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[flammablepitch]

As you set your things down in the dorm, your eyes wander to the other half of the room. It looks as if he hasn't arrived yet; good. It means that you still have a reprieve, a bit more time to steel yourself for the inevitable. You begin to start unpacking your things, eyes ever wondering back to that side of the room. It was like an elephant, that side, something that really couldn't be denied and would always bring your thoughts back to him.

Quite frankly, it sucked.

It had sucked every year before this, and it would suck until they graduated - or until he killed him. Baz was sure that's how this would end, with Snow killing him after they graduated, doing precisely what his personal god wanted him to do.

And yet there was nothing you could do about it. Not until you both graduated and you were given a reprieve from this damn torture.

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[fuckingtragedy]

Murderous intent?

[flammablepitch]

That would be you, love.

[Stop being cute, Simon Snow. You do it too well.]

[fuckingtragedy]

Me? Never. Wouldn't dream of it.

[Honestly, when has he ever murdered anyone? Besides constantly?]

[flammablepitch]

The room would say otherwise.

[How many fights did they almost get into in that room?]

[fuckingtragedy]

What? The room is fine! The Anathema, you know...

[flammablepitch]

Only thing that saved me from you murdering me in my sleep.


[Or Penny murdering him.]

[fuckingtragedy]

And you attacking me in a fit of lust and passion?

[flammablepitch]

I don't think the Anathema applies to that, and I have self-restraint.

[Now, however, there wasn't very much self-restraint.]

[fuckingtragedy]

Do you? Might explain that to the forest you set ablaze. Though it worked out in my favor, so...

[flammablepitch]

It's too charred to care.

[No regrets.]

[fuckingtragedy]

Come to think of it, why doesn't the Anathema apply to... you know?

[flammablepitch]

Bondage?

[He knows what Simon is talking about, but they both know that Baz would never do anything without Simon's expressed consent.]

[fuckingtragedy]

Ah... among other things, but more to the point. It cares if we beat the piss out of each other, but not if we...?

[flammablepitch]

I haven't exactly tested the theory.

[If he sounds like he's smirking, that's because he is.]

If we were still at Watford, I'd ask if you wanted to.

[He bets Simon's blushing, wherever he is.]

[fuckingtragedy]

Would you now?

[Baz can hear Simon grinning.]

[flammablepitch]

Without question.

[A part of him wants to ask if Simon would take him up on it, but their relationship, their not trying to murder one another (mostly Simon was trying to murder him, really) was too new. He was still worried it was too fragile to handle questions like that.]

[fuckingtragedy]

If I didn't know better, I'd think that was a come-on, Baz.

[flammablepitch]

Don't think it isn't.

[fuckingtragedy]

You can't see my pearls, but I'm clutching them.

[flammablepitch]

[He really thinks about saying something inappropriate.]

That a no?

[fuckingtragedy]

Not entirely a no.

[flammablepitch]

Then what is it?

[Inquiering vampires want to know.]

[fuckingtragedy]

Tacit approval, mostly.

[flammablepitch]

We do share a dorm.

[fuckingtragedy]

The bed-pits are a bit small, don't you think?