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Baz POV
Being half-way through the school year is a difficult time for me. The beginning always brings new thought of Simon, and a growing anticipation to see him; while the end of the year relieves me of the constant duty of marveling at him. But the middle? The middle of the year fills me with dread and astonishment alike. Sometimes it's too much to handle. Being beside him always leaves me conflicted.
I used to find joy in this solemn time by riling him up like a wind up toy, constantly insulting and poking at him till he went off. But the days of playing the evil Pitch heir are behind me.
Now that I've pretty much given up seriously antagonizing him, the middle of the year leaves me.. yearning and moping.
Frankly, it's pathetic and I know it, but it seems like I just can't help myself.
Recently I've been trying to get over whatever lech I have for ... he who should not be named right now.
I have more important things to focus on now. Daphne says it's a time to celebrate. My 18th birthday is just one sleep away. But I find I still can't focus on anything other than boring blue eyes that should not be as captivating, and dull sandy hair that I shouldn't be dreaming of running my fingers thought.
Like every self respecting mage knows, on their 18th birthday - one gets their soul mark.
my mother first told me the story when I was a young boy. One day hundreds of years ago, a powerful mage looking for the love of her life after tireless affairs, had cast a full-blown sonnet in the name of true love. It's said that her desire was so deep and so strong that her voice was heard all over the world of mages.
Naturally, she was a pitch.
Really, its astonishing and powerful love magic. Magic that I normally would be swooning over. This kind of magic always interested me in a way the usual magic didn't. But even on the night before I learn the name of the man (person.... oh lord, please don't be a woman) I'm supposed to fall in love with and live happily ever after with, my brain thinks of Snow.
I can't help but sneer a bit at the thought.
If Snow where here to see me he'd say something stupid about my face. He always points it out when I sneer or leer at him. Says he hopes my face stays like that.
He spelled it so one day. Just said the words and it was true. It would have been incredibly hot, if not for the fact that it was directed at me. It was meant to be a small joke, but his magic fucked it up, per usual.
I was stuck with a sneer on my face permanently, it took a week for the nurse to find a cure.
Snow had a grand old time with that one, but it's not like anyone other than Niall noticed. Not even the teachers. I'm still not sure whether I should be offended or not.
of course I needed to retaliate.
Afterwards I spelled his socks so they felt wet whenever he left our room. It was hilarious to watch his face scrunch up in the cute way he does, step around a bit before storming back in to change them. I had him going for two or three rounds, but eventually he had me against the wall demanding I tell him how to fix it.
Now I've gone and ranted about Snow again, Merlin Morgan and Methuselah, get a grip.
Back on topic - other man, person, maybe woman but hopefully not- soulmate. There is someone out there for me who will love me: even though I'm a Pitch, even though I'm a dark creature, even though I'm hopelessly in love with someone else.
I will find happiness..... don't I deserve that? Just a little bit? I may be undead but my heart seems to have missed the message.
I wouldn't even play with the thought of Simon being my soulmate. Just the idea sends my heart soaring, but I know these wings will burn if I let this silly dream fly too high, so I crush it before leaves the ground. Snow is with Wellbelove..... oh, and he's hopelessly straight, can't forget that.
Not that he's ever said it, but I doubt he has the brain capacity to understand the nuance of sex and gender.
Snow's probably never had to think critically of himself,never had to worry about who he is or what he wants in life, he doesn't need to. What man or woman could ever look at Snow, hot and as bright as the sun, and think that he needs self reflection. Nobody, because he's bloody perfect already.
Merlin-stop, soulmate.
Simon decides it's time to make his appearance in our room, because he does everything on 'be as annoying to Baz as humanly possible' o'clock.
I don't spare him a glance, and he doesn't look my way either. If I'm luck he'll think I'm asleep and leave his insistent nagging about plots to another day.
Simon's POV
By the time I make it back up to the dorms, Baz is asleep, which is suspicious considering he never falls asleep this early.
I know his schedule like the back of my hand. Its Thursday, his 'unconfirmed' Day of vampire-ish rat draining and moping in the catacombs. He's always stays out till at least 2 am the morning.
He must be up to something.
Is he resting so early because he will be fighting The Mage tomorrow? Is he going to challenge me? Or is he sleeping early because he knows I know his schedule, and he just wants me to be anxious that he's up to something, so that while I'm worried about his plotting..... he can plot something else...
Nothing gets by me Baz, good try though. Gonna need to be a lot quicker than that.
With this reassurance, I go over to my desk and put my stuff down, just my bag and my laptop. All the while keeping my eye on him. Just in case.
