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Started February 22, 2020 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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She smiled, holding out her hand “Oh Sire’s a lovely name. Ive never heard of that before” she says happily. Her chest was already feeling a mix between light as a feather and maybe have gotten hit hard by a brick about five seconds ago. So she had no idea what she was feeling at the moment. As a lot of times…well she never did. Being as dense as she was had its upsides and its downsides. Never understanding any inappropriate jokes made by her friends (the two that she had) and not noticing the obvious chair in front of her to wear she would fall into it, over it and somehow underneath it. Ways nobody could ever understand, they would only laugh at her density. She could never tell if her heart was fluttering a certain way, but instead her thoughts of course were “Golly gee, hes so sweet. I need to write this into my story somehow.” At the cute interaction. Being a writer of mostly romance, you would think shes looking everywhere.
Well she is. Just everywhere in the absolute wrong places.

(Sorry its kind of short, my internets being super duper weird right now ;(

Sire eyed her hand, carefully holding out his own and shaking it. His hands were slightl shaky, but warm. They were rough but gentle, the leather from the gauntlet covering a bit of his palm and fingers. His heart was racing, but as he made contact with the girl’s hand, his breathing slowed.
See, Sire? he thought to himself. Nothing to be worried about. Just keep your breathing steady.
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before retracting his hand and shoving it, once again, into his pocket. He gave another small nod.
“Thank you,” he mumbled, not necessarily sure how to take the compliment. “A-and, Seo Hyeon is beautiful, too.”
He took a second to register what he had just said, but by the time he realized, there was nothing to do about it. So he just turned redder, if that was possible, and gritted his teeth.
Stupid, he thought. Great job, man.
Sire offered another one of his almost melancholic smiles, shifting his weight. He rocked back from his heels to the balls of his feet, wishing his power was invisibility rather than blades. What he wouldn’t give to just dissapear, but still be close by.
Honestly, he didn’t even know where his feelings lied.

Shaking his hand gleefully, she rocked back and forth as well with her hands clasped together behind her back like an animated character. "you can call me CC if that's too long or difficult to remember. Of you would like." she says awkwardly, glancing around to see if anyone was around. She was a bit worried about what her teacher would say this time, as she always ran late. This would have broken her so far 18 day streaks of being late if it weren't for the adorable awkward yet hot boy in front of her. Not that she was complaining at all. If anything, she was happy he did. She might have just gained a new friend!
No one here called her Seo Hyeon. She was down as CC for as long as she's been here. And she was fine with that.
"So, did you plan on going to class? Because I don't want to keep you waiting if you did" she says looking at the clovers and flowers around her. She kept telling herself that she'll pick them up, but she would probably get distracted and forget all about them. Which was easy to do if she had someone as sweet as Sire in front of her.

Sire repressed the urge to laugh, his expression staying the same.
“I wasn’t planning on going,” he said plainly, his eyes wandering the ground. The flowers still there. It brought his attention back to the one in his hair, but he didn’t take it out. He just silently kept a note of it, internally smiling. This girl was sweet. Innocent. Not to mention extremely pretty.
A small smile peeked through his otherwise stoic face.
“I was going to head to the library,” he said, although that hadn’t been his original plan. “I have no reason to go to class, so I figured I’d get a good book and sit out.”
Sire was telling the truth, and he knew it. He really didn’t need to go to class. Considering the academy specialized in classes that pertain to the unusual powers of students, Sire had no use. He had close to good control, and a solid power. Or so he thought.
The headmaster had been pushing him to attend at least one of the classes. It was called Limitless; a hardcore training class that would take students on trips every month. It pushed the kids to their full potential, and was meant for those who had learned how to somewhat harness their own powers. Those students such as Sire.
For example, Sire would be forced to generate as many blades as he could throughout his entire body, seeing what his limit was. Once he saw, he would continue to stretch out the numbers each day, an additional challenge being added on. Many thought it was harsh, but his dad believed it was necessary.
Sire would be leaving for the first time in three days. He didn’t necessarily care for it, so in the meantime, he decided to do everything against the will of the headmaster. And the only legal thing he could do to tick his dad off was to not go to class.

Well…. She was planning on going to class. was
"mind if I join you?!" she asked looking down the hall in the direction the library was. "I have some writing I needn't get done anyway" she says running her hand through her hair, making a small wave in it, covering on eye before she blew it away, strands falling over her ear and her shoulders before she tucked it gently behind her ear. One side was lined with diamond earrings, three on each looking as a constellation.

