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Despite all your complaints, you adjusted to the role of Librarian’s assistant fairly easy. Your aversion to fighting in general didn’t get in the way, as rather than have you on the battlefield, Angela had let you command the other librarians in battle. You were glad for that.
Anyways, a new floor had opened, you were intrigued, as you have gotten along with most of the other librarians; Malkuth and Hod were sweet, Yesod was strict but well meaning, and Netzach.... was something, not bad of course. The girl from the floor of Natural Sciences wasn't your biggest fan, but you also hadn't talked to her much yet. But now, you were curious as to who the next patron would be personality wise.
You got a good answer the moment you stepped foot into the Floor of Language; the smell of smoke permeated the area. Intense enough to make you cough a bit when you first entered. The room was lit by the red light of the window to what you assumed would be her battle 'stage'. You found the librarian sitting on her couch, she had turned to look at you while you viewed the room. She had burning red hair. She held a cigarette in her hand.
"This is your floor, miss..." You trail off, waiting for her to give you her name.
"Gebura." She answers plainly, straight to the point.
You nod, "It's nice to meet you miss Gebura, I'm Angela's assistant. Did you have a nice sleep?"
"I wouldn't have counted that as sleep, since I had to watch you fumble about."
"Ah... So I don't have to catch you up on everything, thats good.."
She glances over at you, looking you up and down, "you're not a fixer, I assume anyways.." You shake your head,
"Nope, I'm not. So if we ever get into a fight together, I trust you to keep me safe!"
She goes to say something, presumably rude from the way her nose was scrunched slightly, but she sighs instead, face smoothing out into a calm expression once more. "Alright."
The silence gets a little awkward after that, so you change the subject. "So... I assume you were a fixer in the past?" When Gebura nods you speak up again, "What rank?"
"Color. I was the Red Mist."
"Woah.. Thats a cool name!!"
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You had to leave after that, forcefully, as Angela had summoned you into the main room. It wouldn't be until however long later that you saw her again, bringing books to her floor. "So what's being a fixer like?"
Gebura just glances at you, "Not something you'd like."
"Yeah I'm not a big fan of fighting all that much.. I'll leave that for you and the other librarians!"
Gebura takes a drag of her cigarette, "Of course." She steps forward to take the books from your arms. "Don't worry, I'll leave this for my assistants to deal with."
"Thank you."
You let her take the books, standing in place awkwardly. After a few moments, you decide to speak up again, "So..." You glance over at her, having not realized you looked away in the first place. She had sat back down on her couch, she pats next to her on the couch. "Thanks..." You mutter, sitting across from her.
"Want one?" She offers a cigarette to you. You shake your head in refusal.
"No thanks."
You both just sit there for a moment, silent, but together. Eventually Gebura speaks up, "So, tell me about yourself."
"Ah.. well there's nothing special about me. I was rather average before I woke up here..."
Gebura leans forward, "There has to be something interesting about you."
"Nope" You mutter, leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. "I'm completely average in every aspect."
Gebura hums, out of the corner of your eye you could see her staring at you. "Is there something on my face?" You mutter, glancing over at her. She doesn't reply, leaning forward to cup your cheek.
"You're pretty. Thats one thing you have."
You blush. "Thanks. I think you're pretty too." lifting your hand to place your hand over hers. "Your hair reminds me of fire.."
Gebura leans forwards, "Plus you're brave. helping the other Librarians despite not knowing how to fight."
You lean forwards as well, your nose now touched. Without saying anything, she presses her lips to yours.
Epilogue:
You step out onto the deck of the disgraced Library, Gebura stepping out behind you, arm wrapped around your arms. You turn to look at your wife, who you had married after being sent to the outskirts, the wedding was officiated by Hokma btw.
You point out past the railing, "Look."
"What am I looking at?"
"Look at all the Red Mist."
Angela shoves you over the railing. Gebura conveniently not paying attention.