02-22-2019, 03:56 PM
Between places?
“Your school for misfits not work out?”
Something drastic had changed if he was looking for work in order to supplement his lifestyle, though whatever had happened, she greatly doubted he didn’t have people he could lean on if he’d chosen to. Of course, sometimes the pity of others was the worst kind of crutch. He didn’t speak much about himself; she caught only glimpses, like small fish darting in a pool. Flashes of sadness rippled against the surface from time to time. Perhaps it was easier to be with someone who didn’t know his secrets, at least while he sorted out whatever it was in his head that needed sorting out. Aylin always said she missed her true vocation. Unlikely. Thalia just liked people.
She contemplated that over a second piece of cake, nodding to his suggestion about the sketchbooks.
She’d only been making idle conversation, but something in the way he sat forwards changed her mind about the whim of her intentions. Cute as he was, it wasn’t just the wink. “That’s a pretty full schedule you have there,” she teased. “Wallowing is an art. I’d hate to ruin it.” She couldn’t fix his problems, and neither did he ask her to. Aylin called the trust she placed in others naive, but Thalia had never claimed to be sensible. Her smile sparked into a beam. She laughed. “But see, I’m getting this premonition. Good god, I think there might even be dancing. But you definitely get to forget your problems for a while. Nova is welcome to hang out at mine, if he has no objections.”
“Your school for misfits not work out?”
Something drastic had changed if he was looking for work in order to supplement his lifestyle, though whatever had happened, she greatly doubted he didn’t have people he could lean on if he’d chosen to. Of course, sometimes the pity of others was the worst kind of crutch. He didn’t speak much about himself; she caught only glimpses, like small fish darting in a pool. Flashes of sadness rippled against the surface from time to time. Perhaps it was easier to be with someone who didn’t know his secrets, at least while he sorted out whatever it was in his head that needed sorting out. Aylin always said she missed her true vocation. Unlikely. Thalia just liked people.
She contemplated that over a second piece of cake, nodding to his suggestion about the sketchbooks.
She’d only been making idle conversation, but something in the way he sat forwards changed her mind about the whim of her intentions. Cute as he was, it wasn’t just the wink. “That’s a pretty full schedule you have there,” she teased. “Wallowing is an art. I’d hate to ruin it.” She couldn’t fix his problems, and neither did he ask her to. Aylin called the trust she placed in others naive, but Thalia had never claimed to be sensible. Her smile sparked into a beam. She laughed. “But see, I’m getting this premonition. Good god, I think there might even be dancing. But you definitely get to forget your problems for a while. Nova is welcome to hang out at mine, if he has no objections.”