oneirism: (The dark doesn't intend to hurt you)
Lapis Fathalla ([personal profile] oneirism) wrote in [community profile] collegestories 2017-05-18 01:40 pm (UTC)

[Lapis had resigned herself to a world without color years ago, doubting that she would every stumble across her own soulmate. And really, she was fine with that, her studies and her work always taking top priority. Even if there were some things she wanted to see in other shades besides black and white, having heard stories about how beautiful the sky can look or the bright, varying shades of flowers. She's heard more than once that her eyes were an odd color, a bright gold she's been told, but she doubts she'll get to see for herself.

And it's really the last thing on her mind as she arrives in class, one of the more awake students, considering that she can basically run on little to no sleep. Not that it stops her from slumping in her seat and looking out the window next to her with a yawn, wondering if she should go right home after class or go shopping, she really needs some more tea...

But she snaps out of her thoughts when she hears the teacher, his words getting half-tired murmurs and yawns in response from the other students - Lapis now sitting up straighter as her eyes focus on him. Only to freeze at the sudden burst of color, her breath catching in her throat as she watches how color just... bleeds from him, watching it slowly fill the room. Her heart thuds in her chest, feeling her hands shake from the shock, quick to place them on the desk to try and calm herself.

This has to be a joke, this has to be. There's no way her teacher is her soulmate, there's no way this is happening during class, and -

- And he just called her name. Lapis feels very much like a statue right now, blinking owlishly at her teacher - her soulmate apparently - and finds that her brain is just not working at all. Quickly realizing that she probably looks panicked and frazzled for no reason right now, her attempts to force calmness not working at all. So she ducks her head down, resting it against her hand - her heart leaping into her throat as she forces a response.]


Y-yes, here... [Maybe she should jump out the window and run. That's sound more and more appealing by the second.]

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