Dank Darkwick - library

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Hmmm

7:16 PM

# eat my shit

7:16 PM

Oh nice

# eat my shit

### Cheese smells

dude this is the library can you stfu

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Reply to: @Jin Kamurai (@STINKY MF) My b

... Jin- you need a nap- go to sleep

sits in secluded area of library reading random books about occult culture

reads wickhive concerning just going to the shitty diner to watch the mayhem.

sits at the entrance to the library waiting

Seiya shows up and waves at her "Hey, Mairo!"

she jumps up happily waving back “Hi Seiya, follow me unless you want to do this right here.” she motions to her bag.

"I mean, it's not like we're doing anything illegal but sure? Lead the way."

“well technically not with locks but the school gets weird with stuff not passed by certain higher ups.” She walks into the library and they walk to the far back up a ladder to a hidden door. “Anonymously door” she pulls out an old looking key and puts it in.

3:47 PM

turns the key and it opens with an off suction noise. “Come on in”

"Oh, wow. Secret rooms..?" He follows along, somewhat suspicious because why is she making this so sketchy.

“yep if open without this key it will go to a different space. Cool huh?” She walks in behind him closes the door and you see space in mid century furniture and plants and an art studio corner. Paintings on the wall. “Welcome.” she plops her bag on the small table in off to the side near the center. “ Okay so here some locks and the door hardware miscellaneous screws.

"Right, right, so I forgot to ask. Um, why do you have access to this place and why do you have locks and hardware shit, not judging of course." Seiya walks over cautiously deciding to wait for Mairo to sit down first.

she tilts her head and smiles “haha. well I know people who know people.” she give a mischievous grin but stops seeing his expression. she laughs and sits at the table and gestures to the chair across from her. “it’s not deep a old student found this door and I discovered them one day using it back in my first year. And got it off from them.” She sorts the padlocks and door hardware on the table. “As for why I have this stuff I realized there was a need for regular and odd bit of stuff around here the student store is mediocre at best I can get about anything; I don’t deal with drugs for well reasons.” she digs in her bag going up to her shoulder even though the bag is only half the size. “I leave the campus so much I can work the system easily and get things.” she finally pulls out a bag of paints

"Oh! Thats right, you're a third year!" He sits down at the chair and stares blankly as he watches Mairo pull out various everythings out of her bag. "Anomalous bag?" He reaches forward to check out the padlocks and door hardware. "You have an instructions manual for these right?"

she looks up from her bag. “Yes I am. And yes it was gift. So handy.” She looks at the her wares. And point to the fancy door handle one “This one are from the chancellor‘s office door, stole those ones last year. The rest are not stolen hear are the matching keys” she pulls out a baggy of keys labeled and ready.

"You're pretty confident that I won't snitch, huh?" He leans forward and picks up the door handle. "Stealing a whole ass door handle is actually insane!" He laughs a bit. "How the hell did you get away with that?"

Mai: “Awe, of course you won’t, it be in your best interests that you didn’t. I get stuff for a lot of people. And I don’t think they be happy if I stopped.” she smiles sweetly at Seiya but her eyes said other wise. before turning her attention back to the task at hand “As for the door handles that’s a secret.” she winks at him and chuckles softly.. (edited)

"No, yeah I believe you. Any recommendations for which locks to use?"

“Hmm this one or this one” *she points to a thick dead bolt looking and than a padlock. “Both are anomalies so they should hold up to Leo’s acid gum. If he tries. Just depends on if you want quick or actually attach to the inner workings of the door.”

"Alright." He reaches over to pick up the padlock. "Two would prolly be overkill, any advice I need to know before trying to install it?" He stands up.

she nods. Grabbing the bag of keys, digging out two funky looking little keys each a different colour of metal, handing them to Seiya “Turn lighter one left two times the darker on right once to unlock it should pop open and close like any other padlock other then that.“ she gets up and walks Seiya to the door

"Thanks, I'll write that down. Bye Mairo!" He leaves.

“oh and seiya don’t loose the keys it will be the hell to open the lock if you do.” she lets him out and shuts the door. And it blends back into the wall

walks in and sits in the corner of the Library, waiting for the others

*Much like how his owner needs to study like a good boy, Tomo has taken residency in a corner of the library to do his homework for the month. Godspeed king. o7*

Zero enters the library and scans around for Tomosei. He spots him in a far off corner of the library. He gives a wave but it goes unnoticed. He approaches Tomosei with his book bag and a bag from the campus store. In a low voice, intending to be respectful to the other patrons, he whispers to Tomosei. "Hey Tomosei!"

*Goes unnoticed or ignored? Honestly, he doesn't know why he agreed to this. Doesn't know why he even reached out in the first place. Stupid as fuck of him, really. Leo's top of their class anyway, so if Zero really needed the help, he was probably a better option than him. But whatever. He takes a deep breath and nods cordially, standing up so that he could pull a seat out for Zero.* Greetings, Monsieur Yōgai. I hope you're well? *The bag doesn't go unnoticed either, but he still keeps his lips shut. (Oh my fucking god, if he got those goddamn maple cookies I'll end it right here. Can he fucking listen for once? One goddamn time? Jesus christ. Holy shit.)*

"Oh hey, no need to be so formal. But thanks." He takes the seat Tomosei pulls out for him. He throws the store bag on the table. Various flavors of dagashi-esque cookies skitter out of the bag, in addition to a bag of Sour Sakeru Gummies. Zero rummages through his book bag and pulls out a textbook on occult studies. "Um. I'm doing alright. How are you?"

I'm quite well, mon ami, merci. *His eyes catch the bag of gummies first, quickly flicking towards the dagashi-like cookies instead. (You're the stupidest fucking dog ass bitch!!! CHRIST!!! Why did you bring those?! Do you even like that shit?! Isn't it inedible?!)* Ah... I hope you didn't bring those for my sake, Monsieur. I would feel terrible if I forced you to go out of your way. *He looks towards the textbook. The corners of his mouth lift into a small smile.* Are you struggling in that subject? Whilst it is not my best, I am rather adept at it, if I may say so without seeming vain...

Zero smiles and gestures to the bag "Oh these? I know you said you liked maple cookies but I don't really bake, so I got some little snack cookies from the campus store. They're kinda trash but in a good way." He grabs the bag of gummies and stuff them in his book bag. "Sorry though, these I'm claiming. Friend of mine liked them but I never actually tried them and I was curious." He clears his throat. "Uh yeah... anyways. If you're adept at occult that's great because I just cannot wrap my head around it. Be as vain as you want, if you can help me, I'd appreciate it."

