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The door knocks, and she gets alerted for the second time that day.
"Come in."
She's long expected him to arrive. The only real surprise was his hesitancy when approaching this door. The door creaks open, and out reveals the immortal and immoral scholar.
"What could you possibly need at this time and hour?"
"No hello's, woman?" He snarks in remark, "Whatever. How acquainted are you with the Valentine's day tradition?"
Ignoring the rude beginning to the question, she flinches at the surprising question. She.. had a hand in it's creation, as the bearer of the core-flame of romance, so it was a just.
"Why ask?"
"Of course. You and your questions." Acting like that wasn't the most surprising question to come out of his mouth. "The grove is about to have an event themed around valentine's day. And I don't wish to sit out the event, which means I have to turn up with a partner."
She chuckles briefly. "So, I'm the woman who is worthy to be the partner of the most handsome Anaxagoras?" A remark so sarcastic it almost sounded genuine.
"No one is worthy to be with me, woman." A loud shut down. "I just don't know anyone within my age group besides you, plus, I know you enough to warrant this invitation."
"Alright. No problems. And what will you say if they ask about me in the future?"
"Personal disagreement added on top of severe miscommunication."
She claps her hand, almost celebratory. "Okay, great. Let me know when it's time." Her mind flashes, "Wait.. before you leave, how do you properly ask someone to be your partner on Valentine's? I want it, now. Or else, you'll have to tell everyone that you couldn't turn up."
You could hear him quietly mutter, 'Oh, fuck off.'
The longest sigh she's ever heard, "Aglaea, will you be my valentine?"
Also, the most annoying giggle. "Of course, my love."
The grove was just as lively as the last time she came by. She couldn't recognize a single soul anymore, with her junior heirs also known as students are most probably very single.
She spotted Anaxagoras drinking some sort of wine, before going to take a seat next to him.
"The only thing I've appreciated about you is your punctuality."
She forms a hollow smile, before responding sarcastically.
"Thank you."
After a while of sitting in tense silence, he speaks up first.
"So, my precious valentine Aglaea." He brings out a bundle of flowers, giving it to her quite roughly. "Here's what I got you."
Well, at first glance, they were quite pretty. An expressive shade of green wrapped neatly in what seemed to be a homemade bouquet. After a while of silent admiration, she finally realized the game he was playing.
They were green Zinnia's, very gorgeous indeed, they were also pretty harmful to Aglaea. Yes, she was allergic to Zinnia flowers. She brought this up thousand of years ago and to this day, he remembers that.
That.. stupid..
"Thank you," she says sarcastically as the sensation of itching pop up everywhere on her body. She puts it on the table, "They are very pretty. A shame that they are gone already."
In an eye's shutter, she takes it with her golden threads and tosses it like a cannon off the cliff, and into the ravine, never to be seen again.
He doesn't seem to care, seemingly already amused.
At last, a distant man recognizes Anaxagoras. His eyes glow up in a hollow fashion before giving the man a handshake and a short talk.
"Who's that over there?"
"Ah, that's my partner, Aglaea. She's.. we have a special relationship. Her making it to this event is very hard to come by."
She butts in, "Indeed, my dear Anaxa. I missed you so much that I just had to make it up here."
Anaxa?
He internally squints while trying to keep his cool. Great.. that name is going to spread around campus again after all the effort he took to erase it.
"Hah, Anaxa." The man laughs, "Cute little nickname!"
You have got to be-
And that's when Anaxagoras learned, that immature pettiness will always be replied with immature pettiness.