Anti-OTP: Hero/Clarion

[oneclearcall]

Clarion is sitting by the window in a quiet room, gazing, thoughtfully and a little sadly, at nothing in particular; there is a bit of brightly colored paper in his hand.

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[fair_hero]

Hero's eyes shine a little when she catches sight of him, and she hurries in, hopefully, standing in front of the window (the sunlight shines on her hair) and smiling out, a little smile, a smile that makes her look as though she's been caught in a strange place between being a little girl and growing up into a woman, as though her mind is finding a new way to understand things, and she's learning herself over.

[oneclearcall]

He blinks as her shadow falls across him, and looks up with a small, bemused smile. "Well! Good afternoon."

[fair_hero]

She turns her head and smiles at him, giving him a shine all for himself. "Good morrow, sir!"

[oneclearcall]

He stands politely, tucking the paper away into a pocket. "And how are you?"