Rainy Day Calm || Simon

[Ember Winry Luce]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] ♥ safe and sound | tag: simon | 415 words | outfit |  Notes: there's credit for the playby art at the end of the post Ember grabbed her bag and slipped out of her dorm room and down the hall. It was a rainy, chilly afternoon but she didn't really mind. She liked the rain, the white noise calmed her mind. She was less likely to have an alter take over on a rainy day. She stepped outside and opened her umbrella just as it started to rain harder. She walked towards the library, jumping in puddles along the way and smiling up in the rain. All the splashing she was doing almost made her umbrella useless but she didn't mind getting wet.  She folded up her umbrella and pulled the door open to the library and slipped inside quietly, tracking water and a bit of mud behind her as she walked towards the fiction section of the library. The librarian at the front desk looked at the mess she had tracked in glaring slightly as Ember passed by her. While she hated quiet places, the library was a different kind of quiet. The library was full of different little worlds far better than her own, full of faeries and happy endings and love at first sights. All things that she is pretty sure she'll never be able to experience herself in the real world. She could pretend though, pretend she was the heroine she read so much about, instead of the mental screw up and out cast she actually was.  Ember sat her umbrella and bag down on a table by a huge window so she could watch the rain as she read. As she looked for books she also looked to see if there were any people here other than the librarian. She had forgotten she was wearing a quarter sleeve shirt and her hoodie was no soaked. She wanted to take it off but she didn't want anyone to see the scars on her arms and start to ask questions, something she knew would happen if someone saw them. She grabbed a few books and then walked back to her secluded little table after not seeing anyone and decided it was worth the risk to take off her hoodie. She put the books down on the table and pulled her hoodie off placing it on the back of one of the three chairs that were there so it could dry. She looked around one last time to see if anyone was around before sitting down and concentrating on the first book in her pile of Faery tale books she'd found.  (art of playby by stuntkid)

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[Simon Patrick Gallagher]

Nothing mattered, and it was okay. Simon knew that he was supposed to report to someone when he was on one of those amazing manic highs. He was dangerous to himself when he was this way, but right then he couldn't bring himself to feel like there was any problem. Why not enjoy this while it lasted? Everything was beautiful. He wanted to read a good book. Books were a reason to be happy. Everything was a reason to be happy. Pain was a reason to be happy because it was an experience and not everyone has the privilege of experiencing things. It was so amazing to be alive, and being dead wouldn't matter either because life more than made up for death.

There was a dark haired girl with a book and a dripping umbrella. Simon hadn't even noticed that he'd been walking in the rain. It dawned on him that he was soaked to the bone and looked like he'd just come out of a swimming pool fully clothed. Rain was amazing. God, rain was so amazing. He made his way over to the girl because she was pretty and he was having a good day. She was reading fairy tales. She looked like a fairy tale! Wasn't that amazing?

He crashed into the chair across from her, a stupid little grin on his face. "Books are fucking brilliant. Don't you love books? Of course you love books, you're in a library. Libraries are where books are. Libraries are where book lovers go. But, not when it's raining. We're the only ones here, did you notice? It's the rain that's kept everyone out. I love the rain. Do you like the rain? Rain is brilliant!" He was talking without thinking and his heart was skipping with joy. He was so full of joy. It was dizzying.

[Ember Winry Luce]

Ember looked up suddenly to the sound of something, or someone crashing into the chair across from her. Her eyes were met with the image of a boy soaked to the bone from the rain and talking a mile a minute, so that she could barely understand what he was saying. She just barely made out that he said the rain and books were brilliant. "Yes, books and the rain are both brilliant," she said without thinking and put the book she had been reading face up on the table showing the story that she had been reading. It was large,thin olive green book that looked like it was probably made in the 70s. There were tons of beautiful illustrations that went along with the stories. The story she had left it open to was called The Myrtle Tree's Sweet Scent and had the illustration of a whispy looking pale girl and a man, looking just woken up, holding a candle out to her trying to see her better in the dark. She looked like she wanted to run away from the man in the illustration.

She had been so caught up in the sound of the rain and the book she was reading that she hadn't even noticed him coming towards her. Ember was then reminded that she was now in the same room with, while rather manic, another living being and her arms were horribly bare. She started pulling at her sleeves hoping they would cover the thousands if scars on her arms feeling very self conscience about them in that moment. She looked from him to her hoodie drying on the back of the chair he had crashed into wondering if it might be rude to grab her hoodie and run away from him, feeling very much like the illustration in the book. 'Yeah, probably would,' she thought as she continued to pull at her sleeves. She then looked to her bag sitting on the floor and came to a clever conclusion in her mind. She picked her back up off of the ground and put her arms in her bag pretending that she was looking for something.

