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[ ლ ]—-“Hm?” Troian quirked a brow, pausing in the middle of sticking up one of her Justice Posters to put a hand to her cheek, her mouth forming a small ‘O’ upon feeling something slimy on her skin. “Oh. Whoops. Got a bit too carried away with the glue.” Without much ado, she wiped the adhesive bit with the back of her hand and wiping her hand on her school skirt, before going back to her little task of spreading heroism around the school. “Thanks for the heads up, person!” She offers with a grin, before leaping up to tap the topmost part of the poster secure. “Perfect. Now seventy -five more Justice Posters to go.”
At least he had enough self-control so as to not make a disgusted face; not at the way she wiped her cheek, but more so at what she was doing. Which, now that he remembered: "I must apologise for any offense my question might have, miss, but what in the world are you doing?" The usually blank expression cracked with confusion, aimed towards the posters, and even more so at what she did with them. "I'm not sure if students are allowed to put these up. Did you obtain permission, miss...?"
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exryscornelius:
"I read in a book once that according to societal norms it is indeed the part where we exchange greetings." He nodded, extending a hand. "I’m Emrys. Nice to meet you, stranger."
"Is there such a book? You must lend it to me." He tried to sound enthusiastic, but all that came out was something close to sarcasm. Even so, he shook the male's hand and nodded in acknowledgement. "I am Prince Kasper, but I suppose there is no need to be so formal, I suppose. I am not exactly skilled in the art of communing with normal people."
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"Alexa," his tone was firm, and the one he used just then implied that he utilised it whenever he made demands. And, Kasper being Kasper, expected his demands to be met. Surprisingly, this particular one was not for his own well-being, for which she really should be honoured to comply to. "Close the book," he told her as he stood, and closed his own, tucking it under his arm, "and go to your room. As I said, I will escort you. I will hold your hand to ensure you do not lose your way."
"But there is schoolwork to be done, Kasper." The whine in her voice was overshadowed by her evident stubbornness. Her eyes lids felt heavy and they stung from her efforts to keep them open. To be honest, his suggestion was more than simply tempting but Alexa had always been a martyr to her responsibilities, her studies included. "I’ll just finish…a few more pages…."
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He appeared impassive, although he was trying very hard not to raise a brow at her question. "Of course. If I wasn't, I would have dropped it immediately." He nodded and did as he was told -- something he usually didn't do if it wasn't from an authoritative body that held much more power than he did at the moment. He only nodded when she laughed, not really finding why the truth was something to laugh about. Then again, his sense of humour was cruel. But he took too long thinking about whether he should try to smile or not that the moment passed, and he only managed a distracted nod. "Prince Kasper Haveksen of Atlantica. Are you enjoying the Academy so far, Miss Coulson?"
If there was a kind of people Peggy didn’t trust much, that was people who actually looked too nice. By looking too nice, she obviously meant the facial expressions—if the person seemed between indifferent and cute, she would get suspicious over them. That guy right there could be easily placed on the indifferent form, making her feel like he was doing that basically because she took the offer—truth be told, she always accepted random helps, mostly to test them. “Are you sure you wanna take that one?”, she raised her eyebrows, tilting her hair and taking the two small boxes left. “Hm, follow me”, she said, opening the door of the south building and letting him go in first, since he had his both hands occupied by the heaviest box. “I’m new… Clearly”, she laughed, shrugging. “I’m Peggy… Coulson”, she introduced herself and would offer a hand, if he wasn’t busy enough already. “You are…?”
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"I agree," he stated, stepping into his room after her and heading towards his bedside table, upon which he placed his coffee. Kasper proceeded to unbutton his shirt, making a face at the stain on the ruined cloth, and wiped the moisture off of his midsection. He paused, however, at her statement about his kind, and managed a short laugh. It had been a while since he had been this amused. "Is that so? You are speaking to one right now, Miss Cecilia, and I would say the answer to your question is...a secret. We must all maintain a degree of mystery, after all. I do hope I don't disappoint when I say that I am to remain human for the duration of my stay here."
