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A/N: I have procrastinated so badly on these. There will be more to come, and I'll try to get them done before I do anything else, but I've got, like, eight others to do.
If there is a number in the title, it means that the character (like the character for this one would be Aster) has another personality that will show up in a different, separate intro.
Thanks!

~*~

He crossed his arms.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He growled with a snarky tone, tossing his head so that his long, shaggy blond hair was moved out of his golden black-flecked eyes. There was a jagged red line down the side of his bangs, his rebellion, newly dyed. Chains were wound around his chest and over his shoulders in an 'X' pattern. Despite his ragged appearance, there was a long, dangling earring that hung from his left ear that had a black cross hanging from a loop, and a thin necklace with a similar cross charm that laid loose against his chest.

"You're an idiot, Aster." The other boy scoffed. They both looked about nineteen, but this other boy had a different appearance than the blond-haired one. His brown hair, while shaggy, wasn't colored with dye. His eyes were a clear, crystal blue, bright with suppressed fury.

Aster raised his head, blinking his eyes at the other boy. "Says /you/, Ceres." He muttered.

"Says the Council, you moron!" Ceres snarled, raising his voice slightly as he let some of his anger escape. "You'll be lucky if you aren't kicked out before you Fall if you keep this up!" His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning pale white.

"Chill out." Aster said smoothly, sounding indifferent. He stood from where he had been sitting on the couch and went over to the window, sitting on the sill. It was open and a perfect, slightly cool wind blew in from outside in the courtyard.

"Are you kidding me? You pull a stunt like /that/ and you expect me to chill out?!" Ceres was very obviously trying to control himself. He took a deep, shaky breath and put his hands on his hips. "Just don't do it again, do you understand me?"

"'Course." He gave Ceres his signature charming smile. Ceres just rolled his eyes.

"Alibi?" He asked.

"Always."

"Any motives that they might pick up on?"

"Ceres, my work is not /that/ sloppy." Aster crossed his arms and seemed to pout.

Ceres rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Right." He muttered, casting his eyes down at the pristine white tile floor. He raised his head back to Aster, noticing how the other boy was standing up on the window sill. "Where are you going?" He asked.

Aster had one hand on the window frame to keep himself steady and another in the pocket of his jeans. "Crazy. Wanna come with?"

Ceres gave him a small smile. He knew that kind of answer from Aster only meant trouble. "I guess I have to; I'll have to keep you in line." He joked. White feathery wings sprouted from his shoulder blades, escaping through the slits in his collared shirt. The chains on his jeans swayed slightly.

Aster returned the smile, but his was more of a toothy grin and chock full of mischief. "Let's go then." With a mock salute, he let himself drop backwards out of the third story window. There was a rush of feathers that matched the color of Aster's hair, then something darted up past the window, spiraling gracefully.

"C'mon, Ceres, I don't have all day!" He called with a laugh.

Description
A/N: I have procrastinated so badly on these. There will be more to come, and I'll try to get them done before I do anything else, but I've got, like, eight others to do.
If there is a number in the title, it means that the character (like the character for this one would be Aster) has another personality that will show up in a different, separate intro.
Thanks!

~*~

He crossed his arms.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He growled with a snarky tone, tossing his head so that his long, shaggy blond hair was moved out of his golden black-flecked eyes. There was a jagged red line down the side of his bangs, his rebellion, newly dyed. Chains were wound around his chest and over his shoulders in an 'X' pattern. Despite his ragged appearance, there was a long, dangling earring that hung from his left ear that had a black cross hanging from a loop, and a thin necklace with a similar cross charm that laid loose against his chest.

"You're an idiot, Aster." The other boy scoffed. They both looked about nineteen, but this other boy had a different appearance than the blond-haired one. His brown hair, while shaggy, wasn't colored with dye. His eyes were a clear, crystal blue, bright with suppressed fury.

Aster raised his head, blinking his eyes at the other boy. "Says /you/, Ceres." He muttered.

"Says the Council, you moron!" Ceres snarled, raising his voice slightly as he let some of his anger escape. "You'll be lucky if you aren't kicked out before you Fall if you keep this up!" His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning pale white.

"Chill out." Aster said smoothly, sounding indifferent. He stood from where he had been sitting on the couch and went over to the window, sitting on the sill. It was open and a perfect, slightly cool wind blew in from outside in the courtyard.

"Are you kidding me? You pull a stunt like /that/ and you expect me to chill out?!" Ceres was very obviously trying to control himself. He took a deep, shaky breath and put his hands on his hips. "Just don't do it again, do you understand me?"

"'Course." He gave Ceres his signature charming smile. Ceres just rolled his eyes.

"Alibi?" He asked.

"Always."

"Any motives that they might pick up on?"

"Ceres, my work is not /that/ sloppy." Aster crossed his arms and seemed to pout.

Ceres rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Right." He muttered, casting his eyes down at the pristine white tile floor. He raised his head back to Aster, noticing how the other boy was standing up on the window sill. "Where are you going?" He asked.

Aster had one hand on the window frame to keep himself steady and another in the pocket of his jeans. "Crazy. Wanna come with?"

Ceres gave him a small smile. He knew that kind of answer from Aster only meant trouble. "I guess I have to; I'll have to keep you in line." He joked. White feathery wings sprouted from his shoulder blades, escaping through the slits in his collared shirt. The chains on his jeans swayed slightly.

Aster returned the smile, but his was more of a toothy grin and chock full of mischief. "Let's go then." With a mock salute, he let himself drop backwards out of the third story window. There was a rush of feathers that matched the color of Aster's hair, then something darted up past the window, spiraling gracefully.

"C'mon, Ceres, I don't have all day!" He called with a laugh.