, two particular, yin and yang, made their trek toward their locker. Their eyes exchanged secretive words only they could understand, but their mouths mocked in different shapes, the wording of whispered words as they shuffled together in order to listen to each other a little bit more clearer.
"I thought we were going to our next class?" The first voice, an eighth deeper than a normal tenor with an odd, manly rumble.
"Locker stop." The second voice held a softer denote, the eighth lighter from a tenor not quite into alto yet with a small, buzzing rumble detected still in men.
The shapely figure next to the second voice made a nod of consent, his eyes straying away in different directions until it spotted something that held somewhat of his interest. It was held enough that both of his black gloved hands traveled to the tie neatly arranged over his chest and tucked inside his tux, index finger pinching on top while the thumb looped underneath, the rest of the hand snaking around the circumference and his free had tugged lightly and swept the pull in motion. Taking vague notice of this, fair hair child watched his antic with a bored yet innocent stare and his eyes briefly skimmed his peripheral but cast downward in fret. "Something interesting?" Snowrose asked calmly, the voice maintaining no feel of emotion, only a steady, almost monotone beat.
"Plenty. I'll catch up with you in five."
The shade of black disappeared into the crowd easily, leaving the platinum blond boy alone to walk toward his locker. Once standing in front of his locker, his shoulders rose up and his diafram decreased, noting that he was taking a deep breath as if preparing himself for something. It was when he reached his destination that the lighter twin remembered exchanged notes from a girl that had a crush on him. It was still an unexplainable event that had him befuddled and flabbergasted. Of all the boys a girl like her could get--because Snowrose didn't think she wasn't unattractive but his naive, shy mind couldn't possible trigger the teenage emotions into life for her so it wasn't quite mutual--the girl, immediate relation to Hades had to chose him, descendant of the bearer of this school ground who was believed to have a distant family tree with one of the gods that was brother to Hades, Zeus. It wasn't a proved theory and their genealogy hadn't been studied farther back to have back up so it was discarded as a simple, made up myth for juicy venture. Snowrose, although nervous, saw a great potential in the girl despite the fact that her affiliation was out of his world and out of question. He returned the notes mostly because his brother told him what to write but kept them secure enough that they weren't misleading for the strange girl. She was held close as a friend but his shy nature and heart correlated with his mind -- it could never be. He didn't want to just humor her either, but he was a little too sweet for himself. Snow couldn't possibly tell her off nor couldn't he return nice little words. The impediment of negativity wasn't anywhere near his nature nor did it try to taint it but it just couldn't corroborate with her precious sentiment. It was a mistake, it was forbidden, and above all, it was wrong. Wrong didn't fit in his agenda.

"Boo!" The words were just a sudden, whispered pop to Desari's ear by Redrose. The boy's attention had been taken by the girl, and his interest for the dark got his heart even a stronger, triggering feeling for her. He was a puppet played by her beauty and personality strings, and although he didn't held a grudge against his brother nor toward her--it was a natural cause, he couldn't help the phenomenon from occurring--he was still as stubborn to try and win over her heart or at least give her a change of heart on her love path. Red wasn't too persistent, he allowed his twin's exchange with her and injected the protection excuse to befriend her, so that proved satisfactory enough for him. "Hey. Are you spying on Snow? Did you leave him another love letter, Dara?" The ebony eyes strayed and reverted back to the locker he had been treading toward, watching as his mirroring persona finally gathered the courage to open the locker, watching as a parched white envelope hovered with a feathery weight and splatted down on the floor. His eyes watched his brother's silhouette grab it from the ground and examine the outside with her usual signature -- a heart and a paw print. "You're going to give that poor boy a heart attack." His head rotated back toward her, keeping a marvel on her golden eyes. They had a tell tale story that fascinated his beating heart, and the color entranced his deepest desires and easy distractions. "Why don't you just go and talk to him?" The figure leaned back, his arms crisscrossing over each other, his lips pulling to the side in a lopsided frown. Frivolous, childish things like these didn't fit in his mind--he wasn't obviously the too romantic type or the hopeless romantic.

[lol it's crap. anything you want changed, tell me]

[Dara]

The very moment she had spotted the distinctive pair stroll down the still busy hallways, nothing else seem to matter. It was if there was just her and the subject of her adoration and the rest had just melted away. It was thanks to this flaw that let Redrose escape of her radar. Wherever he was going to didnt concern her.Snowrose had her complete attension.

Boo The very word caused her to jump, bringing her back to her surroundings. "RedRose" His name was hissed at her own annoyance that he had created such a reaction in her. Had she been full cat her very hair would have been on end As it was her ears twitched slightly , along with the swish of her tail.How had he been able to sneak up on her so easily!"No Im not spying on your brother, Why would I?" The words that where both a lie and instant deniel sprang to her. Of course she was and what was more Redrose had probably known everything anyway.

