(the night is young)``lucas

[PRYCE ANTHONY MOON]

It was the middle of the night... Pryce couldn't sleep..all his mind could think about was Lucas. He sighed, and made his way out of the boys dorm and through the Ravenclaw common room, it was empty he hadn't expected it to to be full it was around 1am. He sighed and made his way quietly through the corridor's of the school. He knew the routes to take to aviod the prefects from late night runs from the libary. However tonight. He just wanted to go outside.. and run..

Finally through the school he came out on the steps and jumped off, Pryce transformed into his werewolf form mid air and just ran. Being born a werewolf it was a natural gift to be able to transform without the moon being full. He ran through the grounds of the school and stopped suddenly when a tree branch came crashing down at him. "Oh this would be a fun game" He thought to himself. Pryce began, to run around the tree howling at it as it tried to catch the wolf that was now dodging every, branch that came down at him.

He howled at the tree, amusement, he started to bark at it, as if he was taunting it. The tree in fact took it as a taunt and started to move around wildly trying to crush the pestering wolf. Pryce jumped and dodged its every movement. Finally just sitting downing just out of the tree's reach. He panted. That was when his ears picked up someone near by.. He curiously started to sniff around, him as he tried to figure out who or what it was..

[LUCAS ARMAND DELACROIX]

It was no wonder he couldn’t sleep, really. He hadn’t been able to think of much besides Pryce since meeting him, and he dreamt about him and saw him everywhere. So instead of nurturing his own fantasies and giving himself hope of getting with the straight guy he’d befriended, he decided to try and stay away until his attraction wore off.

Still, sneaking out in the middle of the night for a soothing walk had become a habit for him. Madam Maxime couldn’t dream of it, she wouldn’t like the idea of one of her students wandering outside in the middle of the night, but he would deal with that if and when he had to.

As he stepped out of the giant carriage he was sleeping in along with the rest of the Beauxbatons students he brought a cigarette to his lips and lit it, then wrapping his arms around himself tight to avoid turning into a popsicle.

As he walked slowly around the school, he heard loud howling coming from where that crazy live tree was, and headed there to see what it was. As he got close, he saw the biggest wolf ever sitting by the tree quietly.

Lucas mouth opened and he stopped dead. His cigarette fell out of his mouth and his arms dropped to the side. The wolf, or werewolf, had already noticed him, he was sniffing around and soon enough he would notice Luke standing there. But why couldn’t Luke run? He knew he had to, but he couldn’t bring himself to!

Instead he just stood there, hoping nothing would happen to him.

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[PRYCE ANTHONY MOON]

Pryce's nose caught the scent of the whom it was... his mind remembered this scent... vaguely he tried to hold onto the remaining bit of human inside himself as his green eyes fell on the boy... that haunted his very thoughts. Lucas. He sat there for a moment watching.. before he let himself trot over to him.. his tail between his legs in a submissive way... showing that he wasn't going to attack. His head lowered he whimpered softly.

Pryce sat himself down in front of Lucas and let out a playful yelp. He licked Lucas' boot lightly with his tounge before rolling over on his back. Pryce was going to have fun with this. He would see if Lucas would play with him.. before knowing who he really was. Her barked softly as he rolled around on his back in front of Lucas. It amused him this boy was in fact his crush.. the boy he couldn't get his mind off.. if he chose to he'd turn him into a werewolf right now.. but no. He wouldn't do such things to someone he possibly loved. Lucas would have to want to be a werewolf for Pryce to turn him.

He finally stopped rolling around and just laid there on his back. His green wolf wolf eyes looking at Lucas. Hopping for a tummy rub. That would be nice. Pryce felt like an overgrown puppy right now. It was a pleasant feeling.. he yipped softly once more as he panted softly, waiting for Lucas to make a move.

[LUCAS ARMAND DELACROIX]

When Luke finally gathered the courage to walk away, it was too late. Just as he took his first step backwards the werewolf locked eyes with him, and scared as Luke was for his life, there was a certain familiarity about those eyes.

Luke remained where he was, frozen in fear, as the creature came over to him and yelped. Luke jumped not so discretely when he heard the sound and his heart rate increased absurdly, and when the werewolf lowered his head and licked Luke’s boot, it only worked to send him further into confusion land.

But then something odd happened: the creature began playing around. It rolled back and forth and looked at Luke; he now looked more like an overly large dog than a mythical killer creature. As he stopped rolling he laid on his back and looked at Luke.

