Full of good food, Cater is happy to mostly enjoy the silence that comes with Rayne's presence. He still talks a little, reminisces about how fun the day was, and that's what reminds him, as they're just heading into the dormitory.
"Hey, I forgot to ask: what did you buy in the curio shop?"
He figures it'll be their last bit of conversation before they reach his dorm room and put a cap on the day as a whole. There's no real reason that he picked it as a topic, the thought just came into Cater's head and there seemed no harm in asking. Maybe he'd learn something else about Rayne's interests, before they called it a night.
Rayne had nearly forgotten all about the little thing he'd picked up in the shop. It's lucky that Cater asks, actually. The wrapped box is pulled out and promptly held out to Cater.
"Something for you."
He had never been the best at giving people things... which is why he tended to leave them in places they'd simply happen upon them, instead of actually giving it to them directly. Even so, he'd wanted to go to that shop specifically to buy this for Cater-- while he could somehow sneakily leave it outside his dorm, this was more... proper, wasn't it?
It takes him clearly by surprise. Shifting his own package up his arm, Cater accepts the box and opens it with a mixture of care and curiosity. When he sees just what Rayne's got him, it takes his breath away.
"Rayne, this is..." Give him a moment, he can't help himself from admiring the beautiful, star-themed tarot deck, leafing through the shimmering cards with eager fingers. There's still a look of bewildered wonder on his face as he looks back up at Rayne again. "This is really beautiful. But...why?"
He couldn't have imagined this. Couldn't have imagined a lot of what this day had contained, honestly. It had stopped being such a simple day out so quickly, and it just so happened that neither of them had stopped long enough to really think about it. Just a couple of days ago, Rayne had so confidently called them not friends. Just a couple of days ago, Rayne could barely stand to be around him.
Obviously. Rayne wasn't going to make it even more obvious - he didn't know how. He just holds out the box until Cater can take it, before he shifts his hand back down to hook his thumb in his pocket, watching the other teen open it up.
The cards were even more beautiful than the picture on the outside of the box. Rayne's admiring them too, sure. What he's admiring even more? The look on Cater's face, that bewilderment, that wonder, that surprise.
"When we were talking in the cafe," Rayne half shrugs, "It sounded like tarot is something you really adore. Then you mentioned the stars again and..." Explaining his logic was hard when it felt so silly.
"I remembered this deck. It felt perfect for you."
Don't get it wrong, Cater. Rayne still can't stand to be around him, still wouldn't consider them friends... although his actions really don't speak the same volume as his words in that regard, do they? His actions say something so much more and aren't those what really matter?
Taking a few steps down the hall, to continue, he turns his gaze from Cater. "C'mon. It's getting late. Let's get you back."
Rayne was right: words didn't matter. Cater didn't actually need the explanation to put the pieces together. That he had seen this and known it had been perfect. That he had wanted to get him something that would make him so happy was still another question, entirely...but Cater couldn't find it in him to press the question. He follows a pace behind Rayne as he carefully places the cards back in their box and places it in the bag he has holding his camera.
By the time they've reached his doorway, his heart is beating erratic with nerves. He's made up his mind about something, about the day they just had, but he knew that bringing it up in words wouldn't do him any good. In fact, it felt like addressing it directly in such a fashion would destroy whatever spell that had settled over them.
Cater clears his throat.
"Well, here we are. Guess I have to make good on my promise, from earlier."
Saying this, he pulls Rayne's necktie out of his pocket, unraveling it--but instead of simply handing it over, he reaches over to loop it around the back of the other boy's neck. With one hand on either side of the tie, he pulls their bodies close together. He couldn't hesitate, not now. If he did, the moment would pass and he knew he'd regret it. Maybe Rayne would clock him for this, but it was a risk he was willing to take.
"I had an amazing time, today," he says in a low voice, just before he leans in and presses his lips to the corner of Rayne's mouth.
Why was his heart racing? Rayne felt like he needed to press his back up against something, to press a hand to his head to keep it from spinning after giving Cater that little gift, after seeing the look on his face, in his eyes, in the way his fingers quickly looked through the cards within the box. What was this stupid-- feeling?
No words were spoken between the two, giving Rayne enough time to try and calm his heart down, to keep his head from spinning. Reaching Cater's doorway, he felt some other feeling creeping in. A sadness, that the day was ending so quickly, so soon. It felt like it'd just begun, and here they were.
