Silas's heart stopped dead in his chest for a few solid beats before it started once again at a dangerously fast pace, his jaw went slack and dropped. He must look like a fool, completely stunned, with burning red cheeks, frozen to the spot. How could Daria like him? She hardly even knew him, he hardly knew himself? Nobody had ever loved him, not even his own parents, not that he remembered them much. Then before, he could even register what was going on, Daria was jumping up, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms tangling around his neck. Acting almost on instinct alone, Silas caught her, his arms supporting her frame, his mouth meeting hers. He didn't pull away. Although he didn't entirely know why. Perhaps it was because he had secretly wanted Daria to say that, or perhaps it was because he had been considering telling her the same thing. In any case, he didn't pull away. If anything, he leant into the kiss, the taste of her lips better then anything he had ever tasted before. She was like a drug and he was her biggest addict.

Ari's jaw softly dropped.. shes looking at me Ari thought, stupidly his black puffy hair covering his eyes, which is doing a pretty good job of hiding ari's red face ari nervously started to scratch his wrist a very wonderful habit he has to live with.

".. your her.. I MEAN!... hi"

After a few minutes, Daria reluctantly pulled away, she looked at Silas for a moment, with hearts in her eyes.

"So... will you be my boyfriend?" Daria mumbled softly as she buried her face in his neck.

Silas was completely lost in the kiss, in the feeling of Daria's lips moving against his own. He couldn't remember his dreams last night, but he knew that this was better than anything he could have imagined. He allowed Daria to pull away from the kiss, despite how some part of him wanted to bring her soft, sweet lips back against his own and never let her leave. To be honest, he was breathless, in more ways than one, stunned, confused, but oh so happy, so very, very happy. He laughed softly at her question, a rumble that vibrated in his chest, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips. His first genuine smile in what felt like forever. "Only if you'll be my girlfriend," he responded, his tone gentle for once, not guarded, not cold, just real, genuine.

"Then, yes it is," Daria chuckled softly, giving his neck a small peck. "So what should we do now?"

Silas grinned widely at her response, his perfect white teeth flashing in the light of the hallway, his heart skipping a beat at her words. Girlfriend. The title felt foreign to him. Yet it also felt right, perfect. She was his girlfriend, and he would kill anyone who so much as touched a hair on her head without his permission. He hummed in approval as he kissed him on the neck, a mischievous grin taking over his face. "We could always skip class," he purred, returning the kiss with one on her cheek. "Stay in my room, get to know each other a little more. Make out until neither of us can breathe anymore," he hummed, pulling away to meet her gaze, keeping her held securely in his arms. "What do you think about that idea?"

"Sounds perfect to me, then." Daria chuckles.

Silas's grin only seemed to widen if that was even possible, his smile turning wolfish as he tore his grey eyes away from Daria to look around the hall to make sure there was nobody watching them. His eyes lingered on a pair of people: that girl he had seen at the gates of the school on the first day, and that strange boy who had tripped him. None of them would be any trouble, he figured. Then when he was sure, he turned in one swift movement and walked back into his room, kicking the door shut behind them and laying Daria down on the bed, pressing his lips against hers once again the first chance that he got.

Daria tangled her fingers in his hair and kissed him back. She knew she would enjoy being Silas' girlfriend. And she hope he would enjoy being her boyfriend.

Silas felt a shiver crawl up his spine as Daria's fingers tangled in his dark locks, his own hands holding her in place. One around her hip, pinning her to the bed, his other free hand moving up to tangle in the delicate locks of her hair. "You're beautiful," he whispered against her lips, his teeth gently grazing on her bottom lip, not wanting to hurt her, but desperate for more. More of her taste, her voice, anything that she was willing to give him, he wanted.

Ari was getting nervous this was her the girl of..well not his dreams but she's still the girls and ..ari couldn't even think normal \\

"..what did you say your name was again"

"You're beautiful, as well..." Daria whispered against his lips. God, she was so in love with him, and it showed, how did she already get her way into his bed, making out with him? It didn't matter, because nothing but pure love rushed in her mind.

(nvm, ignore this)

Silas grinned against her lips at her words, his heart fluttering in his chest at the way she spoke to him. Nobody had ever called him beautiful before, but from Daria's lips, he would kill to hear her say it once more in that perfect voice of hers. He pulled out of the kiss, moving to trail kisses along her jawline, down her neck, savouring the taste of her skin on his lips, all of the pretty sounds that she made for him. He had only known her for a matter of days, yet she already had him wrapped around her little finger and he honestly had no place he would rather be.

Daria ran her fingers through Silas' hair as he did so. She had never been touched like this, let alone by the boy she so adored. She didn't want it to stop, but how would she tell him that she's inexperienced without ruining this oh so perfect moment? She shuddered slightly, not from his touch but from the thoughts plaguing her mind now.

Silas continued to press soft, tender kisses along Daria's neck, cheek, her jaw, and collarbone. Groaning, a deep rumble in his chest at the feeling of her fingers running through his dark hair. Fuck, she was perfect. In every sense. In every possible way that he could think of. But despite the heat of the moment, he noticed that something was off; she wasn't exactly here, in the moment with him. "Daria~" he whispered, slightly out of breath, her name like honey on his tongue, sweet and delicious. "You okay darling," he hummed, continuing to kiss her, although gentler now, her attention divided, half focused on worshipping her, and the other half waiting to hear her response. Was she already regretting this? Had he already fucked it all up?

"I am, but..." Daria couldn't even bring herself to say it. What would he think? What would he say? Will he abandon her? No, she didn't want that, she feared abandonment like the plague. "Just continue.."

Silas's grey eyes snapped towards her face as Daria spoke, his heart sinking at her tone of voice. Something was wrong; he could feel it. Could sense it on her. Although he continued to press kisses to her skin, giving her time to think. However, when she spoke again, it wasn't what he expected. It wasn't an answer. She was deflecting. She didn't trust him. Fair enough, he didn't trust himself even on a good day. Let alone, she had only known him for a few days. He wouldn't push her. That would get them nowhere. "Okay~" he hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to her throat, then her jaw, then her cheek, before pressing his lips to hers once again.

Daria ran her hand up and down Silas' back, she knows she should still tell him, but this, it felt like heaven being in Silas' arms now. As Silas returned to kissing Daria, she decided she would tell him, whether he wanted to hear it or not. "I-I... I'm inexperienced..." she whispered against his lips. She cringed on the inside from how stupid it sounded.

@Veilsight

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As Daria and Silas made love, with Silas helping her with the utmost care, and got to know each other in his dorm room, and Ari develops feelings for Ophelia, the school continued that hum, though things might not be the same after a romance fully flowered. Will Daria and Silas' love reach the ears of the cliques in the Academy? Will Ari find love in Ophelia? Will the Academy reveal its true darkness in the form of something wretched and ugly? Only to find out, in the next day...