Her gaze followed his as they watched Snowrose at his locker.The telltale paper fluttering to the ground. Her Angel's soft movements as he scooped it up"We both know I wont. and as for speaking to him, you know he wont even speak to me" She admitted softly. Outside the realm of basic conversation Dara couldnt rember Snow saying anything more to her. Just his letters had offered her a slim hope where in reality there was none, sadly It was all just in her head.
Desari's body language had responded easily to her sad acceptance. Her black ears pressed against her soft hair and the tail had seased its swaying hanging limply behind her.No longer did she look at the Blond twin just the darker one. Redrose had all the attension that she had once given his twin. "Will you help me Red? Will you talk to Snow for me?" Her simple request was given all the sweet charm that was resevered normanlly for getting her own way with various teachers and pupil's alike. Her plan was simple, If Redrose spoke to SnowRose, he would convince him somehow to go out with her. The one Flaw she didnt see was the simple fact , the twin that liked her was standing opposite her rightnow.

[Asphyxia]

Redrose amusement had been satisfactory once again. Watching the cat hybrid jump was a wonderful sight he partook, his eyes enjoying the wonders of her silhouette while Dara took her time to look back and see the perpetrator. A wondrous smile shaped up the thin line of his lips, his head tilting to the side in small question. Cats had heightened senses, amplifying their hearing to see what was coming next. Although the warm sensation sprawling underneath his skin had given him a new fulfillment, the curiosity in his mind didn't let him live with the fact that the woman hadn't predicted his devious action. Red didn't give it enough thought to ask for detail--he knew she wasn't a full cat creature, and goddesses' powers did not entail heightened sound. But still, it was in encoded in the cat gene, and the question still lingered in his mind long enough to slather some annoyance and chagrin visible in the small crease around his eyebrows. Her defensive nature, however, played his attention somewhere else, the relief washing with a warm pang and a stinging cold aftermath. "Sure." The words trailed with a small rumbling grumble, his eyes straying back to his oblivious little brother. How could it be possible that she could fall in love with him. It was like breeding a cat with a bird -- virtually impossible. Things didn't work that way, it wasn't in nature's descent that such a situation could even be considered. "You'd be surprised. That boy hasn't seen everything in the world." A gloved hand swept upward and flickered his wrist before combing them into his dark, charcoal hair, letting the digits sprawl and fall from their direction before giving them a small flourish, twisting a strand before pinching it between his index and thumb. The eyes darted back, watching the ears pressed against her skull and the swishing tail no longer moving with excitement. Dara's sudden realization couldn't be denied -- Snowrose wouldn't probably talk to her. "Don't think you're special. He doesn't talk to anyone. I think you'd know that by now." A pinky digit inserted underneath the black tie of his attire and began giving small little upward beats to his distracted mind, counting subconsciously each beat by another skin thump. There they were, the golden eyes staring at him, penetrating into his mind and tearing in the thin gossamer of his soul without any effort, squeezing through and jamming a nail directly into his heart, ripping it out from entire limb. A woman never captured his attention, but Desari had, and unfortunately, the fallen crush was fully altered into an unhealthy obsession but not enough to surpass the lines and enter the creeper category. The entrancement meshed with tainted blotches of jet black and distorted with silver linings of steel silver before rupturing into a fractured picture, dissipating away with a dense spill of red accompanied by a mental fall into a warping reality, creating the distinct colors of what was facing him. Dara's sadness had turned into mental insanity. Cat say what? With a long pause, Red gazed longingly into her eyes with his mirroring, ebony abysmal orbs before the pupil dilated into a rounder, bigger intense stare. "Are you daft? You're already scaring him with your little subliminal messages. If he hasn't mustered up the courage to come and talk to you himself, what makes you think that my convincing will? I thought you were a bit more witty than that, Dara." A scoff unintentionally followed his remark, his head snapping away from her view. The nail had been dug deeper into the core of his pumping heart, slowly rippling in the middle with gushing rubies. It was painstaking to hear her plead in such mannerism especially for his brother. Of course, now knowing this, his little secret had to be pushed further into his locked darkness. "I mean..." the ebonies glanced back and something strange caused them to zero in and focus, speculating. How could he ever deny that face?! That puppy face, that seducing figure, those pleading melodies and the persuasion planted into her hypnotizing eyes. The strings of his heart thinned further apart, the sensation paining him further into giving in and accepting the fact that the change of heart in her would never be. As his shoulders sagged and his arms tore away from their fold, an exasperated sigh hummed through his pressed lips. Resistance truly was futile. "Mmmfnuh. FINE. I can't promise anything." Normally, Red would tag a "What's in it for me?" but this woman knew how to control the fast-acting play in his mind and wind him up like a doll.

