Once Twice a Lurker(Open)

[Anton Volkov]

He was lurking. It was obvious. He hadn't attended his last three classes and refused to move from his spot, Anton knew that it would eventually involve the higher ups but he didn't care. He had been having strange dreams lately, of blood and dark places it made it hard to sleep at night. He had taken to screaming himself awake. Anton rested his chin in the palm of his hand and his elbow on his knee. He was perfectly content to stay in his spot and think. Clear his mind of the thoughts and dreams that have so recently plagued him. He closed his eyes and exhaled softly, he was very tired, sleep had become something of the past. His roommates where not happy with the screaming.

Lurking wasn't something that he did often. Anton was normally a very good student. He liked his classes, he was happy that he was getting help with his dyslexia, so it was odd even after several night of no sleep that he was resorting to skipping class. He knew that he wouldn't be able to focus in class and it would only get him on more trouble. In his mind it was more logical to skip then to be a disruption in class. Anton exhaled loudly he wanted to sleep so bad, if it weren't for the fact that the staff check the dorms for skippers he would be back in his dorm asleep or at least as close as he could get.

Anton fiddled with his tie it was far too tight, he was thankful for the uniform though, with his color blindness it made matching clothing difficult sometimes. Anton groan and stretched out his back popping as he uncurled from his spot next to a closet door. He was almost ready to just crash there, screaming be damned.

[viper]

Truth be told, Alchemy was bored with most of her classes. She knew she was under close watch, being schizophrenic and all, but she just couldn't force herself to go to any of them today. Learning? Wonderful. Education? Everything she ever wanted. She just had no desire to wander into a classroom filled with people she didn't like, with a teacher she'd rather punch then listen to seriously. Sighing, she continued walking down the hallway with no particular goal in mind. At the moment, she was successfully suppressing her schizophrenia. To be honest, it wasn't taking much effort, her new medication must have been working better than she thought.

Her flat shoes made near silent padding noises, and she traipsed towards the wall. For some reason, she was under the impression that if she walked closer to the wall, it would be harder to spot her had an administrator or a teacher walked by. However, she knew the aforementioned theory was false seeing as her normally red and black hair was a large sore thumb in this school. Though, she was pleased that her hair at least matched the uniform. She knew most people hated it, but it was convenient, even if it wasn't the most gorgeous thing in the world. Not to mention it was oddly comfortable. However would she admit that to anyone but her own thoughts? Never.

Continuing down the hall her eyes fell on a familiar shape, a new shape to her life. Still hugging the wall, she continued on a straight path towards the boy, smiling all the while. It was strange, to smile this way about someone other than her father. Strange, yes, she was aware. Honestly, at this moment, she wasn't even thinking about Ankh, which was even stranger. Since moment one of coming here, she had done nothing but think about the day he and she would be reunited. Now, she was contented, more than contented, walking towards him down this awful hallway.

[Anton Volkov]

Anton spotted her nearly 50 feet away. How could he not with that hair. Anton's favorite color in the whole word, was red, being blue-yellow color blind it was one of the only colors that he could see perfectly. Anton watched as she moved closer, hugging the wall. He had to wonder just why she insisted on doing so. It didn't help hide her, at all. Maybe she felt a little unstable on her feet? It made Anton want to stand and help her if that was indeed the case.

The Russian ignored the urge and instead focused on her, she was interesting. He knew that she was a level four and that explained why they hadn't spoken before. He had also heard rumors of her illness, but Anton didn't put much stock into rumors. Anton watched as she got closer wondering if she would stop and speak to him. He hoped so, he was ever so infatuated with her hair.

As she continued to move towards him he couldn't resist. "Should you not be in class?" He knew that he was to be in class also but ignored it in favor of an excuse to talk to the lovely red-head. He ignored his burning eyes that begged for sleep to focus on her, she was much better then those horrid dreams.