*Friend. Friend? He nods slowly in response to that and forced the smile to widen. He can't fathom what's going through Zero's head. He really, really, really-* Mon ami, *the headache is already killing him, but it's worth it,* I will do my utmost to help. But, I must admit some worry on my part. Though I've never partook in them myself, I've heard that candy is quite... hm... how do I describe it... *He placed his hand on his cheek and tilted his head in feigned concern. Looked towards the shelves around them. Really anywhere but Zero.* .... I am sure your friend has quite the stomach of steel if they enjoyed them. Nonetheless, I shan't distract you any longer. May I see your assignments that you struggle with?

Whatever inner turmoil Tomosei is feeling, Zero is oblivious to it. "Oh? Really? Are you sure? The dude ate the stuff like it was popcorn, so that's surprising to hear. Huh. Ok." Zero produces a folder with a worksheet about various types of summoning circles and their associated incantations. He gives Tomosei a sheepish look. "You'd think I'd be better at this stuff given the whole demon deal thing." He laughs dryly. (edited)

*His eyes widen despite himself, and it truly takes every measure of restraint not to dip immediately. If he pales any, he quickly covers it up with a fake sneeze. Dainty as hell. Surprisingly quiet. (Jesus fucking christ! What the fuck is your problem! You're braindead! You're fucking stupid! You're the worst! Die! Can you fucking die already?! Holy shit! You must be a pervert! A masochist! That's what you're thinking?! Fucker! Dog!) He reaches for one of the snacks, refusing to go near the sour ones. Ugh. He hates these trash ass ones, but it's not like he can eat the sour ones here. The princess would never.* Non, non, it is a difficult subject. Quite a few struggle with it, as there are very few who have researched beyond pacts. It is not your fault, Monsieur Yōgai. *He looks over the papers and lets out a small hum. He's definitely already done this work.* How do you best learn? I will do my best to teach you in a method suitable to your learning style.

"Aw, thanks that makes me feel better. Uhhh... honestly I don't know. I've tried the whole flash cards thing and that didn't pan out. Maybe just like, if you could do one as an example and I follow along and try the next one on my own?" He gives Tomosei a smile. This guy really is so sweet.

Oui, I shall do my best. *He picks up his pen and adjusts his position so that Zero could see his process in solving it. It was. Honestly really easy. To Tomo, at least.* Do you understand, Monsieur Yōgai? If not, I shall do another for you to watch. *Tomo keeps his eyes trained on Zero, as if waiting expectantly. Or as if looking for something. Or as if he was doing literally anything other than thinking, (Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you,)*

He watches Tomosei solve the problem and stares at the page trying to understand for a bit before realizing Tomosei is staring at him. He meets his gaze and feels the faintest flicker of recognition looking at those eyes. He brushes it off quickly though. He's never met with Tomosei before this, what was there to recognize? "Ah, umm... I think I understand the first part." He retrieves a pen from his bag and starts working to solve the next question. He gets about halfway before hitting a wall. "Ugh. Fuck. This part always confuses me. It's like, why do you only conjugate the verbs sometimes? What's the difference? Shouldn't the incantations be consistent?" (edited)

Indigo started a thread. 1/26/2025 5:45 PM

*(You'd think! But no! It has to be some random ass bullshit that doesn't make any goddamn sense!) Tomosei shook his head in response to Zero and lightly taps on the verb needing the conjugation.* Oui, you would think so, but it is dependent on the strength. A weaker one will not require a conjugation, whilst a stronger one will. If you look at the circle, *He traces a finger around the image provided.* You will see that there are more protective symbols than that of the first example, which was left unconjugated. This means the circle is for a more powerful creature, and requires a different verb. *That's his best fucking guess anyway, because they never actually explain this shit to you, and this was just something he recognised through doing it so many goddamn times. If it works, it works, he guesses.* .... If you require a more concrete example, it is similar to that of ghouls and their stigmas. My incantation would not work for yours, despite the origins being the same. This is because our pacts are different, non? It is a similar principle.

Something about that description clicks for him. "Oh.... right. No that makes a lot of sense actually. Wow, you're brilliant Tomosei. Are you in the advanced classes or something? If not, you should be." He smiles at him, it's warm and genuine. "Okay let me see if I can get this next one." He puzzles over the problem but eventually settles on a solution that looks to be correct. He looks to Tomo with earnest eyes.

Non, non. I'm quite average. It is solely the amount of time I spend dedicating myself to study that allows me to do as well as I do. If you were to dedicate the same amount of time as I, I am sure you would thrive as well, mon ami. *Not really a lie, not really the truth. Regardless, Tomo looks away as Zero looks at him, glancing down to the worksheet with a nod.* You've done it perfectly. You should be proud of what you've accomplished.

He gives Tomo a grin. "Well I had a good teacher! Thanks! I feel like I can probably do the rest of them on my own now." He moves to start packing his things so he can leave Tomo to his studying when a thought occurs to him. "Hey uh, you're in Frostheim, right? You ever see a guy that looks like [he describes Kamiyama, and pauses as he's about to give a description of his eyes] and huh. His eyes actually look a lot like yours. Weird coincidence." he laughs "Anyways, ever seen anyone that fits that description?"

*(AHHH!!!! DON'T DESCRIBE MY FUCKING FACE TO PEOPLE!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! YOU'RE THE GODDAMN WORST!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!! LITERALLY THE ONE FUCKING THING I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO!!! LIKE HELL I'M GONNA COMMENT ON HOW SIMILAR OUR EYES ARE!!!!) He very quickly turns away, pretending to be packing up his own things. Really he just can't face Zero. Not even a little bit!!!!* Ah..... je suis désolé, but I have never heard of such a student, and I am quite confident that I have met every student currently housed in Frostheim. I've personally gone door to door to greet them all, after all. *He places a hand on his cheek, eyebrows knitted together in concern.* Are you quite sure he was a member of Frostheim?

Zero looks disappointed, but he had expected that answer. "Oh, whoa, really? Every door? Every student? Man that takes some dedication." Zero sighs. "Very certain on Frostheim, unfortunately. But no worries, just thought I'd ask. Thanks Tomosei." Now that was odd. It was very bold for Tomosei to say he'd met every student in Frostheim. He'd said he was 'confident,' even. But to not have even seen Kamiyama once? Maybe he'd knocked on his door and had gotten no answer. Ah. Yeah. That would do it. Zero doubts Kamiyama would answer the door to his own dorm. The thought made Zero smile a little. Tomo probably would have just assumed it was an empty room. "Well uh, thank you for the tutoring and sorry for the shitty cookies."