Sire shook himself from his thoughts as the girl brought his attention back. He looked to her, watching as she adjusted her hair.
“Sure,” he replied softly. He let off a slight nod again to the girl and began to walk, seeing if she would follow suit. He took one last look at the flowers dotting the floor, giving the smallest bit of a smile. He reached a hand up and gingerly caressed the flower at his ear, making sure to be gentle as to not wrest it from its position.
“What writing?” he asked as he began walking down the hallway, the open courtyard stretching out to their left. It was empty now, the majority of the school indoors. He glanced over at CC, then quickly looked away.
“For a class or recreation?” he continued inquisitively.
He couldn’t help it— he was curious. From what he knew, he had no clue what writing assignment he would have. Well, not that he ever did his homework. He just aced the tests instead, keeping up his grades perfectly.

Her face brightened even more when he gave her the okay to come with him. She usually never skipped, usually afraid of getting in trouble. If she wanted to she could be a real problem child. But with all of her rejection issues, she's turned the opposite way many people would have. You never know what people's gone through and while she was going through what she did, she could have used a friendly face and a smile. A friendlier reminder that there's hope. And she wanted to show that to anyone and everyone nomatter how hurt they were.

She followed him with a bubbly bounce to each step, leaving (leafing) the flowers behind (get it… Because leaves and plants. Aha I'm hilarious. Sorry XD)
"oh, it's not for any class" she laughed, her face blushed a bit. Nobody asked about her writing. "I write stories of my own. I don't have to do them as an assignment. But I still would like to get some more writing in. I've so tired at night's after school I can't squeeze it in anymore" she says with a sad sigh as they turned the corner but she quickly perked back up. "Oh I have so many stories I could think of right now" she says closing her eyes for a second just thinking about it.

(It’s ok, I appreciate it XD)

Sire nodded along to her explanation, the faint smile on his face faded slightly, but still a bit there.
“I’d love to read some sometime,” he replied soothingly, contrasting with the girl’s high-energy demeanor. He walked steadily with both arms clasped behind his back, whereas CC seemed the exact opposide, bouncing beside him.
Sire had to admit, it was a breath of fresh air. Being with someone, that is. Especially someone as friendly and happy as Seo Hyeon.
He looked over as CC closed her eyes, continuing her explaining. She seemed content and in her own world. What Sire wouldn’t give for an imagination like that. Unfortunately, his had been crushed and shoved in a safe a long time ago, locked with a combination even he didn’t know.
Sire’s talents lied at combat and tactics. Those as well as reading. He was oddly a big fan of literature, and was regularly reading.

When he mentioned reading her stories she turned beet red as she looked up at him, stopping at the library's two big wooden doors. "oh, you don't have to. I mean, I'm totally fine with showing you them, but I mean they're pretty long and there's a lot of them and some of them are also really cheesy cliche and I almost all of its sappy or fluffy romance that you probably wouldn't like. But I mean, you totally can I don't mind at all, but I'm just saying you probably wouldn't like them like… At all." she said it all so fast she couldn't really understand herself but it was manageable.
"oh golly gee, sorry. Nobody really wanting read my stories or writing or… Wait that's the same thing" she smiled nervously as she looked away with a laugh before open the door for him, trying to change the subject but doing a terrible job.

Sire dipped his head in gratitude as he passed by her, entering the library.
It was beautiful. To him, at least. Rows and rows of dusty novels and shelves beyond count stretching around the room. Ladders lead multiple stories up, as well as spiral staircases. Multicolored books dotted the shelves, and Sire could clearly pick out the ones he had already read. Which was vaguely this entire library.
He continued walking on, checking back now and then to see if CC was following. He made his way up one of the spiral cases, ending up on the second floor. It was quiet and peaceful, and he took a seat next to a vintage-looking window over a wooden table. He sat on the outer bench, facing outward toward the shelf behind it. He put a finger to his lips, tapping slowly as he looked for a book.
“I read all genres,” he answered. “I’m sure I’d enjoy your writing. Happen to have any books of yours with you?”
With the last question, he turned his head over to the girl, raising an eyebrow. He still had his forefinger on his bottom lip, tapping periodically.

