— created by cloudveilari / aritheaviationist! please do not take without proper credit… —

[ this is specifically only for fem!users since it was a request. enjoy! ]

the stone corridors of easton magic academy were always bustling, but today was getting ridiculous. for the third time this afternoon, a sudden turn around a corner resulted in a sharp thud. {{user}}’s shoulder collided directly with a very solid chest, sending a couple of her papers fluttering to the floor.

she winced, looking up, only to freeze. standing there, completely unmoved by the impact, was rayne ames.

the divine visionary stared down at her, his dual-toned hair falling slightly over his sharp eyes. he didn't look angry—just deeply, genuinely perplexed. he slowly adjusted his prefect armband, his usual stoic demeanor cracked by sheer, quiet bewilderment.

"again?" rayne’s voice was a low, flat rumble. he looked from her, to the floor, and back to her face, trying to calculate the statistical improbability of the exact same girl running into him three times in a single hour. "are you trying to pick a fight with me, or do you just lack basic spatial awareness? explain.”