Closed Heaven Help The Fool

[Yiwen Marionetta]

A Summer away in France at a magical art institute was all Yiwen could have asked for. She had been trying to hard to get any sort of art instillation to be approved - it would be nice to make money for what she did. The blonde supposed that at least she loved what she did, and working part time in a coffee shop wasn't so bad. After all, it did help her slightly with her social insecurities. The blonde had long ago written her friend Cyril adn was excited at the very least to tell him a bit about her time in the school - though sometimes she worried she bored him. After all, Cyril was so interesting, doing martial arts and being the more outgoing of the friends, but he'd kept her around this long - so maybe he liked her art.

Arriving where he lived she knocked lightly on the door, a smile on her face as she did. Hopefully he was expecting her a little early, after all, she was almost always a little earlier than their meeting time.

 

[Cyril Howard]

Cyril Howard enjoyed having his apartment directly over his studio where he taught Marital Arts. He had made a career out of his passion, while also working on the sidelines of his family's business. So, his schedule was booked most of the time. It was a busy life, and Cyril enjoyed it. Today, he invited Yiwen over for the evening. He was growing some feelings for her, and despite the other dates he had been on, nothing seemed to hold his interest as long as she had. He thought it might have been her art at first, but there was clearly more there than even he realized. What helped was that she was pure-blood, so his family would not have issues. But, he also had five years on her though. He heard the knock on the door. He went to the front door and opened it to see Yiwen. She was a little early, which he did not mind. Better early than late. He grinned as he invited her in, "Come in, Yiwen, have a seat anywhere."

 

[Yiwen Marionetta]

Yiwen grinned back at the dark haired man as he opened the door. "It's good to see you." She spoke, awkwardly moving around him, careful not to bump him or anything else as she looked around his apartment. "Look at all this, above a studio. Living your dream, yeah?" The English woman spoke, proud of one of her closest friends who had made something of himself. After all, finding fulfillment in life could be hard for some people - and she wished fulfillment on everyone in her life. "You need a woman's touch in here though." She teased him, setting her bag on the floor and taking a seat - adjusting to make sure her skirt was an appropriate length and her hair wasn't too wind swept.

 

[Cyril Howard]

Cyril smiled a bit as she sat down, adjusting her skirt. Modest as always, which was just as attractive as she was. “This is definitely my dream. I barely have to leave except for groceries.” That was one of the best parts of living above his studio. He would never be late to work unless he slept in. That was never though. Cyril was always waking up early, before the sun would even peak over the horizon. All of that just to work out. When she said that this place could use a woman’s touch, Cyril sat down as well and smirked, “Why? You offering?”