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new book, who dis? ft ari x isaac

warnings: none word count: 663

Ari squirmed in her seat, her fingers dancing rapidly over the keys before her. She could feel him moving, his silhouette in her peripherals though she kept her eyes on the screen. “Isaac?” He paused on the other side of her, head tilting as she cursed under her breath in something other than english. She didn’t feel his eyes on her though and she sighed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just– you read now?”

“What?” she blinked, brow furrowing despite the soft chuckle that escaped her, “I read. Maybe my choices are a little unorthodox but…” Ari trailed, waiting for the volley. The little back and forth where he or anyone really would chide her for being a dork. But instead she was met with silence, the sound of her game bleeding into the sound of flipping pages.

“Yeah. I’d say The Crying of Lot 49 is unorthodox for you,”

Ari felt her cheeks warm, pink no doubt staining them as she broke concentration, her character dying almost instantaneously. “Y-yeah. I found it at that little second hand shop. The one near the community center. I had some time after the halloween festival so I went, you know, browsing,” 

Again there was silence but this time she was watching him, thumbing through till he hit a spot and her heart seized. “Which one is she?” he asked, voice so casual you’d think they were discussing the weather. Ari’s back straightened, chest tight, scoffing as she turned back to the screen.

She reset, fingers back at it, despite him standing there. Waiting. She hated when he was like this. Like he was just…judging her. And for what? Reading? What did it matter why she’d sought it out? And that question. She knew what he meant. What was he expecting? A number? A name? Still. He was quiet, playing the game they knew she always lost. God, she hated losing.

“She’s– not any of them. She’s not part of that,”

“Then why highlight quotes in a book you’d never read?”

“Quote. A quote–” She waited for him to tell her nuisances didn’t matter. He didn’t have to. Her jaw flexed, swiveling in her chair again. She chewed her lip, wondering what exactly he wanted out of this conversation. It did tell her a few things though. Dickie hadn’t blabbed and that Isaac was genuinely curious. Any other time he’d be making some snarky joke and then they’d laugh. He’d move on and they’d pretend like whatever it was hadn’t happened. “She mentioned she was reading it. For class. The quote was interesting and I– I um, wanted to understand it better,” Ari shrugged, releasing the tension from his gaze with it. It was sincere. She had just…she wanted to know more about it, even if it was just some book she didn’t know if she loved. It wasn’t as if she ever gave her much to go on. Not about those sorts of things. Passing by that shop, seeing books in the window. It just– made her think of her. What harm was there in that? 

He watched her for a moment longer, like he had some weird little privacy window into her brain and Ari wrinkled her nose, about to break the silence again, when he hummed and shrugged. “Ok,” That was it. He sat the book back in its spot on her desk, a sigh passing his lips before lamenting about his latest snag in psych class and how his partner was some sort of neanderthal. There’d be more eventually, Ari could tell. It lingered in the air like smoke, thinning, but still there. Yeah, she recognized it for what it was and she was grateful. Cause yeah, this way she could figure out how to say things without just…word vomiting it all. Till then though, she humored him, offering up a sympathetic ear as she booted up her game once more. And things were as they always were when she focused on someone else.

Easier.

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Name: isidora "izzy" garcia Gender: cis-female Pronouns: she / her Age: twenty Birthdate: nov 8th ( scorpio sun) Sexual Orientation: pansexual Romantic Orientation: panromantic Major: architectual studies Positive Traits: affectionate, candid, confident Negative Traits: 

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Cypress Falls World Truths: (Iron Valley Solo RPG)

You’re moving to a place known as Cypress Falls, where is it?

Cypress Falls is a small town hours from the city. Although people have electricity and television, most prefer to spend their time out in nature and in the company of others. Half the roads are unpaved, but the people are hard workers. Once a bustling town, a center for commerce, the town has fallen into disrepair in the last generation. 

Starting Promise: Learn the town’s past (6)

What kinds of people live in Iron Valley?

Humans. For better or worse everyone living in Cypress Falls happens to be human. That not to say humans are not interesting creatures! They come in all shapes, colors, sizes, and personalities. They tend to cause more trouble than they know what to do with, but at the end of the day mean well. 

When creating townies, they might all be human.

Is there magic in the world of Cypress Falls?

There is magic, but only deep in the wilderness. Magic repels civilization, and vice versa. One cannot be further away from magic than right in the middle of the town’s square. In order to find magic one has to wander deep into the woods, where strange and wonderful things can happen without warning.