*Holy shit, he really can't take it anymore. He really really can't. Zero is still thinking about KAMIYAMA? Still? His head hurts. He smiles sheepishly and decides he has truly had enough. Thank god Zero is leaving soon. He really can't look at him anymore.* Non, you were a true delight. I apologise I could not be of more assistance. If it would please you, I can ask around for others who have seen someone matching that description, though I regret to inform you I worry the search will return no rewards.... *He shook his head and turned away in order to continue to pack all his things.* The cookies were delightful, mon ami. I truly appreciate that you went out of your way for me.

Zero freezes as he's packing up his items, realizing he's fucked up. "Uhhh no... please definitely do not do that. You're right, it's probably a futile effort. Nothing you need to bother yourself with." For once, he briefly wishes Tomosei cared just a little less about Zero's opinion of him and trying to be helpful. He really didn't want the guy going around asking other people about Kamiyama. And he was worried he still might considering how nice he was. He latches onto the topic change hoping Tomo will drop it. "Haha, it's okay you can call them shitty. They were more jugs a gesture of good faith anyways." (edited)

I could never use such crude language. Though I prefer maple, the snacks you provided were delightful nonetheless. I am sure Monsieur Benkei would feel quite sad to hear you disparage his selection. *At least Zero had the sense to backtrack. Thankfully, Tomosei is the last person who would go digging into Kamiyama's business. He wouldn't have done it even if Zero had said yes. Sucks for him.* He picks his stock quite carefully, according to him. Though, if you would allow me to admit something rather shameful, I cannot say I've ever tried any of his recommendations. I simply.... find myself disagreeing with his matters of taste, let's say.

Zero laughs "Whoa whoa... you're gonna give me shit for 'disparaging his selection' but then you say you disagree with his matters of taste? Isn't that basically the same thing just. More polite?"

*(No shit! Of course it's the same thing! But usually people are too fucking stupid to understand!) Well, at least Zero isn't fully stupid. Still. Tomosei can't tell if he hates that or finds that amusing.* Ah.... I suppose you're correct. My sincere apologies, mon ami, I have been rude and careless. I suppose I should apologise to Monsieur Benkei as well....

Zero laughs again. "Tomosei you are way too hard on yourself! Benkei probably doesn't give a fuck what the students think honestly. He's kind of gross, honestly. But anyways I was just teasing you. You don't have to take things so seriously all the time."

Non, non, *He shakes his head at Zero's insistence. He's trying really hard not to look miserable, but at least a little bit of misery played well into his whole 'holy shit I feel bad for the campus weirdo' schtick. He's really starting to feel that headache again, though.* It is important to be kind to others, no matter what. It is how I was raised, and it is how I have chosen to live my life.

He sighs. Well, you can't win 'em all. What a sweet fucking guy. "You're absolutely right. Don't listen to me. I'm kind of an asshole. And still being one taking up so much of your time!! Sorry. I'm gonna head out now, but take care Tomosei. Thank you so much for the help. And if you ever need anything that I can actually help with, please don't hesitate to ask."

You have helped plenty, Monsieur Yōgai. If you are in need of more assistance, I would be honoured to help. *Between Leo's text's and Zero still being here, he's really at his limit. Thank god he's about to leave. (Ugh. Just a little more ass-kissing and he'll be out of my goddamn hair. Holy shit, what a fucking nightmare. Never agreeing to help again.)* I must ask that you not be too hard on yourself either. You are quite kind; to leave snacks for your friend is very noble. *As soon as the sentence leaves his mouth he knows he fucks up. Holy shit. This is, truly, somehow, all Leo's fault. He shoves the rest of his things into his bag and forces a smile.* ....... It is I who has kept you. I have another student to meet with. If you would excuse me, mon ami. *(FUCK. FUUUUUUUCK. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. HOOOOLY FUCK. FUUUUUCKKKKK.)* (edited)

His blood turns to ice, the cheerful smile fading as he processes what Tomosei says. "Um... thanks.... but I didn't tell you that I left anything for him..." Obvious realization dawns on his face. Oh my god. Holy shit he was fucking blind. He's not sure whether to make up some bullshit excuse for Tomosei and let him get away with the comment. Or if he should... he pulls out the sour gummies from his bag and slides it over to Tomosei "How have you been? I got worried." He intentionally makes no mention of the name Kamiyama.

*He looks for the nearest window to jump out of and finds nothing, so he settles on the next best thing. Lying through his goddamn teeth. He doesn't even turn to face Zero again when he hears the bag slid over.* A-Are you quite sure? I recall you mentioning it. Je suis pardon, I must've misheard. Forgive me. Now if you would excuse me, *His back is still fully turned as he hears the next part, and though Zero can't see his expression, he visibly stiffens. He doesn't need to mention the name. Tomosei can already hear it in his thoughts.* ...... Monsieur Yōgai, though I seem to misremember the contents of our previous conversation, I am sure that you have just told me not to hesitate with requests that you are able to assist with. If that is the case, then my request is simple. *He takes a deep breath and glances around to ensure nobody was near. And then, he lowered his voice anyway, whispering so that only Zero could hear it.* Forget that name, and this conversation. There's no point in worrying about useless things. Do you understand? *He tilts his head ever so slightly. Only enough to look at Zero from the corner of his eye.* There is nobody in Frostheim, or all of Darkwick, who matches that description. You must be mistaken.

Why does he keep pushing him away? Why does Zero care? Sure he fucked up describing Kamiyama, but he'd done everything else right hadn't he? Why was the guy so utterly god damn insistent on not having a friend? Even if it was a friendship based solely on sour candy and disliking Leo. "I don't think what I'm worrying about is useless."

leaves her studio and walks through the huge library and see Zero off on the other side with an orange haired person. But has no energy to talk to be curious about what was happening, as she continues to leave the huge room.

*He eyes Mairo carefully until she leaves, still refusing to look at Zero. God. God. Why can't he just leave this alone? Why does he have to be so persistent? He can't help himself. He laughs.* You're the only goddamn one in the world who thinks that, Kōji. *He drops his voice for that again, but seems to realise how he's acting. He shakes his head again, takes a deep breath, and turns to Zero with a soft smile on his face. Just like Tomosei always has.* .... I apologise. I'm not sure what came over me. I fear I've overstayed my welcome by quite a bit. If you have no more questions....

