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 Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 11:02 pm
The question about one of the books threw Ophelia off-guard. Maybeee she shouldn't have listed that one. In fact in wasn't even a real book. It was more of a stack of papers another student had written, and given a copy to Ophelia. Nevertheless, it was quite an...interesting read... The reaper blushed just thinking about it. She never took his class, but had seen him in the halls when she was a student herself. And his reputation for being strict was quite a goldmine for fictional romance.
Wrenching herself back to the current situation, Ophelia giggled nervously. "N-not exactly, hehe, that's why it's fiction, rather than a, uh, historically accurate representation.." she said. "Detentions are generally unpleasant, but some people make things up for certain situations. Love can happen anywhere. And I guess it's possible to fall in love in detention...with a teacher..." she trailed off, re-reading the literature in her head for a moment. "But anyways! It's still a good example of love."
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 6:10 am
Blinking nervously at Ophelia’s sudden blush, Falys blushed herself. Was it from embarrassment? Had she possibly gotten the title wrong? Perhaps it was one of…those kinds of books? Falys had heard about them, the kind with a fainting woman on the cover and a man with long hair, usually with one or both of them without a shirt. She’d certainly seen the type before, and nearly choked on her own spit in surprise. After she’d gotten over her initial shock, she’d nearly tipped out the entire shelf trying to hurriedly put it back. Luckily that library was at home, as she’d never been able to show her face there again.
But back to the topic of detentions. So, it seemed they were not immune to being romanticized, though the idea of love with a teacher… Falys blushed harder and gave a strangled cough behind her fist in an attempt to clear it. What an…odd notion! In an embarrassingly illicit kind of way. ”I suppose it would be…and interesting…case study…” She shakily finished copying down the rest of the title. ”And the third? The Rogue’s…Bashful…Mistress?” She blinked at the title, and the blush slowly crept back. A story obviously involving a Rogue and his Mistress. She hoped the Rogue didn’t have long hair, and the Mistress didn’t have a penchant for fainting.
”Thank you very much for sharing this information with me,” she said quietly, trying desperately to return her heart to its normal rate. ”I believe it’s going to prove a very interesting study. Perhaps I shall…publish a paper on the subject.” Falys had no idea where the idea came from, and how it made its way out of her mouth without being checked my her brain. However, while the idea was extremely unlikely if these titles were of the style she was thinking, it wasn’t that farfetched. She offered Ophelia what she hoped was a smile equal parts anticipation and gratitude.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 12:28 am
After listening to Falys' comments on the titles, Ophelia started to regret mentioning the romance novels. Not the brightest idea to give -this- kind of girl -those- kinds of books. She should have just directed her to an encyclopedia or psychological research paper or something. But no, she went straight for the smut.
Sighing at herself, the reaper responded, "You're very welcome!" with as warm a smile as she could manage. "I'm sure any paper you'd write would get some manner of award. I'd definitely read it." she said, wondering if it would be anything remotely like a romance fiction. Looking up, she spotted Falys smiling at her. It was a slightly awkward expression, but contagious nonetheless as the reaper's own smile grew. She wanted to say how pretty Falys looked when she smiled, but kept her mouth shut. There was no need to make the situation any more awkward than it had already become, was there? And there was the possibility that she could end up taking it the wrong way. Or never ever smile again. Nope. This time Ophelia would be smart for once and keep her big mouth shut. Instead, she looked away, trying to find something to change the subject with before the silence got awkward.
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