[viper]

As she walked, her shoulder occasionally brushed the wall, sometimes being somewhat uncomfortable. Was she losing her balance? Perhaps, though, she'd never been one to be clumsy. She was usually one to being very balanced, actually.

Continuing, it was hard not to stare at him. His appearance alone made her giddy and ravenous for more than casual relations. It was odd, wanting something other than just S*x. She wasn't used to it, not at all. Perhaps it would fade and the old desires of Alchemy would appear again. Yes, that was all she could hope for. She wanted to be in a familiar place, one where she knew why she was feeling exactly what she was feeling, and as of now, she held no explanation.

A childish smile snuck across her lips as he spoke to her, happy to hear his voice. It was lovely, hearing it. Funny he would ask her if she was supposed to be in class, since he was obviously supposed to be in the same place. Laughing, she replied. "Should YOU not be in class?" Analyzing his face, she saw every line in his face, every color in his eyes. Why was he so fascinating to her? Upon looking at his eyes, she frowned. They looked exhausted. Now that she noticed, he looked exhausted all over. "Are you alright? You look exhausted, they did assign you a dorm, didn't they?"

[Anton Volkov]

Anton smiled at her firs response it was fun to trade verbal blows with some other then Nickolai "Indeed I should be but I find the hallway calmer." The smiles faded at her next question, there was no way to explain why he was so tired without sounding insane. He was already a criminal there was no need for someone to believe that he was crazy as well. Anton tried for a smile again, wanting to be polite. "I have been given a dorm, but not many enjoy being awoken by screams." He said hoping that she would not press for details. He couldn't trust his tired mind not to give them if asked.

Anton suddenly began speaking, the only explanation being so tired that he lost control. "I love your hair...it's so beautiful." He said wanting to touch it. "My name is Anton Volkov. What is yours?" He asked blinking sleepily at her. He had been calling her the pretty red-headed level four but that was polite or was it correct. She was a red-head and she was a level four but she wasn't pretty, up close she was beautiful. Anton smiled tiredly remembering another part of her question. "I'm fine, exhausted but fine."

[viper]

It was odd, this immediate hold his appearance and the gaze of his eyes held on her. Up until now, she had not even known his name, but oh what a name it was, Anton. She said it several times in her mind, feeling it out. It sounded foreign, and beautiful. Alchemy had seen Anton a few times here and there around the school and had become quite familar with his shape, creepy as that sounded. However, they had never interacted. She wasn't sure if it was her fault, or his, or both, or perhaps neither. Perhaps they just needed the right setting to converse and she prayed today, in this hallway was the correct setting. Despite her constant yearning for Ankh back home in Scotland, she found herself infatuated with the boy sitting on the floor in front of her, thinking about his face often, and wondering what his voice would sound like, purring from those lucious lips.

A school girl smile crept across her lips, lighting her face up in an obvious manner of delight that the two were finally interacting. What made him so attractive? However, her smile fell slightly when he mentioned something of screams in the night. Cocking her head to look at him, she asked with her eyes what the comment meant. Usually, she would have pressed on until getting the information she wanted, being the curious Alchemy she was, but she was actually trying not to make an enemy of Anton. Thus, feeling intrusive, she allowed her eyes to relax to their normal all-seeing position, wide and almond shaped. However, she made a point not to forget the comment, for she was interested and always had a need to help those in need, as long as they weren't an annoying twit.

She giggled, actually giggled when he mentioned her hair being beautiful. She had never thought of it as such, but twirled her fingers through it he spoke of it. Honestly, she wasn't sure how to respond to his compliment, and so just dished out a simple "Thank you, I've never had my hair called beautiful before. Interesting, yes, beautiful, no." Alchemy laughed, she had said more in that sentence than she had originally intended, but she didn't mind. For some reason she felt at ease, despite the fact her heart was beating at the speed of light.

