Outside, sitting on that very clock tower, Hawkens examined his location. He had been avoiding all contact with anyone, even his "Strawberry" and he was starting to get annoyed with himself. he need to figure out how he got here. He knew how he survived. His 10 percent chance had come through when he opened up one of the sealed pipelines in Galna. But how the hell did he get back to school??? he snickered.
Just when you get out, they pull you back in. He thought in his head with a laugh. At Night, he had been studying the fountain remains but he couldn't go further without the water being drained. And god they were taking forever. He could have had it drained in an hour, mind you, every toilet, sink, water fountain and god knows what else would explode with geysers bursting everywhere, but it would be done!
He spotted his Strawberry Angel from his spot and grinned like a fool. He had spent little to much time learning everything about her. Azel Demound was 20 years old, She was the first female student to ever be admitted to the Alchemy classes and she was smart, very smart. She had earned a complete scholarship to the school, which was unheard of since it was mostly rich kids passing the time. And she had that delicious figure. He was in love alright. Aiden eat your heart out.
OK, He had to stop thinking about her...And her mouthwatering chest. Ah there he went again. Damn it she wasn't an object! But damn. So he was screwed. who could blame him? He had mentally sworn that if he ever survived he was finding a nice woman and stealing her away with him. He thanked God yet again for making it Azel. He spent the next few nights doing research on the area and it's history as his body completely healed. He wore a stolen uniform and students cloak to hide himself in the library undisturbed.
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For the last several nights Azel noticed the other late night student from the light in his corner. She had never seen anyone stay up this late besides herself and curiosity finally got to her. She went over to the reading desks and saw the hooded student working wildly. His papers were everywhere,but he knew exactly what he needed. She blinked.
"Excuse me...May I join you? Its a little uncomfortable to study this late alone." She asked. The hooded figure looked up and nodded slowly. She smiled and took her place in the seat directly across from him. She started to work but found herself mesmerized by the way he moved.
In Hawks head he kept chanting " pay attention, pay attention." as he worked. God help him but all he wanted to do was throw her over these books and ravish her. When was the last time he had a woman? ah No! focus you horny bastard. he screamed in his head. He felt her yes on him but forced himself to continue. Was she on to him? He wasn't bandaged anymore so he doubted she'd recognize him.
"What are you working on?" her voice cut through him, slipping all the way down to his aching member. "....Connections from here and Gelna..." He forced his voice to be gruff and hard.
"Really?! You know, I started studying that last year but just kept getting stuck. I hated being proven wrong." She beamed at him. She had put her book down and looked over one of his own.
"...And where did you get stuck?"
"With the runes that were on the central fountains...but their gone now." She was entranced with his notes and didn't bother looking up.
"The Fountain!" He had jumped up and startled her. "Of course! Where did i put that old drawing?" He rummaged through his notes and pulled it out.
"What is it? what did you figure out?"
"..." He read through the runes and blinked. It was an oath of the Vestari...That meant this school had once been a Vestari outpost! He began digging into more information when she cleared her throat.
"Well? What did you find? come on tell me."
"Strawberry, your Beautiful." With that he took off in the shadows.
"Wait!...Strawberry...That was him!" She tried to run after him but he was long gone. Instead, she gathered his notes and books and took them with her. She would learn about the man through his work.
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