Luke still wasn’t sure where he knew those green eyes from, but they were so familiar! ”Do… you want a belly rub?” Luke asked, lowering down next to the human-sized puppy and started scratching its belly. Soon, Luke was laughing his musical laugh as he played around with the werewolf, and then it struck him, he knew where he knew those green eyes from!

It was the very same pair of eyes that had been a constant presence in his dreams for the last few days. He stood up, an expression of shock carving his angelic features. ”P…Pryce?” he asked in a low voice, almost a whisper. He didn’t even know if the man had a way of answering while in that form, but he knew for a fact he was right about who it was, and the thought of him playing around with his crush made him blush very deeply.

[PRYCE ANTHONY MOON]

Pryce was in fact very happy that Lucas wasn't running away from him. He was very happy with getting his belly rubbed. He panted, with his tongue hanging out, as leg twitched. He was really starting to enjoy the attention. Never had he gotten so much attention in his werewolf form. Not even from Natalie.. he didn't want her near him when he'd transform.. no he didn't want to risk her getting hurt.. but something here.. now felt different..Pryce wasn't too sure what it was. But his green eyes stared at Lucas curiously, when he backed away suddenly.

Just as he rolled back over so that he was laying on his stomach now panting. He heard his name. "Pryce" His ears perked up at the name of the human that he was. "You weren't supposed to figure it out so soon" He thought to himself wagging his tail he as he laid there. He thought for a moment... of what he could do.. to tell Lucas .. or show him for that matter the he.. this fluffy over sized mutt was in fact Pryce.

Then without another thought Pryce, pounced him..plop right on the lightly snow covered ground. He licked his cheeks affectionately with his tongue. "This is okay, I can get away with this.. without saying that I'm bi... just yet..dogs do this" He thought to himself. If a werewolf could blush he'd have the brightest blush on his fluff covered cheeks. After a moment he stopped and backed way.. he felt a bit of embarrassment come over him.

Pryce suddenly dashed into the opening under the tree that tried to take a whack at him as he zoomed under it. A few feet inside the opening he transformed back.. into himself.. and he had the most brightest blush on his cheeks in that moment. He quickly pulled his wand out of his back pocket and repaired a few rips on his shirt from when he transformed. Just in a long sleeved shirt and some jeans.. he sat himself down in the dirt.. thinking he should go out there and explain himself or what..

[LUCAS ARMAND DELACROIX]

The idea of playing with na oversized puppy who was inches away from being a flawless killing machine didn’t bother Luke as much when he figured out who it was. Of course, he still didn’t know the toll that would take on their… whatever it was, but he would cross that bridge when he got to it,

Then out of nowhere, he was laying down on the snow covered ground and getting licked all over his face by the guy who’d been prancing around in his head ever since they first met. Luke put his hands on Pryce’s furry face and stroked it gently, playing with him as if he was indeed a dog.

But then he stopped. Backing away ever so slowly, he suddenly turned around and hurried away, dodging the branches that came at him and disappearing for a few moments. Luke walked around the tree, keeping a safe distance and looking for Pryce.

”Pryce?” he called in a harsh whisper, not wanting to be loud. ”Pryce!” he repeated himself, a little louder. Now that he was alone, fear of getting caught actually struck him, not to mention the thought that if Pryce was werewolfing around, odds were, there would be more, and Lucas was too young and pretty to die!

[PRYCE ANTHONY MOON]

Pryce sat there inside the tree hugging his knees. As he thought of what he should do. He heard his name loudly outside the tree. He could see the tree, moving about. He sighed, and stood up.. "might as well face him.. tell him that I am a werewolf.. maybe.. Pryce thought to himself.. stopping his thoughts before he got too carried away. He was shoeless as he stepped out into the snow. He raisied is wand. "Immobolus" He called out. The tree froze. He stood there staring at Lucas not knowing what to say. He put his wand back in his pocket and scratched the back of his head, messing up his already somewhat messed brown locks.

"I suppose I should explain myself.." Pryce said softly.. his green eyes on Lucas. He felt flushed and not sure what to say. He wiggled his toes in the cool snow. It felt nice under his feet. One of the perks about being a werewolf was that you were warmer and didn't need to worry to much about warm clothes during the winter. Biting his lip he thought for a moment, longer. Finally he spoke. "I am a werewolf.. Lucas.. I was born one... along with my .. twin.. sister.. and younger brother.. I have complete control over it.. there's nothing to worry about..." He trailed off.. not saying anything more.

