the-princessvivienneā:
Vivienne was thrilled to finally be at St. Amelie for real, and gearing to start her classes. Yes, she had visited the campus multiple times as a young girl for various events with her parents, but actually starting felt completely different. She had successfully moved from the palace, given her parents all of her love (though she was set to see them the next week anyway for a dinner with the Prime Minister), and set on her way. The theatre department wasted no time in auditioning for fall productions, with times set on the evening of the first day of classes. Vivienne needed time to practice, and was itching to get into the building sheād be spending most of her days in. Her bag was full of fragments of music and scripts, her highlighters and pencils already floating to the bottom, where they would surely soon be lost.
The princess could have expected to be stopped, but didnāt expect it to be by someone she didnāt know - an American? - a cute American! Vivienne tilted her head as she spoke, before noticing the violin case, and a smile soon took over her face.Ā āIn the fine arts building? Iām actually heading there now! You can come with me, but you have to promise not to steal my favorite room.ā Her tone was light and joking as she pushed her bag further onto her shoulder.Ā āItās this way.ā
His grin grew bigger as she spoke, because it gave him a good excuse to keep talking to her and he apparently hadnāt been weird or annoying yet.Ā āI guess, yeah,ā he said, rummaging for the information packet so he could skim over it.Ā āI mean, it makes sense that the practice rooms would be in the fine arts building, right? Iāll do my best not to steal your favorite room but no promises, if itās a good one.ā He winked, dropping the packet into his bag again and holding his hand out.Ā āIām Gil Davison.ā














