Damn this town, getting in the way of perfectly good stargazing dates. There's always November, hopefully. When the skies may return to normal, and there's a good quality of darkness for it. ]
I believe it was because it was found out he was a werewolf, and well— people are quite awful about that sort of thing. [ Prejudice against werewolves is a very real thing back home. ] But yes, it's quite unfortunate. It does feel weird.
[ Her lips purse when he slowly realises what she means, the barest hint of a smile as he moves himself. Ah, yes. That's what she meant, Peter.
There's a exhale, a soundless ghost of a laugh — quietly amused as his palms move over his eyes, and gently giddy from it. She gets to her feet, changing into her uniform as quickly as she can, casting shy glances at the back of his head every now and then. It's not that she doesn't trust him, wary he'll turn around — far from it. But he's... right there, isn't he? Peter's right there. And her cheeks are still burning with it.
Finally, she slips on her school shoes and shrugs on her cloak — taking a moment to carefully smooth the fabric down, adjusting the little accents of dark blue on the trim. For a long moment, she just frowns a little. It... feels strange to be wearing this again. She wasn't even sure if it would still fit her, considering the span of time. It certainly doesn't fit the same, though.
With a soft inhale, her brow smooths out once more. ]
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Damn this town, getting in the way of perfectly good stargazing dates. There's always November, hopefully. When the skies may return to normal, and there's a good quality of darkness for it. ]
I believe it was because it was found out he was a werewolf, and well— people are quite awful about that sort of thing. [ Prejudice against werewolves is a very real thing back home. ] But yes, it's quite unfortunate. It does feel weird.
[ Her lips purse when he slowly realises what she means, the barest hint of a smile as he moves himself. Ah, yes. That's what she meant, Peter.
There's a exhale, a soundless ghost of a laugh — quietly amused as his palms move over his eyes, and gently giddy from it. She gets to her feet, changing into her uniform as quickly as she can, casting shy glances at the back of his head every now and then. It's not that she doesn't trust him, wary he'll turn around — far from it. But he's... right there, isn't he? Peter's right there. And her cheeks are still burning with it.
Finally, she slips on her school shoes and shrugs on her cloak — taking a moment to carefully smooth the fabric down, adjusting the little accents of dark blue on the trim. For a long moment, she just frowns a little. It... feels strange to be wearing this again. She wasn't even sure if it would still fit her, considering the span of time. It certainly doesn't fit the same, though.
With a soft inhale, her brow smooths out once more. ]
Alright, you can look now.