Xavier walked down the hallway after the long infirmary visit with Teddy. He had carried his little brother out after, and up to his room so he could rest. Maybe practice what Xavier had taught him earlier on guitar, which made Xavier realize his guitar was still sitting out in the open on the grand staircase. Of course. Maybe he would talk a walk and pick it up on the way there, or maybe on the way back? Xavier almost shrugged to himself, but that would look stupid. He ended up half shrugging, and probably looking stupider than he would've just shrugging and moving on. At least there were few people walking down the hallway at the moment, mainly maids and the occasional lost selected or family, all whom he promptly ignored by staring at the ground while walking, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets.
Xavier hadn't looked up from the marble floor design as he walked, staring at it as if it was the most amazing piece of art in the world. And before he even realized it, a flash of familiar blonde hair flew in his face and he was pushed back slightly. Being as tall as he was, it was easy to catch himself and stay balanced, but the selected obviously couldn't, and had stumbled back. Xavier had moved to ask if she was okay, looking up from his default stare-at-the-ground routine, but had stopped in his tracks. It was as if an entire year hadn't passed and his love was standing directly in front of him. But that was impossible, and he knew that. So he mumbled an apology and stuffed his hands farther into his pockets, once again staring down at the ground. Xavier took a step sideways so the selected could pass, that was the polite and princely thing to do, anyway.
Xavier stood with his back to her, whoever she was, his eyes closed. Every memory was rushing back to him; the ones from before they had even dated, during, and all of his feelings after she had "died". He must've seemed rude, or at least not friendly, towards her, but Xavier couldn't really focus on how the selected was feeling at he moment. There was practically a battle raging inside of him just because of this…girl. This stupid girl who was chosen for the selection, for his brother, who just happened to look exactly like Clara. She spoke, though he couldn't hear the first few words, she managed to speak up for him to hear. Xavier stayed where he was, eyes closed yet seemed focused on the marbled floor. "Familiar with the palace already, are you?" Xavier realized he might've seemed a bit snappish, but who wouldn't be if they had just seen someone who looked exactly like the person they love?
Xavier turned around so that he could look at her as he talked. He had to get this over with, there was no way that it could be her, so he had to just get it over with and leave. Xavier couldn't stop his life completely ever time someone who looked even the tiniest bit like Clara came around. Who knows? Maybe this girl doesn't even look that much like her, he's only imagining it. But then she spoke again, adding another clue to this whole mystery. 'W-What's your name?" Xavier's voice had softened, along with that, so had his confidence. This random girl - a selected, for his brother-was seeing him like this, and he hated it. Absolutely hated that he felt like he was miles away from his own body; the actions he made by someone else.
Xavier sounded louder, as if he was closer or had turned around. Aria figured she should turn around as well, and speak to him face to face, but she couldn't. The second she would look at him all her confidence would fall, her knees would buckle, and tears would stream from her eyes. She couldn't have that happen. Aria could hear the softness in his voice, she could just hear the lack of confidence he had now. So, she figured she'd play around with him some more. Get him mad, get him angry. She began to absent mindlessly twirl a lock of her blonde hair, twirling and twirling it before she spoke, again not really answering his question. "What do you think my name is?" She inquired, turning around when she spoke the last final words. Just the sight of Xavier made her heart race and her stomach drop.
Xavier sighed unhappily. Why didn't anyone just answer questions? It's not as if they're hard questions or anything, it's your name. The same thing you've known since you were basically able to talk. "I don't know. I know you're a selected, but there's no help there because there's 35 of you, and if you haven't noticed, I'm not the one who had to memorize 35 names and faces, and then put them together." Xavier shrugged. "Am I going to have to run through every female name I know? Because this might take a while, then. And I'm sure my dear brother is missing you already." So she was messing around with him, he could tell. So what if she ended up thinking him strange, or too sarcastic to function. He couldn't care less, all he had to do was focus on sarcastic remarks and such, and boom, his confidence was back and he was keeping Clara out of his mind. For now, at least.
Aria almost laughed when Xavier sighed. She could tell he was annoyed with her. Heck, she was surprised that he hadn't walked away yet. Then he went on and on, talking about how she was a selected and his brother was probably in love with her and such, and honestly, by the end of it, she was laughing a hit. So she let it out, one laugh, one bell-ringing, wave-crashing, one amazing laugh. And then she stopped and smiled at him. "Alright, tell you what, I'll ask you a question, and depending on your answer, I'll tell you what you want to know. Don't worry, you'll get an answer either way." She teased him, her finger still wrapped around a lock of her hair as she looked at him. The eye-contact was killing her, and she was surprised she hadn't melted. "Do you want to know the name I was born with, or just my name?" The question was simple, and said without a smile or anything. She just said it, and looked at him. All serious, no joking here.
Xavier had suspected she was annoyed with him, for some reason, but then she laughed. A clear, beautiful laugh that reminded him only of Clara, and a small, side smile appeared on his face. Great plan, idiot. You kept her out of your head for about .2 seconds; a new record! "Alright, it's a deal." Xavier watched her carefully, wondering what question she would. He got his answer, though he was just more confused than he was before. Did she mean like a nickname? Or an entirely different name? "That depends," he said. "Why are they different?" If she was going to answer his question with a queston, he was going to do the same thing.((Ugh, gtg for a bit, sorry!!!!!))
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