Knowing a joke when it was told, Cecilia laughed, actually quite amused by his words, even if he had meant them seriously. By the lack of inclination in his voice though, she doubted he did. “Exception solidify the norm. Not saying I’m not opposed to meeting either or.” The shadow girl didn’t care so much for what kind of person she’d meet or what background they had, as long as they provided entertaining to be with, she’d hang with them. “Magic, sparkles- all that jazz is old school. Fairytales give young adults wrong ideas of love; it is a disaster.” Pinching the bridge of her nose, she entered the room first as if it was a given. “Those? I call them poor unfortunate souls. How do they even have sex?”
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Idly, he checked his watch again, and sighed. He really did come too early. Then again, he should have realised this when he beat the morning queue for coffee. That should have been enough to raise more than a few flags of 'I might have made a mistake', but he was far too lethargic to even notice all the signs. Nevertheless he was amused. Slightly. He was sure he probably would be more entertained if he wasn't so irritable and grumpy in the morning, but at least he had his coffee to help with his mood. Such amenities weren't available in Atlantica, after all. It didn't stop him from squinting at this oddball teacher, and sipping from his coffee, allowing a long silence to settle between them. The other male seemed nervous. Fearful? Embarrassed? Maybe all three. But Kasper had never really been good at pinpointing what people felt, so he continued to study this teacher in silence.
"Really," he managed to say, tone utterly flat as he turned his music off and proceeded to tuck his earphones and the device into his pocket. It was rude, he thought, not to listen properly to someone who spoke, so he attempted to look interested. Sadly enough, it was a failed attempt, and Kasper was too sleepy to try again. "That is an amazing suggestion, Mr. Pendragon, but I'm afraid I'm not in need of any more practice. Still, I appreciate it from a skilled actor such as yourself." He sounded entirely serious, and paused only to take another sip of caffeine. "If you were attempting to act the part of a fool, then it was surely very convincing."
Julian was talking to imaginary students, in a way an actor spoke to an imaginary crowd. It was…Preparation and practice. He was new and Julian knew he could be eaten alive by these vicious students. Kids these days were sassy and witty and…Kinda scary. He needed to have a good, entertaining lesson plan, but it had to be useful as well! It was…Difficult, really. He needed that perfect balance and he desperately wanted to be the cool teacher. Julian would not be satisfied with being the lame teacher or anything dumb like that! He would surely breakdown! Still, this…Witness of his little practice would not add well to his already bruised track record. There seemed to be a little rumor going around that he was a weirdo. He was crushed by the idea that people would find him weird. Really?! Him? No! He was, by far, the most non-weird person! Definitely! His gaze averted to the little earbud, brows furrowing at the strange music. “…I-It is!” He protested, faintly pouting as he crossed his arms. He tried to muster his self-confidence, eyes fluttered as he mustered a gentle smile. “I’m guess you’re one of my students? Well, of course you are!” He waved his hand, shrugging a bit, seeming to try and forget his act. “…I’m Julian Jenkins Pendragon, but Mr. Pendragon to you.” He nodded, watching as the youth drank coffee. Wasn’t that..Bad for students? He bit the inside of his cheek, holding his words, releasing a hurried cough and shaking his head, adjusting his tie. “Uh…You got the sum up of it. You could always practice if you want~ It really get’s your sass and personality going!” He nodded, grinning a bit, glancing at his watch. There was still a bit of time before class and he wasn’t sure how to interact with this…This student. He was scared. Julian would not show fear, however. Students can smell fear.
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Ah, there it was. Smiling, in this cases, usually meant that the other party was willing to forgive and, eventually (and hopefully), forget. But he wasn't so naive as to believe that this particular first impression will last, which was why he sought to bury it under a better memory that she would hopefully retain in the future, to make sure that his reputation was still as clean as he aspired to keep it as. He did not want to be known as the prince who spilled coffee on everyone, thank you very much. He had built a reputation in Atlantean court and, should this ever reach them, the fragile influence he held could crumble.
