Overlooked (Closed)

Aryan continued yapping about stuff Sire cared nothing about. He picked up his lit up phone, the grey case flashing slightly in the dim lighting.
He glanced up from Tiki back to his phone, beginning to type back.
“think his real name’s Karson? Idk. The guy with the fire powers in the class below us. Simon’s older brother”
Sire paused after sending, still staring at his phone. He took a moment before continuing to type in a separate message:
“how are things with you?”
Sire waited to send it, hovering his thumb over the button. As Aryan concluded whatever he had been saying, his attention turned back to Sire. The boy quickly hit send, clicking the phone off once again and slipping it beside him.
“Ey, Sire,” Tiki began, standing by the door. “We’re going out to scope the training spot this year. You coming?”
Sire blinked. He wasn’t normally included in things, but the perfect combat by Tiki’s friendly demeanor seemed to break him. Or all the social practice with CC.
“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second,” Sire replied, glancing to his phone.
Aryan gave a firm pat to Sire’s back, following the rest of the boys out the door.
Sire kicked back, happy to be alone for once. He held up his phone in his hand, looking at the dark screen.

Sire had to resist the urge to smile when he saw her text. Not only the heart, but the fact that Seo Hyeon would think the other girls as “scary” seemed an awful lot like her. And he didn’t mind that one bit.
He remembered he was in the room alone, and took a deep breath. As he exhaled, he let himself smile. No one was there to see, after all. So, what did it matter? She made him happy. He wanted to show it. Just… to no one in particular.
He clicked off his phone, deciding not to reply. After all, the cabins were just next to one another. He hoisted himself down from his bunk and made his way to the door, putting his gauntleted hands in his sweatshirt pocket before wiping the grin off his face. He resumed his sort of stand-offish posture and demeanor, slipping out of the door.
His dark attire made him all but stand out from the dark forest surrounding the camp. If anything, he looked like he was part of it. Which he didn’t hate— he’d always been a fan of the forest. He’d only been there once, and read about them all the time in books. They always exceeded his expectations. A book is nothing like the real experience.
He breathed in deep, feeling the heavy cold air seep into his lungs. It was no longer raining, but the drops of water glinted off the trees beautifully. It smelled like rain, too. One of Sire’s favorite things.
He made his way over by the balcony of the girls’ cabin, waiting outside for Seo Hyeon.

Sire let out a small smile, his spirits lifting instantly. He didn’t think he had ever been in this good of a mood as he looked up to Seo Hyeon.
“It’s alright,” he said, his tone that usual deep, soft, melody. He could see his breath coiling in the air as he spoke, but his sweatshirt kept the cold from biting at his skin. However, the various rips in it let a small breeze through, but he really didn’t mind. Cold was wonderful. It made him happy.
Everything here did.
He watched her as she twirled the small flower, the smile still resting on his face. Slowly he took his hand from his pocket, the metal on his gauntlet catching slightly and wresting the sweater askew. He adjusted it, rolling his shoulders and holding out his hand.
He wasn’t sure why. What was he looking for? Her to hold his hand? A hug? He looked like a dancer, asking for a song.
He shook his head, not taking his hand down. She’d decide whatever she wanted to do. She could give him a high-five for all she wanted.
He just tried his best to look inviting. Not really knowing if it would work.

Sire glanced from her to the ground, then to the sky. He clearly knew what was happening. It didn’t take much for him to analyze situations.
She was right— his hand was warm. He didn’t realize just how much until he felt her cold hand in his, engulfed in his palm with fingers intertwined.
He gave a nod, walking slowly alongside Seo Hyeon. He didn’t try to pull forward or lead, just walked.
Sire brought them around the fire, passing it without a second thought and heading off into the forest. A small trail stretched through it, though it was difficult to see through the dark fog. Sire was almost surprised that CC trusted him, but he had done nothing to make her think otherwise, so he figured he was clear. Not that he was going to try anything anyway.
From what he knew, he was leading them away from the training grounds. The path for that stretched out on the other side of the cabins. But he wasn’t too fond of the idea of running into the rest of the boys.
Sire, a long time ago, had come here. He’d say when he was about ten, if not younger. He’d remembered a spot… it would be around here somewhere. If they just kept walking for a while.
He took another deep breath, suddenly aware of the girl’s hand. His heart decided to beat a little harder, but he kept his expression unchanging. The smile had faded, but his eyes showed his contentedness.

(No worries at all, and thanks! Glad you’re back! (because I do love this rp and your writing too)

Sire kept his eyes on the path, his heart speeding up yet again by her voice. No change indicating it on his face, but simply enough that she could probably feel it through his hand.
As they walked further into the forest, the air dropped and fog got heavier around the trees. The path was still clear, but their breaths coiling didn’t make it much easier to see. The metal gauntlets on his arms took in the cold easily, more locking his arms in a cold chamber than actually shielding them. Still, he didn’t mind. His torn sweatshirt kept him warm enough.
“Yeah, I’ve been here. Once,” he began, letting their footsteps fill between words. “When I was about ten, I think.”
And it’s been my favorite place since, he finished silently. What he wouldn’t give to live in a place like this. Sure, he hadn’t experienced much in the way of “outside the academy,” but he figured this would be one of his favorites anyway. The cold, the fog, the drizzle of rain, and the trees. It was all perfect.
“Oh— here,” he mumbled suddenly, giving a small and gentle tug to CC’s hand. He led her off the main trail, off to another one that didn’t seem to be a trail at all. However, the route looked marked by small pebbles. Sire would never admit his ten-year-old-self did that, but not even he could escape the truth of his creative childish ways.
In no time, they ended up at what looked like a peak. Rocks jutted over the side of a cliff— well, not that dramatic. More like a steep hill, but they were at high altitude.
Sire let go of Seo Hyeon’s hand, walking over to the rocks and sitting down, kicking his feet off the edge. The ground below was filled with fog, just the tips of the evergreen trees poking through. The clouded sky gave everything a cold grey hue, looking like a scene from a movie.
He gave a glance back to Seo Hyeon, nodding to the spot next to him and setting down a hand.

