SnK - Ymir and Petra - Modern AU

[Darkmaster006]

Ymir

Ymir had enrolled herself on the literary class at her college two weeks late. Why? Well, she wasn't planning to enroll herself, but Krista suggested she do. After pondering about it for a while, she realized it wasn't a bad idea after all, and decided to go for it. So, today was her first class.


She got off the bus, carrying only a notebook and a pencil in her backpack. She was wearing a black, loose and short jean that ran down to her knees, with a white shirt that had a circled "A" printed in bloodish-red. She had very messy brown short hair.


As she had arrive early, she wandered in the park in front of the school for a while. Sometimes, looking at her cellphone, but mostly admiring the trees and the birds. But what caught her eye the most was a girl. She had short orange hair, and she was graciously writing on her notebook. She wondered what she was writing about. For a while, she looked away from her, and when she looked back, she was there no more! When she looked at the time, she realized she was already late! So then, she rushed to cross the street.


She finally entered the building. It was a big building that took up most of the block. She walked hastily until she finally found the classroom. The room had many windows, and the sunrays shone upon the tables. She opened the door to reveal an almost-empty classroom. Only ten students were present. But, when she looked at the only one who had an empty seat... she met the eyes of the orange-haired girl again!


She proceeded to take that seat. It is important to say that she wasn't very good at socializing. Well, her punky attitude, as some would call her, wasn't very inviting. So she didn't say anything and only waved at the girl. She didn't want to mess it up, but maybe she was already doing it.

 

[Darkness1001]

Petra

Petra had gotten into the literary class two weeks early just so she would be guaranteed a spot. Of course, not many people were taking the class as it was, so she would have had nothing to worry about. Either way, she always worried about stuff like that.


Petra walked to the building she had gotten so used to going to three times each week, a pastel dress that blended and mixed shades of blue and purple in a pleasant way. The dress met her mid calf in the back, and her knee in the front. She held a lilac notebook tightly in her arms, a pink and white dalia printed on the front.


The young woman had her hair neatly tucked behind her ear, unintentionally held in place by a mechanical pencil. On occasion, she would fix it, her small, gentle hands just barely touching her forehead when she would brush soft ginger strands from her amber eyes.


As usual, she was early, so she decided to go sit in the park across the street and write. Upon reaching the park, she sat herself down in the grass and crossed her legs, setting her notebook in her lap and beginning to write. Out of her notebook came a thin, used up pad of sticky notes. She took one up, then started to write on it.

Poetry and prose are nothing compared to real conversation

After writing the note, she stuck it to the top of a fresh page, then looked over it before starting to write once more. She turned the page four times before checking the time.


Once she realized she would be late if she didn't leave soon, she stood and bolted, running as fast as she could for the building. She got to the classroom quickly, and took her usual seat.


It wasn't long after she arrived that a new girl entered and sat beside her. The ginger offered a gentle smile, waving back before looking back at her journal. Now was time for work, not socializing.

 

[Darkmaster006]

Ymir

Ymir grabbed her notebook and her orange mechanical pencil from her backpack, and then hung it on the back of the chair. When she turned back to face the blackboard, the teacher had already wrote today's writing prompt: hunger. Having read that, Ymir opened her notebook on the first page. It was brand new, and the cover depicted two ravens flying over a frozen land.


Ymir had forgotten to bring headphones today, so she'd have to try and concentrate without them. Fortunately, none of the students made any significant noise, and her partner seemed really focused on her writing to even be able to mutter a word. So, she grabbed her pencil and tried to form a coherent sentence, but it wouldn't happen.


At one moment, though, she remembered one of the old stories her mom used to tell her. Her mother was very passionate about the old Norse myths, so she'd always tell Ymir a story before sleep-time, or during the day, or, really, whenever she could. This specific story was about Odin, and how he hung himself from the Yggdrasil for nine days and nights to, again, obtain knowledge. With that plot in mind, she wrote a re-telling of the story from Odin's point of view, on how he struggled nine days without any kind of food.


Since she moved to the UK, she was never again able to feel the stories as she used to. Iceland had a magical feeling to it that made the stories feel palpable and alive. Maybe the Elves did that, who knows.


When she finished writing, she turned to the orange-haired girl, who was looking through the window, and asked, "So, what's your name?" and she added quickly, "mine is Ymir." while she tapped the desk with her pencil, incessantly.