Aug 17, 2021
She’s trying, Link
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She’s trying, Link
HAD SHE BEEN IN THE COMPANY OF HERSELF AND HERSELF ALONE, SHE WOULD PRANCE ABOUT THE BOOKSHELVES like theseus in a maze, eager and heart - thrumming to meet the minotaur at the centre of it all. and she would have swished about her skirts and danced to the tune of some invisible song, and would have sung as a bard would in a tavern ————— all roads, all roads, unfortunately lead to will herondale. and it was a jest ( and god, she did not mean it in the slightest ) or some stroke of bad fate that through the doors walked the crossroad to all roads, mussed hair and untidy demeanor that she disliked about his air so much. the library may have been the institute’s, but she suspected that it was not as well cherished by all of them as she had come to hope. perhaps a close second was him. do warlocks have the ability to conjure statements into reality too ?
ever the gentleman, @lorelast ( as will ) assists her in the only way he might know how : with a dash of added obnoxiousness.
she stills for a moment, the ladder shuddering underneath their shared weight and she would have chastised him had the action not been followed by another toppling. despite her own red cheeks and string of protests like banners, her shoulders brush against hers and he covers her like a cloak ; and he is warm ————— the heat of a fireplace in the winter. her movements are careful despite the pull of an urge to move, his breath through her hair a summer breeze, and her mouth narrows into a thin line at her own wild rabbit - heart.
❛ must you always forgo decorum around a lady ? ❜ still she does not spin to meet him, instead craning her eyes towards his hands ( and his hands, almost like sculptures of the fountains in parks ) where his fingers brush against the spine of a tome. ❛ oh, is it another book that will bite off my fingers if I open it incorrectly ? you cannot decide what I shall and shan’t read, or we’ll see how well your nephilim reflexes allow you to land on your feet from a fall. give it here. ❜
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“ y’know, if you sneeze, it’s not actually because someone is talking about you. ” matsukawa can almost feel the lies dripping out of his mouth, and he’s sure that makki has picked up on it, too. he’s not a very good liar— something about the flat tone that he says lies in particular in, like he’s trying to sound more credible, do more harm than good. oh well, he figures. once he’s started the bit he can’t very well give up halfway. “ it’s actually because your brain cells are dying, flaking off, and falling out of your nostrils all at once. i read it in a book once. ”
he adds this at the end as if it will pack more punch, but he knows that it won’t. what will is the handful of dust he’s swiped off the tallest school library shelf and is about ready to sprinkle over his friend’s shoulders, gearing for a good loud sneeze.
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"Dammit."
Running late, again. It would be less frustrating if it were his fault he was running late, but no-- one of the clinic's receptionists had yet again forgotten to forward through several of his waiting patients, so he hadn't been able to call them until he'd gone on a ten minute break and Yumiko-chan had finally remembered them. Yukio wasn't about to leave them because of outside responsibilities, so he'd ran overtime.
Yumiko-chan was nice enough, definitely, but she was so absent-minded it was a wonder how she'd gotten the position at all. And it wasn't like he could complain-- the receptionists disliked the GP's enough as it was.
So now he was almost-- not quite, but almost-- running through the halls of Order, heading toward his class with his mind elsewhere. In university, they'd had options for working and commuting students, where they could watch lectures from home or again on the web, or email teachers for homework missed. But the Order of the True Cross was barely out of the Dark Ages, so for every class missed he was a little bit more screwed. He didn't have money to pull out of nowhere to support himself while studying exorcism, he needed to work elsewhere, but True Cross was making that very difficult.
He was jarred from his thoughts while crossing the hall in front of the consultation desks, running headlong into someone and feeling like he'd walked into a brick wall. Nearly falling as he stumbled backward and dropped his bag, he only just managing to maintain balance. His tail bristled under his shirt, wanting to unwind and keep him upright, but he got enough dirty looks from the Order to know that was a bad idea.
"Sorry," he said immediately with a shake of his head, stooping to pick up his bag, before realising he'd run into an exorcist, seeing the hems of the coat from his crouched position. Shit.
"Um," he said, flushing pink as he straightened, averting his eyes. "I'm really sorry. I'm running late for class," he explained, before turning to actually face the stranger and pausing.
They looked...very familiar. If he hadn't been avoiding mirrors these past few months, he would've sworn...
And his senses were practically screaming at him, even though most of it he couldn't make sense of. Was this another long-lost brother? Surely Rin would've mentioned if there were more outside of the Demon Kings...well, hopefully.
"Who...who are you?" Yukio asked, frowning. To think he thought things couldn't get anymore bizarre...
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“Okay dude I know what we’re doing today. Wear some comfy shoes, bring a bible and some snacks. We gots some adventurin’ to do.”
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i didn’t say ‘of the year’ but i mean, yeah, probably -slaps ribbon back on you-
C'mon, me, a fuck up? -Tacks the ribbon back on her instead.-
Trust me when I say the ribbon likes you more. Can't you feel the emotional bond? I bet you're probably a second away from tears right now.