Zangyl
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The sound of coffee-machines smashing and grinding the delicate coffeebeans, along with the ‘plinging’ of the checkout-area and the elegant introductions- and questions made and asked by the cashier, could be heard echoing throughout the beautiful coffeeshop Christian had decided to visit. Seated on one of the shop’s many elegant couches, he played with the straw between his thick lips. His lithe hand and perfectly clean fingernails held on to the - rather long -, icecoffee-filled glass as he slowly but steadily sipped it; enjoying the structure of crushed icecubes and perfectly branded coffee.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, he looked around. His eyes just went over the numerous heads of those visiting the shop without really seeing them, before concentrating on his icecoffee again. The feelings he had before; disappointment, sadness and anger had almost dissipated and seemed to have made place for loneliness; for none of the students had really tried to befriend him during his time as the Disciplinary Division Commander. Christian had found himself alone and afraid; these feelings so overwhelmingly strong he had retreated to the coffeeshop he had always wanted to visit, but hadn’t had the time to actually go to as Commander. Now, finally there, he had no idea what else he could do. The realization that he still had to try and find his new student dorms, was trying to crawl into his mind in order to cause him to get to work. Yet, after lots of struggles and internal conflict, he managed to put his lips back around the straw; sipping the icecoffee contently.
The late evening’s light shone through the large windows and lit his face up with a slightly warming, enhancing bloom; bringing forward his features just a little more.
After having sipped the majority of the icecoffee, he began to slurp the rest of the icecoffee; a rather un-royal, un-elegant thing to do as a prince and heir to a throne.
He only realized that he was, in fact, slurping after a couple of seconds; causing his eyes to widen tremendously, only to avert down towards the floor soon after; a twinkle in those blue star-like pools. His warm blood had rushed towards his cheeks; coloring them the colour of shame as he felt exactly that; shame.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, he looked around. His eyes just went over the numerous heads of those visiting the shop without really seeing them, before concentrating on his icecoffee again. The feelings he had before; disappointment, sadness and anger had almost dissipated and seemed to have made place for loneliness; for none of the students had really tried to befriend him during his time as the Disciplinary Division Commander. Christian had found himself alone and afraid; these feelings so overwhelmingly strong he had retreated to the coffeeshop he had always wanted to visit, but hadn’t had the time to actually go to as Commander. Now, finally there, he had no idea what else he could do. The realization that he still had to try and find his new student dorms, was trying to crawl into his mind in order to cause him to get to work. Yet, after lots of struggles and internal conflict, he managed to put his lips back around the straw; sipping the icecoffee contently.
The late evening’s light shone through the large windows and lit his face up with a slightly warming, enhancing bloom; bringing forward his features just a little more.
After having sipped the majority of the icecoffee, he began to slurp the rest of the icecoffee; a rather un-royal, un-elegant thing to do as a prince and heir to a throne.
He only realized that he was, in fact, slurping after a couple of seconds; causing his eyes to widen tremendously, only to avert down towards the floor soon after; a twinkle in those blue star-like pools. His warm blood had rushed towards his cheeks; coloring them the colour of shame as he felt exactly that; shame.