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Bad Boy Bad Boy What Did You Just Do...?; Sven and Rowan Talk Which Gets Interesting
Topic Started: Nov 3 2013, 02:13 AM (179 Views)
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(( Takes place after this canon drabble. Sven is helping Rowan take some boxes into his room. ))

Sven: So... where am I putting this shit?

Rowan: Just by the desk... I'll figure out what to do with them later. [/He sets his own box down on the floor by the door, awkwardly pausing every so often] You... really didn't have to help you know. But thanks.

Sven: *shrugs* Just knew how much it sucked when I had to do it myself... and I was in SIN then too. *He sets them down by the desk and rolls his shoulders back as he stands upright again.* You sure you don't want to go through what you want to keep and throw out?

Rowan: I suppose. [/He doesn't know what to do here exactly] [/He felt angry, but he didn't want to show that, not to Sven] The day's been wasted away as it is, the faster I get that out of the way, the better.

Sven: So what happened? *might as well be straight to the point* You have a fight with them or something?

Rowan: ...no, nothing like that. We don't 'fight'. [/Anyone else, any other time, he might get snippy on how the other person is being 'nosy' but...] [/He can't help himself for some reason] They just wanted my things out of the attic. Maybe to make way the new babies things, when they get stored. [/He sits on the sofa and opens the box, taking out book with aged yellow pages] [/A world record book? Strange... might of been a Christmas gift.]


Sven: Ah... so that's it. *He sits down on the desk chair and reaches into his pocket for his pipe.**He doesn't light it, just holds it.* Nothing you really did, all right? Some parents just... are like that.

Rowan: I know that! [/He didn't mean to snap, he didn't] ...I... mean I know that. It's just irritating. They called me away from my work, and I spent an hour digging through that filthy attic for my things.

Sven: *He doesn't even flinch when Rowan snaps at him.* You could've just asked me to go and get them for you. Sure, I don't know what you owned as a kid, but it probably wouldn't take much to tell.

Rowan: I couldn't trouble you for something like that... Besides, I didn't think it'd take as long as it did. [/He shuffles awkwardly, feeling very... out of his element here] It would of been better just leaving the boxes where they were, but... I don't know. I apologize if this is making you uncomfortable, I try not to say much of my personal troubles.

Sven: Not like I haven't been there. Might not be the exact same shit, but it still fucking has a bad smell to it. *sighs* But why keep all your stuff there for them to forget about? This means you can forget about them.

Rowan: ...You've been through something similar? [/He runs his fingers through the items in the box- books, puzzles, a few small plastic figurines... He remembers now. He preferred plastic over fluff.] [/Less mess] They already long forgotten about them. So did I before I was called over... I suppose I didn't want to leave with nothing. [/He shakes his head] ...But you're right. I don't have any reason to see them again, now do I?

Sven: No, you don't. I haven't seen my mother since I got kicked out. Sure, my mom had a good reason for making me leave, but there was a lot of shit before that too. *He forgets where he's at and lights his pipe.* I don't miss her, at all.

Rowan: ...Your mother sounds like a ignorant woman for kicking someone like you out. [/He shuts the cardboard lid and sets the box back down] I have a low option of many people... you're not among those.

Sven: ...heh, not often that I hear that. As for Mom, *He just shrugs again.* she's happy with Gisli, and I've got Kitty to do whatever Mom didn't. It worked out. *He ruffles Rowan's hair.* This isn't about me, though.

Rowan: [/He straightens his hair, almost making a quip of how he isn't some pup] Mrs. Najmah is certainly a hospitable woman.

Sven: Only as long as you don't make a fool of yourself... and by 'yourself,' I mean her. *He looks more than a little uncomfortable talking about it.* Even with her, there's still a line. There always is.

Rowan: I already had my fill on that regard... besides. They both will have their hands too full soon, so there's no sense in it. I have better things to focus on... [/He trails off and looks at Sven again, brushing the hair out of his eyes again] ... besides that... How are your studies? Have you adjusted well?

Sven: Yeah. Najmah keeps telling me I need to get out more, but that's just because it's what he does. *smirks* Not that I've got to explain myself to you, Mr. Shut-In.

Rowan: It's different- your occupation, or really, desired occupation will require you to socialize. Mine doesn't.

Sven: I guess that's true... but really, all I want is the Tartarus. I can't have it until the old lizard's dead, and I'm hoping that's for a while yet. I've got to do something in the meantime.

Rowan: The Tartarus... well it might not take as long as you might think. After that break out, many reputations were tarnished, and peoples faith is wavering.

Sven: ...I know, but... well, I'll put it this way. Upsilion only lets what he wants to fucking happen, happen. He had his reasons, and I don't plan on questioning them.

