When he awoke for the seconde time, he thought of a million things, coherency streaming his mind and starting the engines of his very unique brain. Out of the millions and millions of streaming thoughts, he pulled out three and processed them:
Where the heck was he?
Why was there loud knocking at “his” door so early?
Where had his snuggle buddy from last night wandered off to?
This third question brought up a million others that he was less than happy to deal with at the minute. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, stretching his arms out as he called entrance; anything to get the noise causing his headache to stop. A girl, obvious older, entered. Her light blue curls were pulled away from her face, her pointed, elf-like ears sowing. She wore a simple peignoir, robe of white, a golden ceinture on her hips. Her eyes were a light gray, like the sun lighting up early morning fog. He watched cautiously as she approached and then practically fainted when she knelt down before him in a respectful bow.
“My lord.”
Her voice was light and airy, like silver bells on snowy winds at Christmas. Her tone held the respect and devotion of a loyal servant. And it freaked him out. Dylan had adjusted to being the oddball in his life, and this girl was treating him like royalty. He realized she was staring.
“What do toi want from me? I have nothing you'd find valuable I swear!!!!”
She blinked and watched him climb up the bookshelf, her face La Reine des Neiges in surprise.
“My lord, please calm down.”
“Calm down my ass!! How about we play a game? toi go hide and I'll pretend to look for you.”
“That game would require plus people, would it not?”
“.....smart ass.”
She merely blinked at him again.
“My lord, I was ordered to come and wake you.”
“Nya! None of that “my lord” stuff! I've seen the shows! I never made a pact with any demons! Wait did I...? NO!! I haven't!!! Now.....shoo!”
She looked at him quizzically.
“Demons call toi lord?”
“...no. Not me personally...”
“You are very animated, my lord.”
He stuck out his tongue and looked around. If he went on the ground, he was sure he'd be beaten par the girl, despite his training over the years. And he couldn't escape using the shadows; who knows what he'd find. The only option was to wait them out. If I stay here long enough, maybe they'll leave me alone.... Instead, someone else walked into the room, someone he recognized...Snuggle buddy?! The dark haired man looked at the situation and smirked. His death-like eyes winked with emotion and he walked further into the room. He blew out a few candles and walked calmly to the bookshelf. The room seemed to buzz for a minute and then it felt like his head cleared.
“Young master, how did toi sleep?”
Dylan watched the other man reach up and take him in his arms. He wanted to pull back, but the scent of familiarity and the warmth around this person made him stay. His eyes drooped a bit.
“Fine. Hey, why were toi in my room last night?”
“Just watching over you. toi were having nightmares again.”
“Was I...?”
The man nodded and set him on the bed.
“You look wiped. Would toi like to sleep some more, master?”
He nodded and snuggled deep into the covers pulled over him.
“But my lord-”
“Ariella, he can talk to them later. Go.”
With a simple nod she left. The other stayed.
“Will toi keep the nightmares away again, Sin?” Dylan murmured, too tired to care how he knew the name ou why he trusted this person.
“As toi wish, master.”
Where the heck was he?
Why was there loud knocking at “his” door so early?
Where had his snuggle buddy from last night wandered off to?
This third question brought up a million others that he was less than happy to deal with at the minute. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, stretching his arms out as he called entrance; anything to get the noise causing his headache to stop. A girl, obvious older, entered. Her light blue curls were pulled away from her face, her pointed, elf-like ears sowing. She wore a simple peignoir, robe of white, a golden ceinture on her hips. Her eyes were a light gray, like the sun lighting up early morning fog. He watched cautiously as she approached and then practically fainted when she knelt down before him in a respectful bow.
“My lord.”
Her voice was light and airy, like silver bells on snowy winds at Christmas. Her tone held the respect and devotion of a loyal servant. And it freaked him out. Dylan had adjusted to being the oddball in his life, and this girl was treating him like royalty. He realized she was staring.
“What do toi want from me? I have nothing you'd find valuable I swear!!!!”
She blinked and watched him climb up the bookshelf, her face La Reine des Neiges in surprise.
“My lord, please calm down.”
“Calm down my ass!! How about we play a game? toi go hide and I'll pretend to look for you.”
“That game would require plus people, would it not?”
“.....smart ass.”
She merely blinked at him again.
