Kaz "the Dentist Suggested Me To Bite, So I Bit Him" Brekker.

Kaz "the dentist suggested me to bite, so i bit him" Brekker.

Why does no body talk about the soundtrack of shadow and bones???

It's so damn ethereal ( all bgm-s are) but , can we guys just praise it a bit more.

@rosekillermicrofic | Word count:~250 | 3 June | Prompt- wicked

The dormitory was tired and muted after a long and stretched day. Evan pulled open his robe and climbed onto his bed in a sharp move after spending the whole evening in detention. Barty could sketch out the tension in the bed next to his.

He slipped down and tip toed to Evan's bed and slowly lifted a loose length of the cloth shutter.

Evan was laid down with a pillow beneath his head and a pillow over his mouth that was pressed so hardly, as if the purpose was to suffocate.

Barty pulled the pillow from his face, with much strength. Evan looked at him with annoyed eyes. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Was the detention that terrible?", Barty slouched over the bed sheet.

Evan replied a muffled "No."

Barty nodded softly. He knew that the days were going hard for Evan. The day before, he got into a fight with a Ravenclaw at Hogshead. That guy made a serious note on his sister. If Barty would have been there, he might have done the same thing; make the Ravenclaw boy bleed his gums out. But Evan had to take detention as a consequence.

"What are you doing here, on my bed?", Evan asked. The hint of irritation clear in his voice.

"Well, I can't sleep", Barty lied with a doll face. But he wondered whether Evan himself could sleep. He crept closer to the Rosier boy and somehow, he could feel the anxiousness sedating.

"Count sheeps", Evan suggested as he scrunched up his face inocently.

Barty shook his head, "I do not see them. I only see you."

Evan sighed, "Then count my hair." He pressed his head against the pillow, shutting his eyes with a suppressed huff.

"Already counted", Barty moved closer to the pressed silhouette.

"How many?", Evan breathed, his voice clouding with either sleep or cold.

"Zero", Barty said, skating his fingers through Evan's bleached hair.

Evan peeped open an eye, "Are you insulting me, Mister?"

"Yes", Barty whispered. He could smell the scent of Evan as he drew himself closer to the tall torso.

"That is so wicked", Evan gestured a slight punch. Then he smiled. And when he breathed, they both inhaled together simultaneously, like a single soul, like the two flapping wings of a bird.

"So am I", Barty wrapped his hands around the well marked thorax of the laid man, then he pressed his lips against Evan's yester- bruised rough and red lips.

Evan suddenly felt an invisible energy melting the cold and igniting the heat in him.

Dress as you like.

If Kaz Brekker is deadly, then Kaz Ghafa would be deadlier.

@rosekillermicrofic | word count: ~570 | 7 June | Prompt- Smirk. Evil.

Evan sat by the tranquil lake, whistling a tune of a foreign soundtrack. Seductive yet bruising.

He watched the water striders pacing one after the other as he stopped whistling and tried focusing into the water deep beyond the noticeable surface.

As the ripples distracted his deep insight, he found himself admiring the pale face of a familiar tawny haired Slytherin that reflected recently over the silver frame of the water.

Bartemius.

Evan spun around like a loose spring. The brown haired boy crouched down and pushed himself closer to Evan.

"You noticed me", Barty acquiesced. "How?"

Evan turned back and gestured to the symmetric ripples sketched over the lake. "After all you can not camouflage, can you?"

Barty laughed and then dead panned," You can never be funny enough, can you?"

"Atleast I am sane."

"Insane people are attractive", Barty winked as he shot his elbow under Evan's arm. "Anyways, what were you whistling?"

"I don't know", Evan huffed.

"That makes you insane, but not attractive", Barty winked again.

Evan breathed. Then he eyed at Barty with heinous motives. "If I throw you, I am sure the lake monsters will eat you to death."

Evan didn't need time to react. He gashed the soil as he plunged his grip over Barty's collar. The soil skidded down with some force. And Barty skidded with it, only held back by the collar grip. "EVAN DON'T", Barty fretted.

"Try it."

"Attractive you said, huh?", Evan laughed.

He pulled Barty over the stable soil near to him. Then he reached out with both hands to straighten the creases on the collar. He smiled ear to ear.

"Are you insane?", Barty said, still catching his breath.

"Attractive."

"There are no monsters in the water, Rosier. The monster is you", Barty snapped.

"Siren", Evan admired.

"Where?", Barty gasped and scrutinized the water.

Evan smirked. He swayed his hand once again in the air and placed them at the perfect crook behind Barty's neck. "Inside me."

Then he felt the shudder. The eruption. This time, the eruption was not in him but in Barty.

Barty reflexed his arm behind him in a swift move and succeeded in locking Evan's arm, that was holding him, in a tight grip over the soil.

Then, as Evan approached to seize Barty with his free hand, Barty swung his left arm over his opponents throat. Then he pushed the boy over the soil, mudding the white shirt with a brown tint.

Evan turned red as he struggled to wriggle out his rival's strength, but in vain.

Barty strangled the body further by shoving him into the soil. Then he crept closer, until he had his knees locked around the Rosier boy like a cage. Bounded. Barty sunk down lower still. Their faces strewn with mud approached even closer, only left unmet because Evan had forced himself against the soil. He didn't want to meet Barty's evil eyes.

"We are all monsters, Evan. Some of us play, some kill and others steal", Barty whispered. "I might steal your heart just like the way you played with mine."