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@notsilentlyjudging
Krem looked down at him for a moment, and, with a sigh, shifted the training sword into his shield hand. The shield rocked a little, but stayed vaguely rested on his arm. He offered his hand to the other.
“Sorry.”
“What? No,” Quince said, playing tough like he always did. “I’m perfectly fine, and definitely not hurt.” He moved his arms around as a demonstration, he wasn’t lying. They didn’t hurt, but by the Maker they sure would later.
Growth
Oh, phew. Eight wasn’t a bad time. Or if it was, Quince was just… accepting it. Which, he guessed, was as good as he could hopeful. “Alright then. Eight AM it is. Make sure to bring some sort of computer or tablet.” There was nothing preventing Quince from going to the cafeteria, or even bringing his own lunch, so that could go unsaid. “Do you have any questions? Any requests?” Just in case they were missing something that could make this easier on the both of them.
Quince hummed, rocking back on his heels. There were a couple things he wanted to say to the headmaster, but he felt silly for doing so, so he refrained.
“Nah,” he said, in the way that someone who was pretty sure they knew everything they needed to know. “I’ll be fine. I’ll see your tomorrow headmaster!”
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Eight am was the worst time to be awake, perhaps only a little bit better than being awake at six or seven. But he was here, with his holo pad, in headmaster Khint’s office ready to begin his lessons--and hopefully not fall asleep while doing it.
While he did make contact with a shield bash, the mind blast sent him falling on his ass. He hated that trick–it was generally why he tried to let the mages take down the mages. It took a moment to get his focus centered again, shield in front as he stood and steadied himself.
“You alright?” He asked, hoping he hadn’t really hurt the other.
“Yeah, I’m--” Quince groaned, that was definitely going to bruise tomorrow. “--ugh, I’m fine. Nothing my sister hasn’t given me worse.” Pyria did fancy preparing him for all the worst injuries. “I’m, uh, I’m okay. Ow, Maker’s ass.”
“I brought him up once.” Nate pointed out. “You keep going back to him like he’s a toy I’m going to take away.” Which was absolutely unappealing. Anyone who was overly fond of Quince had to have something wrong with them. “Who else is there?”
“There’s Talia,” he said indignantly, “and Headmaster Khint likes me... I think.” There was an unsurprisingly low number of people he could consider as people who could like him. But he didn’t imagine Nate had many more. “Like you really have any friends either.”
Looking particularly sheepish, she fiddled with her hair. “Well, you know I’d help you any time. Just as I know you would always help me. It’s only natural.” What wasn’t natural in her mind originally was being thanked like this. Even if it was so incredibly flattering.
“I know,” he said, holding out the little basket for her. “But I wouldn’t have had this opportunity without the opportunity you gave me, and no matter what you say, you didn’t have to do it.”
“Ooh, I like that.” He grinned. “To think no one else has called me ‘Your Highness’ yet. How inconsiderate.”
He tried to map the area in his mind to consider where Quince was talking about. Admittedly, he didn’t know much about the food places, other than their good reputations. Certainly worthwhile to try. “Sounds just fine.”
“Alright,” Quince said, hoping that if he just kept them moving that Nate would forget about the whole dress up thing. He didn’t hold any high hopes for that, but it was a small wish. “Let’s get going then? Before they get too crowded.”
“I don’t know,” Quince replied. He only knew when his sister brought it for him, but he didn’t know how old it had been before that. “I got it from my sister, I could probably look up how old it is.”
He hated to admit that he was having fun, but he was, against all odds.
“Nah. Not worth it.” Nate said, jamming a couple buttons. “My sister probably knows the month, day, year, etc. Silly things like that.”
He hated to admit it, but he was enjoying this. And he did enjoy the gaming. And, worst of all, he would never admit to anyone that he lost the game. And he’d never say that Quince was so superior to him.
And he certainly wouldn’t admit that, of anywhere he could have stayed during the Booms, Quince was probably the most fortunate outcome.
inquizzylavellan:
She blinked, feeling a little guilty. “It’s fine. I’m technically on lunch so you’re not interrupting anything and–well–sorry.” She self-consciously took another sip to at least give pause and allow her to think. So something stupid didn’t come out. “I’m not really used to having … a friend I can do these things with.”
“Me either,” he said casually. “I don’t exactly have many other friends.” There was Eph, and... well he respected Khint, and he knew Taka... but he wasn’t sure any of those people would consider him a “friend”. He sipped at his coffee, considering all this.
“I’ll give you more warning next time, or you can always just tell me to fuck off.”
