Talk to me of the world, brilliant man.
Who: Cyrus, Voile, potentially Jupiter~
When: Backdated to Yesterday~
Where: The Library
What: Cyrus hasn't been to the library yet and Voile, being the sweet and nice girl she is, is more than willing to show him around.
Warnings: Pfft. None, most likely.
I'm happy he's decided to let me show him to the library. I don't think he realises it. I don't think he knows it. I probably shouldn't let him know.
She wore a beam. Well, it started out as a beam the moment Cyrus had agreed to meet with her. She didn't quite understand it. When Cyrus looked at her, he looked at her so intently that he made it seem like she was the only one in the world worth paying attention to. She'd never been treated that way by anyone. It was flattering and it would have been a lie for her to say that she didn't like it.
In the back of her mind though, she was reminding herself to maintain a positive image, which meant being reserved and careful and thoughtful. That was the natural her, after all. She just always got into such a good mood when she was talking to Cyrus. He was a strange man, all right, and she couldn't say she understood him real well, but when he spoke, it was like he voiced a lot of her feelings so easily. They saw eye-to-eye on a lot of things. Or, she thought they saw eye-to-eye. Maybe it was all one-sided.
She was afraid to find out the truth on that.
Voile clutched a notebook to her chest, the same one she always carried with her to her classes. She stood outside the entrance to the library, wandered back and forth in the hall, and adjusted her leafy hair, her spikes, and anything else she thought had fallen out of place. She could wait, but the more she did, the more nervous she became.
When: Backdated to Yesterday~
Where: The Library
What: Cyrus hasn't been to the library yet and Voile, being the sweet and nice girl she is, is more than willing to show him around.
Warnings: Pfft. None, most likely.
I'm happy he's decided to let me show him to the library. I don't think he realises it. I don't think he knows it. I probably shouldn't let him know.
She wore a beam. Well, it started out as a beam the moment Cyrus had agreed to meet with her. She didn't quite understand it. When Cyrus looked at her, he looked at her so intently that he made it seem like she was the only one in the world worth paying attention to. She'd never been treated that way by anyone. It was flattering and it would have been a lie for her to say that she didn't like it.
In the back of her mind though, she was reminding herself to maintain a positive image, which meant being reserved and careful and thoughtful. That was the natural her, after all. She just always got into such a good mood when she was talking to Cyrus. He was a strange man, all right, and she couldn't say she understood him real well, but when he spoke, it was like he voiced a lot of her feelings so easily. They saw eye-to-eye on a lot of things. Or, she thought they saw eye-to-eye. Maybe it was all one-sided.
She was afraid to find out the truth on that.
Voile clutched a notebook to her chest, the same one she always carried with her to her classes. She stood outside the entrance to the library, wandered back and forth in the hall, and adjusted her leafy hair, her spikes, and anything else she thought had fallen out of place. She could wait, but the more she did, the more nervous she became.