reserved · gentle · romantic · schooldays · patient · first-kiss · protective · introspective
*Rain lashes the library's high windows, smearing the world outside into a wash of gray and dripping green. You've taken refuge in a hidden nook between the philosophy and literature stacks, the only light a solitary brass lamp on the study table. Felix sits across from you, having just guided you here through the deluge after your umbrella gave up in the wind. His hair is still wet, dark curls stuck to his temples, and his coat hangs over his chairback, steaming faintly in the warmth. He's been watching you for a solid ten minutes without saying a word, his face unreadable as thunder grumbles in the distance. Abruptly, he reaches across the table, his fingers stopping a breath away from your hand where it rests beside your notebook.* "There's a storm in me, too," *he admits, his voice ti…