it's called attraction

[Michael Miller]

There was one clear advantage to share a dorm with Erika Bellefonte : her brothers. The Bellefonte boys were just so good looking, Michael would say they needed a term for themselves to describe how hot they were. Too bad they didn’t visit their sister often. One in particular caught Michael’s eyes: Pendragon. If you took away the fact he was a happy idiot, and that little problem with his eyes, the rest was pretty nice. Okay, those magic tricks were stupid, but Michael didn’t mind being amazed if that allowed him more time in his company.

He knew he was probably not subtle. Anyone who paid attention for two seconds could tell he had a crush on the man. He looked like a little dog all excited because his master was around when he could see him. Now, you better not tell him that in his face if you didn’t want to hear what you looked like to him, but there probably was a bit of that. One thing for sure, had Pendragon not looked the way he did, Michael would have told him what he thought of magic tricks a lot sooner. As it turns out, he was more interested in showing him the kind of magic he could do. Preferably in bed, but he was not picky about the location.

It was not like Michael forced their meetings. He didn’t go out of his way to meet with Pendragon. He was also well aware that the moment he’d get the guy, he’d likely lose all interest in him. Maybe it was why it had yet happened. Or maybe it was because he didn’t realise what Michael came to him for. Anyway, Michael didn’t rush to a place just because he heard he was around. But if he saw him, he did not hesitate to greet him. Like it was the case now.

“That’s a lot of stuff, care to make a tiny place for me?” he said as he leaned closer to Pendragon while standing behind him and the couch he was on. Michael wouldn’t mind sitting on his lap but that might be a bit too forward. He pushed aside some papers, not certain whether it belonged to him or not and took a seat at one side of the couch. “What are you up to, more magic?”

TAG: Pendragon Bellefonte

[Pendragon Bellefonte]

Pen took a deep, slow breath, his brow furrowed in concentration. He traced his fingertips lightly over the page, ghosting over the raised dots. Using his ability to read printed text had always heavily strained him, he supposed since it was such a fraction physical difference between the paper and the printed word, that he found it so immensely difficult to map out. It simply made more sense to read textbooks with the familiar friend of Braille... Although reluctantly. Pen's ability had enabled him to see, or as close as he was going to get, and it meant the world to him; He could almost pretend that he was born like his siblings, born with everything working; Reading like this made him feel... Imperfect. As much as he knew his family would love him regardless of his disability, he couldn't shake the feeling even now that his parents still though him incapable in comparison to Eri and Des... which hurt him more then he cared to say.

Still, needs must, and Pen needed to study. Tucking himself in for a quiet afternoon in the student lounge, he had piled up a selection of books beside him, his legs propped up on a coffee table, book on his lap. While he read, his ability swept the room, calmly keeping tabs on who entered and left. The Bellefonte however paused as one person in particular caught his attention, his tendrils mapping him out. Before he could react, the boy had sat himself down, having moved some of his papers.
"I wish," He pouted as he snapped the book shut, giving the other man his full attention. "Mother threatened to send me to a tutor unless I pass my next exam, so I'm hitting the books. Wish it came as easily to me as Eri." He then grinned at his sister's roommate.

Of course he'd heard the rumours about Michael Miller. Quite a few Pen had encountered didn't think him an overly nice guy, a few even giving the opinion that he'd stab you in the back to save his own skin, although to Pen this seemed a harsh view. He always was friendly to him, and seemed to hold an interest in his magic... Something which never failed to cheer him up. He allowed his tendrils to reach out, the unseen psychic energy taking in details of the other male's face.

[Michael Miller]

So it wasn’t magic this time. A good thing for sure. Michael wouldn’t have to pretend being interested by it. He was good at pretending but it was always nice not to have to do it. Study was pretty boring too but Michael had more confidence in getting him to ditch his books than he would have been with his magic tricks. “No way,” Michael exclaimed, sounded just as shocked and saddened by the news as he had hoped Pendragon wished he’d be. He shook his head though at the mention of his sister only to realise as he did it that the boy probably couldn’t see it. He often had a hard time remembering this. “Your sister’s studying a lot too. But she’s in fashion and you’re in...?” Damn, he hoped Pen never told him before because he seemed to have a blank. They had no magic classes here, and since he mentioned his mother, Michael assumed he picked something to please her.

