arescere ✿ xavier thorpe

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2 - of fencing and gargoyles 

she was here again, he noted as he sat in the window. she had this sense of death, wednesday addams. addams, the alumni of nevermore. he had seen the many addams in the photos, generations of them. she stared forward as she entered the rooms, clad in an all black fence suit. yet she still glanced at the boy in the window, someone xavier was already glancing at. he seemed to blend into the grey sky out the window. his blazer was left discarded beside him next to his bag. he was reading. xavier let out a gasp as they dug the tipped fence into his thigh. pulling him back to their game. when wednesday cut through their game. peter sat watching his classmates fence against another over his book. some playing friendly, some playing competitive. he didn't partake in this lesson, or any of the fencing lessons. they seemed wasteful. he didn't care for fencing. he watched his only friend, did he even consider him a friend? well anyways, rowan was the closest thing to a friend. minus theo, but he was a forty year old bookstore owner, so that doesn't count. rowan was the only one who actually talked to him in nevermore. he was the only one who attempted too, he didn't know about the painter who bites his tongue wanting to just talk to him. he watched the boy attempt to fence against bianca, the poor boy didn't stand a chance. he pondered if he'd be good at fencing.

"coach. coach. she tripped me." he begged, pulling his helmet off. his hair dishevelled, eyes whincing. glasses. peter had rowan's glasses on his lap.

"it was a clean strike, rowan." the coach replied. wednesday's eyes flickered to the boy in the window. the corner of his lip twinged up, it wasn't a lot but it was something. he started walking over to rowan, to hand the boy his glasses.

"maybe if you whined less and practised more, you wouldn't suck. seriously coach , when am i going to get some real competition?" god he hated her and her stupid whiny voice. why did she get to decide everything? he handed the boy his glasses with that tight lipped smile, it was hardly even a smile.

"anyone else wanna challenge me?" she questioned and he rolled his eyes, returning to reading the book when that weird girl spoke up as he started walking back to his spot in the window. 

"i do." and his head snapped back. now this would be interesting. this girl was different. he had heard all about her, the whispers and rumours reaching the music filled ears. she tried to kill some bullies at her old school. good for her.

"oh you must be the psychopath they let in.'' peter couldn't help the confused look lift onto his face. did bianca not realise the type of school she was in or something? or was she really that dense?

"and you must be the self appointed queen bee. interesting thing about bees. pull out their stingers, they drop dead." wednesday added, and a chorus of silence came from around them. she wasn't blinking, in the couple of seconds he had been watching wednesday. he hadn't seen one blink. rowan fell into the empty spot next to peter, rubbing his arm.

"rowan doesn't need you to come to his defense. he's not helpless, he's lazy." 

"are we doing this or not?"

"en garde." and with that all eyes turned to them. watching this girl fence the siren. she was quite good. it was about time someone stood up to bianca anyways. the score was 1-1. they entered the military style fencing.

"he can't decide who to look at.'' rowan stated, and peter pulled his gaze from the fencing girls. to rowan who was looking at someone else. xavier thorpe. his eyes flickered between the fencers and  the two in the window, maybe he was just confused as to what was going on. unlike peter, rowan knew of xavier's strange infatuation with peter. he had seen the boy doodling a boy sitting at a coffee table with a withered flower. it was unrecognisable but he knew it was peter. and peter drew his eyes back to watch the blade swipe at wednesdays face. a colour finally making the girl look almost human. eventually class ended and he was free to roam. he wanted to head outside, yet as he came to the door it was already raining. so he stood, staring out into the rainy sky holdig his book in his left hand. he loved the rain. it was calming. when the door beside him opened. almost getting poked in the face by an umbrella. they didn't apologise, and when he saw who it was he knew why not. it was wednesday addams. 

"my apologies.'' he stated, moving out into the rain so she could open her umbrella without hitting anything, much to her dismay. she merely looked at him, a glance he couldn't figure out when she started walking across the cracked floor to the other side. he looked up, seeing something move on the roof, he couldn’t figure out what it was due to the rain blurring his vision but he watched as the gargoyle began to move, scraping against stone. heading for the edge. straight for wednesday.

"addams!" he exclaimed as the stone fell, a blur of indigo tackling the girl before he could pull her back. whoever tackled her, elbowing his face as he flew at her. knocking not only wednesday out of the way but peter to the wet floor. the rain was cold against his face, he was spinning. and cold fingers trembled over his cheek. eyes flickered open to see a boy leaning over him. he was pretty, the hair that was tied back fell over his face. the wet strands making his eyes look brighter. the green was such a beautiful shade. xavier thorpe was leaning over him. and he had called him pretty, he must have really hit his head hard.