Hyacinth just wanted to escape back to the library. To hide in the stacks and forget about the whole thing and pretend she wasn’t standing here. Couldn’t she just stay in academics? Couldn’t she just hide in the library and run from fate? She crosses her arms over her chest, her brows knitting together as she weighs the options before her. She could back away, she could go back down the street and pretend that she wasn’t in a bind where history might repeat itself. She could run, like the last time, and potentially suffer the consequences of her actions.
Or she could knock on this door, and pray that he was here.
She sighs, running her fingers through her bubblegum pink hair, groaning as she makes her choice.
She knocks on the door and waits.
“Please be here,” she bounces on her feet, wrapping the oversized cardigan around herself tight as she glances back behind her. “If he’s not here, then it’s fine! I tried. I’ll accept my fate.” She glances up at the sky. “You hear that? I’ll accept my fate!”
Hyacinth bites her bottom lip, bringing her thumb to her mouth, ready to bolt at the first sign of movement, feeling far too much like a prey animal. If Zephyr finds her now…
Oh Apollo, she thinks, a near prayer, maybe you’ll save me this time.
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Hyacinth just wanted to escape back to the library. To hide in the stacks and forget about the whole thing and pretend she wasn’t standing here. Couldn’t she just stay in academics? Couldn’t she just hide in the library and run from fate? She crosses her arms over her chest, her brows knitting together as she weighs the options before her. She could back away, she could go back down the street and pretend that she wasn’t in a bind where history might repeat itself. She could run, like the last time, and potentially suffer the consequences of her actions.
Or she could knock on this door, and pray that he was here.
She sighs, running her fingers through her bubblegum pink hair, groaning as she makes her choice.
She knocks on the door and waits.
“Please be here,” she bounces on her feet, wrapping the oversized cardigan around herself tight as she glances back behind her. “If he’s not here, then it’s fine! I tried. I’ll accept my fate.” She glances up at the sky. “You hear that? I’ll accept my fate!”
Hyacinth bites her bottom lip, bringing her thumb to her mouth, ready to bolt at the first sign of movement, feeling far too much like a prey animal. If Zephyr finds her now…
Oh Apollo, she thinks, a near prayer, maybe you’ll save me this time.