Turning to face Cater, Rayne was ready to take the tie, before it's looped around his neck. Ah, if Cater wanted to re-tie it for him--
In a mere second, their bodies were pulled close. Rayne could feel his heart jump, his eyes widen in surprise, breath catching in his throat. All at once, the stupid feeling began to make sense. The pieces of the puzzle click into place, for the boy who was oh-so-smart for anything but this.
One hand shifts to rest against Cater's door, near the other teen's head. His other hand shifts up, clumsily grabbing at Cater's face. And, in another second, Rayne's turned Cater's head to press their lips fully together, instead of that small kiss against the corner of his mouth, as if to say 'you missed'.
Somehow, even as he had resolved himself to do this, he hadn't expected that Rayne would actually kiss him back. But here he is, pressed into the door and grabbed by the face and in a full-on liplock. His heart slams in his chest, so excited but still trying not to get too ahead of himself, to show eagerness at the kiss and reciprocate it in full but not do anything to throw off the moment.
His hands tug at the tie again, bumping their bodies together as he opens his mouth against Rayne's, sighing in satisfaction and relief. Cater's eyes flutter closed, fully taken in by the moment, forgetting everything else but the taste of the Divine Visionary against his tongue.
Could Cater tell this was his first kiss? That thought creeps in even as Rayne presses in against Cater, letting his hands pull him in by the tie, allowing their bodies to press up against once another. The hand on Cater's face slips back, fingers carefully pushing some of the other teen's hair from his face, tucking it right behind his ear.
Warm. Rayne felt them press against each other, felt how Cater's lips were against his own, how his mouth opened-- the way his own mouth opens, the soft noise it elicits from him. Thinking? No, he wasn't doing a bit of that while his tongue slips out from his own mouth to tangle with Cater's. While his knee shifts to press between Cater's legs -- while that hand against the door shifts to rest against his hip, thumb digging in.
If he wasn't careful, he'd lose himself in this kiss. That, he's sure of.
If Cater had stopped to think, he'd likely realize that there was no way he wasn't Rayne's first kiss. After all, nobody else seemed to try and get too close to him, and he in turn didn't let anyone get close. Cater didn't know anything about his past, but he had learned enough to make that much of a deduction. Just like Rayne, however, he isn't thinking. He's following Rayne's lead, taking the hints he's given and capitalizing on them.
Hot tongue touches his own and Cater's glad to deepen their kiss, pressing in harder and exploring the other boy's mouth. He wants to kiss Rayne until he can't breathe anymore. Wants to drink in every little sound that this body against his makes. He wants to touch and grab, but he clenches his fingers more tightly around the fabric of Rayne's tie to stop himself. This was already a much bigger kiss than he could have anticipated--how much farther would they go? Surely, Rayne would break the kiss--but then his hand is on him and Cater wants to melt.
He falls back against the hard wood of the door, taking Rayne with him as he corners himself. It was just the two of them, and Cater was all his.
Rayne was in control of this, had full control over how deep the kiss got, how his hands slip against Cater's body, against his skin. That, possibly, was the one and only reason that it was going on for as long as it was. Rayne wants to lead them further, to feel more of Cater's skin against his hands, to push his fingers through his hair, to keep tasting him on his tongue.
Cater falls back against the door, and Rayne follows that lead, tugged in by his tie. His knee presses further against Cater, shifting between his legs to press fully against the door, cornering Cater even further, almost as if he was taking ownership of him then and there. The hand against his hip slips up, pressing under Cater's shirt, to get ahold of his waist, to touch bare skin instead of cloth. His eyes were closed, but he's sure the both of their faces are burning, from the heat he can feel radiating from his own face.
Oh, how hard it was to think about anything in this position, aside from acting on his impulses. Aside from being a stupid teenager, doing stupid things in the middle of their dorm hallway.
Right now, neither of them had titles or expectations. They were just two students, two dumb kids, fully succumbing to what their bodies were asking of them. Cater moans softly as Rayne's knee adjusts between his legs, as fingertips slide underneath his top and find his skin. He wanted him, wanted this boy so damn badly, he couldn't control himself anymore.
Cater finally lets go of Rayne's tie so he can instead grab the other boy by the waist, pushing himself up against his leg. He wanted to pull that tucked-in shirt out of Rayne's pants, wanted to touch him more and more.
