‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳
kingdom something or other class | maybe: lorelai
‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊ * ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳
This towering white monstrosity of a school was a far cry from the small village that he’d grown up in in France. This sight was something from one of his storybooks—he felt like if he opened it to a random page, he could see this castle etched into the paper, every majestic detail caught with the illustrator’s pen. And even with this thought running through his mind, the castle was distinctly unique, unlike anything he’d ever seen before.
From the moment the letter arrived at his doorstep, the invitation to a whole new world practically, he’d had several expectations about what the school would be like, and so how was it that he could be at the front door and already be so struck by awe? A smile slipped across his lips, a warm, wondering expression that brightened his already fairly sunny deposition. Téo had a feeling that he was right in his original assumption that he would like this place.
He was a little, er, late to the school as he had taken a wrong turn… somewhere. He’d used a teleportation spell, but it ended up not taking him all the way which, he had admittedly planned for—last time he’d gotten lost in a forest, good things happened (that is, until they weren’t good anymore) and so he’d been hoping that the same fate would befall him again.
Long story short, it didn’t.
What did happen is that he ended up lost in the surrounding area for a good hour before he finally found the main road, and from that point it was pretty easy to hitch a ride by using his ~charming smile~ and the carriage driver dropped him off right in front of this palace. So perhaps in that respect, he was pretty fortunate, as there were many people who got lost in forests and succumbed to witches and wolves and twin boys and all sort of unsavoury creatures, but stumbling around a forest with three separate suitcases of luggage cleared any goodwill he might’ve had.
But yes, finally, here he was. Once Upon a High. A push through the doors and then he was within the walls of the school, swept up among the hordes of students pushing their way through the halls. The vast majority of the students wore the uniform, safe for the spots of colour that deviated from the standard whites and burgundy of the assigned uniforms. Téo was one of these spots, wearing a pale yellow tunic accompanied with brown pants, both of which were wrinkled and somewhat smudged with dirt from the lengthy amount of time spent in the forest. It was a pretty unacceptable outfit for his first day, in his mind, so he stopped by his assigned dorm room to change as well as drop off his suitcases.
Té took a quick shower which accomplished its goal of revitalizing him; not only was the smell of dry sweat removed, but he also looked fresher, felt better. He put on the regular white men’s uniform, which was standard except for the jacket, which had been dyed a shimmery golden colour. It was his mother had been the one to implement this change, thinking that it was a lovely improvement to the uniform and while Téo couldn’t exactly disagree with her, it was called a “uniform” for a reason, and Téo doubted that they were allowed to just change what they don’t like about it… his mother was used to using her beauty to get what she wanted, and she seemed to be under the impression that her son was gifted with a similar charm. When it really came down to it though, it didn’t really matter whether he could sway matters to go in his way or not as he only had these sets of uniforms to wear, so the school’s administrators would have to deal with Laurette’s fashion liberties.
Then he was off, heading to his first class of the day which also happened to be the third period of the day. Well, better late than never, right? A smile curved his lips as he headed inside, sliding into an empty seat. Eyes dancing around his surroundings, taking everything in, he didn’t notice the person next to him until she spoke, the word “lorelai” falling from her lips. His eyes landed on her, and as he took in her dazzling appearance, he was momentarily struck by her beauty. It was one of those things authors wrote about, you know, the lips as red as blood sort of bit—the beauty that seemed unimaginable, but obviously it was quite imaginable, as the source of such verses was sitting right next to him.
Was this the love at first sight he’d read about? Was this supposed to be that feeling, that sense that the authors had made clear was indicative of fate intervening, its pretty tendrils pushing two unsuspecting hearts together? Téo wasn’t sure, but he often wasn’t when it came to these sort of things. He also wasn’t sure what she had said to him—Lorelai? Was that a greeting in her native language? Should he then be responding to her in French? He had no clue, but he smiled lightly at her, meeting her smirk with a genuine, warm smile. “Hello,” he replied to her, the faint accent heard beneath his words. “Salut—that’s hi in my native language. And I guess lorelai is like hello or something in your language? So lorelai to you too.” He added that last bit with a self-satisfied grin, sure that he was accurate in his assumptions.
“I’m Téo, by the way.” He paused briefly, his blue eyes flicking up to meet her brown ones. “And you know, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as beautiful as you,” he mused. “Are you a god, or at least some sort of mystical being? You honestly seem sort of ethereal, which only makes you all the more interesting.” He smiled, a sparkle glimmering in his eyes as he regarded her.
@ethereal hellohello tis I
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