the lawn - tuesday morning before classes - 3/25

[new_to_liirness]

It was a bit chilly out, but Liir was on the lawn with notebook in hand. He was attempting something of an experiment, mostly since his previous attempts at writing a letter back to his-- to Shell had proved a miserable failure. As such, he was both working on some math and budgeting while trying to write the letter; some of his magic texts had

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[vkandis_son]

Karal was on his way back from feeding Trenor, and not paying a great deal of attention to anything, when it was caught by a familiar flash of colour. Which was wrapped around a familiar person.

He debated briefly with himself, thinking of what he'd said to Andrew, then walked over and sank down to sit in front of him. "Good morning," he said quietly, giving Liir a small smile. "I've a desk you could use if you liked."

[new_to_liirness]

He looked up and gave Karal a slightly bashful smile.

"Thank you," he said. He wrapped the cloak a little tighter, looking down at the folds around his arm before glancing back at Karal.

The cloak seemed warmer now, almost as if Karal's presence made it more competant, and for some reason as he looked across at his brother, he was reminded intensely of their first meeting. Of the offer of Karal's own cloak, how skittish and distrustful he'd been of everything but especially Karal. It had been, he realized a moment later, on this very lawn that they'd met.

"Just because you're used to something, doesn't mean you must continue to live that way and no other."

Hadn't that proved true enough?

"And I'll help you in any way I can, you have my word."

...true enough as well.

He quirked his lips and made a very decisive sort of grunt before moving around to sit next to Karal

[vkandis_son]

"To make the writing easier," he explained with a slightly larger smile, turning a little to face Liir. "The physical act, anyway, even if the actual words are no easier to craft." He paused for a moment. "May I ask who you're writing?"

[new_to_liirness]

He blinked as he realized he hadn't actually told Karal about the letter.

"My--" he reconsidered his words "someone who claims to be my Uncle. He's the Witch's brother, anyway, and you'll never find a worse scoundrel in all of Oz that I've seen."

His teeth, by the end, were gritted.

"He sent me a letter in his style" which meant it sounded friendly and jovial until you considered the implications "and I want to send him one back to let him know that whatever he is, I want nothing to do with him."

His fingers wrapped in the cloak before he reached tentatively out with the other hand to-- he hardly knew, but he also knew he hadn't actually touched Karal for what felt like ages and that, right at this moment, felt very wrong somehow. Even if the pat to the arm would be somewhat awkward, it was necessary, as far as he was concerned. If he was allowed, anyway.

A lot of the past few days felt very silly right along with it. No, if he was honest, it'd been plain stupid. He considered how to apologize.

[rebelheartalien]

"Kind of cold out here", Michael observed, stopping as he left the dorms for work.

[new_to_liirness]

He nodded and looked up.

"I need the focus," he said.

"Hello, Michael. I owe you a thank you."

[rebelheartalien]

"...for healing Andrew?" He waved it off. "He needed it. Max would've done better."

[new_to_liirness]

"What someone else would or wouldn't have done is rather moot," he pointed out softly. "You helped Andrew. So I thank you. I was worried sick about him, honestly, but I didn't want to force."

[withoutverona]

It had been, Romeo realized, a long time since he even said hello to Liir, so he nodded a distracted kind of greeting (he was largely preoccupied worrying that Professor Biff might make them reenact the crucifixion in honor of Easter) as he walked by on his way to class.

"Good day."

[new_to_liirness]

He smiled up at the voice; distractions, right now, were lovely.

"Hello," he said in reply. "How are you? How have you been, incidentally? It's been a while."

[withoutverona]

Any excuse not to rush to religions class was a good one. "Well enough," Romeo answered, returning the smile. "Unless, of course, one counts the angels over-heavily. Or the pudding."

"Or, he had to add, "the detention. But all else goes well. And you?"

[new_to_liirness]

"Pudding?"

He'd rather not discuss the angels or detention, honestly. But pudding seemed safe.