04-07-2018, 11:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-08-2018, 12:35 AM by BASTILLEPAW.)
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It he knew Luna was delving into mythology, he might be tempted to show her his cache of classics -- it was one of his favorite topics, though he never seemed to mention it. Hell, he didn't mention reading at all, so there was no surprise there. Maybe one day he'd catch Luna with her book and question her about it, see if it was one he had in his library, too.
As it was, the 17 year old was on his way to find Luna just then anyway. He was feeling restless (as usual), had a faint headache (as usual), and was bored out of his goddamn mind (again, as usual). The Fireball shoved a hand through his head, pushing back the mess of darkness, and set off at a brisk pace for Luna's room. Maybe he could coerce her into a sparring session, though she seemed relatively opposed to violence. (A pity.) He was just rounding the corner to her hall when he saw her emerging, and gave a nod.
"Yo," he greeted, stopping and considering, "Wher're you going?"
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]