Was this what the other students got up to in their free time? Was this what it was like to let your body take control, to fall into the alluring grasp of desire and need? As Cater moans against him, Rayne can't help but want more, want to hear his voice, to feel Cater shiver under his touch--
And that's when he starts to think again, as Cater's hands grab his waist, as he pushes himself up against his leg. The shock of hands on him jump starts his brain, takes his breath away even more than how much he'd already had it taken by the kiss itself.
Under Cater's touch, Rayne tenses. His body regains that constant tension, as if it'd forgotten where he was, who he was.
Both of Rayne's hands press against Cater's shoulders, shoving him back into the door with a harder shove than he needs to, breaking the kiss and getting Cater off of him in one movement. Once he's off, Rayne shifts to press his forearm against Cater's neck, pinning him against the door with a heavy pressure. Panting heavily, Rayne stares at him for half a second, seeming more shocked than anything. That is, until his expression shifts, flitting through a brief sadness and, finally, landing on anger, annoyance.
"Don't." We can't. This can't happen. Rayne can't let it happen.
His arm lets up. He pulls back completely, hand slipping back to grab his wand. Rayne's opposite hand lifts up to his mouth, the back of it pressing against his lips. What the hell had he been thinking?
Turning his gaze away from Cater, he moves to go. What else was there to say, when he couldn't even understand why he'd gotten that involved with the kiss in the first place?
Sure, Cater had been waiting for Rayne to break the kiss, but he had expecting something natural. Like, he ran out of breath, or he got too nervous, or he didn't know how to proceed. Getting shoved fully back takes him so off guard his head spins, breath caught in his chest. Rayne's arm cuts him off before he can exhale, and he's as dizzy and confused as he is hurt.
It all happens so fast, he misses that important change in expression, seeing only that familiar, hateful look. A chill flows through his body--how could he have gone from being so hot-and-heavy with him to fixing him with such a cold look? Cater stares with open confusion, pained, and his face starts to redden from the pressure against his throat.
But then Rayne lets up, and he gasps for air, a hand coming up to hold at his neck. The smart thing would be to just let Rayne go and try and unpack all of this from the safety of his dorm...but after the day they had, and how good that kiss had felt, Cater can't help himself.
"Wait, Rayne," he starts, hoping to talk things out, to apologize, or something. On instinct, he reaches for the other boy's sleeve, not even processing that Rayne had taken out his wand. "Don't leave like this."
The only option was to let Rayne go, if he didn't want to be on the receiving end of his anger, his frustration, his confusion. Whatever these feelings in his chest were, whatever Cater was making him feel, they weren't things he should be leaning into. Weren't things that he could safely allow himself to feel, without cutting them off.
His name is heard. Rayne doesn't turn to look at him, doesn't even glance over his shoulder - doesn't stop. It's only when he feels the hand grab his sleeve that he turns, that he reacts.
"Three Percent Partisan." The signature spell is cast. Three large swords are summoned and, with a flick of his wrist, put into action. One moves to Cater, the flat of the blade pushing his arm up to force him to let go of Rayne's sleeve. The other two then slam into the ground, forming a cross in front of Cater, to keep him from going any further. One blade is over his thigh, the other directly behind his knee, trapping his leg in place.
With how violent of a spell, how harsh of a casting, one might expect Cater to have some form of an injury. Not even a single cut would be found on his skin. It wasn't like Rayne actually wanted to hurt him. All he wanted was to scare him, to stop him. Of course, his sleeve on the other hand... those blades were sharp, gentle as he wanted to be. The other teen's sleeve may have been cut, torn, by the quick movements.
The first blade vanishes, having completed the task it was formed to do. Rayne turns back, continuing to walk away. Only when he's out of sight would the blade vanish, leaving Cater with... probably far more questions than answers.
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"Hey, I forgot to ask: what did you buy in the curio shop?"
He figures it'll be their last bit of conversation before they reach his dorm room and put a cap on the day as a whole. There's no real reason that he picked it as a topic, the thought just came into Cater's head and there seemed no harm in asking. Maybe he'd learn something else about Rayne's interests, before they called it a night.
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"Something for you."
He had never been the best at giving people things... which is why he tended to leave them in places they'd simply happen upon them, instead of actually giving it to them directly. Even so, he'd wanted to go to that shop specifically to buy this for Cater-- while he could somehow sneakily leave it outside his dorm, this was more... proper, wasn't it?
