#;aria

“Hey,” she calls out to her in the middle of the hall between lockers and opened classroom doors. Everyone’s busy getting to class, but Fiona cuts right through the crowd as she strides toward Aria. They know better than to get in her way so, on instinct or maybe out of fear, they walk around her but never in front of her -- another one of Fiona’s established rules in this school that applies to both students and teachers alike. She stands behind Aria now, watching what she’s doing as if this were an audition and she needed to make the cut before Fiona approves. “I’ve got two girls now instead of three which puts me at an odd number and if you know me then you’ll know how I’m really superstitious about that kinda thing,” she says, uncaring if Aria’s preoccupied at the moment. She had to kick out the last girl due to some bad hair dye job in a lame attempt at copying her. Honestly, does anyone have their own identity anymore? “So, what do you say?”

The times she’s seen him in this state is beyond count so he doesn’t bother with the shame or the uncertainty in her eyes whenever she looks at him. It’s always gonna be there, isn’t it? She can judge him if she wants but she’s searching for the reasons why he’s the way he is instead. There’s not much to look for. She should know that — but would it stop her from coming in here, from helping him every time he hits rock bottom? He tries a smile but fails, moving out from under her protective hold to sit back against the wall, his knees drawn up, his gaze lowered to nothing in particular as he thinks of the right answer to give. Would it be enough? Aria deserves better, and he knows he’ll never be able to live up to what she’ll eventually expect. “Why are you here?” he asks, his voice thick with the leftover mucous from the sickness threatening to rise up in his throat. It’s a stupid question to ask and he probably knows the answer, but it’s too late to go back now. He runs his hand through his hair, leaning his head against the wall then exhales a sigh. He’s so done with this, with putting her through the ringer time and time again. He’s so done but not enough to stop. “You can go anywhere you wanna go but you’re here. Why? Am I paying you that much?”

It seems that phainon has decided to dance around while swinging his arms in a circle like motion.

He will adore his wife and be her number one fan and no one can stop him !

To think she was singing for Stelle's livestream for the cosmos when she quickly spotted her beloved husband dancing as part of some sort of cheer for him. It makes her singing cut off, her melodic voice in a warm laughter at the sight.

Aria already loved this man beyond 33 million lives, but when he does this? It makes her love him 33 million more times. A warm grin on her face, delicate hands clap at his charming yet dorky dance just for him.

"My husband deserves the spotlight too." She turns to the camera and motions to Phainon, tucking seaweed colored hair behind her ear. "He's just adorable!"