Every time she stepped into this huge wonderland of books, different stories and world's right at her finger tips she was starstuck over and over again. Oh she wished she could read all of them, having all the time in the world with none to waste away doing something productive. Sitting down and reading one book after another then another and another.
Seo Hyeon stopped when he did, the light shining on his skin and hair perfectly, the color of the flower bringing out the brilliance of those gorgeous eyes. His finger tapping his soft lips, she froze. Lost in her own thoughts, letting her imagination run wild and probably to places it shouldn't have but she was a hopeless romantic teenage girl. She was THAT dense.
It was only when he turned to her she snapped out of her fantasy blushing a bit. "oh I have them all on my computer. Ive never published any of them before" she says shyly, readjusting the bags strap on her shoulder before setting it down next to a table right in front of the window, two chairs on either side of it. Fluffy and definitely comfortable she could set when she sank down into it. She turned to her bag, setting her computer out along with a notebook and a few pens. The notebook was filled with ideas and story prompts waiting to be written out. Character designs and small doodles of flowers all over the front office black book with a white gel pen. She would write about her little experiences not as something she experienced and maybe she's in love. Nope, now that was where she was pretty stupid. But smart in her own little way. She viewed things she experienced as stories and how she could use the feeling that she just had when she looked at Sire. Her heart rushing and her rising chest feeling light as she breathed in the sweet library's scent of the old books and a hint of Sires scent. Vanilla and strawberries n cream. That's what Seo Hyeon always smelled like. A few kinds of perfumes shipped to her from Korea for her 16th birthday a while back and she just got to them.
Opening her computer after straightening her skirt, trying her best to be a modest lady, she opened the computer to all of her writing. Filled with romance, drama, adventure, plenty of comedy and a little too much fluff if you'd ask anyone. But she never wrote anything to publish. She wrote to have fun. Definitely not planning on having people read it. But she set it on the table in case he wanted to sit down and read them. Two chairs on each side of the table gave him the choice to sit either beside her or across from her. The morning glow from the window made her hair look almost blonde in the golden light and her eyes a tiny tint of blue. It was hard to notice exotically since she was good at hiding it, but she was blind in one eye. Her blind eye follows he'd other eye naturally due to having sight in it for such a long time so it was no problem making it look like she wasn't. Due to the abuse in her home before her step dad left (aka died. Stabbed to death by her brother :3). In this light you could tell if you looked close enough.

(okay so like, I'm so frikin out if it right now (Im falling asleep) so I'm sorry if the writings bad. I can fix it in the morning if you would like. I don't mind.)

(No, your writing’s great, idk what you’re talking about. I can barely write like that when I’m in to it lol. Also I swear Seo Hyeon is just me but with sci-fi XD)

Sire’s eyes glanced back to the bookshelf as Seo Hyeon took her seat. He rested his elbows on his knees, one of the gauntleted hands holding up his head.
His eyes narrowed as he examined the shelves. He’d read too many of these… there were now only a few he hadn’t. He reached his other hand up, stretching out a finger to trace the spine of a few, reading the title.
Finally, he settled for a novel a light beige color, called “The Happiness Hypothesis,” by Jonathan Haidt. He set it on the table behind him, glancing back over at CC.
Slowly, he unstrapped his gauntlets. He hated to have them on. They pinched his skin, and although they repressed some of the pain, he still hated them. However, in the library, Sire was in his element. He was calm, collected, and almost content. There wasn’t a need for them anymore, so he took the metal bands and set them gently on the table. His forearms were visibly covered in various lengths and thicknesses of scars, but he quickly rolled back down his sleeves, hoping the girl hadn’t seen.
Slowly he rose, walking around to the other side of the table. He put a hand on the back of her chair and leaned forward, maybe a little closer to her than he should have been but he never thought in that sense.

Sire took a deep breath, enjoying the cozy scent of the library mixed with what could only be CC’s perfume perhaps. It warmed him, and he closed his eyes for just a moment as he inhaled.
Sire had always smelled like sunflowers and honey. He didn’t really know why. He never wore cologne, and if he did, he doubt he’d get one that girly. Nevertheless, somehow that’s how it was.
He propped his hand on the other chair, standing over the girl and looking to her computer. His eyes caught on her sketchbook, so he began to examine that. He kept his hands where they were, but his eyes wandered across her works. Sire kept the same expression, but for the first time in a while, he felt content.
“You’re a good artist,” he said quietly, his voice flowing easily through the silent building.

(Sorry that’s a bit shorter)

(no it's totally fine! )

Seo Hyeon tensed a tiny bit only from being surprised when he leaned closer to her. Her face turned red and her heart skipped a beat when she looked up at him as he looked at her work only. To get flustered even more. "oh-uh thank you" she says covering her face a bit with the long sleeves of her pink sweater. "do you write any? " she looked back up to him with a tilt of her head. As a puppy might do when seeing a treat. And he was definitely a treat.
"NO! DONT THINK LIKE THAT! " she scolded herself.
The scent of flowers calmed her mind a bit, which she realized was coming from him when he got closer to her. She wanted to cozy up in a big blanket and lean on him as if she were on a movie. She missed watching all of her Korean dramas, but she never had time for them any more. So to replace that, she just thought of them all the time. Oh her mind was always everywhere at once wasn't it?

"um" she muttered softly before patting the chair next to her "toucan read it if you want" she scooted the computer in front of the spot next to her so he would be able to.
There were stories of pure heartbreak and sadness to the paragraphs upon themselves that made you feel giddy just reading them. Every time she looked over them she longed for the sense of happiness and love she wrote on so much about. And it was accurate. She knew how people felt and how they reacted to one another. The connections made between them from strangers to friends to lovers. She would always be asked by her big brother "how come you know so much about love when you never experience it yourself? Is there something I don't know about?" he would raise a dark slitted eyebrow at his little sister before she tapped his nose with her pink gel pen. "coaches don't play Min-Hyuk" she would say turning back around to her computer with a smile.