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It takes him clearly by surprise. Shifting his own package up his arm, Cater accepts the box and opens it with a mixture of care and curiosity. When he sees just what Rayne's got him, it takes his breath away.
"Rayne, this is..." Give him a moment, he can't help himself from admiring the beautiful, star-themed tarot deck, leafing through the shimmering cards with eager fingers. There's still a look of bewildered wonder on his face as he looks back up at Rayne again. "This is really beautiful. But...why?"
He couldn't have imagined this. Couldn't have imagined a lot of what this day had contained, honestly. It had stopped being such a simple day out so quickly, and it just so happened that neither of them had stopped long enough to really think about it. Just a couple of days ago, Rayne had so confidently called them not friends. Just a couple of days ago, Rayne could barely stand to be around him.
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Obviously. Rayne wasn't going to make it even more obvious - he didn't know how. He just holds out the box until Cater can take it, before he shifts his hand back down to hook his thumb in his pocket, watching the other teen open it up.
The cards were even more beautiful than the picture on the outside of the box. Rayne's admiring them too, sure. What he's admiring even more? The look on Cater's face, that bewilderment, that wonder, that surprise.
"When we were talking in the cafe," Rayne half shrugs, "It sounded like tarot is something you really adore. Then you mentioned the stars again and..." Explaining his logic was hard when it felt so silly.
"I remembered this deck. It felt perfect for you."
Don't get it wrong, Cater. Rayne still can't stand to be around him, still wouldn't consider them friends... although his actions really don't speak the same volume as his words in that regard, do they? His actions say something so much more and aren't those what really matter?
Taking a few steps down the hall, to continue, he turns his gaze from Cater. "C'mon. It's getting late. Let's get you back."
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By the time they've reached his doorway, his heart is beating erratic with nerves. He's made up his mind about something, about the day they just had, but he knew that bringing it up in words wouldn't do him any good. In fact, it felt like addressing it directly in such a fashion would destroy whatever spell that had settled over them.
Cater clears his throat.
"Well, here we are. Guess I have to make good on my promise, from earlier."
Saying this, he pulls Rayne's necktie out of his pocket, unraveling it--but instead of simply handing it over, he reaches over to loop it around the back of the other boy's neck. With one hand on either side of the tie, he pulls their bodies close together. He couldn't hesitate, not now. If he did, the moment would pass and he knew he'd regret it. Maybe Rayne would clock him for this, but it was a risk he was willing to take.
"I had an amazing time, today," he says in a low voice, just before he leans in and presses his lips to the corner of Rayne's mouth.
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No words were spoken between the two, giving Rayne enough time to try and calm his heart down, to keep his head from spinning. Reaching Cater's doorway, he felt some other feeling creeping in. A sadness, that the day was ending so quickly, so soon. It felt like it'd just begun, and here they were.
Turning to face Cater, Rayne was ready to take the tie, before it's looped around his neck. Ah, if Cater wanted to re-tie it for him--
In a mere second, their bodies were pulled close. Rayne could feel his heart jump, his eyes widen in surprise, breath catching in his throat. All at once, the stupid feeling began to make sense. The pieces of the puzzle click into place, for the boy who was oh-so-smart for anything but this.
One hand shifts to rest against Cater's door, near the other teen's head. His other hand shifts up, clumsily grabbing at Cater's face. And, in another second, Rayne's turned Cater's head to press their lips fully together, instead of that small kiss against the corner of his mouth, as if to say 'you missed'.
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Like earlier, with their held hands in the café, he didn't want to lose this.
His hands tug at the tie again, bumping their bodies together as he opens his mouth against Rayne's, sighing in satisfaction and relief. Cater's eyes flutter closed, fully taken in by the moment, forgetting everything else but the taste of the Divine Visionary against his tongue.
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That thought creeps in even as Rayne presses in against Cater, letting his hands pull him in by the tie, allowing their bodies to press up against once another. The hand on Cater's face slips back, fingers carefully pushing some of the other teen's hair from his face, tucking it right behind his ear.
Warm. Rayne felt them press against each other, felt how Cater's lips were against his own, how his mouth opened-- the way his own mouth opens, the soft noise it elicits from him. Thinking? No, he wasn't doing a bit of that while his tongue slips out from his own mouth to tangle with Cater's. While his knee shifts to press between Cater's legs -- while that hand against the door shifts to rest against his hip, thumb digging in.