“It’s nice, hm?” he said, although his voice stayed monotone. He brushed the hair from his eyes gently, resting it back on the rock as the strands slowly fell back. He didn’t bother sweeping them again, so he let it drape across a portion of his forehead like a dark curtain. With a deep breath of cold air, and with the exhale of it, watching as it coiled, he let his eyes wander to the tops of the trees.
The poked their way out of the thick fog, little javelins holding their place through a clouded sea. A distant song, sung by quite the melodic caw of a crow, was audible, although only barely. And in the dim silence following the girl’s remark, Sire silently yearned for her quiet singing once more.
It was peaceful, adding to the atmosphere of the beautiful forest. Not to mention, it had been one of his favorite songs as a child. Only the one mixed with What a Wonderful World, however. The one by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole. He had been able to play it on ukulele years ago, though he doubted he could recite it just the same now. Sure, he had had quite a talent for music, but never had he fully utilized it. It was a lost art on him.
Though he very much enjoyed the act of listening to it. Bringing headphones wherever he went was a habit, even if he just went around the school. They almost never left his pocket.
Although, times like these— which were very few— he had nothing in his pockets. Nothing of distraction whatsoever. He loved to experience things in their entirety, as they should be.
As his attention drew nearer to the present, he became too aware of CC beside him, and he tried desperately to calm his heart. It didn’t take long, but just the pure rising… joy, was it? Nervousness? Anxiety? Happiness? He couldn’t put a name to it. Still, that rising feeling would jump for just a moment, before he could reign it in.
Yet he kept his eyes forward, just silently enjoying his place in time.

Sire had to quiet his heart quite forcefully as the girl leaned over. He slowly adjusted himself, propping out an arm behind him to keep from falling back farther.
Drowsy wasn’t the right word for it. Maybe calm? Content? He didn’t know the term. Just a beautiful sense of never wanting to leave. To stay here as long as humanly possible.
But of course, that was just a fantasy. They would have to be back in a little while, and begin the dreaded few-day training.
His eyes rested on Seo Hyeon, the amber orbs holding a light twinkle. They held more adoration than they had in a long while.
He didn’t know why he had asked her to come. She would be a distraction. Fill his head. Not like she hadn’t been doing that for the past couple days— yet still. She was a vulnerable spot for him. A quick chink in his heavy armor, and although he could now feel the cool air seeping in, it would also be easier to break.
But what was his solution? Just… drop it? He couldn’t. He was too stubborn against himself to do that, although the concept made no sense to him.
Maybe slow distance? he asked himself. No… that wouldn’t fix anything. Or would it?
It was worth a shot but… later. Maybe later. Right now…
Well, right now he wanted to savor it.

(Sorry that took so long! I was off of nb for a while Hopefully I’ll be on regularly now :)

(OHmYgOosH I thought I replied to this??? I’m so sorry)

Sire tapped his fingers across the rock, taking a deep breath in and adverting his eyes before speaking. They danced across the treetops in the distance, the pines just peeking through the fog.
“When I was about ten,” he said softly, although his mind seemed elsewhere as he spoke. In reality, he was trying to deduce the chances of him getting emotional, a blade making itself known, and possibly hurting Seo Hyeon. He loved his power greatly, but because of it he had never really experienced physical affection. This was a nice change, but he couldn’t say it didn’t make him a bit worried.
“That’s the only other time,” he continued, realizing the silence had crept between words. “I don’t get out of the school often.”

Sire kept his eyes on the peaks of the trees, as if his mind was in a completely different place. Which it was— thinking.. reminiscing to past years. None had been good, in his opinion, but it brought a sense of familiarity and comfort. As if, since he had been there before, it wasn’t bad now. A slight bit of nostalgia tied to it, but not much.
“The same camp,” he replied softly. “Limitless has been going on for a while. I…”
He trailed off his sentence, looking down to his lap before continuing. He tried to convince himself that Seo Hyeon didn’t need to be informed of this— that it wouldn’t matter, or just make her worried. But.. she seemed really easy to talk to, and if anyone knew, he would have it be her.
“I hadn’t come back here for so long because… well, last time I was here, I really hurt myself. It’s hard training— the school doesn’t lie. I just happened to push myself too hard and…”
Almost bleed out, he finished in his head, not willing to finish the statement aloud. He took another breath, glancing over to CC. His honey eyes flickered across her, soon resting on her shoulder. They widened a bit, his face turning pale and a hand flying to cover his mouth.
“A-are you okay?” he asked frantically, sort of shuffling aside to give her space. “Did I do that?—god damnit— I’m so sorry, can I do anything?”