[Dara]

Her gaze drooped from his face to the floor. Was it that impossible to recieve the postive outcome she demanded from the Pale angel. It was all new to her, this thing she couldnt demand like the rest of her life had been. "I scare him?"She whispered holding her hands together. To scare the very one she loved,seemed the most appalling thing in the world. Maybe Red was right. Nothing was going to help her claim Snowrose.Not even the only person in the school seemed willing to assist her in her plight.

Her ears twitched lightly was he changing his mind. Could she be that lucky "Really Red you mean it?"With her words her face lit up. She had hope again. Redrose she was sure could convince his brother she was the cat er girl for him. "Im sure you will be able to. Snowrose always listens to you anyway" As her tail found its life and began to swish again , her happiness bubbled over to her next actions. Her arms found themselves around his neck. and a kiss on his cheek.She hadnt met to do it, just simply thank him for helping her.

Stepping back the soft tinge of a blush peppered her cheeks.Although she had hugged him almost it didnt feel weird.She had liked it, liked his scent. It was confusing. Her heart lay with Snowrose didnt it? Speach wouldnt come to her , this action had left her dumbstruck, and very confused. What should she say, would he expect her to apologise to him. Would he be cross with her, after all they both know she likes Snowrose. At least thats what she thought could she be wrong after all.

[Asphyxia]

"Plenty." The mumble, although stumbled upon the divert directions his thinned lips began to take, had been discernible enough to the human -- or creature -- ear withholding an undertone along the lines of "you have no idea." The naturally one-toned lips pulled inward and hid behind the skin of his features before they pulled out in unison creating a small popping noise. The sensation overwhelming his personality from her crestfallen emotions washed over him with a sheeting comfort -- it was a comfort that could never exist in his world but only in the depths of his mind. Luckily, there, it could occur however he wanted it to and play the movie as many times as he wanted. Unfortunately, he wasn't the type of day dreaming. His feet had been firmly planted on the firm, harsh, linoleum ground. Being a realist sometimes really was a difficult task for the teenager, but he didn't have time to be an idealist. Desires and dreams were for people with time and time to him was important. His abysmal ebonies spiraled downward before being invaded by the mass of black already having him in an embrace, causing his arms to spread away from his body and away from hers in opposite directions. Finding himself without tactic and actually debating whether or not he could and would reciprocate, Dara had other plans set forward and already splayed in motion. The light press of her lips to his warm skin was a comfort greater than watching her give up on the infatuated love for his twin brother. It was the only comforting notice that he could be a potential candidate in the future but the motion was set forth upon by the cheers and delights of his agreement to convince his brother of a situation that had no real avail. They contained depth-less promises and tries, but he would do it to watch her smile even if it were distant and meaning for his other look alike. That greater, peachy comfort ebbed away quickly with a sour wash at this conclusion.
Still dumbfounded in his pose, when cat woman decided to release him from her hold, his composure gathered back to his own body in slow scenic motions, playing it off by slimming his hand down his tux and taking a cool breather. Although he wouldn't display the surprise of her course of action, inside, Red was really dying of a happiness explosion. The stabbed heart had taken the nail out slowly and in it's place had been a mending band-aid for the time being. "I'll go talk to him now." The flat tones were left in the small exchange between their awkward momentum as he began to walk away from the setting and approaching his copies' locker.

"Another love letter from your secret admirer?" Red quickly interjected, his head following the motion of his brother's settling down things before actually holding the envelope with the paw print and heart clearly stamped on it. Mirroring abysmal ebonies darted to look upon his darker version before flashing the white parchment between both their countenances, giving it a little twisting motion while airborne in his head.
"Yeah." The answer was followed by an exasperated sigh; a sigh depicting reluctance and a certain hesitation tinged by the nervous feeling rattling his sagging frame.
"Snow... you know, she's not--" His statement was cut short by a simple finger stabbed through the air in excuse to halt his words.
"Don't spoil it." The higher tenor brought his available digits to rip across the sealed part before unfolding it from it's shape and opening to fully view the contents inside. The paper had been slathered with elegant, girly handwriting expressing words of undying love and inhumane obsession with romantic lyrics and a longing for a lover that was separated from the strings that were never attached in the first place. While the eyes of the fair hair child skimmed through the loops of Desari's penmanship, each wording injecting a new fear inside of him and causing him to tremble a bit more in his place, Red decided to try once again.
"Listen, Snow, lover bird sending Valentine messages would really like you to talk to her. She really likes you, you know? She's not so bad to talk to. You might have to dodge around her mushiness, though. She's one of those hopeless romantics, ya know?" Red hadn't been great at lying, but he was a great actor, and the part could be passed as convincing as a minimum. However, no brother could act against the other without the other noticing.
"I know what you're trying to do."
"So will it work?" A sheepish smile followed the impish statement.
If the planes of Snowrose's face had been serious, the new shadow of complexity had turned them into smaller little frowns that reassembled something along the signals of pain and naive combined. He couldn't say no yet the thought of hearing them without even speaking face to face kept him, with more reason, at a farther distance.
"You didn't promise." The higher tenor interjected. The expressions marveled for a signal, for a change in planes, the answer and the hesitation. "Red... I... I-uh."
"'I uh Red.' Stop being pathetic. Do you think women at all ever would speak to you? This is your chance."
"I've to finish high school first." Ebonies were cast downward, the card placed upon the shelf inside the locker before the contents for the next class were pulled into the messenger backpack. "I return her messages, Red, you help me."
"Are you saying you humor her?"
"No." The words were a bare little whisper. That's the least of things he'd do, lead on a girl like that and play with her frail emotions. But he also didn't want to be forced to do something he was afraid of, something that basically made him face his fears, fears that kept him isolated in a secure little haven alongside his twin brother.
"Then? I'll go with you if you want. Saves you the mushy part." The painstaking heart ache had returned with accelerated pulses in exacerbated thumps. Although this would probably tear him apart, he'd do it for the sake of his brother and for the woman he'd give a fair share of everything to just to see her smile. At least he would be there to protect his frail brother's emotions if anything were to go wrong or if he were to go quiet as to not hurt the second mutual party as well. Snow, however, seemed to ponder over this for a little bit but it didn't take him much to convince further. He wouldn't say no, he couldn't. His brother was going to escort him, everything would be okay in his agenda. With a simple nod, Snowrose slung his black polyester backpack unto his left arm before quietly closing the locker door shut.
"Beautiful. Let's go." With that, both of them walked in unison toward the cat hybrid, one with a facade of smiling ventures and the other with a face contorted in small fear of a child.