"Did you forget your umbrella?" She asked with a smile hoping to keep him distracted away from her arms. He could ask her the same thing, she looked almost as soaked as he did. She just hoped her bag covered her arms enough without looking too silly for her to keep her arms there.

[Simon Patrick Gallagher]

"No... I don't have an umbrella... I didn't even know it was raining until I saw you just now!" Simon said, with a chuckle. "That does tend to happen when... I'm like... this."

Somehow, amid the confusion, Simon managed to catch a peek at Ember's scarred arms. It gave him a little jolt. He frowned for a moment, before looking up at her with a sad little smile. "Oh, don't worry about that. I'm... marked too." He pulled back his dripping coat sleeve to reveal the deep scars that had been left from his various suicide attempts. "Yours aren't so bad... well, I mean of course they're bad, but at least they're kind of pretty." Where was he going with this? Why was he saying this out loud? Of course scars were ugly! How could he think them pretty?

Well, he did think they were pretty, on her at least. Her scars were more precise than his were--- they had a sort of pattern, and they were partially obscured, partially mingled with her various tattoos. He knew that it was sick to consider something like that pretty, but it was in a way. The scars were kind of like extensions of the tattoos, he thought, and they spoke of personality rather than desperation like his ugly scars did. Hers were thinner too, more elegant, moving with the curve of her arms like laces on a corset or something.

He realized that he was sounding crazy. "Sorry... that's not what I meant, I mean, they're just... they're not like mine. I like them better than I like mine. Yours are less... jagged. They almost look painted in a way... like they're a part of your tattoo art. They're defining. Unique. Mine are so... I don't even know. Yours are kind of like stories... I can almost see how you were feeling when they happened. They're like... watching a journey or something. Am I sounding crazy? I promise I'm not crazy... well, I am crazy, but not like this usually."

He sighed. "I'll leave if you want. I realize that I'm imposing. I wont be upset." He smiled. "Most people hate me, so it's nothing new. And, honestly, you couldn't bring me down right now if you shot me."

[Ember Winry Luce]

Ember pulled her hands out of her bag and looked down at her scarred arms as her spoke. "Pretty?" she said under her breath. She'd never thought of them the way he was talking about them. They were always just the visual proof of her other alters existence. Not once had she thought of them as pretty. She looked back up at him when he got quiet and then continued to talk about her scars. They really did follow the curves of her arms, the rest of them throughout her body probably followed the curves too, and now that she looked at them after she got tattoos her alter had purposely cut around them instead of through them. It made her happy kind of that the alter had the decency of not ruining her tattoos. Painted, that wasn't something she'd heard describing them either. She smiled at him for all the things he was saying. 

Then something he said caught her attention, they told a story, what story? Could he read this story? Could he tell her what her alter was feeling when she did this? She had to know. "A story?" she asked trying together through to him but he didn't hear her over his own talking, that and she wasn't talking loud enough for him to hear really either. She sighed and waited for him to stop talking. He was saying something about it being okay for her to walk away now but she was too interested to walk away now.

"No, it's okay. You've caught my interest now. Stories? What stories do they tell to you?" She asked as she placed he bag back down on the floor next to her chair and motioned for him to sit down. Ember closed the book she had been looking at and placed it on top of the other books she'd been looking through. "I've never thought of my scars the way you described them before. It's nice." She crossed her arms and looked to him with a small smile.

[Simon Patrick Gallagher]

"No, it's okay. You've caught my interest now. Stories? What stories do they tell to you?" The marked girl said. "I've never thought of my scars the way you described them before. It's nice."

Simon beamed back at her. She wasn't treating him like he was crazy. He was so happy he could have cried, if he was the crying type. She was smiling at him and the whole world seemed to glow with that smile. Maybe it was the mania, but he could have sworn he'd never seem anything more beautiful than that smile she had, just then.

Simon reached out a tentative finger and traced one of the lines on her wrist, his brow furrowed in concentration like he was reading her palm. "This scar is an angry one, but it has a sense of humour. See the way it is slightly curved in the middle? Sort of like an 's'? It's not like any of the other scars. It's sort of like a charm on a charm bracelet, but it's deep and wide, so you can tell that it was angry. And, these here, they sort of look like those tribal tattoos that people used to get in the 1990s. There's introspection there... and a sort of artistry. Many of these are really quite creative... these over here, the ones that form a sort of zig-zag. They blend in with the rest, but at the same time stand out. It's kind of like they're vines winding down a brick wall."

