insert awesome title here.

Thankful she didn't attempt to murder him, Desken let out a humorless laugh. "I suppose you're right." He murmured with a sigh, somewhat bitterly at the thought. Even at the level of power they were, in this case Irene and him were useless. Well, maybe not completely, but still. Helping the students would simply put a death sentence over their own heads. And then how would they help?
So Desken had no choice but to be loyal at the moment. He felt just as defeated as her.

Desken looked up, complete and total surprise written on his face. This wasn't just her accepting his touch, no. It was her actually reaching out and asking for his hand, for comfort. This, he supposed, was what he wanted earlier. Some reaction, some feeling. Well, she had shown plenty of that. Without thinking, he nodded in understanding, as he gently squeezed her hand. "It's okay." He repeated, in a soothing voice. Then he tentatively used his hold on her hand to pull her in for a hug, wrapping his arms around her lightly. "It's okay." He whispered quietly.

She shifted her gaze away uncomfortably, not finding it laughable in the least. Her mind flashed momentarily over to Brendan, the newest student that had gotten lost walking around the campus, somehow finding his way into her second home; the conservatory. Irene had planned to get to know him a bit, enough so that she could trust him to take care of her garden while was busy, but with these thoughts coming to the forefront of her mind, she wasn't sure what she wanted to do anymore. Would she just send him away so she wouldn't have to regret taking him to the headmaster later on? She didn't particularly like him, but she realized she already set herself up in a position for guilt... God dammit to hell.
The earth guardian tried to shake the thoughts away, her attention flickering completely back to Desken; she couldn't really forget he was there with the electric-like tension between them.

Irene saw the utter confusion and instantly felt a little regretful, realizing how pathetic she must have looked, practically begging for his help. The feelings faded away soon enough, though. There was time to feel bad about it in the morning. "Desken-" she said his name in small protest, yet it was watered-down bitterness. She put her hand against his chest gently to stop them from getting too close, but still welcomed the light embrace. The young woman kept her head down, to hide the tears that were still silently falling, having been held back for longer than she could remember. She was too afraid to move further from that, trying to calm and lose herself in his soothing words.

that's right, irene. chose desken because brendan is gonna die anyway. :DD *shot*

Desken didn't feel bad about it at all. He was extremely glad to be able to help Irene. And honestly, in the morning, he doubted he would regret anything. Because besides the slight spark, this hug was solely to comfort Irene. No, seriously! Okay, so maybe not. Maybe he enjoyed the sparks where their skin met. Which, was a lot of places, considering that Desken didn't think to put a shirt on before coming out here. Heh, did I forget to mention that? Well Ebs, this is what tails was! xD
After a long moment, he pulled away just slightly, to look at her. He placed his palm under her chin and slowly gently lifted her gaze to where they were eye level. Not saying a word, he used his thumb to wipe away a tear rolling down her face. The look in his eyes was concern, but there was some wonder. He wondered how he never noticed how beautiful her eyes were- funny thing that he'd notice now, what, with those eyes red from tears.

OHTYCOINTOSS. /ded.
Actually, most girls would probably fangasm in a situation like this, with what being in the arms of a shirtless Desken, but not Irene. Because she was weird like that. And the huge bout of depression didn't help matters.

She dug her fingers lightly into his skin, her eyes growing wide as her lifted her head up softly, blinking hard for a moment before feeling her tears being wiped away like before. She searched his own gaze for any answers to her confusion, why was he doing this? Irene noticed now, though, the small specks of green in his amber eyes. She noticed, also, that these little sparks between them were intensifying. At least for her, her face a few mere inches from his, it was increasingly difficult to breathe; and so she held her breathe. Honestly, the young woman had hardly a clue of what she was doing anymore, bringing up her free hand and placing it gently to the side of his face. Her fingers traced gently across the scars that ran down and along his jaw, quietly remembering how he had received them, a darkness flashed across her eyes for a moment.

oh thank you great coin. *bows*

Desken faintly noticed as Irene gently clawed at his skin, but didn't think much of it. He had the answer to that, Irene- though, he didn't quite understand himself. It was as if he had just seen her for the first time, and taken a liking to her. He didn't know that yet, but I did. >:C To him, it was no longer sparks, but an electricity in itself. It was a small buzz anywhere his arms touch her, or where her hand was on his chest. With how close they were now, he could practically feel her breath catch, and his did the same as he stared at her lips. What is up with you, man? He felt her hand on his face, and as soon as he saw the slightest dim of darkness in her gaze, he slowly leaned forward and brought his lips to hers, without thinking of any consequences.

Irene let out a sharp intake of air as he pressed forward. Despite how close the two of them were, the action had still caught her off guard and left her eyes far wider than before. Too much. Up until this point, she had tried to figure at most that this was the result of him just 'liking' her for lord knows what reason. The past few moments, she couldn't be sure about at all, but this was - ...
Her first immediate impulse was to slap the shit out of him, but something reeling in her mind kept her from doing so, leaving her very light-headed instead. She didn't no what to do, and so she froze, not moving until he did; in which time she pulled away slightly, breaking loose of the light grip and looking down, though she still stayed in his arms. Irene simply needed a moment to catch her breathe. Quietly, she placed her fingers against her lips, the strange feeling to them still there.
For quite a bit of time after that, she stayed there, leaving Desken practically alone with his thoughts before glancing back up at him again. This time around, there was a small smile on her face, deciding she liked it - and that she wanted a bit more. Irene leaned up and kissed the wind guardian back cautiously, her eyes closed.

