Nobody was supposed to be laughing in Caerulus’ library. Asuna knew that. But the book she’d winkled out of the animated bookcases was so… so….
Covering her mouth with her hand, she rested her head on the study desk and tried not to snicker too loudly.
“Is it good?”
The library was a safe area, Asuna reminded herself, almost banging her head on the desk’s built-in shelf. Even for sneaky darkfire-casting too-quiet solos. “Make some noise when you walk!” Now she could feel the brush of Kirito’s shadows against the blizzard lightning and freezing wind that was her own magic. A feeling she’d been avoiding for days, not sure why. Or maybe she did know why. Because she was still sitting here, frozen, unable to turn around when she knew he’d already seen….
“Sometimes I forget how.” Kirito stepped closer, a black-coated shadow at the edge of her vision. “You’re a draconic?”
“So?” Wings clenched, almost banging into wood; Asuna shoved her chair back to turn, determined to take the offensive. “You’re a….”
Kirito raised curious brows. Obviously taking a good look at sky-blue hair, pointed ears, and the scales scattered like sapphire glitter on her cheeks.
“Human,” Asuna finished weakly, clawed fingers closing on the back of her chair. “I’m sorry, I thought – you were so quiet, and a lot of the clearers….”
“Half of Fuurinkazan’s turned,” Kirito agreed, black eyes shadowed. “So has Argo.” A smirk crossed his face. “You might want sunglasses the next time you meet her face to face.”
“Sunglasses?” Asuna said suspiciously. “What kind of youkai is she?”
A hint of amusement danced in dark eyes. “If you don’t know, I’m not going to spoil the surprise.”