And you decided purple just wasn't for you

[Cleo Warren]

BANG BANG BANG

Cleo pounded on Oriel’s door, bouncing on the balls of her feet anxiously as she waited for him to open up. Shit, what was wrong with her? Why would she wear a white shirt to art class? She wasn’t even thinking when she got dressed this morning. She was running late and literally threw on the first thing she pulled out of her closet.

Which just happened to be a white blouse…her mom’s white blouse. They shared clothes all the time when Cleo was home, but her mom hated when she brought her clothes back to school with her. She swiped accidentally shoved this shirt into her bag on the last break, and had been planning on returning it during the upcoming long weekend.

Fuck, her mom was going to kill her if she couldn’t get this stain out.

It wasn’t just any stain either. It was the stain to end all stains, probably the worst she’s ever gotten on any of her clothes. It was a dark violet that’d she’d achieved from mixing an already dark shade of purple with a sooty black. And it was currently smeared all over the bottom portion of the blouse. She’d tried to get it out with warm water, but she definitely made it worse. Cleo probably just rubbed the paint in more. She didn’t know why she hadn't just come to Oriel first. She panicked and trying to clean it herself just seemed like the logical thing to do.

But here she was, banging on Oriel’s door again, hoping - praying - he could work his magic. He had to be able to take this out, he just had to. He’d gotten the ink stain from her calligraphy pen out of that beige sweater. That was kind of the same, right?

Cleo nervously ran a hand through her hair, chewing on the inside of her lip. Why wasn’t he answering? The longer she waited, the more likely the paint would embed itself to the fabric and never come off…or was that not how it worked? “Oriel!” She yelled, banging on the door a few more times, like that was going to make him move any faster.

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Oriel’s face, at the moment, was buried in between two very thick pillows at the moment, and not the two tawny pillows of his fiance’s thighs like he was currently dreaming them to be. Though that didn’t mean that he couldn’t enjoy whatever fruity gel-like substance he envisioned himself getting a mouthful of.

Too explicit? Nawww.

Oriel had finished up that explicit task sometime the night before, before he raced back to campus before he managed another detention tacked on to his tedious(and very open) schedule for violating curfew. Again. Ah, well, he had a tasty treat as a result, so it was entirely worth it in his opinion.

That said, he managed to stay up late as per his usual schedule(sleep never came easy when he was missing his Squishy), and was currently enjoying a prolonged “give no fucks” mid-day snooze, having completely missed all of his morning classes. Fuck them, he’ll figure ‘em out later.

Though his delicious dream was promptly interrupted by the pounding some rude individual thought necessary to assault his door with, and he mumbled some offensive slurs as he slowly extracted his face from between the two pillows. Damn….just a dream, he thought. And now he wondered if he shouldn’t pummel whatever sea urchin what dared to interrupt his beauty sleep.

Oriel rolled out of his bed with a loud THUNK to the carpeted floor and continued the process until his backside his the door to his bedroom. Then he reached up with his long arm and cracked the door open just slightly, peering out from the bottom corner with a single witch-like eyeball. “Whooo goes theeeere….?” he croaked like a crone’s toad had come along to deepthroat him in his sleep.

[Cleo Warren]

Jesus Christ, what the fuck was taking so long? What could he possibly be doing in there? Cleo didn’t think he had class right now and he was usually in his room around this time. She thought she might actually cry if he actually wasn’t there. She didn’t know how else she’d get this paint stain out. She could try to go at it again with warm water and soap, but she felt like it did more harm than good the first time. A second round likely wouldn’t be much different.

She was about to give up and dejectedly head back to her own room when she heard a loud thud, followed by more commotion. He was in there! Had he been ignoring her?

Scratch that, he was probably sleeping.

Her speculations were all but confirmed when the door cracked open and a hoarse voice greeted her like an ogre guarding its lair. She glanced downward, her eyes following the line of the door until they were met with one of Oriel’s. Why is he laying on the floor like that?



“What are you doing on the ground?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s fucking two o’clock in the afternoon.” But she really shouldn’t be this surprised. She’d never met anyone that slept as much as Oriel.

“Never mind.” She dismissed, with a wave of her hand. There were more important problems. “I need your help and I’ll love you forever if you can fix this.” She held up the white blouse, a distressed look on her face. The bottom of it was marred by the dark purple stain that was about four inches wide and three inches tall. It was smaller before she tried to get out herself, the water helping the paint bleed into the surround area.