"These are musical. You can almost see the rhythm of the music you were listening to here... it's like you wanted to keep a record of how much you loved that song, and so you etched it into your skin. It's sort of poetic. It's beautiful, the way it plays against the tattoo without ever quite touching it. I guess you did that on purpose." He looked up into her eyes, chewing his lip a little nervously, not certain of how she'd receive the next one. "This one is vengeful... someone did something to you, and you took it out on yourself instead. Someone hurt you, and you couldn't hurt them so you hurt yourself." He sucked in a breath, waiting to be slapped.

[Ember Winry Luce]

Ember unfolded her arms and let him touch them, something that she usually never lets anyone do. She doesn't even like touching them herself usually. He smiled over at her and seemed to glow to her, so she let him and probably only ever him. She smiled as she listened to him describe her alters feelings, her favorite one being the one of music. That one must have happened when the alter took over while she was listening to some new choir pieces she had to learn. Her frustration brought out her alters sometimes and she's usually very frustrated when she's trying to learn a new very difficult piece of music. Then he said the thing about her tattoo that she had only just noticed, "I suppose she did do that on purpose."  He got quiet then, so she looked up at him and saw the nervousness in his eyes and then he continued seemingly more concerned, 

"This one is vengeful... someone did something to you, and you took it out on yourself instead. Someone hurt you, and you couldn't hurt them so you hurt yourself." The boy said. 

And then it hit her, that was a very new scar.  It was actually still partially scabbed up and she didn't remember having it before she woke up here. She frowned remember her dad's horrid girlfriend and said, "no, she hurt her too." 'Did what I couldn't do,' she thought with a sigh and then looked from her arm to him. His eyes were one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen and the feelings she saw in them made her feel horribly guilty. She had to fix this, erase that look from his eyes.

"It's okay though, now it is at least, she won't hurt me anymore," she said with a small smile, that she couldn't make look completely happy to save her life, just hoping to make that look go away and bring that smile back. "In case you were wondering, she is my dad's girlfriend, and don't worry when I say now she won't I mean because I'm here, not because of other reasons." She laughed a little to herself though this wasn't really anything to laugh about and was probably making her look crazier than she already was. "I'm sorry. If you want I'll leave now. It's usually best if I leave before people start caring about me anyway." She looked away from him sadly and began to gather her things. Ember got up from her seat, picking up her still soaked hoodie, getting ready to leave. 

[Simon Patrick Gallagher]

"In case you were wondering, she is my dad's girlfriend, and don't worry when I say now she won't I mean because I'm here, not because of other reasons." The girl laughed, and Simon smiled a little more seriously now. It seemed almost a pity to Simon that the woman who was responsible for causing this lovely girl pain was still around, but he didn't say so. He could relate. Oh! Could he ever related! His stepmother had made it her goal in life to hurt him in as many ways as possible without getting into any trouble for it. His expression darkened at the thought of those abuses, and the idea that this girl had undergone something like that, maybe even something worse.

"I'm sorry. If you want I'll leave now. It's usually best if I leave before people start caring about me anyway." She said, standing up to leave before Simon could fully process what she was saying.

"No!" He said, a little too loudly for a library. He reached out and grasped her wrist, feeling a little foolish after he did so, but it didn't matter. He wanted her to stay. His words came out sounding a little more desperate than he would have liked. "Please stay... I don't want you to leave. And, it's too late anyway. I mean, about caring. I already do care... Sorry, that sounds really creepy, we've just met and everything. Sorry, I'm a creepy person, but it's the truth, I do care. And, I'd love it if you stayed. And, would hate it if you left and... I don't even know your name..."

[Ember Winry Luce]

Ember felt him grab her wrist and turned back to him. This was a first that someone had stopped her from leaving. She sat her bag back down next to the table, putting her hoodie on top of it stood in front of him with him still holding onto her wrist. He looked desperate, though he probably didn't mean to. Did he actually want her to stay? Was that even possible? 

"Please stay... I don't want you to leave. And, it's too late anyway. I mean, about caring. I already do care... Sorry, that sounds really creepy, we've just met and everything. Sorry, I'm a creepy person, but it's the truth, I do care. And, I'd love it if you stayed. And, would hate it if you left and... I don't even know your name..." the boy said. 

