auryn dubai. (tragicflaw) wrote in fruitful_rpg, @ 2009-02-13 15:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: auryn dubai, character: ayzumi green, location: the hearth cafe, player: jamie, player: mhia |
Who; Auryn Dubai and Ayzumi Green.
When; March 14, Saturday, 9 o'clock.
Where; The Hearth Cafe.
Rating; Hm, PG probably.
Summary; Zuu and Auryn meet for the first time :D?
Warnings; TBA.
The Hearth was one of the stomping grounds of Innovo U's caffeine deprived, though Auryn tended to avoid it for that reason alone. Even now, on an early Saturday morning when any sane med student should be catching up on the sleep he'd lost over the last three and a half years, there were still groups of bent heads clustered around some of the tables, steaming coffee cups littering the dark surfaces of mock wood like knots. Auryn had picked an unobtrusive table in the corner, by the window, as he had when he'd met Josephine for the first time. He had the feeling that this meeting would be distinctly different.
Auryn had actually been warming the seat for almost an hour, having left early to avoid Krysanthe's questions or sleepy mutterings, both of which were equally poisonous to his current state of mind. He was on his second cup of green tea, and chapter five of On the Beach, by Nevil Shute--an ironic choice that was nevertheless embittering in its poorly predicted future. To think that the human race would ever accept anything as serious as its own demise was outdated wishful thinking. They were far too immature for that.
It was a hard thing to accept, though, something that went against one's very nature. As annoyed as he'd been at the prospect of marrying Josephine, he had at least begun to accept it on the standard that he himself would be minimally involved. Of course, being jerked around by the government did little to improve his mood, and Auryn's thoughts had even gone so far as to stray to and with who my father was, even, which was childish enough that Auryn had almost been amused by himself.
But he was not amused, though that couldn't be seen on his face. Instead, he looked calm and serene, straight backed and absorbed in the book that he hadn't looked up from for over forty minutes. Waiting--again--for his future wife.