( sometimes it takes a long time to find one another. sometimes he never finds them; he dies early, gets hit by a car, shot, burned to death before sylvain is even able to begin his search. sometimes he's lucky, and he's born close to emmet--enough that by the time they're able to walk, they're able to walk to each other. sometimes it isn't so simple.
this time, it's--twenty years before sylvain finds him, walking through the hallways of the college he's been enrolled in. he's wearing a stupid tie, talking to another student outside a classroom that has a little board outside of it with the title of some stupid class and his name clearly etched in under it. sylvain quirks up one corner of his lips and keeps walking.
makes note of his name, the subject he's teaching, when his class gets out. when his office hours are--and switches his schedule around a little. comes back around, when his breaks seem to mesh well with emmet's.
watches the door for a bit to make sure the rest of the students are gone, out of his way. carefully, quietly makes his way in through the door while emmet's turned away. reaches for his wrist, with the hand where those three little lines identical to emmet's have been becoming more prominent over the last couple hours--and jerks both their hands up, to show the marks to emmet. )
Naughty of you. Aren't teacher-student relationships frowned on?
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this time, it's--twenty years before sylvain finds him, walking through the hallways of the college he's been enrolled in. he's wearing a stupid tie, talking to another student outside a classroom that has a little board outside of it with the title of some stupid class and his name clearly etched in under it. sylvain quirks up one corner of his lips and keeps walking.
makes note of his name, the subject he's teaching, when his class gets out. when his office hours are--and switches his schedule around a little. comes back around, when his breaks seem to mesh well with emmet's.
watches the door for a bit to make sure the rest of the students are gone, out of his way. carefully, quietly makes his way in through the door while emmet's turned away. reaches for his wrist, with the hand where those three little lines identical to emmet's have been becoming more prominent over the last couple hours--and jerks both their hands up, to show the marks to emmet. )
Naughty of you. Aren't teacher-student relationships frowned on?