It took her a minute to realize she had been gazing into his eyes, infatuated by their intensity before she flew back into reality and heard him ask her name. "I'm Alchemy Pentameter, I know, a bit strange, but it fits well enough." She smiled at him again, it seemed he could be trouble. She was speaking more than she normally would, seeing as when asked a question, she typically gave only straightforward answers, only speaking when spoken to as well. Blushing, she decided to perhaps say something a bit flirtatious, which was odd for her. Not the flirtatious comment, no, but the blushing beforehand, yes. Typically, she flirted like crazy and slept with whomever she saw fit, man or woman, but this time, she contemplated her words for a few seconds before saying, "I'm glad you're alright, don't know what I'd do if you weren't." Hearing it as she said it, she realized how ridiculous it sounded and so quickly followed up with a playful "I suppose I'd be wandering the halls alone without a clever companion. Do you mind if I steal a piece of floor next to you?" Alchemy motioned to the floor next to where Anton sat, so lovely looking.

[Anton Volkov]

His eye lids felt as if they weighed one thousand tons.He struggled to keep his eyes open and focused of the person in front of him. He blinked, once, twice, there was worry in her eyes, something that he had not seen from anyone other then his twin in a long time. There were also questions, questions Anton didn't think he could answer, at least not quite yet. He let his eyes trail over her, she looked much like the creature his brother had read to him about. What where they called? Fay? Fairies? Shide. That's it. She looked like a Shide, he dare not say it aloud. Unsure how she would take a comparison to a Celt creature.

Anton was in love with her smile, it was so expressive.He swore to himself that he would do his best to make sure that smile was directed at him at least once more in his life. It left him feeling weightless and happy. The sound of her giggle brought a soft smile to his face, Such a lovely sound. Now if only he knew her name. He was sure that he made a face when he heard that no one had complimented her hair before. How could they not have?

"Then it is their loss, they lost the chance to see your lovely smile at a compliment long over due." Anton didn't know what to think, never had he been such a flatterer before. He just didn't see the point but for her he felt as if he might do anything. He had a brief thought that perhaps it was the loss of sleep talking.

Anton enjoyed the fact that she looked so deeply in his eyes, it served several purposes, it kept him awake for one and the other main on was that he got to indulge his wish to stare into her eyes, there was something dark lurking there just out of site but Anton overlooked it. There was more to this young woman then her darkness. When he heard her name he smiled. "That is a name much like your hair, beautiful." He said with a smile. "It's not strange so much as it is unique a refreshing thing to hear in a world full of Amy's and Jessica's." Anton told her truthfully. He blinked tiredly again but pushed it away.

He wanted to touch her hair....so very badly to see if it was as soft as it looked. Anton barely managed to restrain himself. He found himself nodding absentmindedly to her thought of what she would do if he wasn't alright. He was still focused on her face, never had his eyes left her face or head since they began to speak. After months of being objectified Anton refused to do the same to such a beautiful and wonderful young lady. He nodded to her last question "The floor is really the only free thing in this school." He told her with a tired smirk.

"I would be honored to have you join me." Anton quickly removed his red blazer and sat on the floor next to him. "So you do not be get cold or dirty." He explained.

[viper]

Honestly, it confused her a tad. She was unsure why she felt such a strong need to nuture him. Maybe it was his hair, or his general appearance. Looking over him carefully, she fell back on his eyes. Yes, that's what attracted her to him so. His eyes were deep and full of history and emotions. She wanted to reach out and touch his face, somehow being able to read all of his memories and share everything he'd gone through. For some reason, she sensed hardship. Then again, everyone here had gone through some sort of hardship, hence why they were here. Breaking her eye contact with him once more to look over the entirity of his form, she smiled to hide her thoughts, but wondered if they could ever share their secrets.


She shook her head, trying to bring herself back to him in the moment. She was unsure how long it would be before a staff member or Headmaster Blackwood himself would show up to break up their discussion and she intended on spending as much time here with him as possible. He truly had bewitched her in a way she was more than unfamilar with. However, she enjoyed it, despite the fact that they had just exchanged names.