[Dara]

Dara was still shocked. Redrose made no passing remark over her misdeed. Maybe it was nothing after all. After all he treated it like nothing had passed between them.Fine she would ignore it too. Girls like her didnt just kiss boys like that , or act like a silly little barbie girl. It was time to get her act together.She smiled and watched him go, return to his twin as her ambassador.Soon she was sure she would finally get what she wanted, whether Snowrose wanted it or not.

Turning to watch the boys conversation, Desari longed to be closer, to hear what was being said between them.Her ears twitching her heart racing her tail swishing. It was like christmas morning.She even could swear there was butterflies in her stomach.
Neither boy seemed to give too much away as she strained to hear what was being said. Why couldnt she pick a closer hiding spot.
Letting out a breath she didnt realise she was holding as Snow handled her letter. 'Please let him like it' All her letters to him had taken painstaking effot to write and carried a little of her heart with it. Redrose had the power in his hand to give her her dearest wish or shatter it easily

This was it. They were coming over.Did she look ok? Her hands flatterned down her dress feeling her hair hoping her apperance was flawless like it most likely was. Why was Redrose coming too, that was a silly question. She knew the answer to that one. Where there was Red, Snow wasnt far behind.

"Hey guys"Desari purred as she walked to greet them. She would seem in control like always instead of the silly little child she felt inside. "How are you Snowrose?"This was probaly the only time she'd have the time to ask him the one question neither had been brave enough to ask and that the kitten demanded only one responce , the postive answer. "Did you get my letter?"She asked, the tail dancing wildly behind her as her nerves began to get the better of her.She had her crush's attension and this time she would ask him the one question that would either soothe her butterflies or possible crack her heart.
"I was wondering Snow" She began with her soft purring, her gaze flickering on Redrose. Prehaps acknowledging him for the first time he had returned. Her voice became quieter as the small girl beat the strong girl she was trying to be,"Would you like to go out with me?"

The question hung heavy in the air. It was a simple yes/no question and in her opnion he was taking far too long to answer it. "Its ok if you say No Snow we can still be friends if you want"She purred feeling she needed to add those last few words, to maybe take the pressure off her blonde headed angel. To give him the option to decline, although her hopes rested on him saying yes.

[Asphyxia]

It was true; where there was a yin, there was, and would always, be a yang. The only time the mirroring brothers were separated where when they had different classes assigned to each other although they normally took about the same classes. Despite the fact that people always told them that they had to be strayed at some point in time, the twins never were and they always managed to never be. The fact that they were protective of one another, helped one another and did everything together was proof enough that these could never be separated. Their teenage and childish phases had never gone through their growth process; the normal spat between sibling never existed -- they were always in agreement with each other, naturally picking both what they liked which coincided in the same thing. Neither got annoyed, vexed or irritated and they didn't plan to start now. Their mother had raised them in that certain way specifically for their past and their greeting curse granted by their ancestors which entailed the stories hidden behind the walls of the schools. No one accurately knew what happened except those immortals that spared enough life to be witness of those certain events happened a millennium ago or more. Those same genes were encoded in their prophetic future, in their happening and based their entire livings off of those tell tale histories. Granted the fact that one twin betrayed the other, it was hard for a scared mother to know that at any given time, the wrong thing could eternally mold them into a worse than the one already occurred ages ago. But it was like this that they had to stay even if they were carved into something wrong and similar to their ancestors -- bound together, unable to be away from each other, unable to withhold a distant distance from their intervals.

