‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳
kingdom something or other class | lorelai
‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳
“Oh?” He was surprised, not having expected this random girl to be familiar with his native language. It wasn’t as if French was so obscure, no, but he wasn’t thinking that his first interaction with someone at this school would be with someone who could presumably speak it. Now that he thought about it though, it was probably common here to be able to converse in multiple languages considering that this palace of a school was filled with royalty—how fitting—and the rich and generally people who would invest in fancy education for their children. And this deity of a person in front of him, well, with every second that passed while he was in her company, he was increasingly certain that she was definitely part of one of those three categories. “Vous parlez français?” “You speak French?” He queried, the smile stretching across his face. “Ah, juste au moment quand je pense que vous ne pouvez plus m’intruiguer, vous trouvez un autre façon à faire exactement ça.” “Ah, just when I think that you can’t intruige me more, you find another way to do just that.”
The wrinkle that crossed her nose caught him by surprise, a slight flaw in the midst of the calm and collected expression she kept. He was puzzled, at first—slightly worried that he might’ve caused offense—but then she only corrected an earlier mistake he hadn’t even realized he’d made; her name was Lorelai, it wasn’t a greeting at all. “Ha, my bad. Well hello Lorelai—you know, that’s one of the prettiest names I’ve ever heard,” he mused, his tone soft. Now it was his brows furrowing, an amused smile playing upon his lips. “So you greeted me… with your name? Is that standard, should I be going around just saying Téo with no explanation?” It certainly wasn’t something they went around doing in Villeneuve, but perhaps it was commonplace among those that were rich or famous or immortal or all of the above; Téo wasn’t any of those three, but it would be nice to know how to assimilate easier into crowds of student who grew up more privileged than he.
So she was a god. He wasn’t really surprised as there was something about her that didn’t touch the mortality of, well, mortals. Wait, a realization—he was in the presence of a god, on his first day during his first class at this school. Téo from a couple of minutes ago wouldn’t have even believed that something like this would happen in his life, nevermind within his first couple of hours at this school. “Really? That is so cool, wow, I’ve never even looked at a god before, and like, here you are, talking with me.” He shifted slightly, inclining his body towards her more. “What’s it like?” Téo asked, cocking his head slightly as if to gain a new view of her. “Is it like how they say in the stories, all fun?”
Who was he? Well, that was a relatively simple question, but definitely not one Téo was wanting much to answer. At the beginning of this interaction, sure, he would’ve had no qualms of it, but knowing that she was a literal goddess and knowing that he was only a mortal boy from a small, provincial town… Téo had never been someone who was ashamed of his heritage, nor someone who thought people were defined from their origins, but this prickly feeling that scratched at him from the inside, that felt a lot like shame. His shoulders were not surprised then when they were lifted slightly in a casual shrug, Téo dismissing the aftertaste of the faint emotion as if it never emerged. “Would you believe me if I said I was a prince?” He asked, his smile lilting upwards into the closest one could get to a smirk whilst still being a smile. It was, in part, a question of genuine curiosity as well as an assertation of just how much he could get away with.
@ethereal - u da quen