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Coffee Dates || Lyra and Matt

Lyra cocked her head at the menu, looking at it speculatively. She’d never been there before, but they definitely had some yummy sounding options, and she unconsciously leaned closer to Matt while she considered. “There’s a caramel mocha, um, thing? It sounds pretty good,” she suggested, although it almost sounded like a question, even to her own ears. She already knew that she wanted some kind of tea or latte, knowing that she was going to need the familiar taste to keep her nerves under control. Still, since he hadn’t objected to her touching his hand… Lyra summoned as much of her courage as she could, and tentatively reached out to link their fingers. It felt unbelievably sweet, to hold Matt’s hand, and a smile instantly found it’s way onto her face. “They also have a pumpkin spice latte, which is really good, from my experience.” She offered once more, glancing at him from the corner of her eyes.

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Matt couldn't stop a smile from tugging at the corners of his lips as he felt Lyra reaching closer to finally hold his hand, his fingers finding home between Lyra's own. He smiled softly as he let his thumb brush softly against the back of her hand, feeling his skin light up. It felt different to him, he saw the world in a different way than everyone else, his senses heightened to the point that they could become quite overwhelming and unpleasant, but it was far from that as he felt Lyra's soft skin against his. Each point of contact was like fire through his skin, leaving him craving more. "Pumpkin spice sounds rather nice, I think I'll take your word for it and order one." He replied, smiling lightly and giving her a soft nod in agreement. "Do you know what you want?" He asked her as the girl in front of them moved away from the line, letting them step forward. He had to let go of Lyra's hand in order for him to take out his wallet to pay for the drinks, but his hand found its way back towards hers as soon as he took it out.

#para: coffee dates #water lotus

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Busted || Felicia & Matt

This was beyond annoying. Here it was, Christmas Day, and Felicia was stuck in her room, guarded at the doors. She had nothing to do, no one to spend it with, and she was miserable. She also did not want to hear shit from people telling her that it was her own fault. That message was already loud and clear when they had brought her to the school as a rehabilitation prisoner in the first place. The only good thing she had received on this shithole of a Christmas was a package of homemade cookies from her mother. The guards had thoroughly inspected the thing to make sure there were no things she could use to escape, which was pointless as her mother had always been disapproving of Felicia’s “career” anyway, and most of the cookies were now broken because of it. Still, she sat in boredom, munching away at the things while staring out the window at the winter landscape that covered the campus.

It was a mystery to her why she would be locked up so often when she was microchipped and far less dangerous than some of the other people that occupied the school. So in a bit of rebellion, as she finished off the last of the cookie she was currently working on, she surveyed her window. She was near the top floor of Beldean and although it was a bit high, with her powers, a bit of faith, and the balconies of the other rooms, she was certain she could make it down unscathed. Tossing on some warm clothing, she jimmied the lock a bit with her fingers until it broke like she wanted. They had been stupid in leaving the window unalarmed, and so she quietly slipped out the window, and carefully made her way down the building and to the ground. She took a deep breath of the cool air into her lungs and let it out in a contented sigh. Even if it was cold, it was much better to be getting air that wasn’t stuffy, and pumped through her room. She had a bit of freedom, if only for a little while.

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The red fabric's touch felt familiar as it pulled taut against his skin, covering his whole body and most of his face, hiding who he was, his whole identity. It was when he stood by a rooftop's ledge when he felt more at ease, leaning slightly forward on his feet and feeling the cold winter air, letting his senses draw a map of his surroundings before he launched himself forward and started moving from one rooftop to the other, unhooking his cane from its holster and letting it act as a grappling hook. He had tried to keep a low profile ever since he arrived to the school, wishing to keep his identity unknown, and so he hadn't had many opportunities to don the red suit that was already well known back in the surface. He welcomed the feeling of the suit on his body as he moved, his senses leading the way as he moved from one building to another, moving further away from the area where the boys' dorms were and closer to the girls'.

He stopped after a moment, crouching by the ledge of a building -much like a gargoyle in a church- and merely waiting there, whether for something to catch his attention or for boredom to take its toll on him he did not care, content with slipping into his vigilante identity for a change. It wasn't too long before his senses picked up something, a familiar scent in his nose. He took a deep breath and his brow furrowed into a soft frown as his senses confirmed it. It didn't take long for him to find the right building, jumping onto its rooftop and lowering himself onto one of the balconies near the top, a quick scan of his senses confirming that no one was inside the room that could find him there. "That does not seem like the right way out." He called out, a faint judging tone in his voice as he crouched down on the balcony's railing and 'gazed' down at Felicia's own window.

#para: busted #kitten

you bought her a whole fucking star? you really must care for her, dude

I do.

#Lyra~#Anonymous #asks

Personally delivered to Lyra, a framed certificate with coordinates of a star named after her, along with a Christmas card that simply read:

Now you can have your own.

#christmas gifts #Lyra~#he bought her a whole star i am crying

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Coffee Dates || Lyra and Matt

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Lyra had to smile at him, just because he made her feel so… Warm. Warm and fluttery, like thousands of lightning bugs were in her veins. “Not very long, no,” she replied, letting her fingers brush his again. She really wanted to hold his hand, but was far too shy to just take it of her own accord. So, instead, she asked a question of her own. “Do you want to get our drinks before we sit, or wait a little bit?” Both options were completely fine with the bender, since she liked just being in Matt’s company, but she figured she’d ask anyway. She’d has some time to look over the drink options, so she already knew what she wanted, even though this was her first time there. And it made Lyra ridiculously happy that her first memory of the place would be with Matt. Noticing his cane, Lyra bit her lip to keep from offering to take it and guide him herself. It wouldn’t be that strange, would it? Even so, she felt herself begin to blush just thinking of it, and cursed her lack of knowledge in this field. Give her a star map and the constellations, and she could guide you for hours, but being in the presence of a boy she liked was almost as bad as a fish out of water.

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He enjoyed the feeling of her fingers against his own, nevermind how fleeting or soft that touch was, it made electricity spark in his skin, travelling through all the points of contact between their hands, his fingers curling lightly as she pulled her hand back, as if to chase that same electricity, wishing it would last longer. "We can just get them now, if you want." He replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Matt let the different scents fill his nose as they made their way over to the counter, some he recognised, some he did not, some too strong for him to find pleasant, some just the right amount. "What do you think I should try?" He asked her, giving her a light smile. "I always order the same thing, a change should be nice." He could sense where the boards with the menu were, but yet he could not read them, but it was not something that troubled him much, since he never felt the urge to order a different thing every time. He enjoyed black coffee just as much as the next person, but he welcomed a change every so often. Besides, whatever Lyra could suggest, he was certain he would enjoy.

#para: coffee dates #water lotus #i am sorry i am a terrible person and it took me a century to reply #and it is shitty and cheesy #i sorry