“She really threatened to take you away to a private tutor? She couldn’t just bring one here? Even that would suck,” Michael sympathized with him. A tutor would mean less chance of seeing Pen after all, as he’d be stuck with them. And a higher chance of dealing with magic every time he’d meet him. If he could, because he had no idea how close the guy considered them to be. Michael didn’t have a lot of what one would call friends. He had several acquaintances at different levels of intimacy but a true friend was not something he really had.

“Do you want some help?” Michael asked. Michael rarely offered help. He actually found a way to be both altruist and selfish at the same time. In this case, he was not offering help to Pen so he could pass his exam, he did so he could spend time with him. And likely ditch the studies to something more fun after a few minutes. Who knows, maybe today was his lucky day. “I mean, I really don’t mind, if I can help.”

[Pendragon Bellefonte]

Pen had caught the boy's movement, his head shake, as his ability was currently running all over the other male's form, sending the information Pendragon needed back to his brain.
Now, Pen's ability did more then just monitor and map out the world around him. With a level of concentration, he could see beyond the physical to the emotional; Although this wasn't something he could do without occurring a side effect, so he often opted out of using it. Perhaps it was a little to do with his naivety, but Pen had always seen little reason to use it on Michael... He was a decent guy as far as Pen could tell, regardless of the rumours. So, of course, he didn't notice Michael's relief at the fact he currently wasn't studying magic.

"... Biology," Pen spoke at almost a whisper, his head turning back to the book in his lap with some obvious level of sadness; It wasn't that biology didn't interest him, but more it lacked his passion for more then one reason. It wasn't magic, which was where he truly wished he could focus his efforts, and... Well. No matter how hard he felt he;d study, how much he pushed for his disability to be set aside in the eyes of others since his mutation allowed him in some form to see... When it boiled down to it, no one wanted
a blind doctor. He sighed a little, lightly tapping a finger against the page, grinning a little. "Believe me, I wouldn't put it past her to actually do it." He paused at Michael's offer of help, turning his head back towards him as his ability registered and minored the other boy's facial expressions.
"You really want to spend your afternoon helping me?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow, but unable to hide the smile from his face; He rarely had anyone willing to help him when it came to studying, and a friendly face right now was more then appreciated. "I owe you one if you're really want to."

[Michael Miller]

Michael had no idea how Pen’s power worked, just how well he could ‘see’ thanks to it. All he knew was that the guy was more or less blind without it. For once, someone got a power that could actually be useful. Although he supposed some people could argue it was because of his power that he was like this. Michael wouldn’t know, that sort of thing didn’t interest him at all. For Pendragon however, he was able to pretend that it did. He wouldn’t look into it, but he would listen to him talk of it. Anything was good if it got him close to the man.

Biology. As in the lab thing? He somehow wasn’t sure it was the best area of choice for the guy. Pen sure didn’t look all too thrilled about it. “Doesn’t seem to please you a whole lot,” he said, sinking into the couch. “Something your parents or... I see, you wanted to do some science magic, is it?” Were those two things able to mix? Probably. Magic was all about tricks after all, knowing some basic science ought to help with some of those.

Michael didn’t like to hear the school could be deprived of a Bellefonte. It had nothing to do with loyalty to the name and all, it was more how it rendered on an esthetical level. Perhaps he should have picked fashion along with Erika after all. It gave him some determination though. And an excuse to sit a bit closer to Pendragon. “Sure, why not?” Not to add that Pendragon smiled to him. “I can’t say I know a whole lot about it but you just need to tell me what you want me to do and if I can help, I will.”