As both approached, both reacted in unison to her greetings, although the set off of both smiles held different emotions: one obviously was more heart felt, deep and with want; the other was along the lines of politeness, naive, intimidated, embarrassed, a colorful symphony of emotions meshing all into one picture. The more naive child's attention was stolen by the fact that his named was mentioned. Although still a bit too nervous to answer and to shy to keep his glance into a mirroring gawk, it was brief enough to get a good luck at the girl who had a crush on him, which they never exchanged words. She had the stereotypical qualities of a Cromwell woman, complimented by the hard, lining planes that gave her a further intimidating with a hint of a seducing look, causing the twin to take an involuntary step back. As the step made its way behind his left leg, his forearm was caught and his frame was slowly hoisted an inch forward. The abysmal ebonies fell on his brother Redrose, this was his way of saying, "Stay put, it's alright." And although the words were a normal, soothing comfort to the boy's easily disturbed nerves, the situation was that in the presence of a woman he couldn't possible share mutual feelings for didn't make the situation less awkward for him, or more better. "Good. Yourself?"
Red paid close attention to his surroundings, the skin around his eyeballs tightening around the glassy orb a little bit more than his casual stare. The signs of her to-life emotions displayed beautifully in the cat like expressions and normal feline antics that depicted jubilee. His eyes darted back from his skewed head to the person the interchangeable conversation was happening with and found himself staring at the lighter complex of his copy sculpting into something reassembling thought and embarrassment.
"I did." The whispered, high tenor responding, a light smile trying to pull at the corner of his lips.
The darker twin's concentration focused on the cat hybrid once again. Her expressions suddenly became shy and flirty, matching with the bewitching tones women often used when they liked something or rather someone. Perhaps something more along interest, but interest was turned into something stronger, something actual feeling more than just a want, a desire, a lust. The familiar drill of hair twirl, shrugging and leg lifting signaled that this was further than Red wanted and mushier than he expected. All the worry that wrote in sharp signals into his mind had been Snowrose's reaction. Was what he say and make of this upcoming question?
"Yes?" The fair hair child lifted his head to look up at the feline woman, a small tilt accentuating his facial features along with the sweep of his hair downward across the contours of his countenance.
"What." It was an airy, puffed out tone of disbelief released by the twin that wasn't expected to actually answer, the fallen angel. A small fluster began to cover his cheeks, casting downward his small little black lashes before the spiraled in different directions, befuddled in place and stifled in stance. Red knew that his mirroring brother's tone wasn't heard for the certain reason that he couldn't speak, he couldn't answer and the blow had been far way too quick for his expanse. But Red's voice wasn't hurt again, dubious of the fact of how it would sound.
"I mean," the voice sounded anyway, the glance regaining his composure. "He's not ready to actually go that further step. He wants to get to know you first."

[Dara]

Dara bit her lip. Snowrose's reaction to her simple request didnt need words, didnt need Redrose to explain it, even if it was peppered with sweet hope. The neko could feel every droop, from her soft velvet ears ,her shoulder's, her tail.The only sweet grace , was the now near empty hallways.Most of the students had reached the next class by now so none would be around to see her so crestfallen.

"Red dont lie"She hissed her would be anger hiding the embrassement and tears underneath as each one of her butterflies died. "Snow isnt going to date me, not after a hundred letters.I thought you ,at least, would be honest with me" Dara's tail began to swish as if to join in with her facade .To proove once and foreall that its owner was angry and not sad inside.

A brief thought went to her next lesson. Potions It was skippable and it didnt take her more than five minutes to decide she wasnt going. Tears stung at the back of her eyes as once more Red would take the blunt of her Anger.Deep Down she knew Redrose didnt deserve to be yelled out, It should have been Snowrose. She knew too if she did yell at Snowrose , he was too soft and shy to handle it whereas Redrose could easily handle both,

" He is never going to say yes is he! The only thing I know of him is the letters, they tell me hes sweet and kind...."Dara bit her lip. She had almost made the mistake of confessing that she loved the paler twin. Those three words meant nothing now.There would be no more letters , she was done. Heartsore, she wouldnt have the courage to try this in a hurry.This she decided would be her defeating moments. Sometimes you just had to know when to let go

"Snowrose Im sorry I wasted your time" Her arms crossed themselves defensively. "Now shouldnt you guys be moving you're going to be late for your next class and I know Snow hates being late for classes Red" Her last few sentances were dripping with Ice, She wanted them to go and leave her with her pain but Dara wasnt going to be the one to leave first. No way that to her would seem like a retreat and she never retreated from anything in her life.