"Prince Kasper of Atlantica," he introduced himself, shaking the hand she offered and mustering the warmest, most friendly smile he could manage; so much so that his eyes turned into crescents and his face hurt from having to display so much emotion. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Summer. Might I say that you seem as radiant as the season you're named after." He retracted his hand and took his blazer off, before offering it to her. "Please, as a temporary solution to your ruined dress. We wouldn't want anyone staring while we buy new things for you, would we?"
Eyes wide, she took the handkerchief from him, dabbing at her eyes with it. Whoever this boy was, he was really very kind. Summer had met so many nice people at this school, she was quite angry at herself for not venturing into the outside world earlier. If she had known that everyone would be so kind, she would have had no reservations in meeting the people outside her home.
“A little bit,” She looked up at him, lips turning up into a smile as she matched his chuckle with one of her own soft giggles. “My name is Summer.” She held out her hand, vision still blurry from the tears, but dissipating now with the prospect of a new friend. “And you won’t have to pay. Just coming along would be enough”
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He held far too much distrust for his future wife; he knew that very well. It wasn't that he was unwilling to put his complete trust in her; he did, and very much so. Despite his previous, angry thoughts and the words that resulted from them, he missed being able to hold her hand freely without feeling as if he was touching a stranger. Kasper wanted to swim with her again, for gods' sake, if that's what it took to at least get the slightest feeling of warmth again. Maybe he'd been in the depths for too long to understand what that felt like.
He shook his head to prevent any melancholy to settle, and typed a message again. Surely, there was a perfectly good explanation for this tardiness. It wasn't as if this was the actual wedding, either; he just suggested it in another attempt to fix what they were, as well as to get a good feeling of what it would be like to be sworn to another. Even if he didn't trust her.
[ text : Cassandra ] It's fine. Take your time. Is it anything I can help with?
Her fingers curled around the edges, her knuckles as white as the basin. She lifted her gaze to the mirror. Why was this so difficult? She had practiced this for years; fabricating illusions. Cassandra was an actress skilled in hiding away her emotions and presenting only the most stoic of expressions. But as the princess stared at her reflection, she could see the cracks and the fissures. The broken lines in her visage, caused by a sudden revaltion that had only occured moments before. How could she face Kasper at their fake wedding now that another occupied her heart?
The buzz of her phone caught her attention, and she dragged her eyes away from the mirror.
{ ✉ → Kasper } sorry, I got caught up with something. give me a minute.
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His outfit, he thought, was far too simple, but it was the best the prince could do with a suit probably worth a normal human’s yearly wage. Sighing, he leaned against the wedding booth and checked his watch; Cassandra was late. This broke his normally stony expression as he frowned slightly, and he took his phone out of his pocket and typed a message (out of worry, he told himself, and not impatience.
[ text : Cassandra ] Where are you?
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"Yes. Some are simply meant to be peasants their whole lives, which...seems to be the majority of this school's population. They need leaders, like me...or you, perhaps."
She chuckled, smirking slightly and she raised a brow. “Are you trying to say something?”
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exlaufeyson replied to your post:
"You say that as if it isn’t a normal thing."
"The whole wedding booth concept is new to me. It reminds me of...ah...Las Vegas? Yes. That's the place." He nodded to himself. "Marrying cousins is normal, though, is it not?"
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"A wedding booth, huh? I suppose a test run won't hurt when you're obligated to marry your cousin..."
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peggycoulson:
She hears someone talking to her and turns her head to stare at whoever it was. Peggy raises her eyebrows—still kind awkward with that whole “you need a normal life” situation in which she didn’t ask for. Still, that guy seemed… Inofensive. Well… Looked, that didn’t mean she would go for it. “Hm… Actually, yes”, she decides to play nice, looking down at the boxes her dad had just sent her. “I need to take this to my room so…”, she sighs, her hands resting on her own waist.