She couldn't help but blush as he complimented her once more. She swore, he was perhaps the most charming person she had ever met, she wanted to run her fingers through his hair as she locked her eyes on his and said volumes without ever opening her mouth. She had secretly always wanted that, someone with whom she could exchange all her thoughts in a few looks. Smiling, she wondered if he could be that person, however, she pinched herself lightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. How dare she think something so childish about someone she had just become acquainted with. Then again, it was so difficult not to think of him in ways such as was aforementioned. Suddenly, she realized she was just standing there like an idiot after he had spoken and knew she should probably speak back. "I wish I knew what to say back to that. It's incredibly sweet of you, I just, I just...I've never been spoken to this way, with so many compliments. Forgive me, I'm just not quite sure how to react." She smiled in a way that she was sure looked idiotic, probably one that matched her words.

After introducing herself, she was yet again taken aback when he commented on the beauty of her name. Again, she found it strange as no one had ever thought her name beautiful except her mother and most people knew how Alchemy felt about her mother. "Really, you are so complimentary, I'm so not used to it. Are you like this with everyone?" She assumed he was, there had to be some flaw in this situation, everything was currently too fairy tale like and of course, he only furthered the fairy tale when he placed his blazer down on the ground for her to sit upon. She couldn't help but coo, and make a ridiculous mumbled noise as she sat down out of pure happiness and adoration for her companion.

Sitting next to him, she pulled her knees into her chest and looked over her shoulder at Anton. He was even more attractive this close. Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she smiled at him coyly, unable to break eye contact. Suddenly, it dawned on her that the constant eye contact may be bothering him. "I'm sorry, I just can't stop looking into your eyes. They're addicting..."

[Anton Volkov]

Anton was sure that he dreaming. He had thought it over and was sure that there was no way that he could possibly be lucky enough to be in the presence of someone so beautiful. It defied logic and reason, it made him wonder if perhaps he had died and she was a lovely vision of the afterlife to to either drag him to hell or escort him to heaven. Either way Anton knew that he would go willing and joyously as long as she was at his side. He could almost picture it Alchemy leading him to heaven or hell, her fiery red hair twisting to become the flames of hell or her eyes the gates of heaven. Anton wished very much that this was so.

Normally he would wonder why he was drawn to her so fiercely what strange magic or delusion caused him to be so enchanted with a woman, one he had met only moments ago. He was lucky, the sleep deprivation wiped away all questions of that nature allowing him to focus solely on Alchemy, his red-headed demon. He had decided that for his sins he would be condemned to hell, but didn't care. As long as she was there he would be happy, content.

Anton didn't realize that he was drifting until her voice broke his thoughts, his eyes re-focused on hers and he decided that was the best way to see someone, through their eyes. He couldn't help but feel disgust for all those that had ever spoken to Alchemy before him. They had to be foolish not to recognize her beauty and to take the opportunity to compliment her on it. He smiled at her words and longed to reach out and touch her face. "You not do anything but grace me with a smile, and perhaps the privilege of your voice."

He paused to consider her question, did he shower anyone else with praises and complements? No, Anton mentally shook his head, they were not worthy of such thoughts but his dear Alchemy was. "Only you, dear Alchemy, are worthy of such praise." He enjoyed the coo she made and the tiny noises that fallowed. He found them adorable and promptly told her so. He couldn't help but feel happy, when he saw her happiness. Anton felt as if he could fly. His dear Alchemy was happy and that meant that Anton was happy. He did feel a moment of sadness that no one else had recognized Alchemy as someone special, of someone that deserved to be pampered and treated like a princess.

Anton could smell her, being this close normally allow that but this time was different she smelled so clean and perfect. He could count the hairs on her head if he so wished. He longed to reach out a touch her, her hair or her face anything she would allow. He met her eyes was he was lost. Lost and he never wanted to be found. Anton dared not blink, less he loose this connection with her and never recover it. The very thought caused him pain. He was no longer thinking of how tired he was, only she mattered now. She allowed a smile at her words. "That is comforting my dear Alchemy because I find that I cannot keep my eyes off of you. You mu dear Alchemy are addicting." He gave into his impulses and reached out and gently trailed his finger tips across her cheek. Wondering if perhaps he went too far.

