[ Crowley has spent all his life in a world of black and white with various shades of gray in between. And for the most part he's in full belief that that is how his life will end—without a hint of color, not even something as vague as something so pigmented as the color of his eyes. (At least that's what his mother tells him, and others have complimented, about his eyes. "A brilliant shade of blue.") He can't complain too much about it, of course. He doesn't feel jealous when his friends tell him of how their life was filled with color the moment they had laid eyes on their soulmate, he's far too busy balancing teaching with his social life and honestly he's content with not knowing what certain colors truly look like.
Though he's heard stories of the ocean, been told how that it's something unimaginable, and perhaps he's a little upset over not being able to experience that much.
But, again, he'll live. What's more important now is getting through this first day of his World History class scheduled at 8 AM sharp. He has a new syllabus to hand out, a whole row of names he'll force himself to remember by the end of this week, reading chapters to assign, and a whole new lecture that will start them off on the right track. It's the dullest of days for any start to a semester and he's all too familiar of it, which is why when he glances over the crowd of people the smile he graces them is a tad bit wry. ] Good morning~ I'm sure everyone's ready to go right back to bed, right? [ Lighthearted, sarcastic, his smile grows into something a little more natural, giving each face a second's worth of attention before he stops in a certain area.
There. That's when he sees color slowly begin to bleed into his vision, starting with someone's desk that creeps into the carpet and begins to spread across the walls. It's a gradual change, certain that the room will soon enough be engulfed in what he's been missing his entire life by the end of this lecture and he swallows hard. Pretends to be calm, heart rattling against his rib cage as he wonders just who is the cause of this—
His soulmate? One of students is his soulmate?
Remaining professional, going down the lists of names, he announces them one by one before staring for a second longer at their face, to see if they'll spring to life with color. Perhaps they'll react when he calls his name? But that's probably asking for too much. ]
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Though he's heard stories of the ocean, been told how that it's something unimaginable, and perhaps he's a little upset over not being able to experience that much.
But, again, he'll live. What's more important now is getting through this first day of his World History class scheduled at 8 AM sharp. He has a new syllabus to hand out, a whole row of names he'll force himself to remember by the end of this week, reading chapters to assign, and a whole new lecture that will start them off on the right track. It's the dullest of days for any start to a semester and he's all too familiar of it, which is why when he glances over the crowd of people the smile he graces them is a tad bit wry. ] Good morning~ I'm sure everyone's ready to go right back to bed, right? [ Lighthearted, sarcastic, his smile grows into something a little more natural, giving each face a second's worth of attention before he stops in a certain area.
There. That's when he sees color slowly begin to bleed into his vision, starting with someone's desk that creeps into the carpet and begins to spread across the walls. It's a gradual change, certain that the room will soon enough be engulfed in what he's been missing his entire life by the end of this lecture and he swallows hard. Pretends to be calm, heart rattling against his rib cage as he wonders just who is the cause of this—
His soulmate? One of students is his soulmate?
Remaining professional, going down the lists of names, he announces them one by one before staring for a second longer at their face, to see if they'll spring to life with color. Perhaps they'll react when he calls his name? But that's probably asking for too much. ]
Next is... Lapis Fathalla?