RT Log - It's called attention, Cyrus. ♥
Cast: Cyrus, Voile
Date: 9/11 - Afternoon (This may need to be backdated prior to Uxie's devious event...)
Location: Cyrus's Room (I think...?)
Synopsis: Voile basically stepped it up and demanded tea. Cyrus has been such a good sport.
Warnings: lololol, I originally posted this with my PSP, :D None as far as I know. Can there be a warning for too much unrequited fluff?
He had given in. He'd actually given in. She almost couldn't believe it. Considering the situation afterward as she pulled the brush through her hair, Voile lingered on the possibility that she was somehow 'fortunate'. Cyrus had willingly admitted that he treated her differently than he treated anyone else. With that alone and the analysis of what Cyrus was like, she couldn't help except to think that there was something special there.
He didn't hate her, after all, and that was a plus. He didn't love her, and that was okay, too. As she'd told him before, she had her friends and familial-like allies who loved her. He'd nailed it, however, which stung a little. Romantic love and familial love were two different things. Of course, all love was a good thing to have. It was important to remind those closest that they were cared for. Otherwise, some might have forgotten.
That was really the primary reason for treating Cyrus the way she did. She ignored the teacher and pupil line between them and treated him just as a person because when she tore away the title, that was all he was and that was all he needed to be. So why couldn't he see it? Why was he so blind to what was so obvious for a world of other people? Why was he as stubborn as a mule? And why was it when he could trust so few that he scarcely placed his trust in her (whether he outwardly admitted it or not, as his actions spoke plainly for him), and still wouldn't offer any merit toward her ideas?
In short, he immensely perplexed her. And Voile forgave him for it, as she always had, and as she likely always would. (Until the one day he'd cross her and dramatic irony took its toll upon them all...)
It was a simple summer dress. She had told him she would dress nicely for him. A simple summer dress with simple straps, simple flower print, and simple composition. The only thing not so simple were the series of ruffles settled around the skirts and coming from Voile, such a thing was expected.
At the door to his apartment, she dressed herself off, made sure not a single thing was out of place, and jumping ship (as she lacked anxiety around the man), she knocked and waited patiently.
Date: 9/11 - Afternoon (This may need to be backdated prior to Uxie's devious event...)
Location: Cyrus's Room (I think...?)
Synopsis: Voile basically stepped it up and demanded tea. Cyrus has been such a good sport.
Warnings: lololol, I originally posted this with my PSP, :D None as far as I know. Can there be a warning for too much unrequited fluff?
He had given in. He'd actually given in. She almost couldn't believe it. Considering the situation afterward as she pulled the brush through her hair, Voile lingered on the possibility that she was somehow 'fortunate'. Cyrus had willingly admitted that he treated her differently than he treated anyone else. With that alone and the analysis of what Cyrus was like, she couldn't help except to think that there was something special there.
He didn't hate her, after all, and that was a plus. He didn't love her, and that was okay, too. As she'd told him before, she had her friends and familial-like allies who loved her. He'd nailed it, however, which stung a little. Romantic love and familial love were two different things. Of course, all love was a good thing to have. It was important to remind those closest that they were cared for. Otherwise, some might have forgotten.
That was really the primary reason for treating Cyrus the way she did. She ignored the teacher and pupil line between them and treated him just as a person because when she tore away the title, that was all he was and that was all he needed to be. So why couldn't he see it? Why was he so blind to what was so obvious for a world of other people? Why was he as stubborn as a mule? And why was it when he could trust so few that he scarcely placed his trust in her (whether he outwardly admitted it or not, as his actions spoke plainly for him), and still wouldn't offer any merit toward her ideas?
In short, he immensely perplexed her. And Voile forgave him for it, as she always had, and as she likely always would. (Until the one day he'd cross her and dramatic irony took its toll upon them all...)
It was a simple summer dress. She had told him she would dress nicely for him. A simple summer dress with simple straps, simple flower print, and simple composition. The only thing not so simple were the series of ruffles settled around the skirts and coming from Voile, such a thing was expected.
At the door to his apartment, she dressed herself off, made sure not a single thing was out of place, and jumping ship (as she lacked anxiety around the man), she knocked and waited patiently.