His heart gives a little stutter, a familiar sinking feeling settling in his gut. It's not pity. It's something else he doesn't want to name. "Well, then I guess I'll go on thinking it. One is better than none." He takes a deep breath. "Thank you for the help studying Tomosei, I genuinely appreciate it. I know I'm not the easiest guy to have patience with." He turns and walks away, leaving the gummies on the table. (edited)

*One is better than none, huh? He waited for the library to be free of people before he slammed his hand down on the table. The bag jumped slightly into the air and landed with a dull thud. He doesn't understand Zero. He doesn't understand him at all. Even knowing his true thoughts hadn't helped him a single bit. Tomosei was, for the first time in a long, long while, at a loss for what to do. What sort of idiot likes someone like KAMIYAMA? What sort of fucking loner do you have to be to stoop so low? Tomo isn't stupid. He knows Zero has other friends. Even tolerable ones, like Jo or Seiya. So why the fuck did he insist on trying to befriend him? Can't he just be satisfied with Tomosei? With the princess? With the person fucking everybody else is satisfied with? He takes a few shuddering breaths, trying to calm down the twitching of his body. He doesn't care. He won't care. It doesn't matter. It works, but only to a degree. He leaves the candy on the table and uses his favourite artefact again, returning to his room in Frostheim. Tomosei's room. His room. One is better than none. One is better than none. One is better than-- He shuts his eyes tightly and lowers himself onto the bed. Twitches. Takes a deep breath. (I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.) Tomosei makes a mental note to block Zero again later.*

Zero enters the library and heads for the corner he'd studied with Tomo in last night. The bag of sour Sakeru gummies he'd given to Tomosei was still sitting on the table. Stubborn bastard. It was literally just fucking candy? Zero takes a seat at the table and sighs, pulling out his occult studies assignment. This one was particularly vexing. As he read through the assignment, he decided it wouldn't hurt to try one of the gummies. Oh! It sure had a kick. But how the fuck did Kamiyama down these fuckers like... well... like they were candy? Zero could barely get through one. He laughed quietly to himself. "All the tea brewing has made my palate frail, I guess." He returned to his assignment:

5:59 PM

The Convergence of Natural Law and Anomalous Phenomena: The Doctrine of Anomalous Reciprocity

In classical occult theory, the Law of Reciprocity asserts that all actions upon the spiritual or anomalous plane invoke a proportional reaction upon the material plane. This principle has been exemplified in countless recorded rituals and anomaly encounters, yet remains an underdeveloped area of study in modern ghoul research.

To illustrate: the binding of an anomaly to an artifact, while stabilizing its presence, inherently creates a locus of instability elsewhere. Such manifestations are not random but instead tethered to the practitioner’s intent, emotional state, or the anomaly’s own intrinsic nature. This suggests a duality of existence, where even the most carefully crafted spells or rituals risk unforeseen consequences.

One notable example occurred during the...

5:59 PM

UGHHHH Why did everything have to be worded so densely? Zero bets Ritsu probably pops a boner reading this shit. Ugh gross. He skimmed through the rest of the reading:

The takeaway is clear: any manipulation of anomalous energies must account for potential collateral effects BLAH BLAH BLAH ethical implications of their rituals, as well as the resilience of the environments BLAH BLAH BLAH Further research is needed to determine whether advancements in Stigma enhancement can mitigate these reactions or, conversely, if such enhancements exacerbate the law’s effects. As anomalies grow more volatile in response to BLAH BLAH BLAH

UGHHH He can't read any more of this shit. He skips to the essay question.

Reflection Question:

Considering your own Stigma or artifact, how might it inadvertently contribute to reciprocity-based disturbances? Propose one mitigation strategy for such risks and evaluate its feasibility in real-world application.

*He knows this is the stupidest thing he could possibly do. He knows he told himself he'd never help this motherfucker again--that he'd leave him to fail the stupid fucking class and hope the motherfucker fails so hard he dies--but he knows that he can't reject it, either, because he was stupid enough to establish in personal DMs that he'd help. Because Tomosei Himeji can't just leave a fellow student he was seen tutoring to fail. He takes a deep breath as he heads towards the same table as before. Pointedly ignores the bag. Ignores any interaction they had before. Ignores his own thoughts as he says,* Monsieur Yōgai, it is a pleasure to see you again. I trust that you've been well since we last spoke? May I sit? *He's all perfect smiles and grace as he bows his head slightly and gestures to the chair across from Zero. His eyes scan the assignment briefly. Ugh. This is by far the worst section of that goddamn class. It's not hard just... annoying. He waits for Zero's permission to sit.*

Zero laughs, "If you count getting my phone stolen by Towa, then yeah. I've been well. Oh, um yeah, please sit. You don't have to ask." He looks at Tomosei for the slightest hint of anything. If he was annoyed by their conversation earlier, he doesn't show it. "How have you been? I mean like, really been?"

*Of course Zero let his phone get stolen. Of course. His utter annoyance at that also goes unseen, though certainly not unfelt. He sits down gracefully and folds his hands in his lap.* I've been quite well as well. I've nothing to complain about, either, and I've neither trials nor tribulations. I am grateful you allowed me to assist you tonight. I fear I would've had very little to do otherwise. *He chuckles softly and tilts his head to the side as he looks at Zero. Dares him to question it, even.*

As Tomosei seems to have predictably ignored his question, Zero tries a different approach. "How has our mutual acquaintance been?"

*Ugh. If Zero was trying to get a reaction, it worked. Anger flashed for just a moment before Tomosei turned his head to feign a cough, covering whatever emotion he had with it.* I haven't spoken with him. I wouldn't know. Perhaps you should try to reach out to him yourself, rather than inquiring through me? I shamefully regret to admit I cannot help you with that endeavour.

He sighs. It's genuine too, unfeigned. "That's a shame. I haven't been able to reach him. I think he deleted his accounts. I don't really understand why he cuts himself off from people. But if you really think I should reach out to him again, I can definitely give that a shot."

I think you should let him be, mon ami. It sounds as though you're expending quite a bit of effort for one who hasn't returned it, non? You cannot please everyone. Perhaps it is for the best that he remains alone. *If the other students heard him say that, he'd definitely be fucked, but the library was generally empty, and their section far enough off he didn't fear eavesdropping. Even if that stupid fucker Kurosagi could hear, it wasn't like he didn't already know.* Are you attempting to deflect from the worksheet? It is important to be diligent when it comes to studies. I cannot allow myself to distract you from achieving the grades you wish for.

