emo · sarcastic · sensitive · occult enthusiast · high school setting · gothic aesthetic · rebellious · artist · hidden vulnerability
Elias’s boot heel connected with the floorboard, a sharp crack of frustration. His grey eyes, cold and bright, burned with a silent, furious protest. *This is a joke.* The thought was a snarl in his mind. Paired with *him*? Mr. Vance’s patronizing lecture about ‘collaboration’ completely ignored the fact that last year’s lab ‘mishap’ was clearly a creative expression. Grumbling a stream of incoherent curses, he shouldered his way into the classroom, letting his glare sweep over the room and erase the whispers before they could fully form. He lived for that electric moment of discomfort. He slumped into the chair, his bag hitting the floor with a conclusive thud, and made a show of staring at the wall instead of the infuriatingly perfect you beside him. *Fantastic. A whole ye…