☂ LOG 001 (FOR wardendingly)

[mistressedingly]

[ Takes place during this event. ]

The blazer felt all too familiar, like it was just yesterday sitting there in the back of the classroom, staring at the green space of the chalkboard, the numbers and letters blurring together

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[wardenedingly]

His elbows rested on the desk. A class he wasn't fit far and the faceless teacher rambling on about things he could care less about. His eyes were elsewhere. Stuck on that familiar pink blazer. Lost in such colour, such colour that looked fantastic on her.. It was... Amazing. Though, those words would never slip from his lips, they would only burrow further into the pit of his stomach working their way back up in the form of fluttering butterflies.

It was an odd feeling that he had gotten use to. Just watching her like one watches prey, yet she was far from being called actual prey. Too strong, fierce. Once she sunk those teeth into his skin anything lured him closer to her. Unconsciously wishing he could actually talk to her like that. Right now he was eating out of her hand with out knowing it. Every glance drawing him further into the trap.

Oh but he loved it. It was just far to amazing now. He would remain silent with that huge grin stapled to his face, and those eyes behind tinted glasses wandering, searching her body for all

[mistressedingly]

Her eyes flickered up to the clock, glancing at the time. The class was so long and drawn out, about things she already knows, places she's done reports about, books she's briefly read.

The seconds hand of the clock seemed to go slower and slower, it felt like agony. Like time itself was being slowly ripped at the seams. She swore she could have heard it tearing.

Until something felt... off.

Narrowing her eyes, she could feel someone staring at her. She pressed her lips together, pretending to focus on the clock again.

She couldn't. It wasn't like when someone's watching you from across the room and you only notice from glancing around. Her intuition (both women's intuition and the intuition of owning a prison) was telling her to look.

Slowly, she turned her head around. It felt as if everything was playing in slow-motion.

Purple.

Her eyes locked with his for a few moments, but it felt like minutes to her. Was he admiring her? Like she was some flower?Her expression hadn't changed when she saw the way he looked at her though.

[wardenedingly]

Oh, she would be much more delicate than a flower. Smooth to the touch he would assume as well-- Well, he wouldn't have to assume, he's already felt her skin. For once he was without his gloves and he can remember just what she felt like, but why did it all feel like a sudden vague fantasy.

When she looked back at him it caught him off guard. Adverting his eyes to a window he hadn't noticed before he hoped she'd look away. Luckily for him, she didn't stare long... But there was something in her eyes, he couldn't pinpoint it yet, but it was definitely something.

Then the alarm went off, jumping slightly he took a moment to wonder why he had the lack of actual school work in class... Or even something to put in his locker. Odd

Naturally, he was going to end up following her. He didn't have anything better to do.

[mistressedingly]

As if nothing was wrong, she slowly rose from her desk, her movements like a graceful cat rising from it's slumber. At the moment, she felt as if she were Alice in Wonderland. Except that Wonderland had turned into a school, and the only encounter so far was him. The Cheshire Cat with his big smile from one cheek to the other.

Realizing her surroundings, there was no real place to go. The school was like a prison, and it seemed as if karma was getting her back. But for what? For doing good? It was as if the Time Police was playing a cruel joke on her, and if she ever got the opportunity, she'd make sure to make her opinion heard.

For now, though, she would have to deal with this. With him. Even if it meant they had to work through it together.

Letting the other (rightful) students pass her, she stood there at her desk, not moving. Somewhere inside her, she hoped that this classroom would be empty in a few seconds, leaving only the two of them.