Who: Christian and Vasilisa (His one!) Where: Her Room What: Meeting/Rekindling. When: After his journal thingy. (So backdated- sorry! We posted it in his journal and not here!) Open: No, sorry.
Christian had ended up in this weird place with some letter from a Wizard saying he was an idiot and that he couldn't control his magic. Alchemists were often more trouble than they were worth. He'd made a snarky comment in this book and then Vasilisa had replied, as had his dead mother and some other guy. He'd found out there was more than one of him, teenage versions of his Guardian, multiples of the love of his life and his Mother was here (Possibly his father).
In the past two, maybe three years, Christian had mellowed out a little- he wasn't so in your face and opinionated but he still had his moment. Most of the officials had titled it that with age had come charm, or they thought it was an act to sate the Queen. Why had Christian changed? Because Vasilisa had had so much going against her and needed someone to stand beside her as a pillar of strength- it was easier to be that Pillar when he was charming and polite than if he was always broody and antisocial.
Christian hadn't wrapped up his conversations with his Mother when he decided it was finally time to go and face the worst thing possible- that Vasilisa may not be in love with him or his.. Where he was from they were set for Engagement in a little over a year when they graduated from college, but if she was from the past that felt like maybe all that they'd been through was worth nothing.
He'd donned a navy blue blazer and a pair of dark blue jeans before making his way up to the room she'd told him about. Normally he'd walk in without knocking because they were past knocking. But today he knocked and stood there hands behind his back as he looked up and down the hallway checking that he wasn't at the wrong room.