Super casual, not anything unusual after nine on a college campus after night classes have just let out.īut Zelos remembers very well his own personal near-experiences. It was on his right Lloyd had looked earlier there’s a figure leaning against a tree on their phone. “-shhh, play along,” Zelos purrs, arm snug around Lloyd’s waist as he flicks a glance over the guy’s shoulder. Which is why when Colette says “our dorms,” Zelos immediately realizes two things: one, that Lloyd must not have the same scholarship he and Colette do because he isn’t bunking in Chosen Hall, and two, when Lloyd is asking if he can walk with them, it’s because he doesn’t feel safe heading back to his own dorms.Īnd all in the span of two seconds, Zelos knows what to do. She is earnest and sincere and would never stab him in the back one day probably because she didn’t know which way to hold the damn knife. The funny thing about being in a theater class with country bumpkin Colette Brunel is that the golden-headed tenderheart has the hardest time telling a convincing lie, so she’s actually very, very bad on stage-which is exactly why Zelos likes her. “C’mon! Yeah! Let’s, uh, let’s go to our dorms!” “Yes!” Colette says as soon as she pockets her phone. Beaming in the night, surrounded by a green text message box from one heart-emoji-surrounded Lloyd (seriously?) are the white words: jhey, I think i mite be being follow.ed. Zelos doesn’t get quite why until Colette waves for his attention and turns her phone screen to face him. She stares at Lloyd with almost comically ginormous eyes.

Well, uh, shall we head back?”Īnd then and all of a sudden, Colette’s head snaps up from her phone. Lloyd chuckles and is quick to release his hand and wrap it around one of his two ratty backpack straps. I guess she has mentioned a thing or two about the funny redhead from her theater class before.” Is that a smattering of pink dusting the guy’s cheeks? Geez, already? How are these two not dating yet if the mere mention of the other’s name makes them go all gooey-eyed and soft? “Yeah. “I see our sweet little Colette here has told you about me.” He makes a good show of flicking a long strand of red hair over his shoulder, sliding on a slow grin. Zelos takes the proffered hand because he, unlike some of the people in front of him, was not raised in a barn. “You must be Zelos,” Lloyd gives a breathless greeting and thrusts a hand out towards his chest. Zelos had expected someone more… something. To see the subject of those 4-wheeler wheelies and the self-proclaimed corn-husk king, who’s apparently a plain guy with spiky brown hair and a bright red university sweater, was almost a disappointment. (Zelos is of the opinion that there’s a yet in those words somewhere.) Her stories she spins as they sit knee-to-knee doing warm-ups on stage are always wild, extremely silly, and very funny. Colette talks about him a lot: the boisterous bundle of energy named Lloyd Irving who is apparently not her boyfriend. Zelos turns and takes a good look at his theater classmate’s childhood friend. The voice that rings out is too loud for not being that far away. Said he was on his way? He should be here in just a-” Zelos doesn’t know how she can see anything on that thing under the glaring light of the courtyard lamppost. Her thumbs fly across the screen of her cell. “You’re sure he said to wait here?”Īt Colette’s shrug, his frown deepens. Thanks Josie for the request, though i’m 95% certain this scenario wasn’t what you had in mind when you first requested “get through me” with these three, so…sorry (again) Requested by: modern-day!AU shenanigans because I got this idea in my head after a particularly great line in another, diff-fandom fanfic i was reading.

Prompt: “Go Through Me” + Zelos/Colette/Lloyd

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