He laughs. "Please everyone? Hardly. And I think you're wrong, for the record." He knows what remaining alone does to people. It's not pretty. Things fester. Ideas rot. Personalities become unrecognizable. But he knows it would be stupid to say any of this to Tomosei. "Ah... you caught me. Yep. Just trying to weasel my way out of doing my homework." An obvious lie, but he decides not to prod Tomosei further. "Uhh actually really quick, before we start, can I use your phone to send a message to Seiya? I sort of left him hanging before Towa took my phone."

Seiya peaks into the library after being led there by Towa to see Zero and Tomosei. Having yet to be noticed, he stands behind Zero and dangles his phone in front of his face. "Looking for this?" He returns Zero's phone. "Glad to see that you're not rotting in a hole somewhere. Hi, Tomosei." (edited)

Zero jumps a little in surprise. He was suddenly very glad he'd dropped the 'shared acquaintance' topic. "Seiya! I was literally just asking Tomosei if I could borrow his phone to text you! Guess I don't need to anymore, thanks! How'd you convince Towa to give it back?" He takes the phone from Seiya, fingertips brushing his hand a little longer than necessary.

waves smileing

"I didn't, he just gave it to me after mentioning your name." He pulls up a chair an sits next to Zero. "Are you guys studying or something?"

Zero glares at Towa. "Uh-huh. That so?" He clears his throat. "Uh... yes. I've been struggling with occult studies and Tomosei has been helping me with some concepts." He would slide the paper over to show Seiya, but Tomosei looks to be engrossed in reading the content.

9:12 PM

he brought snacks! They are all flowers-

Seiya occupies himself with attempting to make flower crowns for Zero, Towa, and Tomosei as they study.

happily helps Seiya

*He would've responded to the jab had it not been for their guests. But it's better this way. He seems to relax as Seiya and Towa join in their study session, turning his attention fully towards the worksheet.* Greetings, mes amis. It is a pleasure to see you both again. Monsieur Masamoto, Monsieur Otonashi, I hope you've both been well? *He offers them both a smile and nods cordially.*

Zero looks back at the worksheet. Maybe he really ought to just puzzle this one out for himself. He doesn't want to irritate Tomosei, and having a crowd is probably undesired. He squints at it, the words blurring together.

~~!!

He returns the smile and places a flower crown on Zero's head. "I've been doing well. How are you, Tomosei?" He begins to make another.

puts one on Tomosei

I have been doing quite well myself. I must apologise once again for our previous interaction, Monsieur Masamoto. I feel horrible I almost allowed your funds to be used unknowingly. *As soon as Towa places the crown on his head, Tomosei's eyes widen in surprise. He really kinda expected it to be for Zero only. He smiled softly and lifted his hand to gently touch it, soon turning to Towa.* Merci, Monsieur Otonashi. I will take the utmost care of it. *His gaze returned to Zero.* Are you struggling, mon ami?

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"Uhh, actually after reading it through a second time, I think I've got it now. I'm really sorry to have bothered you Tomosei." He's lying, he does not understand the material. But he is telling the truth about feeling bad for bothering Tomosei. Zero gathers his things and shoves everything into his bag, including the gummies. "I'm gonna go back to my dorm and studying now I think! Thanks for the flower crown babe~!" He gives Seiya a kiss on the cheek and darts out of the library, slipping into one of the secret passages he'd previously used to sneak into Frostheim. Once he's there, he's overcome by an odd sense of frustration. He leans against a wall and slides down, putting his hands over his eyes as though trying to wipe away the very emotions that threaten to spill over.

Seiya was surprised to see Zero suddenly run out of the library. "Hey, wait!" He stands up while still trying to tie flower steams together. Seeing that Towa already made Tomosei a flower crown, he placed his somewhat rushed piece of work on Towa's head before trying to follow Zero. Because he was finishing up the crown he didn't see where Zero left. "Umm.." He returned to the table. "Well, uh, see you guys around?" He waves awkwardly before leaving to go find Zero.

smiles brightly

Ryu enters the library searching for something, anything. The very idea of what he was about to do makes him want to retch, but he had no choice. He had to right his wrongs.

8:17 PM

He finds a dusty tome on a shelf very clearly labeled, "For Staff and Ghouls ONLY"

Ryu staggers out of the library. Knitting needle wound healed.

Alan stumbles out of the infirmary, making his way to the library. For some reason this place is really calling out to him. He feels drawn to this one particular table. He walks up to it and sits down. (It’s the seat where Tomo sits usually). For some reason sitting here calms him a little. He feels a tug at his heart. There’s this invisible connection pulling at him. He reverently runs his hand over the spot in the table in front of him. Yearning for a physical connection with whoever this spot belonged to.

*Truthfully, Tomosei prefers studying in his own room on his own time, but some incessant chatter rippling across the dorm about some spell or other made it frankly annoying, and WickHive's unusual liveliness forced his hand. So here he was, books in hand, worksheets clipped neatly together, staring at the table he usually sits at, which was currently being occupied by someone that was neither friend nor expected.* Monsieur Mido, *He smiles cordially.* What brings you here today? *(AND CAN YOU PLEASE FUCKING LEAVE?)*

Alan starts. He didn’t expect to hear a voice from behind him. He turns around to look at who’s addressing him as he makes eye contact with the mysterious individual, his heart stops. His breath hitches. Wow. You’re gorgeous he looks up at tomo with hearts in his eyes. He finally feels at peace. His heart is singing actually. He gets up, walking close to Tomo, he hesitantly raises his hand, grazing his finger along Tomo’s cheek. Finally. You’re here.

*(Holy fucking shit if you don't move that finger you are going to fucking lose it! Holy shit! Who the fuck do you think you are?! What the fuck are you doing you mammoth?! Die! Die die die die die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) His smile turns far more nervous as he takes a step back, face flushing red with suppressed anger. Though Tomo was pissed, it really just looked as if he was flustered by the actions of the other. If Alan wasn't a captain he'd have hightailed it away already, Unfortunately, god isn't nearly as kind to him as he hoped.* M-Merci, Monsieur Mido. May I ask as to, um... what you are doing here? And why you were waiting for me in particular? I'm afraid I may be of little use to someone of your... station.

I love you… Alan trails off trying to remember this persons name… wait a second he doesn’t know it. How could he not know his one true love’s name? What’s your name again? Wait it doesn’t matter I love you and I need to hold you. Please? He looks at tomo with a pained and love struck expression. He needs to hold him in his arms otherwise he’s going to explode. He’s sure of it.