[viper]

Gazing into his eyes, the so-called windows to the soul, she couldn't help but continue to smile idiotically. He was beautiful. No, he was more than that, he was perfection in human form. She almost laughed aloud as these thoughts crossed her mind. Had they been funny? No. However the circumstance under which she was thinking them was hilarious to her. She couldn't seem to get over the fact that the two had just met and already it seemed like she could never take another step without him. Anton, this moment, it was surreal. She wondered if perhaps she had never left her dorm, but yet, fallen asleep on the couch where she sat before deciding to waltz out hers and Astrid's door. This just could not be real, he could not be real. It was too amazing.

Sitting next to him, this close was only intensifying her desire to reach out and touch him, to caress his face with her soft palms. Smiling, she took in his smell, the sound of his voice. If only she could add the touch of his skin against hers to her senses, then this would truly be a perfect moment, one she prayed never would end.

Feeling an intense need to become closer to him without crossing any personal space boundries he may have mentally set, she began to sway lightly, back and forth. Each time her body was closer to his, she felt fire burn inside of her as her heart raced, pumping the fiery blood through her steaming body. Smiling, she allowed herself to fully enjoy the effect Anton was having on her. She couldn't even remember the last time she had felt so free and overjoyed. Looking down at her knees, she wrapped her arms around her shins, hugging her legs to her chest, allowing her swaying to amplify, of course forcing herself to go a bit further when her body swayed toward him.

Her chin still between her knees, she listened to him endow more compliments upon her and couldn't stop herself from blushing. Alchemy, blush? Blasphemy. Yet, the heat in her cheeks and the inevitable redness that was to ensue gave her the best kind of butterflies in her stomach. They swirled around, fluttering, screaming Anton's name, allowing it to echo throughout her entire body. The echo turned into an amplified desire, something that made her fingers and her lips ache from the first time she laid eyes on him.

She could not get past his charm which seemed to come so naturally. For a moment, she was nothing but jealous, seeing as she was less than filled with charm and her words were no where near as elegant as his. Even when she tried, she felt her words came out a mangled mess, while his sounded like poetry. She loved his voice; Alchemy wanted to knit a blanket from his melodious voice and wrap herself in the warmth and beauty of it. She wondered how many more compliments he could pass. Lifting her head up from her knees, she spoke. "But, I can't just smile while you say the sweetest things I've ever heard. Though, I'm glad you feel it's adequate..." She went over her words in her head after she spoke. Yes, she had sounded ridiculous. "Let me try that again, I'm honored you think my smile is so lovely, seeing as yours is completely gorgeous. I can't help but smile when you smile, Anton. Your eyes, your smile, your hair, you seem to have casted a spell on me, dear Anton." She tested out using the dear before his name he had done for her. She loved that he kept refering to her as dear Alchemy, and only hoped he would enjoy it as well.

His words were constantly comforting. She wanted to live in his voice, it was paradise. Just as that thought crossed her mind, he touched her cheek and out of pure desire and reaction, she leant her face into his hand, nuzzling the palm of his hand slightly. She was stunned that he had reached out and touched her, something she so desired. Looking into his eyes, she reached out and traced his cheek and jawline with her fingertips, smiling, taking in the feel of his skin.

[Anton Volkov]

Anton now new for certain that he had died. Surely there could be no other reason for the vision of loveliness that he had sitting so innocently beside him. The soft curve of her cheek and the cautious hope in her eyes made him want nothing more then to reach out and hide her away. In a place just for the two of them. She would never want for anything, he would provide her with anything she wished. Any whim that ever came to her mind he would deliver. Anton felt as if he was the luckiest man in the world, this lovely vision had come to him. What luck he must have to be stumbled upon by the wonderful Alchemy, surely someone must have owed him a favor in another life and it was being repaid now. There was no other answer for being in her presence.