He waited and watched Lucas... for him to say something. Pryce thought perhaps he should say something about how he liked him.. how he'd been thinking about him.. how he'd been wanting to kiss him.. since they first met. No. That was silly this boy most likely wasn't interested in Pryce in that way. He wiggled his toes and bit his lip nervously as he waited for to hear Lucas' voice.

[LUCAS ARMAND DELACROIX]

That was all too much for Lucas. He was spending the year away from his school, he was far from everything he knew, he had nurtured a crush on a guy that he’d only met once, and found out that that very same guy was a werewolf.

Luke waited patiently for Pryce to come out, but every second dragged along as slowly as it possibly could, making a couple of minutes worth of waiting feel like years. Soon enough Pryce came out from behind the –creepily frozen- tree. Lucas expression brightened up noticeably; he was happy to see Pryce and couldn’t hide it if he tried.

Pryce took a few awkward steps towards Luke, probably thinking of how to explain himself. Luke listened intently to him speak, taking in every word and putting his hands deep into his pockets as he waited for Pryce to finish.

”Makes sense…” Luke started, moving closer to him, up until he was so close, he could feel the heat emanating from Pryce’s body. ”thank you… for not killing me, by the way.” Lucas said, chuckling softly. ”And way to lick my face, too! Definitely gave ‘french kissing’ a whole new meaning.” he said, laughing softly and feeling a small chill run up and down his body because of the cold.

”But what do you say… we get out of here… and I’ll let you give the kiss another shot.” he said, looking into Pryce’s gorgeous eyes and motioning towards nowhere in particular with his head.

[PRYCE ANTHONY MOON]

A blush came over Pryce's cheeks. He wasn't sure what to say now.. french kissing? and going someplace to actually kiss? Was this guy for real? Pryce tried to think of something.. anything to say.. "umm.." he managed to mutter.. things were easier in his wolf form.. right now.. he didn't have to speak.. Did he want to kiss him.. that was a yes.. but he felt like that perhaps now he should just run off and hide some place.. no...

That was rude... Pryce cleared his throat.. "I know a place.." He said softly, much softer that he had been speaking a few moments before. He took a deep breathe and grabbed Lucas' hand turned back towards the opening of the, of the tree.. pulling the other boy inside with him leading him down the long hall to the shrieking shack.

Once there he spoke, as he slipped his hand out the other boys it had gotten kinda clammy. Pryce blushed lightly. "They say this is the most haunted building in Great Britain.. but its not at all." He told him, as he moved his hand up and ran it through his brown locks.. Pryce thought for a moment as his green eyes watched Lucas.

"Upstairs there's a room a room with a piano and... a bed" his voice got lower at the point.. when he said bed. He stood there shuffling his bare feet beneath him as he waited for Lucas to speak.

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[LUCAS ARMAND DELACROIX]

Luke always told himself he should watch his behavior. Of course, his sassy attitude was cute to a certain point, but he’d obviously made Pryce uncomfortable! That’s far from what he had in mind, and although he hoped things would work out, if they didn’t, he’d have to live with the guilt, for he felt like his overly flirty action had been over the top.

Pryce cleared his throat and Luke felt himself blushing deeply. What he didn’t expect was to actually hear Pryce saying he knew a place, than take him by the hand and lead him to it. They walked around the creepy fighting tree, Luke was very apprehensive, afraid that the tree might come back to life and beat them up.

They crawled through a hole behind it and followed a hallway that lead to what Luke assumed to be the place Pryce had mentioned. He noticed how Pryce’s hand was clammy, a clear sign of nervousness, and once again, Luke blamed himself for it, he couldn’t help but to feel like he’d put Pryce in an awkward place.

Luke looked around as Pryce mentioned the fact that that was the most haunted building in all of Britain but that it wasn’t haunted at all. He didn’t want to elaborate on that just yet, but made a mental note to ask what he meant at some other point.

He smiled softly as Pryce mentioned the upstairs room with a piano. Luke loved playing the piano, but as the sentence was over, at which point Pryce had lowered his voice absurdly, Luke looked down at his own feet.

He took a deep breath and moved on closer to Pryce. ”Look… in reality, I’ve sort of been nurturing a crush on you since we met, and… I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, alright?” he asked, then looked up at Pryce’s angelic face, putting his hand on the boy’s lower arm. He noticed how warm it was; clearly a perk from being a werewolf since nobody one hundred percent normal would be that hot in such weather.

”We can leave right now if you want to. Or… maybe after I play a song for you.” he finished, smiling warmly and hoping he sounded genuine.