N-N-Non! I must insist you refrain from doing such a thing, Monsieur Mido! Are you unwell? Perhaps we should visit Professor Nicolas, *(FUCK NO? FUUUCK NO. IF YOU HUG ME YOU'LL CRUSH ME TO DEATH. ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCKING KILL ME? HOLY SHIT. NO WAY IN HELL YOU'RE GETTING MY GODDAMN NAME EITHER.) He quickly shakes his head as he tries to find any indication that Alan is joking. He finds none though, because he is certain that Alan has never had a funny bone in his entire body, and instead takes another few steps back.* M-Mon ami, I will contact Monsieur Haizono or Monsieur Kurosagi to come escort you at once.

Alan panics and grabs Tomo’s arm(in his mind gently), he cradles it against his chest. Please. Please stay. Don’t go. alan looks at tomo, his eyes slightly watering. He’s scared, terrified even. He does NOT want to be left alone. He NEEDS to be with Tomo.

*He's going to die. He's really going to die. Whether it's gently or not, Tomosei is certain that he will die right here in this shitty library and be known forever as the guy who Mido went batshit over. Holy fuck. Holy goddamn shit.* I... *(NEEDS? WITH ME? THE FUCK? THE ACTUAL FUCK? WHY ARE YOU SUCH A GODDAMN PERVERT? AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE A TURBO VIRGIN? HAVE YOU FINALLY SNAPPED? ARE YOU GODDAMN FUCKING CRAZY?) He tries to wrench his hand away but finds that he cannot, and that sends him into a minor panic. He looks around the room for anyone that might be able to help and finds it irritatingly empty.* Monsieur Mido, you are very sick. We have never officially met, at least not to my knowledge, and I cannot imagine these feelings are... natural. Please allow me to escort you to Professor Nicolas.

Alan’s too busy staring into Tomo’s eyes to pay attention to what he’s saying really. Your eyes are beautiful. Your is hair is silky and pretty… he takes his free hand and wraps a strand of Tomo’s hair around his finger, lightly twirling it. He needs to get closer to him though. This isn’t enough. He needs more contact. Can I kiss you? Please? Or hug you…

F— *(UUUUUCCCKKKKKK NOOOOOOOO.) He immediately shuts his mouth before his words can escape him. Where are the exits? How fast can he run? How long can he hold Alan off? He stares at the strand of hair in Alan's hand and tries to muster the best smile he can. His hand rests on the artefact chain on his waist.* Monsieur Mido, please take your hand off of my hair. *He's still taking steps backwards as he stares.* (edited)

Alan reluctantly removes his hand from Tomo’s hair, stepping back to look at him, a pout on his face, you heard that right a god damn pout on his face. Alan felt disappointed. Why can’t he play with his love’s hair? Oh well he doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable… Fine… but don’t go okay? Here, sit down with me. Alan tugs on Tomo’s arm, the one he’s currently cradling and pulls him onto his lap, sitting on the same seat he was before. Alan sighs resting his chin on Tomo’s head. Holding him close. He feels so content. His heart is so full. The cold he once felt is gone, now filling with a warmth blossoming from having tomo with him at last. He could stay like this forever. This is nice. You smell so good. I love you… Alan does not at all notice the extreme discontent Tomo is currently experiencing, too lost in his own love sickness

*Oh good. He doesn't have to cut off Alan's hand. He removes his own hand from the chain and attempts another strained smile, which only succeeds up until his arm is being tugged and he's falling onto Alan's lap, in which it quickly faded into surprise and, frankly, anger. His face is bright red, as he thinks, ([These thoughts have been censored by Darkwick's internal system after being deemed too inappropriate for all audiences ever.]) And tries to pull away again, to no avail.* ............. I highly insist you unhand me this very instant Monsieur or I will begin to scream.

looking through multiple books trying to find a reverseal to the potion they made

Reply to: @Tomosei Himeji (@heckle) *Oh good. He doesn't have to cut off Alan's hand. He removes his own hand from the chain and attempts another strained smile, w...

Unhand you? Why? Alan voice comes out strained. His lip is wobbling and his eyes are tearing up. He feels awful. He knows he should let Tomo go, but he doesn’t want to. He briefly squeezes him tighter, and then let’s go. I’m sorry. his voice breaks, and the tears finally fall. You don’t love me, do you? Alan’s heart breaks. He clutches his chest. He’s in so much pain. He tries taking a breath in, forgetting how. Oh god he’s panicking, he needs tomo to love him back, otherwise existing is torture. Please… he gasps out, Don’t leave me. Don’t go. the tears fall harder, he chokes back a sob

runs to Sinorista

*He is honest to god going to kill this man. He watches as Alan begins to cry and immediately scrambled back, placing a hand on his chest as though he truly feels bad.* Mon ami, I am deeply sorry. It appears I have given you the wrong impression, and for that I must truly apologise. *Tomosei bows as deeply as he can and folds his hands in front of him, a frown set firmly on his features. His face was still bright red, and though he was usually composed, the ordeal had caused him to look a bit more unkempt and awkward.* I have never, and will never, hold romantic inclinations towards you, Monsieur Mido. I respect you deeply. Please do not take this to heart. *(And please don't fucking kill yourself because I'm rejecting you?! Holy shit if you make any sort of move I'll brain you with a chair 'till you calm the fuck down!!!!!!)*

Alan hears Tomo’s words. The rejection clear. Upon the confirmation his heart shatters. He starts sobbing harder, his body wracking. ‘I have never, and will never, hold romantic inclinations towards you.’ Those words ring in Alan’s ears. They’ll haunt him for the rest of his life. Never? he barely manages to gasp that out. His hands drag down his face, wet with tears. He can’t stand looking at Tomo after such a hard cut answer. He has to get out of here. He feels like he’s dying. This is unbearable. He can’t stay here any longer if he makes eye contact with his love, he’s sure he’ll do something drastic. I’ve got to go Alan stands up, a panicked look in his eyes, and immediately bolts away. He runs through the library and find a dark corner. Seeing no one there, he sinks down, back against the wall. Pulling out his phone, he opens Wiki Hive, rubbing his eyes to see clearer.

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1:26 AM

He scans the library searching for Alan. He's not hard to find. The man's bloody 12 foot tall.