She smiled down at him and almost started laughing at him. He was being nicer than anyone else she had ever met before. "You're not creepy at all. Your actually rather sweet." She said with a warm smile. She had no where to go anyway, or that's how she rationalized not putting space between them, not saving him from getting hurt by her alters later, which she knew was only a matter of time. The closer he would get to her the more her alters would recognized him as someone of importance and would take over at the most inopportune times. She really hoped one of them didn't sleep with him, that would be very awkward later. "My names Ember by the way and I'll stay if you want me too. I've warned you though, you'll get hurt if you get too close to me." she said and then looked down to where he was still clutching her wrist. "You have to let go of my wrist though before this get awkward." She said with a small giggle that she hasn't heard in months. This was new and refreshing to her and she crossed her fingers that her alters wouldn't ruin it all for her like all the other times they had. 

[Simon Patrick Gallagher]

"My names Ember by the way and I'll stay if you want me too. I've warned you though, you'll get hurt if you get too close to me." "You have to let go of my wrist though before this get awkward."

"Oh, sorry." Simon said, letting go of her wrist, and smiling a little sheepishly at her. "Ember..." He tried out the name for size, relishing in the feel of it on his lips. "Mmm, Ember's a brilliant name." He said. "It reminds me of bonfires at the beach... the smell of smoke mingling with the sea breeze..." He could get lost just thinking about the things her name alone reminded him of. He had to shake his head to clear it, before turning back to look her in the eyes again. She had such pretty eyes.

"And, don't worry about hurting me. I've got pretty tough skin when I'm myself... which I'm often not, come to think of it, but it doesn't matter, because I would be honoured to be hurt by you, just so long as you're still talking to me." He grinned at his new friend. A friend! That was new! He'd never had friends before. Maybe being at a school for degenerates wasn't such a bad thing for him after all. At least these people didn't seem to be judging him as much as 'normal' people did.

"I'm Simon. Erm... hi. As you can probably see I'm not all there... well, in here anyway." He tapped at his head, with a comic eye-roll. "But, I'm all here." He tapped his chest. "Well, at least when I'm this way. Sometimes I'm nothing. Then, I'm not anywhere. Does that scare you? I hope not. I don't want to scare you away... though I imagine I'm doing a piss poor job of that, aren't I? I'm not like this all the time. I talk too much when I'm this way... sorry about that. But, if you'd like you could tell me to shut up... I'm not sure that would make any difference, but if I'm getting on your nerves it's worth a shot."

[Ember Winry Luce]

Ember sat down in the chair nearest to him and listened to him. She laughed, actually laughed at his comments about her name. She liked all those things but she hadn't been to a beach since she was little because of the scars that covered her body. She felt to self conscience to be seen in anything that didn't cover he from neck down. Showing skin in a bathing suit would probably be a miserable experience for her, which meant no trips to the beach and no bonfires on the beach either. She looked half sad at that thought. "I haven't been to a beach in a very long time," she said more thinking out loud than anything else. She looked up to find him staring back into her eyes. He did that a lot, look her in the eye, it was weird and new to her. It actually made her a bit uncomfortable but she'd get use to it. She kind of liked it in a way too, which is why she kept keeping eye contact with him. 

"And, don't worry about hurting me. I've got pretty tough skin when I'm myself... which I'm often not, come to think of it, but it doesn't matter, because I would be honoured to be hurt by you, just so long as you're still talking to me." he said. She smiled a sad smile at this. 

"Hi Simon," she said after finally getting his name and then continued to listen to him.

"Well, at least when I'm this way. Sometimes I'm nothing. Then, I'm not anywhere. Does that scare you? I hope not. I don't want to scare you away... though I imagine I'm doing a piss poor job of that, aren't I? I'm not like this all the time. I talk too much when I'm this way... sorry about that. But, if you'd like you could tell me to shut up... I'm not sure that would make any difference, but if I'm getting on your nerves it's worth a shot."

She looked at him concerned then. To be nothing is such a scary thing, about as scary as not know which you is you. If the person she was now was who she was suppose to be or not. She thought about that often. "You don't scare me, I understand what you mean. Being nothing is a scary thing, and so is not knowing who you are." she said the last part without realizing it. She was really trying not to tell anyone about her disorder. She'd rather be treated like a girl that self harmed than a girl with more than one personality. One was less of a crazy than the other. She didn't like being called crazy, especially when her only proof of it were the scars on her body and what people have told her. She looked him in the eyes sadly, and said, "don't say I didn't warn you later." 