[Asphyxia]

Snowrose couldn't listen to this. His naive, sweet heart couldn't contain any yelling, it broke him apart and crumbled his words. Before Dara could continue with her ranting spat, Snow took off into a sprint towards his next class. He couldn't stand being chastised, and Red had already yelled into his mind to leave, that he shouldn't stand around and take the trepidations of a woman that wasn't intended for him in the first place, he hadn't spoken a word to her to cause her such a grief. And he was usually obedient of his twin's orders, especially in the kind of stern tone withholding a layered voice of power -- the alpha of the two. As Red's ebony eyes followed along his mirroring brother's trail, his eyes reverted back to an angry kitten. His first thoughts were that something about girls trying to rage about like a lion made them look extremely ravishing. Red, somewhere along his journey as a fallen angel, had learned that women were strange creatures and the more you respected them, the more your earned their hearts. If you listened instead of talking, it got you perks with them. Although the darker angel didn't want to win her over completely yet, he knew her seething anger was directed at her, he would endure her scathing assails.
Waiting for her to let it all out before she imploded, his arms crossed casually over his chest after his weight shifted into his left hip, left foot tapping a little impatiently into the linoleum. When her words had ceased speaking and the hesitant figure still lingered near him, the now scuffing shoe stopped its annoyance. "Done yet? Very well." Taking a few paces toward her, his arms fell idly to his sides before his facial features kept a bored expression. "First of all," he kept walking towards her in hopes of pinning her against the wall. "Let me tell you," his arms outstretched when she was well pinned against the wall, either arm at either side of her curvaceous, feline outline. "I was completely honest with you and that's no way to talk to my brother. If you have to yell, pull me aside and yell at me. You really will give that boy a heart attack." The emphasis on both "me" was made known through a hissing undertone. The ebonies focused completely into her own golden eyes, boring with a longing but coaxed over with a coat of glaring anger, the sparked insanity inside of him. Protectiveness over his brother caused his little assault against her. It was his own form of venting when it wasn't talking to his twin. "Second of all, have a little ray of hope. That boy is doing good already in writing you back. He's kept always in a protective shell because of his shy nature, don't try to turn him into something he's not." As much as Redrose wanted to mirror her yell, he was polite with women with no extent and restrictions. Instead of yelling, he emphasized the words more through clenched teeth, not letting them go unheard but with a mumbling stumble. Still made clear, however. "Third of all," his eyes kept their depth stare with hers in level. About to comment on how could she ever come to like someone that was the complete opposite of her and that could never be, the cold sting of loneliness struck over him. His features suddenly blanked over with a minor horror, his eyes widening before his jaw slackened. It dawned on him, the woman that he had a crush on, that he wanted to charm over and persuade into his arms loved his brother. LOVED. Love wasn't just a four letter word to him, and although he wasn't a hopeless romantic, he believed strongly in love... and she loved him. His arms dropped from pinning her to the wall before he inched backward from her and began to shake his head a little. "I'll see you after class." There was no excuse or explanation for his sudden backing away. After springing into a run, the words clearly whispered an exasperated, "Maybe."

[Dara]

Snowrose's hasty departure hardly registered with the Neko. The sight and sound of the boy fleeing the scene was watched by her, but what was pulling all her attention was the one left behind. The simmering anger that flickered in his eyes that seemed to mirror the hurt in her own She nodded quietly to each of his questions. With each step of his forward she attempted to retreat a step, finding herself backed up against a wall.
Desari visibly flinched, not at the angel's harsh words but at the small fact, his hands pressed against her, forcing her to listen to him and trapping her. In truth it scared her, that and the angry words that came from him., that stung in her ears, each one was worse than the one before,

Snowrose is a big boy he needs to stick up for himself you cant always do it for him The retort for the first complaint stayed quietly in her head. It was illogical and did go against everything that made up the paler boy. It was pure anger, upset that birthed that thought. That and she didn't want to anger Redrose. Who knew what he was capable of if he was mad enough. Being his captive she wasn't prepared to take the chance.
Hope, he spoke of that yet she couldn't believe him.If she was loved on paper why couldn't he reciprocate it of the paper and into words and actions. "All he had to do is say yes Red... I wasn't asking for holding hands or the rest of ..." Her voice had been quiet to begin with ,not strong enough to finish. Redrose's look of horror destroyed any thought of retaliation.

Suddenly her arms were free. It took a minute to realize the fact. was he to be the one to retreat after all . Running away with a promise to maybe see her later. The quiet silence of the now empty hallway seem to deafen her , consume her. She needed to get outside to think and breathe, despite the fact it was Sunny out.Desari was the only Neko she knew that didn't like to sit out in the sun.

.[ Maybe I wont want to be found Red/ Her thoughts whispered to themselves as she left the school building. Her next classes forgotten as she climbed a tall oak tree . Thankfully of her feline agility that lead her to the perfect spot , just to think and calm down.As far as she could tel it was to high or to low, and she hoped she wouldn't be easily spotted.
Hopefully neither Crisswell twin would think to look up here for her either,( despite it being known as a favourite spot of hers). But then she guessed neither one, would want to seek out her company not after the episode in the hallway Which just added to the despair festering in her heart.