He asked the question out of the attempt to be polite. Kasper could really care less, if he was honest, but the offer stood, and she took it. He didn't expect her to take it, but there he was, and with a sigh he heaved his bag over one shoulder before bending down and taking the one that looked heaviest. He was still a gentleman, and would rather not allow the lady to carry heavy things, thank you very much. "Where is your room, then?" he asked, unfazed by the weight, although it was significantly heavier than what he expected. He paused, and added: "I do not recognise you. Have we not seen each other before?"
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julianpendragon:
"ONE CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND THE IMPORTANCE OF A PROPER ‘BEND AND SNAP’!" He paced around his classroom, yelling (aka, somewhat loud talking in Julian terms) as he flailed his arms all about. "BEND AND SNAP IS A KEY COMPONENT TO BE POSITIVELY SASSY!" It was, in fact, very important to most roles for both women and men! If you wanted that extra flare, that dazzle...Bend and Snap was the way to go, most certainly! “They must understand how necessary! How important! How…How…” He grasped for words, biting his lower lip. He released a loud, dramatic sigh, leaning against one of his tables. He pushed his fingers through his hair, shaking his head, wondering how he could properly convey this most important move. He froze, however, realizing the figure in his doorway. He stared, eyes wide. This student…Had seen all of that? Julian would never admit it, but his face somewhat flushed as he looked away, clearing his throat, diminishing the blush. “….Uh…I-It…It is very….Important…” He mumbled, suddenly releasing a loud laugh, mechanical and awkward. He bowed, quirking a brow with an embarrassed expression. “….It was a good…Act, right?” It was a, frankly, shitty cover up…But he could try!
Kasper didn't sign up for any of this. He didn't particularly like having to go through the tedious process of dressing himself, and going down to the cafeteria to feed himself, and all other things that should be done for him, not by him. And no, he most certainly didn't sign up for a new Drama teacher, and one who seemed to be unfazed by the fact that he was talking to an empty classroom. Frankly, it was far too early in the morning for this. And so, once his presence was detected, he shrugged and took one earbud out of his ear, so that now one ear could listen to him, while the other could continue listening to the hit-song Anaconda. "How informative," he deadpanned, not being able to muster the slightest hint of cheerfulness in the morning. He ended up sitting at a chair -- farthest away from the teacher -- and crossed his legs as he continued to sip his coffee. "And entertaining. Please, continue."
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He mumbled something incoherent. Something along the lines of "I'll be fine" and "just stay there for a bit". He dozed off again -- who knew how long? He was as tired as he said he was, and although there was little to no chance that he would admit to it, she did smell really nice. But that was a creepy and inappropriate thing to say, so instead he pursed his lips and frowned and willed the thoughts away.
She shook her head slightly and smiled softly, “it’s fine, and it’s not causing any discomfort to me.” she assured him, and continued on with her homework as he closed his eyes again, she looked at him for a second before asking “are you sure you’re comfortable though? wouldn’t want you to have a sore neck when you wake up.”
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Kasper doesn't usually trust anyone who tells him to 'loosen up'. He never loosens up. But it was especially hard to refuse Phelix when his mind is shutting off and his muscles are practically turning into liquid under the male's touch. His eyelids were becoming heavier by the minute. "If...if you're sure..." he mumbles, still holding a sense of distrust -- but not enough to wake him up, apparently, as he finally succumbs to a small nap.
His eyes widen as he realizes he’s been caught. Kasper’s careful choice of words is enough for Phelix to know his intentions have been bared, exposed, the secrecy of his plans has been endangered. “It’s okay to sleep.” he sputters, words weaved together in a quick improvisation—a synthetic tone that rolls easily off his tongue. “That’s the point, really. I want you to relax, Kasper. I know life is tough. Loosen up.” It’s a lie, but he figures its a white lie; there isn’t harm in the unknown. And, even if he doesn’t sleep from an assault to his pressure point, at least the the goal is reached in one way. Phelix’s hands continue after pausing, fingertips warm, movements softer than before.
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