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- 4/15/2044 (17)
Valerius had never been one for these events. Not because he didn't know how to handle himself- he was no stranger to suits, or the formal event, but he'd wanted to do something more... meaningful with his time. And unfortunately, he'd never quite managed to find someone that understood that. And he'd never been the best at explaining that, either. Now, he was past caring. He didn't really care if he attended this or not, but he was sure it was something that Kiara would want. And right now, she was the one he was trying to win over. He stood outside the Great Hall, sighing and leaning his head back against the stone with his eyes shut. So much for staying aloof.
Kiara was a sweetheart, really, and somehow, she'd snuck under his skin. It scared him a bit, honestly, after the entire fiasco with Margo and Aika. Back then he'd cared too much and he'd never managed to recover from it. He focused on his breathing, trying to keep his heart from racing. He knew Margo was seeing someone else now- the new quidditch captain, if he remembered right. A part of him worried that would happen again- that he would slip up, be too vulnerable, say the wrong things, and then Kiara would run off and pretend he'd never existed, too.
He shook his head, resisting the urge to run his hands through his hair. He was older now, hopefully less stupid, and he just had to make it through tonight. Hopefully he wasn't so idiotic he could mess up a single night, right? He thought of Margo again. It didn't really hurt anymore to think of her. That was good, it meant he'd really moved on properly. He was... he didn't want to say indifferent about it, that wasn't quite right. He was more... relieved, he guessed, that she'd found someone. He'd never have forgiven himself if he'd done something so monumentally stupid that he'd hurt her too badly.
He just had to hope he didn't hurt Kiara. He bit his tongue lightly as he looked towards the stairs, hoping she'd be down soon. He could keep pretending to be charming, right? If he could just act like he had it all figured out, had himself together, then she wouldn't catch on that he was a mess and things would go smoothly. He hoped.
Kiara was a sweetheart, really, and somehow, she'd snuck under his skin. It scared him a bit, honestly, after the entire fiasco with Margo and Aika. Back then he'd cared too much and he'd never managed to recover from it. He focused on his breathing, trying to keep his heart from racing. He knew Margo was seeing someone else now- the new quidditch captain, if he remembered right. A part of him worried that would happen again- that he would slip up, be too vulnerable, say the wrong things, and then Kiara would run off and pretend he'd never existed, too.
He shook his head, resisting the urge to run his hands through his hair. He was older now, hopefully less stupid, and he just had to make it through tonight. Hopefully he wasn't so idiotic he could mess up a single night, right? He thought of Margo again. It didn't really hurt anymore to think of her. That was good, it meant he'd really moved on properly. He was... he didn't want to say indifferent about it, that wasn't quite right. He was more... relieved, he guessed, that she'd found someone. He'd never have forgiven himself if he'd done something so monumentally stupid that he'd hurt her too badly.
He just had to hope he didn't hurt Kiara. He bit his tongue lightly as he looked towards the stairs, hoping she'd be down soon. He could keep pretending to be charming, right? If he could just act like he had it all figured out, had himself together, then she wouldn't catch on that he was a mess and things would go smoothly. He hoped.