Remember Me for Centuries

( WORDS ) 436 ( TAGGED ) @kyler  ( Bio ) here The day hadn't started out as she'd planned. When she woke this morning, there was a small strip of sunlight that'd filtered through her shades, creating a small ring of red on her wrist that had, admittedly, been much more irritated than she'd originally thought. Finding a bandage that wouldn't further agitate her alabaster skin was yet another element of her morning routine that she didn't need to deal with. Her insomnia had been extremely prevalent the previous night, seeing that she was more determined than ever to prove to Braedyn that companions, scientifically and socially, provided many more hindrances for her life than his, and with these points, she'd be able to conclude that having friends generally wasn't a good decision. She'd tossed herself into her studies, drowning out her constant frustrations through hours upon hours of tedious work and perfecting every assignment given to her. Of course, this gave her yet another reason to put off rest to the ungodly hours of the morning, but at least it was something she enjoyed doing. Outshining her peers through academics made up for the infuriating inferiority she felt watching people excel in athletics, something due to her medical condition she could never engage in. With darkness outlining her oddly pinkish eyes, Felicity, donned in a pair of high waisted jeans and a professional, light gray sweater, entered the library carrying a large textbook and a small bag of grapes. A pair of high heeled boots and rose-colored lipstick sculpting her mouth attempted to add a mildly imposing air of authority to her five-foot-three stature, although it provided a mediocre job at best. Flipping her hair off of her shoulders with a swift gesture of her hand, she seated herself upon a plush sofa (naturally far from the window) and began to flip through her textbook carefully. She wasn't quite sure as to why she'd been taking AP World History only now, but the course was fascinating. Confucianism and Buddhism had always intrigued her to some extent, but this was a beautifully in-depth perspective on the subjects. Of course, she was a few chapters ahead of the class, but any class's pace seemed to be too slow for her quick mind. A pair of black-rimmed glasses added to her angular features as she popped a grape into her mouth and, without further ado, began to read with a fervor like no other. Her eyelashes, adorned in an acceptable amount of mascara to lengthen and define them, swiveled eagerly from side to side as her eyes comprehended and flitted over the words, oblivious to the world around her. Second chances they don't ever matter

MADE BY VEL OF GS

Kylar was surrounded by people from almost the moment he got up to the moment he went to bed most days, it seemed. People are always interested in what he was doing and where he was going and who he would be with. It was almost suffocating at times. The only real escape he could get was when he stated he was headed to the library, or to go train. No one wanted to watch him study, and watching him train his powers might get a little dangerous. So he used that time wisely, his alone time being effectively the same as his study time.

Needless to say, Kylar was a regular in the library. The librarian knew him by name, might even let him get away with an overdue book every now and then. He even had a specific spot he always went to, a certain couch. Which today seemed to be occupied. It was still early yet, and Kylar still had a little bit of sleepy muss to his hair that had simply refused to go away, no matter how long he had tried. He had on grey skinny jeans and a deep purple button up shirt, open a little at the top to hint at the chest beneath it. And this was dressing casual for him.

Kylar set his bag down on the floor at the opposite side of the couch and sighed lightly, letting the other occupant know he was there. The couch was certainly big enough for two, but it would just be rude to barge in and demand his spot, no matter how much he felt like doing just that. It was a small girl, very pale, and she seemed engrossed in her book. Kylar thought he recognized her, maybe he had seen her around the dorms before? Either way, she didn't look like the type who might bother him, so he was fine if she wanted to sit on his couch. As long as she didn't mind sharing. Kylar sat down at the opposite end himself, long legs stretched out in front of him, as he pulled out a textbook of his own from his band flipped to almost the back of it, clearly way ahead of where anyone else might be. The whole book was riddled with little flags and post-it notes, marked in a neat, slanting hand of detailed notes and comments. It was clear Kylar was not just a pretty face.

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