Tap. Tap. Tap.
That was the only noise that filled the rather large chamber of, no surprise, the writer of the Elites. Today was no different for her. No love songs to chime throughout the room, no romantic evening, no reason to leave the comfort of her chamber at all, for that matter. And that wasn’t too much of a disappointment for the typically introverted young novelette. All she needed was a pencil and paper to make this Valentine’s Day an exciting one. She decided to write a rather smutty excerpt in honor of the holiday, which, as stated before, wasn’t too different from any other day.
She held it out before her as she read it over, the only light being provided by her trusty clan of Litwick. They went about their merry little ways as she depended on their nondestructive flames. A smug grin as her eyes scanned to the very last paragraph, feeling awfully proud of herself to have written another steamy masterpiece. Short stories like these were never published, only illustrated through words on paper and locked away somewhere that others (particularly the other Elites) couldn’t find them. And so she proceeded to put it away in the drawer full of scribbles and other ramblings. She caught a glimpse of the last piece of paper she put in there before placing the newly written story on top of it.
Speaking of her fellow Elites.
The paper mentioned a certain one in particular. Shauntal’s face felt flushed instantly. He had been on her mind all day. What did he have planned for Valentine’s Day? She wasn’t even sure if he celebrated such a holiday, being that love was such a foreign concept to the man. She had decided earlier to just put the thoughts off and busy herself with writing, but it seemed as though she was unable to escape her own mind. And now, once again, he was the only thing on it.
Oh, how she wished he’d just come to her chamber, sweep her off her feet and celebrate the day of pure romance with her.
Speak of the devil. Again.
She quickly rose to her feet and took a swift turn to face the man she had just been fantasizing about at her door, at her door. Her heart was racing, and she was failing to hide the butterflies in her stomach. Her fingers frantically fidgeted together a few inches away from her chest.
"And what is it you’re inquiring, Grimsley?"
Somewhere on the other side of the room, he heard a sort of commotion as the soul he’d been seeking stirred somewhat frantically from her seat.. Though, he couldn’t pinpoint her location within the chamber while she sat still in the darkness, he was able to spot her figure as she moved to face him, and found that she resided at a writing desk placed not all that far away from him. As her attention turned to him, as did that of several tiny purple-hued light sources whose presences he hadn’t been aware of the moment before. He could only assume their notice of him made their flames glow brighter as some sort of reaction.
"And what is it you’re inquiring, Grimsley?"
The man chuckled softly to himself before replying, aware of the fact that he had startled her. Shauntal always seemed to be startled by him, no matter how gentle his approach or how lit the area they were in. She had the demure of a Deerling, and, needless to say, it would never fail to amuse him.
"Oh, nothing too extravagant… I was just curious as to why any lovely, young thing such as yourself would be cooped up in her room on today," Grimsley smirked, replacing the broad smile that his face had just held with a much gentler one. "It seems like such a waste… A crime, even."
He took a few steps further into his college’s room and leaned up slightly against the wall, keeping the novella within his soft stare. The way which Shauntal tended to react to their normal communications was one thing, but he was anxious to hear her feedback when he spoke to her in such a sweet manner; it wasn’t something he ever went out of his way to do with her, for she’d always been very compliant of him without any need for it. But, now that he was wanting something from her, hopefully his tender tongue would bring even better results. He just had to be sure to keep his real intentions concealed…
He would not lie to her. He would simply be vague.
"Or, something along those lines, anyways." He continued. "Moreso, I was wanting to present a solution for that certain situation…”
"How would you like it if I asked you to… go out with me today, Shauntal?”