Being so close to her was reeking havoc on his senses. She filled his every thought. He could only focus on her smell, her voice, her eyes....he was drowning in a sea of red. He never wanted to resurface. He would happily drown from her eyes if it meant that he could admire them more.

For a moment he was worried, she was swaying. Then he realize just why she did so. To be closer to him, he could see it in her eyes and felt as if he could touch the stars he wasn't sure if the motion was conscious or not but he didn't care. She wished to be closer to him! Anton wanted to sing to dance to hold her. Which ever she would allow. Which ever she would prefer. A pressure that had pressed so tightly against his chest so far loosened just a bit. He know knew that his Dear Alchemy was receptive to his words and to his feeling. He could see it in her eyes.

Her blush nearly made Anton coo. He was almost embarrassed that suck an unmanly sound wanted to escape his lips but he held it back. The blush across her face only enhanced her beauty. Anton wanted to nuzzle her cheek and to bring that lovely color to her face as much as possible She looked wonderful like that. His face hurt from the never ending smile that she brought to his face. He was sure that he must look a fool, grinning at a blushing young girl or at least he must resemble some young man that had just said something provocative. He hoped that no one stumbled upon them Anton didn't think he would share his Dear Alchemy well with an intruder.

Anton found her more and more endearing with every word she spoke until he heard her say one thing. "Adequate? My dear, you could not be adequate if you tried. Your very breath surpasses any and everything I have encountered. You amaze me with your humbleness." Anton paused and let her continue. He felt his heart soar, her voice made him feel as if he were dizzy. Anton wondered if he was remembering to breath when he spoke to his dear Alchemy. "If I cast a spell then you stole my very soul, dear Alchemy." Anton couldn't help but grin at the endearment. It sounded more the night coming from her.

His breath stopped when she nuzzled his hand. He knew he was dead, he felt as if he was the luckiest man on earth. Her skin was soft under his hand and he wondered if she should touch his skin...he was so filthy and he would hate to sully her purity. When she met his eyes and touched his jaw, Anton exhaled trembling with tightly reined desire and need for more. More contact, more Alchemy. Anton leaned closer both hands now resting gently on her face. He stroked the skin under his fingers and carefully pressed his forehead to hers just breathing. Just being with Alchemy.

[viper]

Alchemy couldn't help but feel as though she had consumed an inordinate amount of ecstasy. That had to be the culprit for this feeling of flight. It was almost as though she were soaring above the school, her affection for Anton acting as the wind beneath her wings. She felt a fool, feeling this way. These feelings were for school girls, yet, technically speaking, she was but a school girl. Sighing happily, she continued to stare into his eyes, her hand cupping his cheek. It was perhaps the softest thing she had ever touched. She allowed her fingers to explore his face, ignoring any boundries the two might have previously set. It felt like together, the two could do anything and suddenly, she felt as though there had never been any boundries at all. She felt as though all of this, this moment, the way it felt when they touched each other, as if it were all destined to occur.

Her fingers gently ran across the skin of his face, tracing again his cheek and his jawline, then his brows, then the round curvature of his right ear, and finally, they fell to his neck, running along the veins there, feeling his pulse as her fingertips found their way back to his face to trace his lips. They were so suple, perfect for kissing. However, would she dare?

Her swaying had long stopped. From the moment he touched her, she felt immobile. As though the only thing that could move were her fingers, tracing his facial features. It was amazing, this hold he had over her. However, it was terrifying as well. How did he cast this spell upon her? Blinking her eyelids softly, she nodded absent-mindedly, mentally deciding she didn't care. He was currently making her happy, no, ecstatic. He seemed the answer to her prayers, the prince to her princess locked away in a tower. Why was he so exquisite?