Over the space of the next lesson or so , now she was safe from prying eyes.Tears were allowed to fall as she sat with her back to the trunk. Her arms around her waist. She heaped teary curses on herself for being so foolish, Love was for the foolhardy , it lead only to heart sore and pain. She cursed her cousin Eros, it had to be him and his stupid love arrows that had brought this trouble on her head.
Snowrose was afraid of her,She scared him. Which soured any love he might have held for her, if any at all and Redrose... she was sure he was appalled by her. The horror on his face before was sure fact of that. It had to be ... after all she had hurt the one thing that he treasured deeply. Snowrose

Had this foolish thing called Love lost her , her two best friends and where did she go from here? Those were the dominant thoughts as somewhere the school bell announced it was lunchtime for its students and staff alike.

The little neko made no effort to move from her spot, and didn't plan to , not until she had gained a plan of action as right now, probably for the first time ever she didn't have a clue on where she was going or how she was getting there.

[Asphyxia]

Hastily sauntering through the halls, the hollow clicks and clacks his shoes recumbent in the expanse of the linoleum floor and creating a vibrating, intimidating drum against the silvery creates of the lockers door against their metal hinges. The sound was enough to be heard by the ears of Snowrose who hadn't gotten to class just yet; the poor twin had to make a quick stop in the bathroom to gather his serene composure from profound places inside of him that couldn't surface in the scary eyes of the public. It had to be in the privacy and confinements of the bathroom stalls. His frame had turned around to stare at his seething brother, but there was something wrong about his facial expressions. Something about the formation of his eyebrows and the pull of his lips, the lack of his outstanding bone structure that wasn't there nor shadowed. The eyes were cast downward like his usually were but not in shy hide but in a depressed dismay. Something impacted him, made him come down from a harsh shallow reality, and the downfall was hard. His eyes held a blank stare, there was no depth to them, no story to tell. Snowrose, however, couldn't puzzle the pieces together of what was troubling his brother, but an instinct inside of him created a churn similar to the agitated strung of butterflies inside the pits of his stomach. Snow had the feeling that if he were to know, more problems would be caused today. But Red was his brother and his closest confident. The churning slowly effervesced into a cold slosh and rumbled upward through his body before exerting a cold vibration under his skin. "What happened?" The ebonies shifted and followed as the mirroring twin stopped in his tracks. About to speak, he took his hand to his chest and stumbled into the locker, his other hand slamming into the door of the locker next to the first, heaving and taking exaggerated gusts of winds. "Red?" Snow's light tenor asked softly, his head tilting and peaking to the side before his feet dragged him forward toward yang.
"I'm fine." There it was, the usual tone. The tone that was coaxed with finer, sweeter embraces to hide the underlying pain and hurt stabbing through his emotions. Snow knew exactly--well, had an idea--what was going on. He, however, hadn't noticed or hadn't puzzled that his mirroring twin was in love. Snow wasn't aware of the gravity of the situation, and his naive heart wouldn't allow him to puzzle such an idea together. Unfortunately, Red had to make him realize most things in life because the gullible little boy didn't know about the world enough to bring up such ideas.
"Dara." Snow whispered, his hand reaching to compose his brother and help him straighten out before fixing some of the locks of his hair and patting his cheek to get out of his dizzy state. "Class."
Taking a breather, Red composed himself once again and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Let's go, Snow." Red placed his arm around Snow and walked toward the classroom for his next class...

* * *

Class had now ended and it was time for lunch. Red's eyes swept around the hallway, scanning to see if there was any sign of Dara, and if he had enough time to hide. He had planned around his strategy, even planning around decoys to see if one wouldn't work. Snow had kept his look at his brother, watching how Red's hysterical look had centered everywhere except where he was going, causing him to bump into people and making him guide him along the hallway so he wouldn't be so clumsy. His arm suddenly grabbed his brother that seemed he was heading for a marble pyre. "Red..."
"I'm fine, Snow, for the last time. I swear. Let's just go have lunch in peace." A small little growl escaped before speaking the statement, his eyes dodging the stare of his twin.
"Wall." Snow pointed over where he was going to bump into, and shied away from him a little.
With a little sigh, Red shook his head, keeping up next to Snowrose now. "Thanks."
With a simple nod, Snow cast his look downward again, his hands over the strap of his messenger backpack.
"I'm sorry, Snow--"
"It's fine." Snow mumbled lowly before his eyes scanned around the windows, catching a glimpse of something swishin, his eyebrows furrowing. "Red, what's that?" It was the perfect excuse to distract him from women.
The fallen angel turned his head to focus out of the window and looked over to the tree. Since his eyes didn't catch the same quick little agitated glimpse, he shrugged, grunting a little. "It's probably your imagination. Stop worrying over me, brother."
Snow's eyelids lowered down halfway through his eyeballs before his shook his head. "I'll be back." With that, the angel yin dodged around the crowd of bustling students, giggling girls, scary cliques and into the outside grounds before encountering the tree he had been watching while walking in the hallway toward the Great Hall. His eyes searched up the tree trunk and looked at the slightly scratched bark before losing his eyes in the obscurity of the bristling leaves. "I know you're th-there..." even though a little bit nervous, his voice forced itself to get louder from his soothing, soft, a notch higher tenor. "Dara. Come out... please." Pleading was his last resort. Red had looked terrible and trying to dodge something, and his twin was one of his priorities.