“My lord, I was ordered to come and wake you.”
“Nya! None of that “my lord” stuff! I've seen the shows! I never made a pact with any demons! Wait did I...? NO!! I haven't!!! Now.....shoo!”
She looked at him quizzically.
“Demons call toi lord?”
“...no. Not me personally...”
“You are very animated, my lord.”
He stuck out his tongue and looked around. If he went on the ground, he was sure he'd be beaten par the girl, despite his training over the years. And he couldn't escape using the shadows; who knows what he'd find. The only option was to wait them out. If I stay here long enough, maybe they'll leave me alone.... Instead, someone else walked into the room, someone he recognized...Snuggle buddy?! The dark haired man looked at the situation and smirked. His death-like eyes winked with emotion and he walked further into the room. He blew out a few candles and walked calmly to the bookshelf. The room seemed to buzz for a minute and then it felt like his head cleared.
“Young master, how did toi sleep?”
Dylan watched the other man reach up and take him in his arms. He wanted to pull back, but the scent of familiarity and the warmth around this person made him stay. His eyes drooped a bit.
“Fine. Hey, why were toi in my room last night?”
“Just watching over you. toi were having nightmares again.”
“Was I...?”
The man nodded and set him on the bed.
“You look wiped. Would toi like to sleep some more, master?”
He nodded and snuggled deep into the covers pulled over him.
“But my lord-”
“Ariella, he can talk to them later. Go.”
With a simple nod she left. The other stayed.
“Will toi keep the nightmares away again, Sin?” Dylan murmured, too tired to care how he knew the name ou why he trusted this person.
“As toi wish, master.”
Name:Dustin Romanov
age:immortal but appears 17
powers:superspeed,superstrength,reads minds,invulnerability(Babylon wouldn't be able to drain his energy),and Kiss of death
hero costume:a black tuxedo,and white mask shaped like an x
civvies:(doesn't have anything special he has a different pair of civvies each day)
Alias:FreshAir
BG story:Thew jour of his seventeenth birthday he fell off a cliff and died for a few secondes and his mother and father kept praying for God to bring him back and so he brought him back but he brought him back with eternal life as a price added par an evil demon.He can only end his eternal life if he finds the demon and cuts off his head,but for until that jour he has sworn his allegiance to the young justice members...and has a secret crush on Babylon.
P.S he's Russian.
age:immortal but appears 17
powers:superspeed,superstrength,reads minds,invulnerability(Babylon wouldn't be able to drain his energy),and Kiss of death
hero costume:a black tuxedo,and white mask shaped like an x
civvies:(doesn't have anything special he has a different pair of civvies each day)
Alias:FreshAir
BG story:Thew jour of his seventeenth birthday he fell off a cliff and died for a few secondes and his mother and father kept praying for God to bring him back and so he brought him back but he brought him back with eternal life as a price added par an evil demon.He can only end his eternal life if he finds the demon and cuts off his head,but for until that jour he has sworn his allegiance to the young justice members...and has a secret crush on Babylon.
P.S he's Russian.
Name:Shaine Do
age:15
gender:male
Alias:DragonsHeart
powers:transforms into a huge red and black dragon and hypnosis
hero outfit:a red pair of pants and t chemise with black ankle boots and sunglasses
civvies;white t chemise with a black dragon on it and jeans(but he also likes wearing other outfits)
appearance:White hair and red eyes they sometimes change color and he's about 6"5'
BG story:He's Augusts long Lost brother who has been searching for her for years wondering where she might be and finnally finds her at a Starbucks and discovers he has powers just like her and fights along her side against evil.(yes i know they don't have the same last name it's a long story),he's also a former male model.
age:15
gender:male
Alias:DragonsHeart
powers:transforms into a huge red and black dragon and hypnosis
hero outfit:a red pair of pants and t chemise with black ankle boots and sunglasses
civvies;white t chemise with a black dragon on it and jeans(but he also likes wearing other outfits)
appearance:White hair and red eyes they sometimes change color and he's about 6"5'
BG story:He's Augusts long Lost brother who has been searching for her for years wondering where she might be and finnally finds her at a Starbucks and discovers he has powers just like her and fights along her side against evil.(yes i know they don't have the same last name it's a long story),he's also a former male model.