#ft. asterius

sitting in the library, laptop open as she worked on her chaucer paper, maeve sighed, the boredom almost killing her. planner discarded to the side, she twisted the tiffany ring on her finger, fidgeting nervously. looking up, she noticed asterius, eyes on her. a couple of flirtations thrown back and forth here and there in the hallway, and in the little classes they had together. she smiled sweetly, throwing her hair behind her shoulder. “asterius?” she whispered, kicking at his foot under the table to grasp his attention. “happen to have a pen i could borrow, babe?”