A lot of the girls at school were intimidating. She was supposed to be an adult but sometimes she felt like a child surrounded by movie stars. She was nothing special compared to them, kept to her own, read her books in quiet corners and let her hair fall into her face to shade her eyes. Most of the people her age just wanted to party, she just wanted to be away from home. She just wanted some damn peace. Astronomy class was one of those peaceful classes. She'd never particularly favored astronomy, but it was quieter than most, probably because Mr. Williams wasn't a loud instructor, you had to lower your voice in order to hear him. She sat at the back, near the door, her wide crystalline eyes fluttering over the white board, hand busied with taking down notes before class would begin.
Zinovia's eyes widened and she felt her stomach churn as she was greeted. She hoped he wouldn't greet her but now that it had happened she didn't know exactly what to say or what to do, she never did. She swallowed harshly, "uh-" she stopped when Mr. Williams stepped down in front of the chalk board, beginning to write the day's activities. Partner project. Great.
At first, Zinovia hadn't noticed, not even turning her head to glance at him. But when she heard the gentle strokes of pencil against paper, her curiosity got the best of her and she turned to glance, eyes widening faintly, "... wow" she whispered, pushing locks of gold behind her ear.
Zinovia blinked and suddenly leaned in a bit, ".. what was all of that?" she questioned, breaking the shy exterior she typically surrounded herself with. She was interested, and it would take a lot to satiate her curiosity. Mr. Williams was already beginning to pick partners, pairing them up via the tables they sat at.
She was startled by his voice, glancing at the book once more. But she wouldn't open it without his permission. So she sat there awkwardly, making gentle clicking sounds with her mouth as she tapped her pencil against the edge of the desk, unsure of how exactly to even ask. In short, he was terrifying, she didn't know how he'd react if her were annoyed with her. The project was about the planets and what constellations looked like from them.
Zinovia looked over the works with wide eyes beaming like a child's. She tilted her head, edging her fingers along the sketches, "no they're amazing" she whispered, not even glancing up at them. She wasn't much of an artist herself. She was better at writing. "... what's your name?" she asked.
She was apprehensive but she reached out and took his hand. Her own hands were small, nails painted a deep crimson, calloused by how hard she pressed against her pencils when she wrote. She shook firmly, but with caution, just the slightest bit wary. ".. Zinovia" she murmured. She glanced down at the paper Mr. William sat on their desk. Their planet was Venus.
Zinovia's eyes widened at him and she blinked a few times, "You've learned your deity already?" she replied, suddenly feeling self conscious. There were very few that already knew who their deities were. She rarely ever met them. And considering the whole purpose of this academy was to learn who the hell they were in the first place - she felt like she was definitely missing the point.
She stared in awe, eyes still wide. She swallowed harshly, shaking her head in protest, "No I like that, it would be cool- uh.. How did you... know? Did you just feel it or..?" she asked, far more invested in their conversation now and even leaning closer.
The more he spoke about the dream the more she felt her face heating up. Her cheeks were a pale pink and she realized that maybe she shouldn't have prodded so much, it seemed like a deeply intimate dream but hey at least she had an answer now. ".. Oh.. That's... wow" she murmured, "Well.. I'm glad. That you found out. You can graduate and stuff" she smiled.
Zinovia turned and stared down at her desk in deep though, shaking her head slowly, "I don't know who I'd want to be.. I can't think of any god or goddess that... I guess I just wanna be me, ya know? I'd like to be just me. Zinovia." she murmured nervously.
Zinovia jumped at the sound of the clap, having not been expecting it. She cleared her throat and nodded quickly in agreement, "Y-Yeah! That's.. good idea." she replied, opening her textbook and biting her lip, ".. what time of the year should we go by?" she asked, gazing up at Angelo expectantly.
Zinovia thought for a moment before suddenly stopping and staring down at her paper, giggling quietly to herself and shaking her head, "... you can't see the stars on Venus at night, or even the sun at day... the atmosphere is too thick. We got a joke planet" she snickered.
Her brows raised at his chuckle and she felt herself gravitate forward. She had a very quiet voice, small, not intrusive in the slightest. "... I guess we'd just draw the atmosphere... You're a good artist, it shouldn't be hard for you" she complimented with the faintest smile.
Zinovia considered it but she nodded, "I can draw it.. yeah. Maybe you could dot some constellations down and I'll cover them so they're barely visible?" she suggested, biting her lip as she stared down at the paper, eyes flickering up to him expectantly.
She was a bit surprised by his enthusiasm but she nodded along, trying to keep up to the best of her ability. He was kind of distracting... A little magnetic, though she figured it was a deity thing. "Yeah that'd be really cool.. I don't think I brought any art supplies to class though" she replied.
She opened her mouth to say something, lips slightly parted in surprise. She'd flinched initially, but she didn't protest, "I..." she nodded, "Thanks. Uh. We could meet up after class? I'd just need to go back to my dorm and grab a few things but.. there's.. the courtyard or.." she shrugged a little awkwardly, reaching up to run a hand through her hair in idle nervousness.
There had to be a good ten minutes of class left, maybe fifteen at most. She was timely like that, had a great internal clock. Her eyes flickered over the paper before meeting his again. She did like questions. Mostly asking them. ".. Alright" she decided, nodding.
Zinovia thought a moment and cleared her throat, "... Kharkiv ... Ukraine." she explained, her accent becoming quite a bit more apparent now. ".. Are you from an island? You've... very prominent features" she inquired. Prominent features?! she thought to herself, silently chastising herself for being so awkward.
Zinovia quirked her head to the side and reached up, running her fingers through the fine strands, "I think it would be bleaching, if it weren't natural.. it's natural" she smiled, "Is your beard natural?" she teased. Though it was cool, he was cool. Most people weren't cool but he was definitely cool.
She turned back to the sketchbook and flipped through it carefully, biting the corner of her lip in concentration before picking out an intricate looking chair, "This one.. with the symbols." she tapped on the sketch, admiring the curvatures, "have any special talents? Aside from being a good artist?" she asked.
His laugh was a little contagious, she tried to keep it at bay but the low rumble reminded her of a crackling thunder in the may months in Ukraine. It was nostalgic and brand new all at the same time. ".. I can read four books in a week and I sing in the shower" she chuckled awkwardly, "uh.. favorite color?" she asked.
She thought for a moment and decided that saying "Fancy" by Drake, was probably a bad idea. She cleared her throat and stood. She was wearing a rather loose blue sun dress that didn't do very well to accent her figure, not to mention the jacket she hid her shoulders with. Her attire was on the extreme modest side, mostly because she was intensely self conscious. "... Futile Devices by Sufjan Stevens.. I've heard of the Kinks though. It's a good band. Where did you want to meet up for the project?" she asked.
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