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It took a few minutes, but the Institute door finally opened. Standing in the doorway was a young man, probably around eighteen or nineteen years of age. He was pretty tall, about 6'0, though he looked small in the doorway. His golden blonde hair was wet, as though he just came from a shower. He was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and that was it. In his hand, a dark blue towel was clutched and he rubbed at his hair with it, "Hello," Colden Ravenscar murmured, his bright blue eyes flicking up and down the stranger, "Who are you?"
Dark brown-black eyes peered at Colden like he was a stranger - ahem, that was because he was a stranger.
Black hair dyed red slid over his eyes, framing his face in long wisps.
His creamy complexion stuck out with his hair, his eyes.
His everything.
Black leather pants hugged his legs, black Converse with red laces adorning his feet. A black shirt with a mans button-up thrown carelessly over it, the center button stuck through the hole. The button-up was dark, dark red, nearly black but not quite.
Matchy-matchy.
And definitely a boy to ravish.
Why was he Asian-looking and Irish-sounding?
Because his mother was Irish and Brittish, his father Asian and Korean.
He had been raised in Ireland, and had adopted Gaelic as his native tongue.
He kept his looks, and treasured them.
The star earring in his lobe flashed dully as he spoke, thick pink-red lips pursing.
"I'm Asher Thorne. Lookin for a place to stay, mate. Do you mind?"
Colden quirked an eyebrow and draped the towel over his shoulder, "You're a Shadowhunter," he stated rather than asked. It was obvious, because Mundanes couldn't see the Institute, let alone knock on the door. He stepped aside after a moment, gesturing the Asian boy inside, "I'm Colden Ravenscar. Just call me Cole. Where'd you live before this, Asher?"
"I wasn't asking," Colden closed the front doors and they locked automatically. His own tattoos were on display, dark against his peach colored skin. Scratching his left pectoral muscle lightly, he cocked his head, "You had to become one of us somewhere. Which Institute?"
"Caring was never part of it," Cole responded, shrugging one shoulder, "You're a total stranger. I can't just let you live here on a whim. If we don't know you, we can't trust you."
Colden could detect the annoyance in his voice and he immediately smirked, "Of course, follow me~" he replied, turning and heading down the long corridor.
"It's my pleasure, Asher," He purred, obviously poking fun at the other male. It would be amusing to have this guy around. He had a short temper and it would provide Colden with some entertainment.
There was a small snicker from the hallway as Colden turned around and headed back to his own room. This newbie was interesting, to say the least. He was not boring, so Cole wouldn't mind if he found permanent residence here. He'd been...lonely for a while now.
The blonde Shadowhunter was currently in his room, though he was not alone. A tall, dark-haired man was with him, both of them conversing in low voices. Colden paused when he heard noise in the hallway and held up a finger. The other man listened too, "Who it th-"
"Shh!" Colden covered the guy's mouth and squinted his eyes, as if that would help his hearing, "I wanna hear."
"So this is that new guy?" Both males were standing just around the corner when Asher turned. The taller, dark haired one grinned, his teeth impossibly bright in the low light. A pair of yellow cat eyes twinkled down at Asher, "He's not bad looking, if you ask me."
Colden shrugged, "I'd watch what you say, Ezekiel. He's more likely to punch you in the face. Or at least slam a door in it."
"Blondie, I don't need you telling me what to do. We're not married."
"Cold, just like you said," Ezekiel placed his hand over his heart and feigned pain, "I was just leaving anyways. I'll be in touch, Blondie. Answer my calls because I don't call twice." He turned and headed down the hall, heeled boots clicking quietly.
Colden rolled his eyes and stepped aside for Asher, "Be my guest, Princess. Just thought I'd see what was making all this noise so late."