Eyros seemed to be having difficulty keeping his flame going, as it would flicker out and he'd spend a couple of moments coughing smoke before it would reignite itself and he’d be up and moving again.
Once they got to his dorm, eyros shifted back and got some leftovers for Raphael to eat “ here “
Raphael looked over at the hellhound with worry. He'd never seen anything like this before. He just padded along the hall, head down and staring at the patterns on the ground. Such interesting things to put on the ground. He looked up, stopping as Eyros nudged open the door to his dorm. Even though Eyros had shifted back, Raphael was still hesitant. He then entered the hound's dorm, shifting back. He flinched back when food was given to him. "What is it?"
“ tattor tot casserole, “ he said and handed Raphael the bowl “ please, eat, “ he said and have a pleading look
Raphael gave Eyros a concerned glance. "Uh, thank you for offering me food.. sir." He paused. "But I am on a diet of strictly meat. My aunt thought me a cold-blooded killer for it, but it's preference." He shrugged—and then faltering at Eyros' pleading gaze. "On a second thought—I don't think a little potato will hurt.." He looked down at the down, scrunching up his face, and eating some of the casserole, reluctantly swallowing it.
(Edit: I know I said Raphael was a light element, but I think I'll switch him to a shadowy element to fit his arc)
(ok!) eyros gave a soft smile, a change from his usual doom and gloom. “ I can try and cook some meat tonight if you wish to eat dinner with me?” he asked, his face flushed a bit before he shook off the thought
Raphael gave the boy a kind smile. "Uhh, that's not a problem.. I like raw rabbit anyway." He was shocked at how nice Eyros was being, especially after trying to kill him. And that other guy? Raphael didn't trust. "Uhhh, yeah..I can. It's not like I have anywhere else to go— well, other than to my dorm." The invitation had caught him off guard, but it was nice to think someone might enjoy his company. "My name if Raphael, but you can call me Raf or Rafe. Either works."
“ well,raf I'm really sorry for today.. If you haven't notice.. I act on instinct and sometimes it can cause me to get out of hand.. “ he said and shook his head “ I really shouldn't trust Leo..”
Raf put the bowl of casserole somewhere suitable in the kitchen. “I accept your apology for the second time today.” He giggled. “We all get those instincts. I can’t control my hunting instincts, but that’s because I’m still young. They told me as I get older, it gets better” Raf seemed unsure about that statement. He was usually a rowdy and wild kid, but Eyros’ anger had shocked him into quiet and scared. Would he resurface again? “The kid that tried to come between us. He looked mean.”
“ he's only mean because he knows how to kill a hell hound, “ he said and looked down “ and I think that's what he was trying to do.”
Eyros hadn't even admitted it to himself but there could have been no other explanation
“ put out our hellfire, and stab us through the heart” he whispered
Raf went quiet for a good minute, thinking of what to say. “So we have a killer in our mists? Because I don’t like killers.” He chirped, looking down at his hands with perpetual sadness. He sighed, looking up at Eyros. “But why would he want to do something like that? You’re not some puppy that needs to be put down.”
“ I'm a hell hound! the son of satan himself! Why would people not wanna kill me!” he said, looking sad “ they treat me as if I chose to be the bringer of death. “
“Well…you said it yourself. They don’t like your kind or your daddy.” Raf shrugged. “I have nothing against you. I mean, I’ve been closer to death then you’d ever bring me.” He didn’t know what to say or what he could possibly do. “Uh, odd question, but what type of school is this..?”
“ it's a school for magic users. People are just born with power or were made out of the unwilling “
The corners of his mouth pulled into a frown. “She just had to rub it in. I’m an unusual werewolf. We’re not supposed to have an elemental powers. You’re a Hellhound, it’s acceptable. But for me? No. It was the same for my dad. Werewolves don’t like individuals that break the normality.” And then he furrowed his brow, sitting in any available chair. “What does ‘were made out of the unwilling' mean?”
“ hell hound are not simply born. People sell their souls or their unborn childs soul “ he wispered
Raf blinked at him blankly for a good minute. “Who sold your soul to the devil? Were you unwanted like me. My aunt threw my in here so she didn’t have to deal with after my parents disappeared.”
“ my mother sold it, for her husband back.”
“That’s harsh. I wouldn’t trade my child’s soul for anything.” He paused, leaning his head against his hand. “So..does that just automatically make you kiddo of the devil? I don’t understand how that works?”
“ the devil took me in, he felt the same way and also needed a heir to his throne.”
Raf stiffened. “Well—if I piss you off, I won’t wind up dead will I? I like living—to an extent.” He shook his head, messing up his hair and tangling it again. “Some heirs can be dangerous to befriend.”
“ If you make me that mad, I wouldn't advise touching me. But otherwise, you will be fine,” he said
Raf gave a little nod. “Do not touch if mad. I do not wish to be murdered.” Sighing, he lifted his head up, staring at the boy with a solemn face. “So, now what? Are we going to chill here for the time being?”
“ if you would like”
Soon Leo texted rafe, having gotten his number somehow ( for plot convince ) “hey! We got a bet going around for four hundred dollars if anyone can get the hound down in bed!”
Raf looked down at the table, picking up his phone as it buzzed. He looked at conspicuous text sent by an unsaved number. What does Raf do? He texts “No :)”
“look, it's Leo! I saved you from him! I think you can do it, plus I already told everyone you would.”