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do_gooddarling ([info]do_gooddarling) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2017-09-24 20:00:00
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Current music:"Saturn" by Sleeping At Last

Who: John and Isabelle
What: An afternoon off
When: Monday
Where: Isabelle's dorm room
Warnings: TBD



Fall had set in, so the campus was littered with red, orange and gold leaves. She loved this time of year. It was before winter, after the hot summer months, and everything started to change. A time for warm, spiced drinks and afternoons out in the park.

She wasn't sure she expected John to actually show up. He wasn't usually a man that made time away from work. From what she remembered, he loved to be buried in his work than spending time with her. It wasn't as if they were anything more than friends this time around, she was just getting comfortable with him again. But, she believed that people could change, and could grow, even someone from another time. She'd almost forgotten that he was an English king from the 1200's. For her, he was just Mr. Haveland.

Walking with one of her classmates, Isabelle made her way to their dorm. Everything was normal until she reached their main floor and there were other students standing out in the hallway looking and talking about her. They didn't say anything to her face, but there were distinct whispers about her. She walked quickly feeling confused, and as she approached the doorway with flowers spilling out of it, she finally could see why. Her roommate was there to greet her first. "I'm sorry! He insisted, and there's flowers everywhere!" She didn't really know how to respond, it was a bit overwhelming.



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