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Easton Brellick (east_winds) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-09-19 09:18:00

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easton, ita

Week Eighteen: Thursday
Who: Easton and Ita
When: Late afternoon/early evening
Where: The library

The past few days hadn't exactly been the best that Easton had ever endured, to say the very least. Frankie and her Patron had definitely helped matters, but eventually it seemed a bit too much to continue locking himself away. Of course he was hurt, he was angrier than he'd expected, but moping about wasn't going to accomplish anything. That didn't mean he was quite yet ready to head out and socialize as surely he would in time, but at least vacating his dorm room for a bit seemed like a good start. That left the question of where exactly to relocate to...the common rooms were hit or miss usually, either completely devoid of people or filled with random students who wanted a bit of space from the close confines of their dorms as well. Outside didn't really strike his fancy at the moment either and East was sure everyone would be shocked to hear that his appetite was failing a bit a the moment. That left....the library, it struck him out of the blue and seemed like the perfect solution. He was a book worm, after all, why hadn't he thought of that?

A shower was in order first, a bit of drying for those curls that had started to get a bit out of control again. Perhaps it was time for a hair cut, he mused as he dressed and grabbed his keys. He'd find a book in the library - he'd read all of the ones on his shelves, after all, and nothing seemed interesting enough to take a second trip through at that moment. Shutting off the light, he stepped into the hall and pulled closed his door, making sure to lock it behind him before he set off in the direction of the library.

He'd expected it to be rather empty, and it was, the quiet more than welcome as he entered. Of course, now came the question of what exactly would he fill his time with? He hadn't read any Molière lately and the chance to sit down and read something in French might keep his mind engaged enough to keep from wandering. Thankfully it only took a few moments to not only track down a collection of the playwright's works, but to find out of the little reading lounges that was relatively empty. Stretching out across the couch on his back, Easton cracked the book and turned his attention to the words before him. Hopefully, this would fill his time a bit better than simply moping around his room had. He had a feeling that Frankie was going to drag him kicking and screaming out of there if he didn't pull himself together relatively soon.

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pheonixwaves
2008-09-22 12:09 pm UTC (link)

Ita had noticed that the cute Wind Mage with the British accent had not seemed himself lately. Not knowing him well, she didn't really feel that she should pry, especially since she hadn't been able to gather any information from him in her tentative attempts at asking how he was doing. Not wanting to pry, however, didn't keep her from poking her nose around elsewise, and she soon discovered through the grapevine that the poor man had been dumped. And betrayed! What kind of evil bitch cheated on such a sweet man?

She wanted to do something to cheer him up, but she had no idea what. He had loved the fish and chips, but really, he wasn't a gal pal she could kidnap for some ice cream therapy. And it would have been odd to gift him with some baked goodies for his broken heart. So, for now, she was stuck and could only really watch from afar as she wracked her brain for a better answer.

It was as she was rushing through the library from her last class that she found her opportunity - very nearly crashing into it. Hurrying around a corner, she didn't see the couch with its occupant and smacked her knee good and hard against it, sending herself onto the ground with a loud splat, and a tumbling of books. "Ow," she said softly as she pulled herself to a sitting position to inspect her wounded shin. Pulling up the pant leg, she could already see the bruise forming. That was a good one. It was then she noticed Easton in the offending couch.

"Easton!" she cried rather loudly for the library, and forgetting her minor injury. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask if you'd like to join me while I cook some Battenberg Cake. You can tell me if it turned out right." Had she done some research on traditional British desserts? Maybe. She gave him a hopeful look - perhaps he'd forget her catastrophic landing if she offered food? Not really the way she wanted to impress him.

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east_winds
2008-09-23 06:58 pm UTC (link)

He was rather engrossed in his reading, too wrapped up in his book to notice Ita racing towards him, actually. It wasn't until she went careening into the couch that the hardback was lowered, Easton bolting up in obvious surprise as he looked around for a moment to track down the victim of the collision. His eyes landed on Ita and he couldn't help but chuckle good-naturedly, leaning down to help her gather up the books that had hit the floor in a slight thunder, loud enough to garner her the attention of those around him. "Are you quite alright?" he glanced over at Ita as he set her books in a careful pile on the table beside the couch, "That was quite an impressive tumble you took there." He was attempting to spare her as much embarrassment as he could, but it really was a rather humorous situation.

Ita seemed rather keen to change the subject as well, steering things rather quickly towards another topic of conversation - namely food, something East always rather enjoyed talking about...or ingesting, whatever the situation called for. And if this was dealing with Battenberg Cake, one of his particular favorites, then he was more than willing to play guinea pig for Ita's baking experiment. "It does happen to be one of the few English desserts I actually enjoy," he informed her with a warm smile, standing and offering her a hand up from the floor, "I'd be happy to offer up my assistance." What was the worst thing that could happen? It wouldn't taste good? It might make him sick? Seemed worth it, really.

He helped Ita back to her feet once they'd gathered up all her books, gesturing for a moment to the pant leg that remained rolled up over her shin. "Looks like you might have a bit of a nasty bruise forming there, a real battle wound," he joked lightly.