( @un--txmed )
Little was as soothing as the gentle hiss of the rain. Even from inside the library, the sound of the downpour battering the streets and windows was easily audible. The volume was enough so that it could almost drown out the little things which would interrupt the quiet - popping knuckles, dropped writing utensils, and the occasional sniffle. From what he heard of the few, whispered conversations inside the library, the rain was only supposed to get heavier into the evening. The thought recalled memories of the roar of torrential downpour.
Leaning back into the cushions of a reading chair near the front windows, he would occasionally flick his glance from the pages of his book - Martin Heidegger’s Being and Time - to the people rushing along the sidewalks. From this place on the second floor, he couldn’t see under the veil of their umbrellas, but he truly didn’t care to, and his attention would return to his reading only seconds later. Being pressed into the corner of the small reading area allowed him just the peace he’d needed.
That was... Until he saw her over the top of page. Memories of their last encounter flooded his mind’s eye and he fought a sigh. His eyes followed her every small movement from the graceful twitches of her fingers to the subtle bobbing of copper locks with each turn of her head. It was just as he was about to return to his literature when his pale, icy eyes met with her own deep sapphire. Vergil remained in silence, narrowing his eyes in acknowledgement at their awareness of each others presence.
In the back of his mind, her voice echoed: ‘May our roads cross again’. What a comically tragic occurrence. At least this time around there was little reason for them to conflict with one another - As preferable as the weather was for him, he wasn’t keen on being kicked out again. No matter how bothersome the development, it would seem at least manageable this time around.
