#ronania

[ meme ; texts from last night ]

Inhaling slowly, he bit off his glove with his teeth and rapped gently on her door with his bare knuckles. Her doorknob was cool to the touch, but he was cautious in opening her door—he never found out if she had a roommate or not, so perhaps he oughtn’t open the door at all. Removing his hand, he slipped his glove back on and adjusted the book under his arm awkwardly, lips pursed.

“Please answer,” he murmured to himself. “Please be Ronan.”

Dylan should’ve known by now that nothing at this whole academy was ever going by the normal, human standards. Which did make a kind of sense. After all, he still needed to meet the first human to go to the academy, or any of the places surrounded by it. That didn’t mean that even something as a blind date, out of all things, needed to be in such a strange manner.

He had given himself up for the blind date event. Assuming, clearly wrongly, that he was going to pick someone up or meet them at the destined location. Thinking it was a nice opportunity to meet someone else who was single, and see what came from it.

He hadn’t expected to wake up at a random place with a pink letter laying on top of him. He groaned and with a hand reached out to rub his eyes. Only then he realized that he wasn’t wearing his glove. Which was strange, because he clearly wasn’t in his own bed. And if he wasn’t in his own bed, it meant that he probably didn’t take it off. He frowned and took himself in for a moment. He was still wearing his pyjama’s. Some pants and t-shirt, just so he wouldn’t disturb his roommate too much. But why was he in his own pyjama’s, but not in his own bed?

He groaned and moved to lean on his elbows. Trying to take in where he was. Which wasn’t helping much as he only saw some strange wood around him, and something even stranger above him. Then he noticed that he wasn’t alone. “Oh my, are you alright?” he said, quickly sitting up straight and looking at the lady next to him. Completely forgetting the pink letter that fell beside him.

@ronan-ia

[Blind Date in a Hot Air Balloon

She took the woman’s hand, dipping in a slight curtsy. “Pleasure to meet you, Seline,” she said with a warm smile.  “I’m Ronan, I go to the Academy here. How are you liking it so far?” Her wide green eyes swept along her lovely fra,=me.

Gently shaking the delicate limb, Seline smirked a bit-- mahogany orbs nailed to hers. “Oh the pleasure is mine, Ronan? Did I got it right?” She inquired, lips twirling to a playful smile. “Oh I’m more pleased than I thought to be quite honest-- I opened an antiques shop here at the village, you can come around anytime you want. I also read the tarot cards.” She said, nodding to reassure her statement.

Ignis 2D.

The crisp gold metal gleamed in the light as Seungie lifted her fist to rap the door firmly. Having quickly acquainted herself with the campus thanks to her magical photographic memory, it hadn’t taken the elf much effort to find the building (not only that but it was right across from her own, having missed it would surely have proved she was going senile at her old age). But sure enough there she stood outside of the cookie-cutting door, the only difference from her own dorm being the color scheme of reds, greens and black rather than-- in Seungwan’s not so humble opinion--the more appealing white and gold.

As the door swung wide and Seungwan burst through the door as if she was coming home after a long time away, throwing her arms around the girl’s tall frame and placing a platonic kiss on her cheek. “Roe, darling!” Her honeyed voice echoed excitedly. The elf side stepped the girl in one graceful motion, casting her eyes here and there to see how the girl lived. Her brow raised. How was it that Ronan’s room was larger than her own? Or perhaps it just felt that way from the layout. With a simple shrug of her shoulders, her attention was focused once more on the selkie and a soft smile graced her lips. “You said you wouldn’t mind me dropping by for some goodies. I hope you don’t mind?” Of course the princess hadn’t given her much choice after barging into her room. “I’m actually quite jealous of Sungyeol, getting such delicious treats. I couldn’t resist coming for seconds.”

Seungwan flitted her way to the couch and plopped down after peeling off her coat and tossing it over the back, again letting her eyes wander. “This is a nice little room.” Her head rolled back against the cushion to grin up at Ronan. “The green really brings out your eyes.”

She heard the knock at the door while she was unpacking her things, leaving her half unpacked luggage on the chest at the foot of the bed to see who it was. The woman on the other side of the door was gorgeous with sharp features and long, slender limbs and Seungie managed a polite smile wondering if this woman was her roommate. Though she quickly found out that she was simply a friend. Leaning on the door a bit as the other spoke, the elf noted the decadent goodies she was holding before her bright emerald hues darted back to the girl’s lovely face.

The Nightmarcher stood off to the side of the training field slowly rolling his neck from side to side and front to back. He basked in the feeling of the early morning sun pouring down onto him warming his cold flesh. He felt at home in his solid body. The considerable weight of his form was a relief from his usual airiness. He rolled his broad shoulders idly while he waited for the girl to arrive. His muscles were still pliable after his own training even earlier that morning. He had been looking forward to their sparring session. When he had offered up his services most students took one look at his size and politely opted out, but this girl had actually approached him. He wasn’t sure if that was bravery or stupidity, but it definitely had caught his curiosity.

“I hope you wore sunscreen” was the extent of his greeting when she arrived. One look at her told him she would be burnt to a crisp before they even got started if she hadn’t. “I was unsure what you were learning in class, so I just brought a few things,” he casually nodded his head in the direction of a pile of weapons haphazardly tossed off to the side. “If you have not stretched I suggest you do so now. There are no time-outs for muscle cramps in a battle.”  He was sure she had heard the importance of stretching before, but the words fell from his lips out of habit.