1:26 AM

"Alan!!! Let me hold your hands and comfort you!!!"

go marry him instead then

"You're a bloody idiot. I'm doing this to cure the brute so Morgan doesn't have to worry about him."

the bloody idiot is Christine

He rushes over to Alan and holds his hands out to him. "Take my hands, I'm here to support you."

He looks up, seeing someone before him. Instinctively he grabs his hand

The moment Alan takes his hand, he mutters... "Salpham." His thoughts are suddenly overtaken by... that Princess. Tomosei. Prim and proper and so caring about others... oh to be loved by such an individual. The thought alone makes him want to—he doubles over and vomits. How vile. Someone with no backbone or sense of self-motivation could ever be the interest of Ryu. He releases Alan's hands. "Right then, that's you settled." He leaves the library.

Alan blinks. His head feels clearer. His face blanches, recalling all he did under the affects of whatever spell that was. He feels sick, but this time from mortification, and NOT love sickness. He looks at his phone. Oh god. He wrote all this on a public forum for everyone to see. Someone please come kill him after all. Seriously please end his misery.

Ok! Time to study! ... This is going to suckkkkkkkkkkk they sighed, knowing how big of a battle this is going to be. Luckily they will remeber this stuff atleast

Subaru quietly walks up to Morgan and peeks over his shoulder. "May I ask what you are studying?"

Hm? It was... They checked the book Anonomious history

*Anonamious

"How are you faring in that course?"

Good- just-

9:52 PM

They sighed and looked at the book Was told I have to study...

"Do you have the material memorized?"

no...

"I suppose it's a good thing you're studying then. Do you require assistance?"

Please...? I don't get it at all

Subaru sits next to Morgan. "What part are you stuck on?"

All of it...

"Ah, I see. This may take a while, then."

nods a bit and sighed

The youth these days won't read a book but will certainly swallow the unconceived under the tables.

says you

I saw it with my own eyes.

Ken walks in and sits at a table to catch up on his studies for anomalous medicine. He didn't pay attention *AT ALL today.*

Maybe she'd return to nibble on some books here later... they looked rather nice and aged.

Suspicious that such an institution like this wouldn’t have a single book about the anomaly that cursed her. There was a room locked to public access in the far back but she doubted anything in there would be helpful. If Darkwick had answers… surely they wouldn’t hide it. Right?

He finds a hefty book about generational curses. The language is archaic so it's going to take some time to read to understand any relevant information.

Hato reads a magazine titled "How to Tell He Likes You," but the cover is hidden by a textbook so it looks like he is studying diligently.

Hato frowns in disappointment. This was for straight people. He puts the magazine away and begins to read BL instead.

SeaSea scampers into the library. He has a very specific book he's looking for. He had put it off to the side last time he was here. He hums to himself, passing bookshelf by bookshelf until he sees it. On the very bottom shelf, towards the back , "A Illustrated Guide to Deep Sea Creatures", shines at her. He claps and makes his way over, pulling it off the shelf with a small "oof". He opens the book up right there, to excited to lug it back to Oli's room. He pulls out another book and uses it as a stool as he reads.

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In the dimness of the library at midnight where Sterling waits, a shadow slips between shelves and approaches him. It's Jo's scarred hand that brushes his and her lips that skim his ear as she whispers, "Follow me." And avoiding both the glow of the sparse lamps still lit and the attention of the cats by the doors, she leads the way to the back of the library where spiral staircases lead to the second landing. From there, Jo pauses and glances at the broken watch on her hand—before remembering it's broken—then her phone to check the time. With a grin, she crooks a finger at Sterling in a 'Come here' motion. As soon as he's close enough, Jo takes hold of him and pulls him with her into a bookshelf where they should have crashed. Instead, as if by a glitch, they're transported to the library's rooftop under the glittering stars in the sky.

He doesn’t flinch when her fingers brush his—doesn’t have to. The callouses on her hand are familiar now. Recognizable. He smiles and follows. There’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes when she skirts the cats. He nearly trips on a sunbeam-orange tabby, catching himself with a hand to the shelf. On the second floor, as she checks the time on a broken watch like it’s muscle memory, he watches her with an easy fondness. Her grin. That motion of her finger. Sterling obeys with a wolfish smirk tugging at his lips. He doesn’t resist when she grabs him— And the moment should end with a clatter of books and curses, but it doesn’t. They blink out, slip between the world like pages turned too quickly. One step later, the rooftop opens up before them, all stars and silence and sky. Sterling exhales like he hasn’t breathed since she touched him. “You know, Jo,” he says, glancing over with a quiet smile, “I’d follow you into hell. Or a bookshelf. Same difference, really.” His comment is a silly quip but he's now staring up at the stars with obvious reverence. Nice work Jo. (edited)

The heavens are open above them, sparkling like thousands upon thousands of diamonds, and Jo only has eyes for Sterling as he smiles at her and stares up at the stars. Her heart gives a musical twang like the pull of a guitar string. There's a little quirk to her lips, amused and tender in equal measure. She knew this had been a good idea. When Sterling mentioned his favourite plant, it had inspired her. And speaking of... Jo slips her hand into his and gently guides Sterling to the roof's edge where they sit. From the pocket of her coat, she withdraws a small diamond bunch—thin leaves and stems that end in beautiful little starlike flowers. Very faintly from the glow of the campus far below them, you can see a slightly shy blush over Jo's cheeks. "Managed to find some. This is... well, my stigma's little trick," she says, holding the Star of Bethlehem flowers out to Sterling. "They don't die this way, not really. Just turn into something else." After a moment, Jo adds, "I'd never ask you to follow me into hell either. You make me want to be better than that. I know we're ghouls. I know I'm not a good person, and I might never have been. But I'd try to get to some kind of heaven, if it exists. If you can follow me there."

He watches her like a man trying to memorize the stars and realizing, too late, that they’ve taken the shape of her instead. When she takes his hand, he lets her lead—because he always does, because the world seems to right itself when she’s holding on to him. At the roof’s edge, he sits beside her, legs folding loosely beneath him, hands still in hers as if to make sure none of this disappears. Then comes the flower. He stares. Not just at it—but at her. At the faint red over her cheeks that has nothing to do with the wind. At the way she offers it like it’s not the most beautiful thing he’s ever been given. He takes the Star of Bethlehem from her fingers like it’s glass. Thumb brushing over the perfectly diamond petals. Sterling swallows. “...beautiful.” he says in quiet awe. He's not looking at the flower. And then her voice— His eyes flick down to the diamond gift at her words. There’s something stricken in his expression, like her confession slipped under his skin before he could stop it. He opens his mouth—then closes it. Then finally: “Jo…” His voice is unsteady, uneven in a way he rarely lets show. His fingers tighten faintly around hers. “If there’s a heaven for people like us… it’s not some pearly-gate bullshit. It’s this. You and me. Finding something that’s supposed to be dead and giving it a second life.” He brings her hand to his lips and presses a kiss to her knuckles. Gentle. Grateful. Devoted. “If you’re going, I’m already there.”