Growth
“I’ll be in my office by six. But… How about eight?” Was that early enough? Late enough? He didn’t know. He hadn’t been teaching long enough. Either way, Quince seemed excited. “I’ll try to let know ahead of time when I won’t be here.”
“Great!” Eight was such a gross time, and he hated it, but he’s had to be at school by eight for longer than he’s been alive. It was doable, and it would keep him from being shipped back to those awful classes. Pyria would say something that was like this: sacrifices to reach your goal, or something like that, but Quince tried not to think about that.
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for @notsilentlyjudging.
⧼@AuroranLittleQT⧽ though she didn’t know this particular citizen, lumina was fully aware that he was from meridian. and though he was from the place, and though she’d been in the city well over a day early (it really was a wonder what one could learn when in on gossip; she’d known about the event at least a week early), she was nonetheless happy to see another citizen safe and sound. perhaps she was a bit too excited, or maybe it was simply her extroversion. but without a care in the world, lumina bounded up to the redhead. ｢hi there! you probably don’t know me, but i just wanted to say i’m super glad you’re okay. i hope you don’t know anyone that’s trapped right now… that would be just … awful.｣
“I’m, uh,” he said, confused but coherent. “Yeah, I’m glad I’m fine but... I’m trying to get a hold of my boyfriend... he’s not picking up.” He was worried. Liam was just a desk worker, he hadn’t been too worried about him until he hadn’t picked up his phone, and now every announcement could mean his death. “Have you heard anything yet?”
Nate didn’t expect him to start it so quickly with so little warning. It did put him at the slightest disadvantage, but it was still possible. Five minutes in and he hadn’t died yet–that was a good sign.
“Man, how old is this game? I think I used to play it with my sister when she wasn’t a pain in the ass.”
“I don’t know,” Quince replied. He only knew when his sister brought it for him, but he didn’t know how old it had been before that. “I got it from my sister, I could probably look up how old it is.”
He hated to admit that he was having fun, but he was, against all odds.
Please like for a starter! Or feel free to message me if you want to plot something! I am open to planning and creating stories for both of our characters.
Please like for a starter! Or feel free to message me if you want to plot something! I am open to planning and creating stories for both of our characters.
Reassurance
It rang, and rang, and rang, until it picked up at her voice mail. Again.
Pyria Waerthen. Leave your name and nu--
“Dammit, Pyria!” He shouted into the phone. The news stations wouldn’t stop playing that video. Every thirty seconds it would aire again; he could quote it. He would move to turn it off if only Pyria would answer her damn pho--
“Quince? What do you want?”
“Pyria!” He jumped up off his couch. He paced along the floor of his small apartment. “You didn’t pick up! Are you alright?”
“Yeah, Quince.” He could hear her affectionate but exasperated sigh. “The NDC units have all been deployed. I’ve been a bit busy.”
“Right, right, I know,” he said, it was clear to hear the relief in his voice. “I was just making sure you weren’t on that train.” He knew that as an NDC officer, she could very well end up on that train in the near future, but he didn’t want to think about that right now.
“Quince,” she said gently. He already knew what she would say.
“I know.” He interrupted. And really, he did know. “You’ve got to do your job of saving lives and fighting crime. Just uh... dinner at mom’s on saturday right? Don’t miss it.”
“I won’t,” she replied, so surely that Quince believed her. “Stay safe, I have to go. I’ll call you when I can.”
“Okay, you too--” But she had already hung up. He wouldn’t let himself think that could be the last time he spoke to his sister. He wouldn’t. Instead he turned off the TV, and dialed his mom instead, and he let her know that everything that remained of their little family was still whole, and intact.
Nate smiled, incredibly amused. While he knew it was probably going to be one of the toughest dinners he’d ever been at, at lest he could get some fun. “So, where are we going?”
Quince sighed, exasperatedly. It was a shitty deal, but at least it was something.
“There’s a place up the street here,” Quince said, nodding in the direction. “Nice food, good atmosphere. Good enough for you, your highness?”
“Doesn’t bother me either way.” Nate said with a smile. “I generally go in around noon.”
“Like I care,” Quince said, huffing, and telling himself he wasn’t considering going. Because he wasn’t. Obviously. He started up the round and started playing.
“Only in your biased opinion.” Nate said, relaxing back in his seat. “I’m surprised anyone is fond of you, too. Seems we’re at a tie.”
“I have plenty of people who are fond of me,” he countered, sounding much like an indignant child. He didn’t have many people, but he had enough. “Including my boyfriend, as you like to keep reminding.”
