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✿ hallway, may ✿
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His eyes met hers-May was testy. His stare was icy and judgemental-would he forgive Valentina or not? Finally, the ice melted, giving way to a look of soft, snowy surprise-perhaps speechlessness as well. Well… it was definitely speechlessness. Time seemed to inch by as Valentina’s freckled face remained mostly blank, waiting for some sort of movement, or better yet, a response. But she didn’t get one. Which didn’t anger Valentina, instead made her rethink a few things-especially her approach to meeting May. May’s reactions to her curiousity were so different than Hadrian’s. His chocolate eyes filled with soft understanding as he eloquently answered each eager question. Meanwhile May’s gaze made Valentina freeze in place. Her wings seemed to droop slightly, though, the only thing moving. Of course, others in the past had refused Valentina’s help-even yesterday, the girl Merthiel had definitely not wanted Valentina poking around in her love life-and has really terrified the poor cupid. But it still felt like a wound each time. Like she was failing as a cupid, failing her father. Like she would never earn her real wings.
She did not get a reply for that, but she didn’t get upset about it-she had upset May and maybe he didn’t forgive her. Maybe he didn’t like her. No, he definitely didn’t, he was wiping his wet eyes, staring at her with puffy eyes. She could almost feel his sadness as she frowned at him, her expression a bit blank as she tried to decide what to do. Definitely lay off the matchmaking-but should she offer a hug? He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who hugged… Her eyebrows tipped upwards, and she felt a lot of sympathy-she couldn’t apologize again…perhaps it would be best to head to class or change the topic. After an awkward (at least to Valentina) and tense silent moment, May shook his head, looking like he couldn’t quite understand Valentina’s forgiveness of her last love. “Ernly canny good he did wez extra help in poems an inspo.” What? Her head tipped slightly, pink tendrils brushing her freckled cheeks. Why did he sound so different? Having spoken and traveled with many different people, Valentina was no stranger to accents and different languages. But whatever May had just said felt very foreign to her. Ernly…Only? Canny…Can he? Good he did wez…was? Valentina’s mind raced to decipher his words before they faded into a lost memory. Only can he good he did was extra help in poems and inspo? That was what she came up with in the end.
He? Could he be a past love? One involved in melancholic poems that told May’s stories of heartbreak? Valentina raced to ask more questions about this mystery guy-but then remembered she was planning to back off. She nearly bit her tongue. “You write poetry?” She asked instead, looking curiously at him, lips curled into a cute smile. He looked over his shoulder and began to panic. Valentina looked at whatever he was looking at-Tal, the Advanced Chemythstry heading awfully close to their classroom… “How, you’re in the same class wi me, reet? If so, ye betta come quickly!” Valentina had no time to decode-but she got the gist. Nodding, she held the door for May, then ducked into the classroom (that they were both hopefully in). She then took a seat nearer to the back, an empty seat next to her for May. “Good thing you saw Tal approaching…otherwise we would’ve been late!” She commented, sighing lightly.
orp ✼ @secreterz [ sorry i took so long-and that the reply is not even good oop i am a clown but i love the accent!! good jobbb ] + @theblugeek [ hadrian mentioned ] + @nil [ merthiel mentioned ]
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