I&#x27;ll Dance When I&#x27;m Dead

Not What Fairytales Are Made Of || (Greeting) Izzy and Victor

Izzy finished her sandwich quickly, and she wiped her hands on the napkin she’d set by her plate. “Thank you,” she mumbled, glancing quickly up at Victor before looking back down at the table.

'You're welcome. I hope you enjoyed your food.” The statement came with a smile, the sort that said nothing was expected, nothing was needed- that everything was up to her now. If she wanted to stay and talk, she was welcome. If she wanted to go, she was free to do so as well.

Izzy nodded awkwardly, not noticing the smile because she had not looked up from the table. She remained silent, swinging her legs underneath her and looking anywhere but Victor.

Not What Fairytales Are Made Of || (Greeting) Izzy and Victor

Izzy shook her head, reaching for the sandwich and starting to eat it before she found herself talking again. She took big bites so that her mouth was full, and she chewed slowly to enjoy the food.

Victor decided to let things go, to just sit and enjoy the peace of the cafe and the company of his new friend and the food in front of him. He made sure to take his time, humming though his sandwich and tea, letting it fill him pleasantly like the smells of baking bread filled the shop and the sound of rain filled the world outside.

Izzy finished her sandwich quickly, and she wiped her hands on the napkin she'd set by her plate. "Thank you," she mumbled, glancing quickly up at Victor before looking back down at the table.

Not What Fairytales Are Made Of || (Greeting) Izzy and Victor

"Sorry. You don’t need to know my insecurities." Victor mumbled as food arrived, immediately warming his hands on his cup of tea, breathing in the steam with closed eyes and that showed the lingering dark circles from early mornings and late nights full or working. "You can tell me to shut up."

Izzy shook her head, reaching for the sandwich and starting to eat it before she found herself talking again. She took big bites so that her mouth was full, and she chewed slowly to enjoy the food.

Not What Fairytales Are Made Of || (Greeting) Izzy and Victor

"So what?" Izzy replied. "People are going to judge you with or without the glasses." She bit her lip nervously, wishing that she would just shut up.

"I know that- trust me, I know.” His voice was one of a man who’d learned the hard way that people were not always kind, not always forgiving, not always accepting when you most needed them to be. “But I don’t like being seen in them, mostly. I don’t even wear them around my best friend.”

Izzy nodded in understanding, her gaze falling on the table in front of them. It was still slightly damp from the waitress who had come along to clean it before they came in, but it wasn't wet enough to be uncomfortable.

Not What Fairytales Are Made Of || (Greeting) Izzy and Victor

"Seeing the world’s important," Izzy countered. She hesitated before looking out the window again. This was more than she’d spoken in weeks; her throat ached dully from the disuse of it.

"Some of it, I agree. Most of it, really. I do. Just… well… gold rimmed bottle cap glasses, in public, in twenty fourteen…"

"So what?" Izzy replied. "People are going to judge you with or without the glasses." She bit her lip nervously, wishing that she would just shut up.

Not What Fairytales Are Made Of || (Greeting) Izzy and Victor

Sitting back in the seat, Izzy crossed her arms across her chest. “Near or far sighted?” she asked curiously. She began absentmindedly swinging her legs beneath herself.

"Nearsighted. And very much so." He bit his lip. "I can’t see more than a foot or so in front of my face. Not well, anyways. I’ve got my glasses for studying and for driving if I’ve got to, but I’d really rather not have them on unless it’s absolutely necessary."

"Seeing the world's important," Izzy countered. She hesitated before looking out the window again. This was more than she'd spoken in weeks; her throat ached dully from the disuse of it.

Not What Fairytales Are Made Of || (Greeting) Izzy and Victor

Izzy looked back to Victor in confused. “You can’t see?” she asked curiously. She looked around, wondering what he was talking about. Was it too dark? What did that have to do with her talking, anyway?

Victor flushed a little, embarrassed to admit it. “I um… I don’t have my contacts in. And I really don’t like my glasses. I think they make me look silly. So… the world is full of semi-interesting blurs at the moment.”

Sitting back in the seat, Izzy crossed her arms across her chest. "Near or far sighted?" she asked curiously. She began absentmindedly swinging her legs beneath herself.

Not What Fairytales Are Made Of || (Greeting) Izzy and Victor

Izzy broke eye contact after he smiled, looking out the window and watching the rain droplets hit the glass. She stared at a small droplet as it traveled down the window, growing and gaining speed as it collected other droplets along the way.