Jo has seen a few sides to Sterling. A man of smooth confidence, a charming gentleman, wry jokester, flustered cowboy, sincere soul, furious retaliator, and soft companion. But this? The way his dark eyes have flown wide, a hauntingly vulnerable shine in them as he stares at her like she unwittingly took a misericord and sunk her blade deep into the slightest chink of his armour, a place thought to be unknown and untouchable. Until now. Jo has not seen him like this before. It causes her breath to hitch, caught on a precipice, much like how they sat on the edge of the library's roof. Sterling Atlas is lost for words. Floundering. And Jo finds her words escape her just at the sight. What a curious pair they make. And then he speaks. Jo's heard his voice deep, rich and velvety. She's heard him be dry, talk loud, and whisper. He's murmured low in a way that makes her blush, and she's listened to him gasp her name. But now she hears a tremor as he says her name. And as his fingers tighten around hers, she listens to his uneven voice that seems to struggle with a flood of feelings barely contained within his words. 'Jesus Christ, Waker,' she thinks to herself as her heart thumps heavily in dance as Sterling describes their heaven--'You and me'--and she knows she's a goner. Jo's lost the battle. The guards have abandoned their stations and Sterling snuck in, despite it all. If he broke her heart now, it'd be a devastating blow that'd likely land her in a bar again, this time with no dream cowboy to impart comfort and wisdom for her to guide home. 'Finding something that's supposed to be dead and giving it a second life.' Oh... how much those words mean to Jo Waker.

7:32 AM

Her breath exhales on a shudder as Sterling lifts her knuckles to his lips and her heart leaps. Jo's opal gaze, luminous in the starlight, is filled with untold words. Something seems to finally click in place for her as she retrieves her hand from his kiss, only to pull his in close to lay it over her chest. Her hand smooths over his, covering it while her heartbeat is a strong, steady pulse under his palm. "Sterling," she whispers, because if she speaks louder, her voice will be just as uneven, "You should know I never thought I'd feel this way about an American." The grin is swift, mischievous. It's an unexpected joke, but there's no real judgement, no malice. Instead, there's something very warm. "Truth be told, I thought I was born damned before I even made a deal with a demon. I never thought I'd meet someone like you. Someone who makes me feel like I could find my own heaven with them." Jo leans in, lashes fluttering as she glances down at his lips. "I'm... really glad I got my heart broken and I went to Rui's bar that night over it. If it meant meeting you."

He doesn’t laugh at the joke. Not right away. Because for a moment, Sterling can’t do anything but look at her like she’s sunrise in human form—something warm and golden and way too good for the likes of him. His chest tightens beneath her hand, his breath catching at the pulse he feels under his own palm. That heartbeat. That trust. “Jo Waker,” he says, hushed like her name is a secret he’s been entrusted with. “You tell a man you found him a piece of heaven, then go and say somethin’ like that?” He shakes his head once, slow, lips curling into a smile that’s softer than anything he’s ever worn around anyone else. He looks at her like he could memorize this exact version of her for the rest of his life. “I ain’t ever gonna recover.” He leans in. His other hand lifts—fingertips brushing against her jaw, then curling gently around the back of her neck as he brings his forehead to hers. “I know what it’s like to think you were damned from the start. Hell, some nights I still do.” A pause. His voice drops. “But I’m startin’ to think maybe we’re not. Maybe we’re just…” His nose bumps hers, light and affectionate. Then a whisper. “…two lost things that found somethin’ holy in each other.” And with that, he kisses her. Slow. Sure. With all the gentle devotion of a man who has absolutely, stupidly, irrevocably fallen in love.

Jo Waker. She's undone by her own name from this man's mouth. The reverence in his voice makes Jo feels like she could be more than just a ghoul, more than a woman even—like she was some celestial, holy being beyond the confines of blood, bone, and flesh. And her name's an incantation. A prayer. A wish. A plea. Jo Waker. Sterling's so soft. So, so meltingly soft and tender. It aches in her palms and reaches deep into her marrow, into the birdcage of her chest housing her heart. Her pulse had been peacefully steady, but as he leans in closer—first their foreheads touching, then their noses—it flutters with wings beneath his palm, picking up in speed. When he kisses her, Jo decides she believes in the divine despite their demonic deals, at least in the moment. She amends her earlier thoughts. Maybe flesh was its own kind of holy. Maybe the blood that rushes through her and thrums beneath Sterling's skin is ichor in its own right. Who said they were damned? What demon could claim their souls when they still have the capacity to love like this? Clarity hits her. A bolt of lightning in a clear, starry night. Jo Waker loves him. ... The thought makes her head buzz with faintness. Or was that just the effect Sterling had on her? It'd be so embarrassing to swoon right now. That was supposed to be for silly romance novels. She pulls away, breathing heavily and trying to refocus. "We should probably get off this roof."

He feels it when her heart kicks up beneath his hand. Feels the tremble in her chest like the flutter of wings against a cage. Feels her kiss him back like she’s breathing him in, like she’s decided there’s oxygen in the shape of his mouth. And for a brief, endless stretch of stars and silence, Sterling Atlas truly believes they are untouched by whatever sins got them here. He doesn’t know what she’s just realized. Doesn’t know her thoughts are already leagues ahead of him, carving his name into her bones with the weight of love. But he feels something shift. Something vast. Something irreversible. And when she pulls away, he opens his eyes like surfacing from a dream. The stars are still there. The world didn’t end. Somehow, miraculously, Jo Waker kissed him like he was worth the miracle. She speaks. He blinks. “Off the roof?” His voice is a little hoarse, a little dazed. “Right. Yeah. Roof.” He runs a hand through his hair, suddenly self-conscious in the wake of what just happened. Like he’s trying to ground himself again before he floats straight into the night sky. He glances at her sidelong, a grin slowly rising. Playful, but still stunned. He doesn’t move right away. Just lets their hands find each other again, fingers threading together instinctively. Like maybe if they walk down from heaven, they’ll bring a piece of it with them. “Lead the way, Miss Waker.”

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