[Simon Patrick Gallagher]

"You don't scare me, I understand what you mean. Being nothing is a scary thing, and so is not knowing who you are." Ember had a sort of sadness in her eyes that cut right through Simon.

Simon could relate to that feeling though. "You know... I don't think anyone knows, who they are I mean. Some people just seem to have it together, but I think that's probably what life is all about; figuring out who you are. Everyone seems to skip to the next step, and they're already planning for who they want to be, when in reality no one really knows who they are at any given time."

"Don't say I didn't warn you later." She said, with that sadness in her eyes again. Was it strange that she was beautiful when she was sad? Was there really such thing as a beautiful sadness? He didn't want her to be sad, even if she looked haunting that way.

"I wont." Simon said. "And, let me extend you the same warning then... I'm unstable... obviously. I have these mood swings that are pretty crazy. I've got this disorder... it's bipolar disorder, but the mood swings change more rapidly than they do in most people with it. It's like I can be two or three different people in one day because of it... and they're not all happy. My baseline, I suppose, is what is supposed to be me, but I prefer this me, which is manic me. Depressed me isn't really worth knowing. Honestly, I don't blame you if you don't want to know me once you've seen me depressed."

He licked his lips. "To be honest, the scariest bit is when I'm transitioning from one mood to the next, and I never know what it's going to be. I can be moving from manic to depressed, or manic to baseline. It doesn't move up and down in a linear way sometimes... You'd think it would be manic-baseline-depressed, but it's more like manic-depressed-baseline-depressed-manic-baseline-manic-depressed. There's no order to it. And, when I'm slipping from manic... it's the worst thing in the world. Well, for me at least. I'm sure there are loads of things that are worse, but it isn't pleasant."

He glanced down at his scarred wrists, and then lifted one up to eye level. "That's why this happens." He dropped it down again, and then he was afraid that he was beginning to deflate. Then, he looked at her and he knew that he wasn't coming down yet. Oh, thank goodness. He didn't want to scare her away yet. "That's why I'm here... I guess that's a bit crazier than just cutting. I'll totally understand if you don't want to talk to me now."

[Ember Winry Luce]

Ember sighed, "that's not exactly what I meant but you get the gist of it anyway." She looked at him and thought about all the reasons she shouldn't let him get close. Why she should run away right now, but her she stayed anyway. She hated being alone. She needed a friend and here was one that, while a little crazy though aren't we all here, was here and wasn't walking away. Though he may still walk away if he found out about her alters. Only time will tell with that. 

"And, let me extend you the same warning then... I'm unstable... obviously. I have these mood swings that are pretty crazy. I've got this disorder... it's bipolar disorder, but the mood swings change more rapidly than they do in most people with it. It's like I can be two or three different people in one day because of it... and they're not all happy. My baseline, I suppose, is what is supposed to be me, but I prefer this me, which is manic me. Depressed me isn't really worth knowing. Honestly, I don't blame you if you don't want to know me once you've seen me depressed." Simon said. "To be honest, the scariest bit is when I'm transitioning from one mood to the next, and I never know what it's going to be. I can be moving from manic to depressed, or manic to baseline. It doesn't move up and down in a linear way sometimes... You'd think it would be manic-baseline-depressed, but it's more like manic-depressed-baseline-depressed-manic-baseline-manic-depressed. There's no order to it. And, when I'm slipping from manic... it's the worst thing in the world. Well, for me at least. I'm sure there are loads of things that are worse, but it isn't pleasant." He lifted his wrist to show her the scars on his arms and then dropped it back down again. 

"I'm sure any you is worth knowing as long as you can remember who you are the whole time, and if not then I can help remind you now," she said with a kind smile. If he wouldn't abandon her, the she wasn't going to abandon him either. "You're not going to scare me away. I've met far scarier things than you in my life time." 'Like myself,' she thought as she took hold of his hand that he had held up just minutes ago. Ember held his hand and looked him the eyes. He had unusually beautiful eyes for a boy. 'Boys always get the pretty features, pretty colored eyes, long eye lashes, good cheek bones...' she thought to herself in amusement. She looked down at his hand as she turned it around so that she could see his scars and then smiled back up at him. "You're scares don't seem nearly as bad as mine. At least yours fade easily it looks like." She said this hoping it would brighten the mood a little. 

