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Send me a ♤ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours. {Angst}Stella Nox Fleuret, that was a name he’d become increasingly familiar with since he’d ended up there. She knew a lot about where he was from, where he knew little of the land he presently found himself seated in. Occasionally, she spoke of a particular woman, one who had accompanied Headmaster Chival VI to some sort of formality in the past, and his eyes would narrow just the slightest. She never noticed, or never spoke or reacted, at least, when he couldn’t exactly give her the nicest of looks for speaking of his mother in such roundabout ways.
His ankle sat just atop his knee, arms rested barely a standard of comfortable and more like tensed on the arm rests of the chair as she continued to go on and on about small details. They didn’t really concern him, and for a while, he’d stared out the window and spaced out whilst watching a smaller breed of bird fly by. He was supposed to be here to ensure that the same threat that had stripped that land of its crystal couldn’t be utilized against Suzaku.
So far, he’d just been listening to a young woman talk pleasantries with him.
Not that he minded, really.
It was nice to talk about something that wasn’t the war.
But at the same time, such conversations were surreal.
It wasn’t even like he was alive in this country.
He didn’t belong. He never would.Stella was a nice person, he couldn’t really deny that, but the more he listened to her, the more his senses that called for him to act rang in his head. They obviously didn’t have enough information to apprehend anybody, except they could rebel against the one country on that side of the realm that had its crystal intact under such a claim? It sounded idiotic, just for its sake of convenience.
”I’m leaving.“ The uniformed blond stood suddenly, urgently, with the fire of determination gleaming behind azure pools as he suddenly found himself looking down at her. There was nothing left for him to gain from twiddling his thumbs and waiting for answers to land in his palms. Evidently, in his zoning out, he’d missed where he’d completely cut her off of her current topic, of the few times she did address him, as she sat with her mouth open and obviously not quite finished with whatever had eloquently spun itself off her tongue.
”… Later.” His countenance turned as he moved to walk away, cold as it ever was. As much as it probably was something she deemed important… He couldn’t bring himself to care.
