-=[ Hadrian ]=-
Hadrian took in every little detail he could, from the faint blush that splashed across her face to the pat on the shoulder. For now, he had a few faint details on the girl, who introduced herself as Valentina now. Isn’t that some sort of holy day? He couldn’t put his finger on what he was thinking of, but chose to refrain it from the conversation. He had little ire to make a mistake in his first encounter, a factor he feared would lead him astray. “Val, it is then. What an elegant name,” he mused lightly, the syllable pouring out of his lips like coated sugar.
“Yes, you’re the first one here who I’ve met. I’m afraid I’ve been preoccupied with exploring the campus, but it held little chance for me to interact with my other peers,” Hadrian explained to her with a small sigh. It wasn’t a lie, entirely at least, as there was one thing he had noted about his powers: lying was unpredictable. He felt ill-prepared for explaining about his powers at the moment, a topic he’d rather avoid at the time anyways.
It wasn’t until she showed him his name at the top of her notebook that he felt his heart thunder in his chest. His eyes fluttered at the sight and he felt himself coil back the slightest inch. What is this? A list of potential friends? Targets? Puppets? Perhaps he had chosen wrong and had dealt a hand in the wrong game, his bluff falling through. Momentarily, he had been caught off guard, but he pushed to collect himself. Grasping the pieces of him that ran astray, he cleared his throat as he ran his eyes over the letters. How strange it was, to encapsulate a person’s identity into just a few letters. “I believe that is correct, yes. What do you need my name for?” Another precaution, one well-learned against tricksters and fae who would seek to strip you of your identity.
@ethereal [Valentina]
OOC
valentina is so nice 
i feel bad about this already 
.:| Aric Tremaine |:.
He had hurriedly wiped off any trace of his scribblings, though he feared his sleeve had smudges of graphite on them now. Aric let a small frown cross his face, since he had just washed and ironed these suits for school. I’ll have to wash it out later. Placing his pencil on the corner of his desk, he placed his pencil pouch back into his backpack, setting it atop his binder. His backpack was simple enough, a black fabric with leather straps and silver accents. He essentially had every supply he needed, always having been a frantic packer.
It wasn’t until his head began to droop that he realized breakfast apparently wasn’t enough. Aric turned his head towards the back of the class, noting there was an area to pour a cup of coffee. A lesser-known fact to many, he did enjoy black coffee when it was offered and moved to pour himself some. He focused on the pattern of his feet against the floor, rather than his fellow students as he grabbed the pitcher. In just a few moments, a steaming cup of rich coffee was in his hands, the liquid warming his hands and emitting an enticing scent.
Just as he was about to turn back, he saw a student sitting near his vicinity with a coffee cup as well. He recalled his training and noted how he should reach out to his citi- fellow students. There weren’t any “citizens” here for him to appease, only teenagers his age, a fact which was perhaps far more daunting. “Greetings, nothing like a cup of coffee to start the day, hm? I’m Alaric Tremaine and I’m not a morning person, what about you?”
@katabasis [Mary]
OOC
hope this is okay 