You know if he wasn't such an evil tosser, I might think that he looks kinda ok while he's sleeping. All of the normal stress and underlying something that I see on his face normally is gone. It's strange, I never get the chance to just look at him like this. I'm usually the one who falls asleep first.
He spends so much time outside at night, where I can't see him. We aren't supposed to be outside at night, so he nearly gives me a heart attack whenever he's out too late. I mean.. what if he's out there plotting my death? Can he get away with spelling me dead if he's not in the room?
I just don't like to think of him out in the Wavering woods all alone, even if he is the most dangerous thing out there.
I take the chance to sneak looks at him whenever I can while I get ready for bed. When I slide off my shoes, I also slide my eyes over too him. When I walk to my closet to get my pajamas, I look at what I can see of him though the mirror on the door.
Eventually I'm forced to get changed in the bathroom. We never change in front of each other. Asleep or not. For some reason the though of seeing Baz without his shirt makes me feel weird, he has a footballers body. Makes me jealous I guess. I slip into the bathroom to get changed and I look back at him one more time while I still have the chance. From this angle I can see his face.
I guess I can kinda see why Agatha would be into him.
Baz's POV
Waking up in the morning was a pleasant surprise. Looking over I can see that Snow is no longer in the room. He probably left early so he can be the first person to stuff his face in the dining hall.
I'm surprised he isn't pestering me about today. I though out of anyone, he'd be the most excited for today. He used to talk about it all the time
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" I can't wait for seventh year!" Simon shouts at me through the stair well leading to mummers 4th floor.
"At the very least, when your wrist remains empty on your birthday, we'll all know what you really are!" his shrill voice, still a prepubescent fifth year, shakes me while it enters my ears. I'm still getting used to vampire hearing.
I finally burst, I turn around quickly and stare down at him, already taller but happy to have the extra couple steps. " What Snow, SAY IT!"
His face is red, he has never been this angry. Maybe I shouldn't have flirted with Wellbelove at lunch today, but just seeing the two of them makes me sick to my stomach.
His nose scrunches up, and he looks like there's a bad taste in his mouth, just trying to say the words makes him sick.
" A demon! A blood sucking thing that needs to feed off the living just to survive!"
I know its true, but it still hurts to hear it, hurts to hear him say it.
He gets up closer to me, like he's not afraid, like I'm not thirsting after what's coursing through his veins.
He grabs my shirt and fist it up in his hand, trying to be intimidating. I could snap him like a twig and he needs to know that. I grab the hand that holding me, and I put some force into it. It's much more than his human body can handle, and he lets out a shout of agony.
He drops on the stairs when I let go. I really wasn't holding that hard, but human bodies are just so frail, I'm not used to it anymore.
The thought alone make me break, there are tears welling in my eyes- I know it. I need to leave now before Snow can see them.
When I turn around he lets me know exactly what he thinks of me,
" you're disgusting, and a monster- stay away from my friends!"
I rush up to the room without stopping, he tries to follow me in again -little masochist- but as soon as I'm behind the door, I have it shut and I hold it closed. I can't let him in, the tears are already sliding down my face and I can't control them any more.
He's banging on the door so loud, but I won't listen.
How could he say that, isn't he supposed to be the good one? the hero?
But I guess its wrong for the monster to hope the knight in shinning armor would save him too.
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It isn't a pleasant memory, but I have to live with it. Besides, we aren't like that anymore. we were both just sad and angry kids, starved of love and taking it out on each other. I knows this...
But it's still painful to think about.
For some god forsaken reason I fell in love with the boy. Maybe it was because of the way Simon treated everyone other than me, kind and selfless- with a dashing smile. Even as kids, when Simon's clothes never fit him right and his teeth were crooked, he had way about him that seemed irresistible to me.
Merlin, I'm just a pathetic sap aren't I?
It's my 18th birthday for Morgan-sakes, I need to focus on one thing at a time.
There's no rush, so I might as well take my time getting ready. No need to let everyone know from just looking at me that I'm a mess.
Walking into the bathroom, I begin to get undressed and think about my day. After my shower I'll finish up and head down to the dinning hall, I'm sure Dev and Niall will have something waiting for my-
Like I've been zapped by lightning I stop, finally remembering why this day was so important in the first place. Slowly I look down at my arm, left of course.
I would never say that my life was easy. There are many things about my life and myself that I wish I could change; I'm a vampire, i'm the sole pitch heir, and I'm hopelessly in love with an idiot. However, growing up I believed that I got the shitty end of the stick for a reason. Because whatever God existed up above was saving something truly special for me. Now I know. This is it, it must be.
There are tears in my eyes, falling like a spring shower or a baptism, as I read them- the words on my wrist- so beautiful I can't believe it-
Simon Snow.