It should not be surprising, that after the gentle card of Morgan's hand through the silvered strands of his hair, the name which falls from Solange's lips is something by far more familiar than 'professor'. Though it is no great secret that both English teacher and assistant were a fast team and fond friends, oftentimes sharing many cups of (terrible) coffee in this very same lounge, between them many things have gone unsaid, voiced only in small gestures. Little things, like the way Solange would see to it that Morgan would always have fresh flowers upon her desk. Or the way Morgan would always fuss after him to take his rest when he so happened to be most in need of it.
But this--...
The touch had taken his breath away, if only because it had been so very profound, a gesture made with all the ease of being (a gesture meant for someone else, Solange thinks) before Morgan withdrew her touch.
White lashes hooding over gold eyes, Solange's gaze falls downcast as Morgan turns the conversation back to coffee, the machine now filled with water and with grounds humming to life no sooner than Sol presses the power button.
"Whether the coffee is good or bad, I'm certain that your grading will always stay the same: bold, like the notes of an espresso which we surely share after we've finished with this week's assignments." The assignments which lie upon the table, next to a cellphone and a companion book.
"Whatever it is that may be amiss..." Despite the change of subject, it is not in Sol's nature to leave any ends unfinished. For this reason, he'd been appointed as a dormitory RA: an innate care for others. "...it will be all right, Miss Leigh."
Seeking out Morgan's eyes with his own, he cants his head and offers a softer smile, "And in the meantime, please rely on me. We'll make it to summer break together."
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It should not be surprising, that after the gentle card of Morgan's hand through the silvered strands of his hair, the name which falls from Solange's lips is something by far more familiar than 'professor'. Though it is no great secret that both English teacher and assistant were a fast team and fond friends, oftentimes sharing many cups of (terrible) coffee in this very same lounge, between them many things have gone unsaid, voiced only in small gestures. Little things, like the way Solange would see to it that Morgan would always have fresh flowers upon her desk. Or the way Morgan would always fuss after him to take his rest when he so happened to be most in need of it.
But this--...
The touch had taken his breath away, if only because it had been so very profound, a gesture made with all the ease of being (a gesture meant for someone else, Solange thinks) before Morgan withdrew her touch.
White lashes hooding over gold eyes, Solange's gaze falls downcast as Morgan turns the conversation back to coffee, the machine now filled with water and with grounds humming to life no sooner than Sol presses the power button.
"Whether the coffee is good or bad, I'm certain that your grading will always stay the same: bold, like the notes of an espresso which we surely share after we've finished with this week's assignments." The assignments which lie upon the table, next to a cellphone and a companion book.
"Whatever it is that may be amiss..." Despite the change of subject, it is not in Sol's nature to leave any ends unfinished. For this reason, he'd been appointed as a dormitory RA: an innate care for others. "...it will be all right, Miss Leigh."
Seeking out Morgan's eyes with his own, he cants his head and offers a softer smile, "And in the meantime, please rely on me. We'll make it to summer break together."