Won't Let It Bend - Closed Tag

[Thomas Lajoie]

"If you 'ad me as a trainer, I'd be in a lot of trouble."

Thomas' sudden burst of confidence was certainly attributed to finding out that the man he thought was trying to sexually assault him was in fact harmless, and quite charming. His feelings for the man were that of surface attraction, but knowing Thomas, he'd find a reason to like him more quite quickly. That's the trouble with being so forwardly genuine - you fall for people hard. Thomas was hesitant with this man, however. He was quite the looker, which normally isn't a problem, but Sett knew he had good looks. Now that could pose some issues.

"My supervisor is 'onor Sayers. She's quite stern, but I'm convinced she'll like me by the end of term. After all, if she doesn't, I 'ave no job." he added, realizing quickly he was talking in unfortunate detail about work. "Is Narnia 'iring?" he added, an attempt to break the droning of his workplace troubles.

[Sett Richmond]

Sett laughed at Thomas' reply. "How true is that?" He gave the other man a sideways glance and a grin. "You'd probably resign after one lesson. I'm surprised my trainer lasted as long as she did."

He would have felt guilty for leading Thomas on, had he known how Thomas felt about him already. The poor young man just didn't know what he was signing himself up for. Half of the time, even Sett didn't know.

"Honor Sayers? Whoa. She was my senior. She's fucking insane." Sett turned to grab at Thomas' arms. "Run. While you still can. It's not at all worth it for you to get this job if that bitch is the one supervising you." He shook his head and laid it on Thomas shoulder. "Save yourself from a lot of hurt, Thomas. Do it now." He sobbed dramatically.

He looked up at Thomas at his diversion. Sett snorted and looked back in front. "Although the prospect of you working under me is very much appealing, I'd rather you not make Narnia your next career path." He laughed and ruffled Thomas' hair, not at all in a condescending manner.

"But really, I'm sure Honor isn't that stupid to let you go." Sett bumped his shoulder against Thomas' playfully.

[Thomas Lajoie]

"Well, you 'aven't seen me in action yet. I can tame most beasts." Thomas mentioned, returning an equally playful grin in the boys direction. Sett's playfulness was probably the only thing keeping Thomas from reflecting on the events that had transpired over the past two days, and had Thomas been aware of it, he'd be glad. He didn't need to worry about anything else right now - his job provided sufficient anxiety, thank you very much.

Perhaps Thomas was old fashioned, but the amount of contact being made with his body was beginning to send a message. He couldn't help but inhale sharply when Sett grabbed him by his arms with his large, dry hands - battered slightly from the endless washing at the bar - but careful and well balanced. His shoulder suddenly occupied Sett's head, and Thomas resisted the urge to put his chin on top of it. He couldn't help but feel Sett's forehead fill the crook of his shoulder, his breath his Thomas' shirt, and his scent meet his while they stood there, bodies closer than they had ever been before. To Sett, this may be just a friendly gesture. Thomas, however, felt his heart skip a beat. He felt special, and sought after, and all the things you shouldn't feel after someone almost kills you. The whole thing was starting to lean toward a Bella Swan kind of affection, so Thomas kept himself in check. Lust. That's what he was feeling. Physical attraction.

He laughed through all the suggestions pouring out of Sett's mouth, and waited for him to finish his tirade before speaking. "You really should be more subtle. I mean, I know you can't stop thinking about me being under you, but really, Sett? Be a gentleman..." he said, walking past the boy toward their aforementioned destination and looking back to Sett to flash him an innocent smile. He didn't bother commenting on Honor because, quite frankly, she was the last person Thomas wanted to think about when feeling giddy and cute.

He really did feel cute around Sett.

[Sett Richmond]

Sett wasn't sure if Thomas was finally getting that Sett was all play or he was really good with words, but the choice of words he used made Sett laugh. It was highly appropriate. "Don't tempt me. I might just swing by when you conduct your lesson. Just to make sure you're not just bragging." His chuckles easing up a little.

To be fair, Sett wasn't always this handsy with people. Just the other day, he was adamant in not letting people see any kind of PDA and that was only with his baby sister. But here he was blatantly initiating copious amounts of body contact with a guy who quite possibly still hated his guts for what he did to him just last night and was just too nice to say so.

"Psh, subtlety is not my strong suit. I thought yesterday kind of made that clear." Sett grimaced and decided not to dwell too much on that. It hurt his brains to feel so much guilt.

"So you're not too busy? Want to meet my brother?" Sett asked. Another first in Sett history. Sure, he loved Horus. Sure, he didn't mind showing off Horus as his brother. But deliberately introducing him to a guy he was sure he didn't have a future with other than something physical [come on, we all know Sett will score], this was new. He wasn't sure what he felt about this.

[Thomas Lajoie]

The thought of Sett watching one of his classes was enough to make Thomas' stomach turn. He would be so unbelievably embarrassed to have Sett witness all of his authority go out the window, and gratefully accept barking orders from Honor. In any case, Sett was clearly kidding, and if the topic ever returned with any serious tone, Thomas would set him straight. But for now, the conversation was just fine without being straight in anyway.

"So long as your subtlety involves asking before grabbing, I tink I can manage." Thomas added, wishing he could reach forward and form his lips back into that wide, cheesy smile he was getting so used to. A chill ran through Thomas' back, and in an instance, he could feel several litres of blood nearby, awaiting his command. This could only be the case if someone had just brought buckets of blood in his direction, or someone had been cut op-

The noise confirmed his suspicions. Thomas turned just in time to see an older male student punch another, younger and visibly smaller, student in the face. The younger boy grunted and grasped his face as blood poured from the cracks in his fingers. His assailant darted for the nearest exit. "Tabernac." whispered Thomas, as he looked up at Sett apologetically.

"Duty calls. But.." he paused, pulling one of his bright markers - red, in this case - out of his pocket. He grabbed Sett's hand quickly, opened his palm and wrote his phone number on the boys dry skin. He held his hand a moment longer than intended, feeling a warmth grow inside him as he held such a large hand in both of his. He could fit a whole story on that palm. Shaking his head, he dropped the hand and returned the pen to its rightful spot. ".. Text me or something. See you!" he called, running at full speed down the hall to catch that student.

The student responsible for pulling Beast out of Belle's hands was going to pay.

... In detention.