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One of the things Isaac enjoyed the most about winter was the lack of people hanging around the courtyard. While he didn't mind people per say, it offered him the needed escape to write. It was the one place no one would interrupt him.
It was that time of year where the snow had transformed into ice. The courtyard ground was filled with patches of it.
His fingers ran across the keys, his blue eyes focused on the screen in front of him. Then his focus drew towards a moving shape at the corner of his eye. A girl. She wasn't paying him, or the ice much attention, her eyes locked on the mobile phone in her hands.
Then she stumbled, feet sliding across the ice and he rose, arm swinging out to catch the petite brunette by the waist. Blue eyes drew towards the ground as his laptop fell against it with a satisfying crunch. He blinked, lips pressed together. "Damn."
Winter was something that Finn had grown to love over her life. She enjoyed the prospect of each snowflake being different because she could relate to it on such a strong level. It was her whole lifestyle. Despite being true to her lifestyle and the choices of the bohemian, she was still a teenager and she found that her nose was still glued to her phone more than she'd like to admit. More often than not, she was drafting posts for her blog or online shopping for a new article of clothing to add to her collection.
With phones came a strong lack of attention and awareness of her surroundings. The boots she was wearing had very little traction and she squeaked when she started slipping across the ice. She was started to brace herself for the fall, but found that she was quickly caught in the arms of someone with eyes that matched the winter sky and skin that had a high contrast with his icy blonde hair.
The crash made her wince and her eyes locked on the laptop that must have fallen from his lap. Finn steadied herself and frowned, kneeling down to pick up the laptop, "I'm so sorry, I...oh shoot, I feel so bad. I'll pay for it to get fixed. I promise."
A small 'tsk' fell from the blonde's lips when he felt her warmth leave his arms and her attention pulled away by the now likely broken laptop.
He stood there for a moment, head tilting. Then she spoke. "You didn't force my actions, so why would I blame you for the consequences?" Still, he knelt beside her, a hand coming down to rest upon hers. Really, there was no need.
"It's just a laptop." He looked at her, hand moving from hers to the laptop, fingers curling around its edge. "Better this than you, no?"
His response made her smile and she felt relieved that he wasn't angry. She'd expected anger. Laptops were expensive and important, as a new blogger, she was dependent on electronic devices for her writing purposes. While she preferred the natural lead to paper, it wasn't quite practical anymore.
Finn was more surprised by the contact he made with her, just a small touch of the hand and she noted the way his aura vibrated a soft green. He was much calmer than she felt, but it was a nice way to ease her own nerves. She looked back up at him, "Are you sure? I really would hate for you to have lost something because I'm so clumsy."
And hadn't been paying attention. "I really appreciate your act, though. Saved me from quite a few nasty bruises," She offered with a small laugh.
He really couldn't help himself: he smiled. A soft curve to his lips. Almost amused. "Then that makes you a far better person than I." He didn't care. He could always get a new laptop.
He took a moment to study her. She looked younger, but not much so. There was a kindness to her that made her think she wasn't capable of hate.
"It's fine." He offered with a shrug. In truth, he hadn't had much time to think. It had been all reflexes. Nothing to thank him for. He'd take the gratitude nonetheless. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"I wouldn't say that's true," She answered with a wider smile. The way she looked at it, if he wasn't a good person or if he wasn't as good as she was, he'd have reacted far worse than shrugging off the damage that had been done. She was used to instantaneous anger from situations like these whether she caused them or not. He hardly seemed phased by it.
Finn did a once over of herself to make sure that she was good. She hadn't twisted an ankle or landed on her butt, so she'd say she was doing fine. When she came to the conclusion she looked back up at him and gave a firm nod, "Fine as wine."
Her eyes stayed on his face and she stuck her hand out, "I'm Finn."
It seemed like she confused being a good person with being entitled. Still, he wasn't about to argue. In the grand scheme of things, it didn't really matter. "Guess time will tell." He offered instead. Most people eventually learned that he wasn't as good a person as they'd hoped. Most of which he'd ended up sleeping with and not calling back, of course.
He watched her as she checked herself out, blue eyes following the lines of her form. He nodded then, a smile curling his lips. "Glad to hear it." His eyes returned to her then and his smile softened.
She reached her hand out and without hesitation, he took it. "Nice to meet you, Finn." Unusual name. "I'm Isaac." He gave her hand a firm shake before letting it go, fingers brushing against the palm of her hand as he pulled back. Slowly. He reached down for the computer, tucking the broken thing under his arm before straightening to his full 6'2". "Need some help getting back inside?" He asked, gesturing towards the remaining patches of ice leading towards the entrance. He had no further reason to remain outside, after all. He might as well make sure she got there safely.
While he seemed convinced that she would agree with him later on down the road, Finn couldn't see it. She wasn't an angry person, and she didn't hold grudges. The art of her lifestyle was learning to accept and release. Even if he did manage to do something she didn't agree with, it wasn't up for her to decide whether he was good or not. It was up to him. She generally thought everyone was good, or rather, she tried hard to see that side of everyone.
The way his hand slid out of hers when he released it made her smile, although, she hadn't really stopped. Isaac, she'd have to remember that. "Very nice to meet you as well, Isaac. Your name suits you," She stated simply.