Outside the sun was setting and the rain was slowly stopping. It was only a light drizzle at this point but she didn't even notice it like she usually did. She was too focused on this boy to listen to the rain today, which could turn out either good or bad for her. She hoped she had been calmed enough that her alters wouldn't come out any time soon. She'd hate for this friendship to be ruined when it had just barely begun. 

[Simon Patrick Gallagher]

"You're scars don't seem nearly as bad as mine. At least yours fade easily it looks like." Ember said. She was holding his hand, and radiating a warmth that Simon hadn't felt in a long time.

Simon smiled, looking down at the faded lines. The lightest of the lines came from his least serious suicide attempts, when he was quite young and before he knew what it took to die. Bodies were surprisingly, sometimes unsettlingly, resilient. He was glad to be alive now. Glad that he'd lived long enough to meet this girl who seemed beautiful inside and out, who wasn't disgusted by him or afraid. "They lack character though." He said. "But, I see what you mean."

He wanted her to keep holding his hand.

His eyes roamed over the deepest scar--- the ugly one that stood out. That one was more recent, from just last year. That was the suicide attempt that had landed him in St. Helena's. It didn't scare him looking at it, but it made his stomach feel funny. He got a little jolt every time he remembered how close he'd been to death. If he'd succeeded... well, it was hard to imagine not living up to this moment. Maybe St. Hell's wasn't such a bad place to be.

The people he had met thus far had been kind enough not to trip him in the halls like they had at home. And, now this. Maybe life wasn't going to be so bad.

There was a pretty ring on her finger. It looked like sort of a swirly amber colour, but he couldn't be sure with certain colours. Girls were always better at telling colours. Was it amber? Ochre? He loved looking at her hands. He didn't have a hand fetish or anything, but they were pretty hands. And, then he looked back up into her pretty eyes and smiled.

[Salizar Slone Snighrig]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-color: #000000; border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.5] Had Salizar mentioned yet just exactly how much he was glad that Ben was as open as he was? Or how glad he was that Ric was as open as he was? His boys. His beautiful, beautiful boys, and yes, they were all his. He smirked as he pressed a last rough kiss to the lips of Alaric Jester, reaching out to tug the other's shirt straight, recovering his rather delightful skin a bit regretfully. But no... he didn't need to be basking in the other's nude form in the middle of a quite public library. As much as he would like to, he regretfully watched Ric's lovely ass saunter away from him until his view was obscured by a random bookcase. Damn bookcase. He smirked slightly at the thought of destroying the bookcase for destroying his view, but then he'd have to destroy Ric's pants under the same issue. As he was gathering up his books and papers, however, he heard a raised voice from not far away. Someone shouting 'no'. He sighed, shaking his head slightly. Well, it didn't sound like someone getting hurt or being raped, so there was no real reason to rush it, right? Yet he should still investigate. He moved away from the table, one of those most secluded in the library and towards where he'd heard the voice come from and spotted a young male and a young female, holding hands, and practically fornicating through their eyes. He stood there a moment, arching an eyebrow at the mushy words that they were exchanging between one another. Ah young love. Two teenagers sharing their troubles with one another and helping each other through their problems. However, from the way things were looking, he should, by all rights as a teacher, intervene. He sighed softly, hating to spoil their fun when he himself had just done far worse than what they were doing. But still... rules were rules, after all. He pushed away from where he'd been leaning against a nearby bookcase and moved forward towards the two students, one of whom was one of his own counselees. "Well hello there, Ember," he stated, offering a small smile to her, and looked towards the other. Now that he could see all of their faces, he identified the other as Simon Gallagher. "And Mr. Gallagher as well, how are you two doing this fine day?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at the two before his eyes shifted down to where they were currently holding hands. "I'm sorry to interupt, but it looked like things were starting to escalate with quite a bit of heat growing..." he stated easily. He smirked slightly at the thought as he watched them. "I do hope that you two were planning on using protection before carrying things all that much further." He chuckled before he reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a small square of foil that had been unopened. It was good he'd had the foresight to bring more than one of these today. He tossed it towards Simon and arched a brow slightly. Tilting his head, he clasped his hands under the books he was carrying, smirking slightly. "Also, as a school official, I'm going to pretend that this little intervention never really happened..." He smirked slightly at the duo before looking back at Ember. "Are we still on for our session tomorrow afternoon then? You are overdue for evaluation and... considering this new development, it might be prudent to extend our session past the usual half-hour to a full hour..." he suggested, amusement glinting in his eyes.

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