Victor turned to watch the droplets with her for a moment, though he couldn’t see them as well. He’d been having trouble with his contacts that morning, and ended up with his glasses instead- now refusing to wear them since he was in public and not trying to read or manage something small, and they embarrassed him. He blinked a few times and then looked over at the people in the cafe, humming over their blurs. “Tell me about yourself? Or something you like to talk about? I can’t see a thing in here.”

Izzy looked back to Victor in confused. "You can't see?" she asked curiously. She looked around, wondering what he was talking about. Was it too dark? What did that have to do with her talking, anyway?

Not What Fairytales Are Made Of || (Greeting) Izzy and Victor

"Thank you," Izzy said, making sure she caught Victor’s eyes. She wanted him to know that she really meant it—not many people went out of their way to be kind to her, after all.

"You are very much welcome." He returned her gaze with a smile and just as much sincerity, relaxed now that he knew things were alright, that he was helping and that she didn’t fear him.

#((aww haa))#Not What Fairytales Are Made Of

Izzy broke eye contact after he smiled, looking out the window and watching the rain droplets hit the glass. She stared at a small droplet as it traveled down the window, growing and gaining speed as it collected other droplets along the way.

Not What Fairytales Are Made Of || (Greeting) Izzy and Victor

Izzy shook her head, pulling her gaze from the menu and towards Victor. “Not used to compliments and formality,” she offered as an explanation. Looking back to the menu, she took a moment before murmuring, “A club sandwich?” She nodded with conviction. “A club sandwich.”

"Ah, I see. Sort of. I’m sorry. Just Izzy then." He smiled, scanning the menu himself. "And that’s two then- that sounds good. And a few cups of tea for the weather."

#((izzy just expects everything bad to happen))#((but vic is so nice to her))#Not What Fairytales Are Made Of

"Thank you," Izzy said, making sure she caught Victor's eyes. She wanted him to know that she really meant it--not many people went out of their way to be kind to her, after all.

Not What Fairytales Are Made Of || (Greeting) Izzy and Victor

Izzy shrugged at the compliment, a small frown appearing on her pale face. She looked over the menu, trying to find the least expensive thing there—she didn’t want to owe the guy much money later if he decided to demand it. Hopefully, he wouldn’t try anything worse than that. “Izzy. No last name,” she replied.

"Have I said something wrong, Miss Izzy?" Victor asked as the frown spread over her face, causing him worry as he pushed his books over to the side. "I’m very sorry if I’ve offended you somehow, I didn’t mean to."

#((IZZY IS NOT USED TO BEING TREATED SO NICELY IT'S WEIRD FOR HER0)#((i mean colin and maggie treat her kindly but that weirds her out too))#Not What Fairytales Are Made Of

Izzy shook her head, pulling her gaze from the menu and towards Victor. "Not used to compliments and formality," she offered as an explanation. Looking back to the menu, she took a moment before murmuring, "A club sandwich?" She nodded with conviction. "A club sandwich."

you seem nice.

Thank-you. I try to be.

ok

#knightinwrinkledtinfoil

Not What Fairytales Are Made Of || (Greeting) Izzy and Victor

"I’m sorry to hear that- you seem like a smart girl." Victor ran both hands through his blond curls, straightening them and readjusting his sweater sleeves. He felt stuffy and strange, but he always did meeting new people- perhaps because he was afraid that was how he would appear to them. "You can order whatever you like- I don’t mind. Promise. Um, I’m Victor, by the way. Victor Trevor. Don’t remember if I’ve mentioned that."

Izzy shrugged at the compliment, a small frown appearing on her pale face. She looked over the menu, trying to find the least expensive thing there--she didn't want to owe the guy much money later if he decided to demand it. Hopefully, he wouldn't try anything worse than that. "Izzy. No last name," she replied.

Oh.

You should be able to talk as it pleases you to or not to.

Hm.

What?

Nice of you to say.

:)

inquiries-to-sherlock-holmes

you seem nice.

#knightinwrinkledtinfoil

((Kay, Hailey, Sara, Olivia, I feel like we should have a tracked tag for group bulletins like when canon points will be (ex: John’s wedding ~23rd May) or important OoC things since we don’t always go all the way through our dashes,...

((Yesgood very good))

#ooc

Oh.

You should be able to talk as it pleases you to or not to.

Hm.

What?