Finn looked at the path and noted the patches that he seemed to be drawing attention to. Seeing as she had already displayed her level of clumsiness, she figured she might want to take him up on his offer. Her teeth sank into her lips and she nodded, "That might be a good idea. Obviously I'm not very good at walking on slick, flat surfaces." She laughed shyly and looked up at him.
He'd never understand how some people could suit a name, but he wasn't about to argue that, of course. It was nothing more than a name. It wasn't personal. Nor was it sentimental. It was a name the same way a book was just a book. "Thank you." He said simply. It felt appropriate, after all.
He followed her gaze and a small smile graced his lips. He turned his attention back to her as she looked up at him. "We can't all be good at everything." He offered with a shrug before offering the girl his arm. He tucked the broken laptop underneath his free one and looked at the doorway. Offering her his arm was no trouble. After all, few men would complain having a cute girl on their arm, regardless of the reason behind it.
He offered his arm out to her and she took it gratefully, her hand settling on his bicep. She could appreciate a good figure when she saw one, and he definitely had a good figure. Finn could feel heat rushing to her face and she turned her face away to look to the side so that he wouldn't notice. If Wesley saw her now, he'd likely throw a fit.
As they started walking she pursed her lips, considering what she should ask him. She always liked to know all that she could about someone, committing important things to memory so that she never forgot. She felt that it made people more at ease when they were talking to someone who was familiar with them and that's all Finn wanted to be was familiar. "Is your hair naturally that light year round? It's kind of astonishing, I couldn't bleach mine to make it that light," Nor had she ever tried because she accepted the dirty dishwater color that she had. But it looked good on him. Matching the lightness of his eyes.
Satisfied she'd taken his arm, the blonde turned his attention forward. Of course, he noticed the way she shyly looked away. He wondered then, that perhaps the girl wasn't too used to physical contact. At least not in this kind of way. What was the chances, that he'd only get the attention of the shy ones, lately? Ah, well. It hardly mattered.
He tilted his head towards her, a chuckle passing his lips. "Mmm." He mused. "No, it's actually more sandy." He'd kept it this way for years, though. "But let's keep that a secret between the two of us." He added, eyes slanting at her before he winked. It had actually been something he'd ended up doing out of boredom, but had ended up liking the results. Ironic, wasn't it? Moving up the stairs leading to the academy's doors, Isaac chuckled.
Finn's lips quirked up and she couldn't help but laugh. For a moment she took the time to try and imagine him with darker blonde hair. She could sort of picture it, but she thought that the lighter hair suited him pretty well. It was a nice contrast against his skin and with his eyes. There was just something about his coloring that she was fascinated by, it was so different from what she was used to seeing, especially in England.
"Deal. I like it, though. It's very fitting to you, I think." She smiled at him and looked down at her feet. Her eyes raised once they made it to the stairs and she kept a tight grip on him to make sure that she didn't fall. Her arm curled around his and she sighed in relief once she made it without any slipping or falling.
Finn released his arm and did a little dance, "I made it without falling!" She laughed and quickly went back to grabbing his arm.
A smile caressed his lips at the compliment; He was well aware, though a compliment was always appreciated. Especially when it was directed at him. "Thank you." He replied with ease. She was a peculiar thing, for sure. Not nearly as shy as he'd thought her to be at first. Or rather, her curiosity seemed to win over the shy part of her. It was a breath of fresh air; Too many people seemed to hold their virginity so tightly to their chest as if it was a valuable treasure.
His head tilted, only slightly disappointed she'd let go of his arm. A soft chuckle escaped him and the disappointment quickly fell away as she returned to his side, her arm warm against his. "Congratulations." He mused, but quickly continued. "I never doubted you. I just needed an excuse." He offered, nodding towards her arm around his.
Prudence followed his eyes to the way she wrapped around his arm. When she looked back up at him, she arched an eyebrow and held a smirk of her own, "Well, if that's what you wanted, all you had to do was ask." She preferred a straightforward approach, probably because that was the only way she knew how to do things. Tiptoeing didn't quite work in her family.
She gave his arm a squeeze before reaching out to open the door. Once she stepped inside, she felt better. The cold wasn't awful, she'd grown accustomed to it in England, but she preferred warmth. Finn shuttered a bit as her body adjusted to the temperature change. "Where are you headed now? Tech lab to see if they can do anything? Or class? Or...?" She trailed off as she looked down the hallway.
Finn knew that she probably should have gone back to her dorm to continue writing in her blog, but she was intrigued by the blonde beside her and she was looking for a little more.
He looked at her, a loopsided smile caressing his lips. "I'll keep that in mind for the next time." He promised, his smile growing into a smirk. It was a new thing, really; Most women seemed too keen on playing a game rather than getting the truth served on a silver platter in front of him. He'd never understood why, but he was adaptable.
A breath fell from his lips as the warmth of the hallway hit his face. While he didn't mind the cold, he much preferred the comfortable warmth inside, and usually summer, had to offer. He had never liked being restricted in terms of wearing too much clothing. As if to answer her question, he leaned to the side and tossed his computer into a nearby trash can. "Don't think there's much hope for this, I'm afraid." He shrugged; He saved everything on his cloud, so he didn't exactly lose any progress, which was what really mattered.