Giggling, she felt her entire body light up in flames as he spoke. His voice was perfection, each time he spoke, she flew a bit higher, wishing he would never stop speaking, even if all he spoke was gibberish. "You amaze me each time you speak. You sound so, so, educated." No, educated was not the word she wanted, but it was what she said. Though, he did sound educated, which she began to fall head over heels for. After all, education was perhaps one of the most important things to her. "Anton, you seem so different from everyone else here. The way you move, the way you speak, the way your eyes meet mine without fear. I don't think I want to let this moment here with you end," she said softly. Perhaps her words were bold, but they were what she could not stop thinking and she wanted him to know. She wanted there to be no secrets between the two of them. "Honestly, I don't know what I would do if a teacher or someone of the like walked by right now for it would mean I would have to leave you. Plus, how could I leave with your soul and leave you with mine?"

Electricity sparked as both of his hands met her face and his forehead kissed hers gently. That was enough to ignite a raging fire of desire. Her breathing changed a bit, becoming a bit heavier as the two touched ever so lightly. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to become lost in the moment. She wanted to feel all of him against all of her, yet, she didn't want to F*ck him like she did her other toys. She wanted to just, be with him in a quilt of this beautiful affection. Enjoying the thought, she moved her forehead away from his and opened her eyes, looking into his deeply. She blinked slowly as she moved her lips into his gently, her eyelids falling closed once more. His lips felt like silk against hers as she placed her hands gently on the side of his face, slowly pulling him deeper into the kiss. It was bliss, being here with him in this moment. Pulling away, she felt herself blush again. She was trembling a bit from the delight of the kiss but decided to speak nontheless. "I hope I didn't cross any boundaries because I would hate to be denied a second kiss."

[Anton Volkov]

Anton closed his eyes as she traced the contorts of his face, it felt wonderful. Anton couldn't remember ever feeling like this before, never had be had someone outside his family touch him so gently, so lovingly. His skin tingled where he fingers touched leaving him a messy ball of nerves. He trembled lightly enjoying the sensations. He found it within himself to gently stroke the skin under his fingers, he face was so soft, so perfect. Anton wished to never let go, unless to touch her beautiful hair.

There was an odd feeling in his chest, like he was frightened and happy and burning all at the same time. Anton didn't know what to think. He had never felt anything like this before. It was interesting. He wanted to rub at his chest to see if the feeling would go away but he couldn't bear to loose his connection with Alchemy. So he ignored it.

Anton smiled, almost bitterly when she spoke of how educated he sounded; Anton was anything but. Years of having to work more then learn grated on him. He knew that Nickolai had done what he could but Anton knew that he was behind nearly everyone because of his disease and because life. Anton listened longer and closed his eyes wanting nothing more then to hide there forever, just the two of them, lost in each others eyes. "Educated is something that I am not, my dear, but for you I find that I can be anything."

Anton breathed in her scent and continued his eyes still locked on hers. "I have seen the darkness that his world has to offer, but you my dear with your darkness hiding in your eyes do not frighten me. I know that you can conqueror it and become so much more."He stroked the side of her face. "Even being one sibling of many I find that I never learned to share well my dear, I would not be able to have my soul away from me for long." His voice was teasing but his eyes burning. "I fear that I will never be far away, for as long as you let me hold your heart and soul my dear Alchemy."

Anton felt as if he were on top of the world, the kiss was perfect in all ways. He melted into it wishing never to recover. He lips were soft and oh so perfect. His eyes closed seconds after hers and he felt as if the world was spinning. He knew that he was going to emerge breathless and couldn't wait. When she pulled away, Anton was left panting for breath softly, his heart pounded like he had run one thousand miles. He gently stroked her red cheeks. "Red is my favorite color, for one it looks beautiful on you." He kissed her cheeks then her nose. "And two, it's the only color I can see clearly. I am ever so great full that I found someone how looks so good in red." Anton smiled softly, "I would never deny you anything. Your wish is my command, dear Alchemy." Anton leaned in a kissed her again softly.