Rowan: You're very loyal aren't you? To the system I mean. It seems that almost everyone in SIN is taken by the idea of anarchy, that seeing someone following rules has became refreshing.

Sven: Yeah, and it takes a damn punk to feel that way. *There's a hint of a smile to make sure that he doesn't mind being called that.* There are some rules I won't follow, and some fucking things probably should change. Still, I'm not going to figure that out. I'll leave that to Najmah and whoever else wants to do

Rowan: I do know Mr. Svarc has certain ambitions. But he and Najmah don't see eye to eye very well.

Sven: Yeah, and even if I don't know what they are, he can shove those ambitions up his ass. *There's a bit of a growl to his voice.* He's not in it for us; he's in it for him.

Rowan: [/He's stunned into silence for a second, but just for a second before a small laugh] Yes, you do have a point. Not many have the courage to say that sort of thing nowadays.

Sven: *He's not sure he's ever heard Rowan laugh before, but he doesn't comment on it.* It's not like I don't know how little he thinks about me. I'm not out to get him, just don't like him.

Rowan: That's wise. It's good to keep your distance from people like that. If he already thinks little of you, the last thing you should do is give him a reason. [/He pauses for a moment, thoughtfully] ...I don't doubt for a moment that he has a cruel side, as much as he'd justify himself.

Sven: Most people do... and if they don't, they're really fucking special. *thinking of Vance more than anyone* Cruel isn't the worst thing you could, though.

Rowan: Oh? Then what is?

Sven: ...worst thing is not knowing that you're cruel. At least if you know, you can stop yourself. Right?

Rowan: That's rather insightful Sven. [/He paused for a moment again] Are you still thinking of Mr. Svarc's character or did something happen recently?

Sven: Nothing new, but no, I wasn't really thinking of just him.

Rowan: Then what were you thinking about? [/Curious]

Sven: You, me... someone else too, but I'd rather not talk about that. Still sorting it out.

Rowan: Of course... I didn't mean to pry. [/Ah] Where are my manners... Did you want anything to drink, Sven? I never offered after you helped me.

Sven: *He shakes his head.* I'm fine. You don't have to worry about shit like that if it's me. *Not that he's ever seen Rowan play the part of a host before.* Just thought it was a lot for one person to carry... and ah, no offense, but you don't look like the heavy lifting type.

Rowan: [/He turned a bit red for a moment again] I... certainly could of managed... [/Not that Sven was wrong of course]

Sven: Heh. *Totally noticed that change in color there.* Don't worry, I don't mind being used for muscle.

Rowan: Oh do you now? [/He humans a bit in thought] It's no surprise why you seem so popular still among the female students here. You left quite the 'gentleman' reputation.

Sven: *That gets a chuckle out of him, a very deep one in his chest.* I'm not a gentleman, and you damn well know it. *snide* Funny that you'd pay attention to those rumors, though... isn't it, Quickbane?

Rowan: [/Huffs] I don't. It's just that your name comes up every so often, it's difficult not to pay attention. Besides, I know you do have that 'bad boy' persona [/He even does air quotes at this] but we both know you're anything but bad, your choice in hair dyes and piecing asides.

Sven: ..... *All right, he's not serious-serious... so it should be okay. Honestly, if she was there, it might have even gotten a giggle out of Ellie to see him mess with such a stiff-collared boy.* ...you so sure, Quickbane? *With Rowan still on the couch, he leans over the other young man and puts one hand on the wall behind him.**His eyes are on Rowan's, their gaze as intense and penetrating as ever.* Because I sure as hell don't think I'm exactly good either.

Rowan: [/He jerks back, not expecting Sven to do... whatever he's doing] [/He's obviously tensed up, cheeks red despite his expression remaining stiffly neutral] Sven... What are you doing? [/His tone is warning]

Sven: *He pulls back, not looking concerned in the least.* Nothing that you don't want me to. *Not that he's trying to imply that Rowan wanted anything either, but that tone was enough for him to back off.*

Rowan: [/This perhaps surprised him even more] [/He can't even speak for a moment- disappointed? Relieved? What was that?!] [/He huffs again, and pulls at his his hair, tucking a lock behind his ear] Honestly, sometimes you act just so strange.

Sven: All I did was show you my true nature. *Still smirking, he sits down next to Rowan... really close although not touching.* Not my fault you're so guarded that it's fucking cute.

Rowan: [/The room is obviously just too warm, he's not blushing, he's just not] Excuse you, but I'm not cute. [/Flustered] And I'm not weak either.

Sven: *He makes a slight face, like a dog that's confused.* I didn't say you were weak. You've got a lot of brains, and that's worth more than muscle around here. As for being cute, you are too. It's a damn compliment, take it.

Rowan: ....fine. [/He's not pouting, He's not]
Edited by sugarapplesweet, Dec 3 2013, 07:34 PM.
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