Kapow

Indy blinked again. He still didn't understand what the relevance of the whole charity auction thing... Until the other man explained himself, making Indy realize the professor didn't seem anything but socially awkward. Which made Indy himself feel awkward. Thankfully, it looked like it was time for both of them to make swift retreats.

"It, uh, might be helpful to keep in mind for the future," he replied with a slight smile. More of a twitch of the corner of his mouth than anything. Indy moved to step away before he paused. "I'm Henry, but if it's all the same, I prefer to go by Indiana," he offered.

#indyflanery #rumours #complete #unless he does another reply then we'll reblog that as complete #also why could I see him calling him Henry on occasion?

William paused at his door, placing a hand on the frame as he poked his head back out. "Indiana...an American state, right? Capital Indianapolis. I think you've only got two states that have antonyms as their capitals." He raised his hand in a wave. "Nice to meet you Indiana."

what strangely specific scent do you give off?

melted discount valentine's day chocolate.

how sweet it must be, to have everything handed down to you with worn out edges and sanded down sharpness. the stickiness of your treats cling to the crevices of your fingers, the little marks where cuts were are coated in candy wax drips in between your hand and the ground. the world seems to love you, and you don't know why. people smile at you, and animals are never afraid or angry. it's sugary how everything seems to fall into place, and it leaves you hollow. you don't have to try. and it haunts you.

taken from the guy across the hall

#about william #pub quiz #why does this not surprise me #awkwardly accurate

lilithsaintcrow

“Across time, Chaucer has frequently been reinvented: he has been seen as a feminist and as a misogynist, as a conservative and as a radical, as a fervent Catholic and a proto-Protestant, as a serious, didactic poet, and as a comic, bawdy writer."

Geoffrey Chaucer was “plucky and slippy at football, hockey, and other games” according to the nineteenth-century editor and ardent medieval

We find the Chaucer we need.

#lit #we find the chaucer we need

Indy cocked his head to the side in confusion as he tried to figure out what the other man was asking him before his eyes narrowed at the 'subtle but not subtle' small talk. He didn't need any help in that field, thank you. And he certainly wasn't going to get dragged into anything in a round about attempt at getting to the point.

"I think it's pretty obvious I'm American despite the lack of a definitive accent, or so I'm told. As for everything else, I'm not entirely sure how any of that is your business," he replied, proverbial feathers ruffled. "If you're really hard pressed for your club's trip, you should recruit someone from your own department."

#indyflanery #rumours #he's sorry for the awkward first meeting #indy can end the thread if he wants to

"Ah, well..." William realized he'd been perhaps too casually chatty for a first encounter. Noted. "I'm sure they can make due with just me, most of the others in our department are not so eligible." He laughed it off and turned to go back to his office.

"My name is William, by the way, I sometimes forget one is supposed to lead with that. I'm an English professor with obviously too much time on his hands." He didn't offer his hand, but opened his office door instead.

Indy gave the other man a mildly offended look at the concept of quiet time being linked to the sun not being up yet. It was a time for being quiet because most people should have been asleep. He was distracted from commenting on that when he was...propositioned?

"Are you...trying to recruit me?" Indy asked, confused. He wasn't sure what to think about that. Especially since they didn't actually know each other.

"All for a good cause, surely. It is for their annual trip. This year I think they're going to America. You're American, aren't you?" It was mostly conjecture based on how he carried himself and what he'd heard some female students discussing in the hallways.

"I also might be asking on behalf of matching making efforts as well, a lesser known hobby of mine. Just last year I paired a quiet librarian and one of the more senior history professors. They'll be celebrating their first anniversary next month."

venusian--eye-deactivated201606

technically we’re ALL, always LARPing, because the Self is only a construct,

2rsquared

I want a new character

#LARP

Indy scoffed and glanced down the length of the hall. True enough, there were more of the scattered pink flyers, making Indy wonder if it was more of a deliberate show of appreciation. Or a prank. He'd never understood people who solely studied literature for their careers. Just look at he and his father...

He gave the obligatory cursory glance through the office open door but focused once more on the other man. "You're going about it all wrong then. You're supposed to prefer to have a few quiet hours a day instead of having students banging on your door every five minutes," he countered, shifting his harmful of books from one hand to another.

"What? Quiet hours? While I'm working?" His smile was wide and genuine, it hasn't ever even remotely occurred to him. He loved discussing language and literature, and even more so enjoyed the discourse that could come out of it.

"Quiet time for me is more of a morning thing, before the sun comes up." He tapped the flyer, "If you're single, I'm sure the Honors Society would appreciate another candidate for their auction."

Indy glanced at the flyer in question and back at the other man with a raised eyebrow. They hadn't had much cause for conversation, just a friendly nod here and there, so the archeologist really didn't know what to make of the comment. As far as introductions go, it didn't sound very humble.

"Are you bragging?" he couldn't help but ask in mild amusement. "You can admit you put that conviently-placed flyer right across from what I'm assuming is your door. I promise I won't say anything."

"Me? Brag? Never." He laughed, the notion of him putting up the flyer was funny to him. "That and the twenty some others along this hallway can be traced back to a few devoted students."

He gestured toward his door. "Your assumption is correct, that is my office. But despite being most eligible, I can't seem to attract students during my office hours."

Rumours

@indyflanery continued from this ask

“A man needs something to proceed himself, other than mere rumour.” ~ William (onomatome)

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Indy's brow raised. The two of them didn't have much occasion to run into each other before now. Just a casual passing in the lecture halls more than anything, so one could only assume what the man had heard about Indy. Or vice versa. As it was, Indy was well aware his reputation preceeded him at times. How much of it was rumor and how much of it was actual truth - no matter how fantastic - was a matter for debate.

"Rumor. Reputation. They tend to go hand in hand at some point, don't they?" he countered instead. The corner of his mouth tilted upwards. "Are you worried about your own or what mine will do to yours? Because I wouldn't think someone attached to the English department would have any use of an archaeologist."

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William leaned against the wall just outside of his office, reviewing the latest flyers on the notice board when he caught sight of the other man walking by. His comment was both one of greeting and the hope of a small bit of conversation to pass his open hour since no students had stopped by.

He pointed to a pink flyer that stood out amid the mostly white and couple of yellow. "Calling me the university's most eligible bachelor is bound to give the impression I am something more than I actually am. I don't mind helping the honors group out with their annual fundraiser, but maybe I should have just given them money for the trip. Two years now and I have still not learned."