[Fic] this breezy feeling

[tenshinoakuma]

okay so it's obvious i post more to procrastinate (o exams you'd think i'd study more but nooo). set OP RPverse, dunno if this would be AU or not. Potential set up for an RP post?

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There an odd presence, but Tyler can't quite pinpoint where it is coming from.

It is a passing feeling, fleeting.

He turns to identify it, but by then, it is already gone.

He stops searching.
Lets the universe bring it to him.
All will fall into place in due time.

He does not need to wait long; he is far better at luring than chasing.

Tyler indicates the seat across from himself. "There is a seat here, if you do not mind the company."

He sips from his teacup, and waits.

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AHH I fell asleep. My stomach feels better though :D! And what better way to celebrate than a bowl of bell peppers and vinegar xD mmm...

AND HAVE YOU LISTENED TO CLOSER BY NINE INCH NAILS??! LYRICS! (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/nineinchnails/closer.html) I-It's Cas and Trian, I swear. I mean, come on:

"You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you..."

God I love that band.

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His idle habit. Something to focus his mind on. The flame appears, grows, and then vanishes into nothing once more.

And then a voice.

The flame flickering above his palm dies and Casimir turns his attention toward the one who voiced the invitation.

More out of curiosity than anything, he ambles over to the open seat. He steals an observant glance at the stranger before sitting down.

"Good sense for a blind man," he says.

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...I don't think randomly falling asleep like that is healthy ;; *has never fallen asleep in front of the com*

Ahh no I haven't but oh god the lyrics ;___; (Trian comments he doesn't have hives = A=)

Hahah i initially read 'curiosity' as 'courtesy' and I was like, ...what? *re-read*

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Tyler sets down his teacup, small in his hands, but keeps his hands cradled around it, savouring the dull warmth. The tea is an import from Payon.

"Nothing more than the next blind person," he says with a smile. He pulls his aura back towards his self, retracting the niggling feeling that presses at the edge of the mind the stranger may not have consciously noticed until now.

There is a porcelain teapot (http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/836/583626.JPG) on the table, and a teacup much like his own (though the other teacup is presently empty) not far away. "Tea?" Tyler offers, hand going to the teapot's handle. "Or would you prefer something else?"