The high noon sun shone through the window, and the sound of birds chirping could be heard off in the distance, though muffled by the glass…a hand reached over, and unlatched the metal, pushing the window open. The warm air coming in blew and brushed the curtain gently, tickling the hand gently. Tapping the windowsill impatiently, for only but a moment, Darcy withdraw and turned to face the bed. On the bed, tucked under the thinner bed sheets, with pillows comfortably arranged around their head…was their fiancé. Well, one of the arranged fiancés. His father had made two different arrangements with two families of nobility, in a way of staking a temporary claim…whichever legendary prodigy did better at the academy, Darcy would be sure to marry, and the other would be annulled.
She looked so peaceful, her head nestled in a triad of fluffy pillows…one would almost forget the kind of hellion she was. Though she behaved well enough in front of her adoptive father and mother, she treated everybody else like trash or serf. Darcy would never forget how she pulled his hair, so she could ‘talk’ to him ‘face to face’, and told him how she hated that they’d one day have to become husband and wife…that was just the sort of person she was…? At the time, he could only lower his head and murmur back an apology, and a small thank you. There hadn’t been many visits, but he would be visiting for the duration of this last academic year…visiting both fiancés, in his altered forms.
Leaning over her, he rested a hand on a small shoulder and shook it gently…but no response, no stirring. “Wake up, or I’ll have to crawl into bed with you…” No response. It was already noon, but…pushing her gently to one side of the bed, he crawled in beside her. Was this what married couples did? Sleep in the same bed? It felt crowded, and uncomfortable. Darcy stayed on his back, and stared up blankly at the white ceiling of their female fiancé’s dorm room.
On the other side of things...
Setting the mask onto the surface of the table, the headmaster reached over to the first drawer and pulled out a black box. Running a hand over the smooth black metal, he unlatched the top and popped the case open. A good time to smoke a cigar, a good day...lighting the cigar, he stuck it in the corner of his mouth, and spun on his wheelie chair. Today was orientation for the new students, settling it...and the assembly would be held tomorrow since a certain vampire under his employ happened to be preoccupied with his own personal issue. This...this year was going to be interesting.
On the corner of his desk was his crystal ball for long distance communication. He could have Lord Banes and Lord Albescu on the line in an instant...leaning over to the crystal ball rather precariously, he gave it a single poke, edging it close to the end of the desk and possibly onto the floor. Rolling, it rolled on the surface of the desk, and onto the side of that. Kelan was never much of a crystal ball person. Reaching into his cloak, he pulled out a smartphone and called up a certain teacher, "Hello? Yes, why aren't you here yet?"
The ringing was distant, and somewhere in the distance...the sensation on his side...
Rolling over the silken sheets, and falling out of the large king sized bed with a loud thud, he reached back up for the cellphone. "Hello? Erm, Sir Roda--!"
"-why aren't you here yet?" The voice was much more distant...then again, his vision was quite impaired...as it were, he was still rather 'jacked up' on absinthe. The green fairy. Pausing to think about the question a second, "Where exactly, sir?" ...and then it hit him! One thing that never seemed to be right with him was the judgement on the passage of time itself...it was a slight vampire trait, as well as him just being absentminded, and also recent heavy drinking. "I-I'm, uh, I'm on my way. Yes, goodbye." *click* Putting on his swirly eyeglasses, his charm with the world's most useful enchantment for vampires cast on it, Karl pulled the curtains open. The sun, the glorious and beautiful light...somehow, a minor phantom burning sensation crawled up his skin...bad memory, he didn't plan on burning like that again. The sky was blue, birds flew just under their aerial ocean...it was high noon, if that clock tower...was...right...? Where...where exactly was he, again?
