Playlist No. 8

[Felix Nicholas]

"Prom season is upon us, dear listeners. So it's time for all of you out there to take the forward approach, don't you think?" Came the warm, upbeat voice of Bellefonte Academy radio. "The worst they can say is no, right? I'll be rooting for all of you." Felix smiled softly, his fingers skipping over the keys on the main monitor's dashboard, his gaze focused on the music program which was ready and waiting. "Now, I think it's about time I took my own advice. I'm about to do something a bit cheesy, so apologies in advance... But I hope you all enjoy this regardless. Now if you don't mind, there's somewhere I need to be. Stay smiling, Bellefonte."
With that, Felix Nicholas signed off his morning broadcast, activating the loaded playlist as he did so.

Playlist No. 8.

It was a piece of his own editing, an entwining symphony of the favourite songs and music preferred by Elsa Bellefonte; Now he just had to hope that she had tuned in to his morning broadcast. He settled back in his chair a moment, folding his arms across his chest as he watched the lines and colours on the main monitor mirror the beats and tempo of the piece that was streaming across the airwaves. Despite all that had happened between them in the past few months, Felix was feeling a touch nervous of what he was about to do. He smiled to himself, closing his eyes and running a hand through his hair; Elsa. He was fairly certain she would be taking up residence in the Academy's library, with finals leering down upon the school.
Leaning over to unplug his headphones from the monitor, Felix pushed them down to sit around his neck before he pushed himself up off his chair, heading out of the booth. The playlist would continue to stream as he made his way towards the library, his heart in his throat; Elsa had been reluctant to formally title what their relationship was, and with prom being such a public event... Well, the most she could say was no, right? 

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa had been spending a fair amount of time in the library. Since she didn't have the whole "headmistress" thing to concern herself with, she could focus a good deal more on being the best student she could possibly be. that meant hitting the books. Though it also meant hitting the nomination table and doing a handful of other jobs. Elsa did find it slightly amusing that suddenly she was out front doing all these things, but she supposed she'd lost the whole shadow image.

Her phone buzzed, causing her to frown. She picked it up to see that she'd gotten a series of texts. Several from Frank Cox were just streams of characters that barely made sense (which seemed to be how the girl texted). One or two was from her brother wishing her luck. There was one from Liz, and there was more definite ones from Erika herself, including a "turn on the radio."

"I'm in the libr--" Elsa began, looking to see another student flicking a switch. Soon enough, Elsa heard a few of her favorite, and not entirely popular, song choices filtering through. She almost flushed at the sound of the power-pop that was drifting through though, since that was mildly private, something that she'd only told to...

"You," was what Elsa said in greeting, turning to look up at Felix.

The idiot.

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix didn't know if formally Elsa listened to his broadcasts on a regular basis. She would occasionally mention something he said over the radio waves, or make a comment on a playlist or song choice he'd recently played, so he hoped he could safely assume that she tuned in on occasion. Perhaps he should have texted her, told her to turn on the radio? In hindsight, that would have been a far more intelligent thing to do, but Felix quite liked the idea of Elsa just coming across the broadcast... Tuning in, then having the realisation of what he'd put together with her in mind. Even if she wasn't currently listening, once he reached the library he intended to casually turn on the radio.
However, he quickly realised that he wasn't going to need to, as he approached what became the Academy's hub during finals he could hear the sound of one of the pieces he'd included in the playlist. It seemed as though someone had beaten him to it. He smiled softly, making his way into Bellefonte's vast array of shelves and books. Almost immediately, his eyeline fell upon Elsa, who greeted him with a single accusing "You".

Felix blinked at the Bellefonte, feigning innocence as he pointed to himself, before looking around as though to make sure she wasn't addressing anyone else. He then grinned, looking back to Elsa knowingly, before looking upwards thoughtfully. "Listen to that... Someone has good taste, don't you think?" He smiled warmly, referring to the music currently providing background obeisance to the library. He then casually pulled out an empty chair, sitting down beside her. At once, Felix naturally found himself taking her in, his eyes noting the smallest detail of her expression, the fall of her hair, the look in her eyes, the familier curve of her face. His heart still leapt in his chest almost giddily at being this close to the Bellefonte... As though it was the first time he'd seen her in years. The feeling had not quelled, but seemed to increase at each meeting.
He knew Elsa would naturally slip her thoughts into his mind, and while Felix welcomed her psychic touch, he wanted to ask the Bellefonte before she read the words currently at the forefront of his mind.

His gaze drifted over the array of books on the table, either hers of left over from another student's frantic study session. "Hitting the books?" He smiled, before glancing over towards Elsa's notes. He raised an eyebrow. "... You've missed something." He delved into his pocket, retrieving a pencil, picking up the notepad and starting to quickly circle a few words. "Just a minute..."
He then smiled, pushing the notepad back over to Elsa.
He'd circled the words, "Would", "You", "Go", from the various paragraphs, and having run out of the rest, drew an arrow pointing to the rest of the sentence which he'd written in swirled script at the bottom of the page. "With me to prom?"