If he wasn't careful, he'd lose himself in this kiss. That, he's sure of.
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Hot tongue touches his own and Cater's glad to deepen their kiss, pressing in harder and exploring the other boy's mouth. He wants to kiss Rayne until he can't breathe anymore. Wants to drink in every little sound that this body against his makes. He wants to touch and grab, but he clenches his fingers more tightly around the fabric of Rayne's tie to stop himself. This was already a much bigger kiss than he could have anticipated--how much farther would they go? Surely, Rayne would break the kiss--but then his hand is on him and Cater wants to melt.
He falls back against the hard wood of the door, taking Rayne with him as he corners himself. It was just the two of them, and Cater was all his.
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Cater falls back against the door, and Rayne follows that lead, tugged in by his tie. His knee presses further against Cater, shifting between his legs to press fully against the door, cornering Cater even further, almost as if he was taking ownership of him then and there. The hand against his hip slips up, pressing under Cater's shirt, to get ahold of his waist, to touch bare skin instead of cloth. His eyes were closed, but he's sure the both of their faces are burning, from the heat he can feel radiating from his own face.
Oh, how hard it was to think about anything in this position, aside from acting on his impulses. Aside from being a stupid teenager, doing stupid things in the middle of their dorm hallway.
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Cater finally lets go of Rayne's tie so he can instead grab the other boy by the waist, pushing himself up against his leg. He wanted to pull that tucked-in shirt out of Rayne's pants, wanted to touch him more and more.
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And that's when he starts to think again, as Cater's hands grab his waist, as he pushes himself up against his leg. The shock of hands on him jump starts his brain, takes his breath away even more than how much he'd already had it taken by the kiss itself.
Under Cater's touch, Rayne tenses. His body regains that constant tension, as if it'd forgotten where he was, who he was.
Both of Rayne's hands press against Cater's shoulders, shoving him back into the door with a harder shove than he needs to, breaking the kiss and getting Cater off of him in one movement. Once he's off, Rayne shifts to press his forearm against Cater's neck, pinning him against the door with a heavy pressure. Panting heavily, Rayne stares at him for half a second, seeming more shocked than anything. That is, until his expression shifts, flitting through a brief sadness and, finally, landing on anger, annoyance.
"Don't." We can't. This can't happen. Rayne can't let it happen.
His arm lets up. He pulls back completely, hand slipping back to grab his wand. Rayne's opposite hand lifts up to his mouth, the back of it pressing against his lips. What the hell had he been thinking?
Turning his gaze away from Cater, he moves to go. What else was there to say, when he couldn't even understand why he'd gotten that involved with the kiss in the first place?
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It all happens so fast, he misses that important change in expression, seeing only that familiar, hateful look. A chill flows through his body--how could he have gone from being so hot-and-heavy with him to fixing him with such a cold look? Cater stares with open confusion, pained, and his face starts to redden from the pressure against his throat.
But then Rayne lets up, and he gasps for air, a hand coming up to hold at his neck. The smart thing would be to just let Rayne go and try and unpack all of this from the safety of his dorm...but after the day they had, and how good that kiss had felt, Cater can't help himself.
"Wait, Rayne," he starts, hoping to talk things out, to apologize, or something. On instinct, he reaches for the other boy's sleeve, not even processing that Rayne had taken out his wand. "Don't leave like this."
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His name is heard. Rayne doesn't turn to look at him, doesn't even glance over his shoulder - doesn't stop. It's only when he feels the hand grab his sleeve that he turns, that he reacts.
"Three Percent Partisan." The signature spell is cast. Three large swords are summoned and, with a flick of his wrist, put into action. One moves to Cater, the flat of the blade pushing his arm up to force him to let go of Rayne's sleeve. The other two then slam into the ground, forming a cross in front of Cater, to keep him from going any further. One blade is over his thigh, the other directly behind his knee, trapping his leg in place.
With how violent of a spell, how harsh of a casting, one might expect Cater to have some form of an injury. Not even a single cut would be found on his skin. It wasn't like Rayne actually wanted to hurt him. All he wanted was to scare him, to stop him. Of course, his sleeve on the other hand... those blades were sharp, gentle as he wanted to be. The other teen's sleeve may have been cut, torn, by the quick movements.
The first blade vanishes, having completed the task it was formed to do. Rayne turns back, continuing to walk away. Only when he's out of sight would the blade vanish, leaving Cater with... probably far more questions than answers.