-=[ Hadrian ]=-
“I must confess I have rarely traversed anywhere, I’d say the farthest I’ve ever gone is… well, to this school,” Hadrian answered dutifully, acting as if it was no bother. “I prefer it that way, I’ve never been one ot venture far from where I need to be.” He listened to her agreement on his comment on their names, tilting his head ruefully at the mention of romance. “Romantic, you say?” To be honest, he had never really considered romance for himself, it was always a happenstance that fell to mortals who clung to love for inspiration. “I suppose I can see that, though I’ve never been big on ‘romance.’ I’ve never truly seen the need for it, it seems more troublesome than beneficial.”
Yes, must have been just you. How quaint that she had not taken the steps to further observe his frayed nerves. “Mm, after all, being an Olympian descendant must make you quite fearsome in your own right,” he laughed along, hoping to appease her after sensing slight nerves, though he feared he had dramatized the situation. “Ah, what a fascinating ability, and yet you refuse to use it out of a sense of nobility. I must commend you on encouraging more natural love, rather than an artificial one,” he nodded, seeming truly sincere in this moment. Artificial love could be… depriving towards the recipient. There was a sense of hollowness behind words and actions that could not be filled. It was like longing for the ghost of someone, but knowing you had cast them aside long ago.
“A demigoddess gifted with immortality. What a truly adventurous prospect that must be, to live amongst legends and know your mark on the world can be eternal.” His eyes glistened with an opportunistic glee, as if he was envisioning himself as part of that natural order, before he snapped his attention back to reality. “I’m not too certain of my heritage, some of the details are fuzzy. I mainly raised myself and somehow received an invitation here.” The once optimistic tone honed itself into something more reserved, as if he was holding back some details that he found unnecessary. There was no point in admitting to his magical heritage, it only raised more questions. Heedless ones, at that.
@ethereal | Valentina
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He realized that perhaps the presence of the other was a burden in the conversation. Both of them seemed, understandably, nervous and reserved at this situation. He was never one for socializing, as he listened to himself practically waddle through this situation. It was like watching two geese dance across a lake out of sync. It had happened once, the event was terribly dull, but it did make him laugh. “Macy, lovely to meet you then,” Aric nodded curtly, watching in silence as he thought of another topic. Luckily for him, he didn’t need to, as his conversational partner spoke up first.
“Ah, not that Lady Tremaine, thankfully. I would have dearly regretted growing up like that,” Aric chuckled before taking another sip of coffee. The bitter aroma was enough to sting his sense into alert and breathe some life into him. “My mother is Nancy Tremaine, but you might know my father: King Edward of Andalasia,” he explained, hoping that was enough. “And to whom does your heritage belong to, if you don’t mind me asking?”
@katabasis | Macy
|| With Quillian’s pet mirror ||
- Quillian is soon gonna have to realise Aesthi has no sense of fear lmao
|| With Robin ||