[Elsa Bellefonte]

{post 900; because these things matter, obvs}

Elsa took on a slightly amused expression as Felix pointed at himself. As if there could be another you that she would say with quite that inflection. She didn't bother to nod or add more than that expression, especially not as he moved a little closer. "I hear it," she said dryly. She reached and held up her phone, the smile still on her face as she tilted it slightly. "I believe everyone who knows me has now told me---" the phone buzzed again, and Elsa closed her eyes, "and Frank has told me no less than nine times."

But there he was, in the person, walking toward her. He'd done this for her, even when she'd been rather blunt about the fact that she wasn't sure what to call them, what they actually were, what this was all about and what she felt for him. It was all jumbled up deep inside and Elsa couldn't even fully untangle it herself. She just knew that looking at him made her feel like someone cared about her, that Elsa Bellefonte the person mattered for reasons disconnected to her name and her power and her position.

He came close. "It is close to finals," Elsa said. She set down the phone and waved absently with a hand. "End of the year and all that," she waited, eyes still on him as he approached. He leaned down, scribbled. Elsa could practically read the words on his mind before they formed on the paper. She fought the rising joy in her heart. "Hmm," she said, leaning over to read the lines, "I don't think I'll need to know that for the test..." she trailed off, then moved over. She cupped his face, tilted his head toward hers, and gently pressed her lips to his. She could hear a few catcalls from the others in the library (hard not to gather an audience considering), but she ignored them.

Instead she just pulled away, smiling. "You're a fool," she told him, in a way that clearly meant I really like you, maybe love you, but definitely don't deserve you.

[Felix Nicholas]

{Of course it's important! I think I've taken two Elsa posting milestones now. xD}

Felix couldn't help but feel some sense of amused embarrassment that so many others had picked up on exactly why such a playlist was streaming over the Academy's radiowaves... Well, he supposed to those that knew Elsa's music taste it wasn't exactly subtle. It did please him too, that so many took interest in what he did, as it was obvious the ones franticly texting Elsa must have been listening to his morning broadcast pior to the playlist streaming into life.
While Felix knew to a degree where he stood with the Bellefonte, happily accepting the boundaries she'd given him that she had no immediate intention of giving what they were a title; While Elsa may not fully understand the exact nature of the tangled web of emotions that bonded the two, over recent weeks the entwined mess that grown steadily more... Readable, to the radio host. Yet still he would remain within Elsa's level of comfortability, as he'd promised her months ago. His heart ached at his willingness to accept that with little resistance... His care for Elsa far outweighed his own feelings. He'd be all that she needed, for as long as she needed. He adored her... Even if this left his heart in a poor state.

With a warm smile, he could sense her seeping into his mind, her psychic touch instantly comforting him and quelling the small amount of nerves dancing in his stomach. She'd likely just read the words before he'd written them down, but he pushed the notepad towards her none the less. He quirked a brow, leaning over as though to reread his words. "Oh I don't know, it's pretty important information," He replied with a grin. "But thankfully it's only a one word answ-" He was taken from his sentence by the female moving forward, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his lips; Felix fought the warm joy raising in his chest, blinking at her with a slightly goofy grin spread across his lips. "I'm going to take that as a... Maybe?" He joked, gazing at her in such a manner which spoke volumes of his affection towards her, leaning forward to brush some of her hair behind her ear wit ha gentle hand, before leaning closer to press his forehead against her own; A simple action which clearly meant I really like you, I know I'm falling in love with you, and you deserve all I can give and so much more.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Pretty important information? From anyone else, Elsa would have replied with a sardonic laugh and dry comment. From Felix, she simply smiled and shook her head slightly. Thankfully, she could silence him with a slight kiss, the gesture strange in that she could feel her power caressing his mind at the same time. Elsa could pick up the surface level thoughts of Felix almost as easily as if he were her sister, certainly easier than Roxana or the other people she was supposedly close to.

They pulled back, Elsa still giving him the slightly amused smile. "It's more than a maybe," she replied dryly, moving to adjust his shirt now. Her head pressed against his, and she could almost swear that his thoughts became, not so much louder, but bolder, as if someone had highlighted his surface level thoughts and rendered them all in bold.

"I already had Erika make me a dress," she said, looking up at him and letting the smile turn a little less sarcastic and a little more heartfelt. Her phone buzzed on the table behind her and she had to chuckle. "It always seems as though I get more popular whenever you're involved," she said, raising her brows and moving to lightly kiss him again. Indeed, everyone around seemed to be trying to figure out whether she'd agreed or not, and there were several calls of "Of course she did."