[Dara]

It was lunchtime and yet the feline wasn't hungry. She wanted to be left alone.To be ignored by the student body, and more importantly them. A long sigh let loose from her lips as her silence was disturbed. She knew instantly it was a Crisswell Twin, the higher nervous tone identified him as the delicate Snowrose. For all three minutes she thought against answering him. As she waited she listened for signs of Redrose. Finfing it strange for yin to be missing it Yang tugged on her curiosties. After all it had to be important if Snow was here alone.

Jumping lightly from the tree, Desari landed delicately on her feet. That was another plus to being a cat. Standing up she studied Snowrose . Once more her mind searched for Redrose. The boy being nowhere to be found. "What's up Snow?"She purred lightly. Desari would act normal even if it killed her, just so not to scare or spook the soft Angel. It was with that same resolve to protect him would she deny everything and anything. "Did you lose Red somewhere?" She asked the simple question knowing its content should be safe.. Shouldnt it?

[Asphyxia]

Snow's eyes dodged immediately away to somewhere else where he wouldn't see a girl jumping from a tree. The naive hearted boy's mind couldn't possibly let him get the idea that looking was impolite, and he waited until his ear's caught the light thumping noise of her lithe frame falling on the silky grass before he turned back to face her. The gentle vibrations of her naturally purred words got him on a nervous choke, his fingers fidgeting with each other before trailing up and down the time neatly tucked inside his tux, the thumb sliding underneath the soft polyester before giving a small tug, letting his hand slim over the rest of the fabric. "No." The soft whisper came across oddly clear, his ebony eyes cast downward once again, searching the ground for some reassuring comfort. It had been the opposite; Rose had lost him. "I was wondering..." the boy took small little paces, debating whether he should get closer to the tree, closer to Desari, or away from her presence and crushing beauty. The pacing took him a little away from the cat hybrid but sidestepping closer to the tree, finding a zero of comfort inside the callous bark. "Um... did you talk to Red? I mean, what happened to him?" Although Snow was finding a way to actually communicate what he was really trying to say and being naturally quiet and not communicating much between the public and his isolation. "What happened to him? He doesn't want to talk..." his words were abruptly ended. The angel couldn't honestly continue on, these words were already too much for him to speak and his shy nature only shied him away from her even more. His effort had been only communicating with her already, and it was a miracle he had mustered up the courage to talk to the girl he was so afraid of. She was still kept in a treasured part of his emotions and heart, but he mostly fret her presence.

[Dara]

Desari watched those around Snowrose. The boy was nervous and for the moment she was his only protection from the crowds. Yet she was as much as a perceived threat to the boy as any that fluttered around him. Something that would probably never sadly change.

Listening to his quiet nervous tones, one thing she marveled at was the musical tones of his voice. Most of his nervous chatter she filtered out. At first Red rose was the one boy that she didn't need to talk about. him.

Wait did he say what she thought she heard. Redrose was broke, Redrose wouldn't talk to Snow of all people! Cursing Eros once more. If she ever met him , she would strangle him with his own heart shaped arrows. It was his fault the three of them were in this mess. "Where is he Snow?"She asked crossing the two spaces between them. Desari instantly hated herself for her next move. But she had to upset Snow to bring Redrose out of hiding.

Any delay and she'd of found another way but this was the most quickest way of all. Grabbing the small gloved hand she began to march off down to wards the hallway " I'm sorry Snow but its time Redrose and I have that second talk" She had stopped at the doorway to attempted to reassure the now frightened Angel " Once we find him ill let you go okay?" Not waiting for an answer she opened the door with a free hand and began marching down the Hallways searching for Red rose

"Red rose there you are" It had taken some effort to find the darker angel. Longer than she had expected. Snowrose had been her captive for long enough as it is. "I think you and I need to talk and Im not letting go of poor Snow here" Pausing in her Command she raised the hand that held poor Snowrose. Her voice was that of an order. She was giving Redrose little choice in the matter" until you agree to that and not go running off okay." She hiss aggravated by the fact it was having to come to this to fix what she'd broke only this Morning. And if it Meant both parties hating her so be it.