The orphanage is not just an orphanage but a school. Housed and educate children who were either abandoned or street-rats. One place that is warm enough for the children residing here to call home. That is Silvergone orphanage.
The loud laughters of kids echoed through the hallways as the patter of tiny feet rushed towards the dining area. In a matter of seconds twenty-eight of the children had filled up the dining area. The only two kids or rather older kids who didn't go to the dining area.
Soren, his eyes deeper than the ocean. Hair fluffy like black clouds. His gentle and charming demeanour earned him the honourable nickname 'The Angel Of Silvergone.' He is the one older brother that the younger orphans will gather around to hear stories, making flower crowns and most importantly learning magic. Soren himself had water magic. He could manipulate or conjure water just from his fair finger-tips.
Though already eighteen years old. Just like the other older kids before him left. He didn't leave. There's a reason for it though...
"Oi! Crow," a voice said from behind him, "this is all your fault!"
It's Cyrus. Also known as Soren's dilemma. The annoying roommate who is also his academic rival. And for some reason he hates Soren.
"You are one who got your flame-ass in trouble." Soren pushed out of his chair and glanced at Cyrus, a smug smirk appearing on his pale lips. "Besides if you didn't almost lit the entire building on fire. I wouldn't have to spray water on it."
Cyrus rolled his mismatched eyes. His eyes one vivid green and the other a blazing red. His dual ability on earth and fire. He is also the biggest headache of Soren. Though Soren never complained.
He is soft-spoken of course.
"If that little demon didn't pull that prank," Cyrus sighed, plopping down on the bed. "I wouldn't have shot that fire ball on the wall."
"So you agree, that it's your mistake?" Soren smirked.
"No I don't!" Cyrus huffed, sitting up straight, "it was that demon's fault!"
"You mean Marryanne?"
"Yeah whatever."
"You are insufferable." Soren audibly sighed. "Why do you even try to pick fight with kids half your age, dumbass."
Cyrus was just two years younger than him. And already matured and youthful at the same time though a head shorter than Soren. And he doesn't like that he is shorter.
"I don't pick fight with kids," Cyrus growled, "you damn babysitter."
"Hm?" Soren scoffed, "no wonder the kids love me more."
Cyrus rolled his eyes again turning side ways on his bed. Trying to silence Soren from his brain before it exploded into smithereen.
"Give up?" Soren smirked.
Cyrus's jaw clenched as a vein popped out. He abruptly got up abs threw his pillow at Soren's face.
Soren dodged the pillow in time, "aww~ is the little chuwawa getting agitated?" He cooed.
"Shut up," Cyrus lunged, "you piece of-"
Soren stepped out the way with a smirk painting his face. And he bursts out laughing as Cyrus face-plants on Soren's bed.
"Like my scent, pup?" Sore cooed again.
"Fuck you!"
And their never-ending bickering went on through the night up till the first break of dawn. Their probation period may increase but who knows.
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The first morning light peaked through the curtains spilling in like molten gold. It landed straight on Soren's eyes as he stirred awake, stretching his limbs. He jumped out of the bed.
Soren peered at Cyrus's still sleeping face. A smirk appeared on his lips.
"Are you gonna wake up, Chuwawa?" Soren almost lovingly whisperer, "or do you want me to carry you?"
Cyrus groaned at Soren's noisy ass voice and twisted in his bed. "Get lost." He muttered under his breath loud enough for Soren to understand those sleepy words.
Soren shrugged, "whatever you say, pup."
Soren put on his uniform. Which was just a white shirt underneath a brown blazer with intricate black patterns. He normally keeps it buttoned up. He tied his usual bow-tie to his collar.
He took a last look at Cyrus.
Heh, and he says he would surpass me
Soren closed the door lightly and stepped into the hallway. The hallway stretched from one part to the other. Young orphans running around the halls as the floor creaked with every step of their feet.
Soren walked through the hallway, waving back at some younger orphans. Making his way to the breakfast hall.
"Boo!"
Soren jumped back at the chirpy little voice. He knows the only one who would surprise people in the hallways like that.
"Marryanne" Soren scolded lightly, "behave."
"But I liked the way you got so jumpy at my voice." Her brunette hair flared up at she began walking beside Soren.
Soren rolled his eyes at the twelve year old girl. He kept striding forward, "of course you do, Mary."
Marryanne giggled her little grin reaching up to her Emerald green eyes. "I love having fun with people and seeing their expressions."
"Yeah but please tone down on your little pranks." Soren sighed, he knows that Marryanne would never heed his words.
Marryanne giggled "I will try."
Sore smiled at that, "oh one more thing, Mary."
She looked at him, eyes gleaming with pride, "hm?"
"Don't wrap anyone in your vines." Soren ruffled her hair, in doing so he messed up her bow which she wkre as if looking from the front looked much like horns.
Her face fell as she looked at Soren with utter betrayal, "why not?" She countered. "It's fun!"
"Yeah," Soren sighed, "you almost broke Ray's legs."
"Well," Marryanne flipped her hair, "in my defense, he was the one who wanted to play in the vines."
Soren sighed there's no way he would win the argument to Marryanne.