---- meet me at the pitch

[Killian Everard Waldorf]

Queer to a within normalcy behaviour, Killian had resorted to texting a couple of days past. It was not a fashion of his, as he detested the gist of it whilst never being able to discern who would be behind the screen and if the words that came out would be authentic or just the thrill of the moment or merely blind attention stemmed from receiving a new task to distract the brain with. Nonetheless, he had opened his mobile throughout the night-time and for some preposterous reason he deemed wise to open old conversations with the past. Driven by the ludicrous impulse that only nostalgia and a rueful mood would evoke, he shifted from one conversation to another, as to even dart into Alessandra’s. He stared at the screen with her profile picture, and the imagery summoned some memories in him.

‘ Fancy a tryst? ’

he simply texted, with his fingers rattling as rapidly as he couldn’t even fathom it. It wasn’t like he was provoking a conflagration or he wanted to purposefully ignite all flames, though it was something more about having an akin figure around, and someone who could read his mind just in the way he could read hers – it was astounding how she could manage to do that without the aid of any might, of any sort.

‘ Meet me at ‘our place’ ’

Aless and Killian shared something more than just a rapport, as they couldn’t stand thronged places and they opted for tranquil spots where the constant thinking of people or the interspersed objects wouldn’t cause anyone of them to go mental over being unable to listen to their own deems. The Training Field served as this Sanctuary where there weren’t many stuff in meters around and they could just sit on the ground or lend her his sweater to shield the reach of her power and mitigate whatever contact with the solid cold surface of the bleachers. Needless to mention the hour, he was waiting there with a book at hand, knowing for certain that she would be soon arriving at the field with an amazing excuse for showing up with such tardiness upon herself.

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[Alessandra Davine]

This was killing her.

This... work, and this studying and having to organize notes. How was it that she could keep up all year long, stay organized and on track but as soon as finals rears it's ugly little head, everything just falls out of place. She wasn't sure where to start, what to highlight next, and she was sure her blue highlighter went missing somewher- BzzZ BzZz

Alessa heard it and felt it but she couldn't see it. Patting down her bed as she pushed a few papers and books aside in order to find her phone. Once she caught sight of it, the panic disappeared but her curiosity didn't. She blew a strand of hair out of the front of her reading glasses as she read a new text.

Fancy a tryst? 

What a romantic. It was Killian... Not like she wasn't glad to hear from him tonight, it was just - She wasn't sure but let's just say seeing his name always caused a beat within her to skip once or twice.

Meet me at ‘our place'

Taking a deep breath, she responded as a slight smile appeared on her face.

I'll be there in 10.

Her eyes then glanced over her current situation in her room. She needed a break anyway. Math, Astronomy, Dutch? All of it could go to hell. So she managed to grab her keys, phone, and shoes before heading out the doo- She stopped, catching herself. "Pajamas. I am wearing pajamas." Only to turn back and change into something just as comfortable but not so lazy. She didn't need him judging her, not tonight.

The change of clothes may have caused her to be a bit late, but she was sure he could've seen that happening a mile away. Heck, you didn't have to see the future to know that. Once she reached the field and took her final steps towards him, peering from behind his book with a smile. "A good read?" She also didn't hesitate to let him know. "Sorry, I'm a bit late..." She gestured behind her, "Was studying and I had to change. Hope you weren't waiting too long."

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[Killian Everard Waldorf]

Killian put down the book just a whit to have a glimpse at his gadget and notice the blinking dot at the top of the screen in a vibrant greenish hue that indicated he had a new message. The Scottish glommed at it for a second or so and smirked before turning it over and let the screen rested against the surface of the blanket he had brought with himself that clogged the benches and its dyed metal. “ Ten, uh? ” he snorted lightly at it, “ we shall see ” he commented to himself, shaking his head sideways as his finger curled the bottom of the page and clasped the end to pull it to the opposite side, to change the chapter he was skimming off at. The bloke had acquired a recent copy of ‘A World Without End’ and was re-reading it for the second time.

He hadn’t noted at her presence until her thoughts became evident within his mind and some flashes of pajamas being tossed to the floor lit up the blackness and serenity of his head. It was incredible how a single person could carry a variety of deems and make him fluster a little about the overall of her thinking. “ An splendid read, I assure you, love ” he asserted with his typical curvy smirk, minding to just set his sight apart from the book he was holding to salute the lass with a regular kiss on the cheek, “ You know how much I revel in the precarious scenarios of Middle Age with poorly crafted victims of the lack of hygiene and a decent shelter ” he bantered, “ my predilection for a lecture ” he smiled shortly at her, downing the sheets filled object just a little to scrutinise Aless’ attire.

“ Fret not about the waiting. It was worthwhile ” he complimented at her, indirectly, just like he did. Killian was blunt, but he would never actually say things straight to your face but disguise them of a cryptic remark. “ Although I’ve always preferred you with cascading locks ” he nibbled on his lower lip and retrieved his attention on the lecture, as perhaps he was displaying too many niceties for an evening tryst – she could misinterpret his intentions. “ I was grandly amused in your absence, and I wouldn’t have minded your pajamas ” he laughed lowly, almost as a reflex of a whimsical idea crossing his mind.

“ I wage finals are taking its toll on you, as on the rest of us all ” he let out with a sigh, “ If I have another sighting at any psychology book, I’ll go bonkers ” he chuckled at her and strived at not reading her mind and just listening to her dulcet voice “ What is that thing that torments you the most, Aless? ” he stared at her and stowed the book down, tapping the place beside him with his hand to indicate her she could have a seat, if she wished so.

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