Very thankful that Irene didn't beat the shit out of him, which he was fearing in the back of his mind, he was also rather surprised about the kiss. It left him lightheaded and breathless, even though it wasn't a particularly long kiss whenever she pulled away. He looked down at her, not helping but smiling at how cute she looked with her finger to her lips. He could only imagine what she was thinking. His own thoughts were now spinning, and he feared what she would think whenever she finally.. well, thought about it.
The next reaction was not what he expected, which seemed to be happening a lot tonight. She was surprising him left and right. He couldn't help but think about the fact that he had practically stole her first kiss. And now, he supposed her second as she grinned and leaned into him. He gently kissed her back now, enjoying the feel of her lips on his own.

Oh, don't worry, Desken. There were plenty of opportunities for small, or large, bits of revenge in the times to come.
The young woman felt a shiver go down as he pressed back, much to her pleasure. She didn't want to stay like that too long, though, still not exactly sure how this whole thing was supposed to go. Irene tore away gently to catch her breathe again, turning her gaze away to the edge of the room, biting her bottom lip. She still love the feeling that it left. Her attention soon caught on him again, her gaze soft. She was an oddly good mood now, the sadness slowly washing away. Though, as the dark mood left her and she regained her composure, she was grabbing at a better understanding of what exactly was going on between the two of them.
Irene got up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving herself into a hug-like embrace. "Thank you." she muttered quietly, for what reason she wasn't exactly sure, and it was to be near certain she wouldn't be so grateful later on. Why was she thankful? Because he was feeling sorry for her? He was just giving her what she wanted, right? ... No, that didn't make any sense to her either, just...
She blinked slowly. It was probably time to go. She didn't know what to think anymore.

OOC: whoa dude you chose between Desken and Brendan with a coin toss? XD oh well~ Brendan can still score teh ladehs with his looks B3 *shot'n'poof*

OOC: Nuuh. XD We chose if Des would wear a shirt or not. |D *shot*

Oh joy. Desken will be waiting.. In a bomb shelter... With his teddy bear. ;___;
As she tore away, Desken pulled back into his mind for a moment. He thought about the kiss, what it meant... Normally, he wouldn't really think much about a kiss. He'd think of it as good or bad, and maybe cherish it for a bit. But he really contemplated this one... The feel was different, the buzz it left behind. He liked it. A lot. But he wasn't about about to go for another kiss. Tomorrow he figured they'd both regret all of this. But... isn't that somewhat what she wanted? "I want go stay out all night and have fun. I want to be with my friends and go running; have my first kiss and laugh about it later. Do a bunch of stupid things and not have to think twice about it." So come on Irene. Don't think twice about it. Laugh. |D Haha... ha..
Her hug drew him out of his thoughts, and he gave her a gentle smile. "Not a problem." He didn't know what to think either. He stayed there for a moment, before finally pulling away. "I suppose we should head back to the dorm... Or do you want to stay here and think?" He questioned, offering her his hand as he stood up. He would certainly understand if she wanted some alone time to think, considering he hadn't really made that an option earlier...

Ah, that's right, Desken was quite the ladies man. Tell me, my good sir, what number is Irene over here? I'm sure she'd love to know. cx
Irene felt a little disappointed when he pulled away from her, but daring not to say anything about it. The young women sat back on the sofa, placing her hands in her lap neatly, much like she had done before. Well, no, she wasn't exactly in a laughing mood right now; everything still catching up in her mind. "I suppose so." She muttered for a moment, staring down into the ground before looked back up at Desken, "Go back and go to sleep." Her words held the sharp ring of an order as she tried to wipe away the evidence of how she had been off of her face. Honestly, if she went back to the dorm with him, there would be no possible way she could fall asleep after what had just happened, knowing he was just across the room probably thinking of the same. It'd leave an uncomfortable air, to say the least.

Number 1 in his heart, my Dear Scrouge. Number 1 in his heart. D;
/lolpleasedon'tkillhimireneshot

Desken eyed her a moment at her obvious order, a little unsure about leaving her alone. He didn't even think about the fact that they'd be sleeping in the same room, trying to figure everything that just happened out. That would make it difficult to sleep, wouldn't it? He wasn't sure he could sleep now, in fact. Tentatively, he gave a slow nod. "Alright. Goodnight, Irene." He said, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on her forehead before pulling away and walking out of the room, not turning back. As soon as he shut the lounge door, he ran his fingers through his light hair, trying to piece everything together in his mind as he walked back to the Guardian's Dorm.

Irene looked down and bit her lip, feeling her heart jolt slightly as he pulled away from the tender last kiss. Why would he...? Just no. She shook the thought away and quietly watched him as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. The young woman stayed quiet a few moments after that, her gaze falling down. Well, she got what she wanted. She was alone once again. The earth guardians rubbed her arms again, feeling a little cold and waited a few minutes to be sure that he had left for good. She stood up and done what she should have done in the first place, going and locking the door firmly, checking the knob to make sure that no one else would get back in.
Feeling quite exhausted, but still not tired in the least, she went and sat back on the edge of the sofa; clutching a pillow and holding it close, she'd stay like that all night until the last minutes of curfew, only heading back to the dorm to change for the day and leave again.