Somewhere near the very bottom of the never ending void of writing, she wrote about her loss of her brother. But She was sure he wouldn't get that far, so she didn't mind

(Gah this— she’s so cute ( ^ω^ )

“I don’t write any,” he said softly.
Sire slipped into the chair beside her, propping his elbow on the desk and resting his head in his hands. He occasionally shifted to scroll down a slight bit, but for the most part he kept utterly still. His breathing was steady and soft, making no noise but causing his chest to rise and fall, keeping time like a clock or metronome. It was almost rhythmic.
A hand covered his mouth, him placing his chin on the palm and fingers curling over to rest across his lips. His eyes looked gentle and calm, as they always would when he was doing what he loved. Reading, that is.
He mainly placed his hand like that so Seo Hyeon couldn’t see his small smile.

Sire continued to read, watching as the time ticked by. After a little while, his eyes drifted over to the girl.
“You’re very talented,” he cooed, the sound mellow. “Why wouldn’t you publish it?”
Of course his features were relaxed, but in reality, he was having an entire internal conflict.
It’s not that he didn’t believe in love… he just hadn’t found it yet, and was convinced he didn’t really want it. But in this writing, CC had made it seem so… so joyful. It made him crave it deep down. It made him think it was possible.

Had he ever been in a relationship? Well, growing up at this school… never being allowed to leave… it was hard to meet people. Especially with his stand-offish personality. He was good with his books. He was good with his reading. That’s what he’d always convinced himself. So he grew oblivious to any attempts at friendship, inadvertently pushing everyone away. He’d never had a love interest. Nor even a best friend. Was he sad about that? Certainly not— he was good with his books. He was good with his reading.

(ah, thank you! Fun fact! : she was my first ever character I EVER made! Technically she's about 3-4 years old XD)

She leaned back in her own chair, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her small arms around her legs as she rested her cheek on her knee, squishing it in a semi cute way. Her soft hair fell over her shoulder and her back as she watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, getting a bit sleepy. It was soothing… Sitting here with a new friend that made her heart flutter. That's what friends do to eachother right? She didn't feel that way with any of her other friends. He was different (said every girl everrr)

Once he turned to her and spoke she postured up, placing her feet down to the floor and straightening her skirt (BEXAUSE MODESTY IS HER POLICY)
She smiled a little bit, averting her eyes. "thank you… But they don't really have much of a story to them. No plot or anything. Just… Different scenarios. Different lovers and friends. So I don't know how to really put that in a book" she started braiding a small piece of hair over her shoulder, placing little blue flowers in between each braid.

(sorry it's a bit shorter than usual)

(Ok, now that’s pretty rad! Fun fact for Sire: he makes his first appearance in a psychological horror book of mine, and he’s not as emo if you can believe it)

Sire kept his clueless expression as he noted the beautiful contrast between her hair, skin, and the bright blue flowers.
“I could help you come up with a storyline, maybe,” he said, even taking himself by surprise. He didn’t know how to make up something like that. His imagination was still in that same safe, and the combination for the lock evaded his memory. It was gone. So why had he offered?

His eyes danced around the girl, tracing her features. The sun from the window behind her outlined her figure perfectly. He would have thought her of an angel, with the snowy white complexion and beauty. Sire was almost the complete opposite. Even with the sun shining directly on him, his eyes were dimmer than they should have been, and his dark hair brought out the dark circles. His tan skin glimmered, but the scars near his eyes were clearly visible.

Still, looking at the girl made his eyes light just a slight bit more. His heart certainly started to beat faster, and the sudden change was met with deeper breathing. The metronome slowed it’s rocking, his breathing returning to normal as he adverted his eyes, his face growing slightly red.
If his imagination was still locked in that stupid safe… maybe… maybe externally he could find the key. Maybe the key was a person.
Maybe the key was Seo Hyeon.

(I appreciate hownyou actually use her name. Everyone calls her CC since its easier to write. Kudos to you dude!)

Her smile grew along with her eyes when he offered. Though she thought he said that he doesn't write? She wasn't going to bother with that. Maybe he very well could but he just chooses not to.
No matter what the case was, she was glad he offered. "oh, that would be great" she says happily, tucking one last flower in her hair before the thin braid was blended with the rest of her hair, fiddling with the ends.
"we would have to divide the certain different stories into sections. Like… This one" she leaned over to the computer, her hand touching his for a second as she scrolled, pointing to a few paragraphs. "for example this one about the bird would go well with…. " she scrolled a little bit again. "this one with the angel. (IDK why, bit o can't get Donkey Kong and Mario out of my head so instead of angel, I about said the word Mario. Instead I'm losing it)

She shrugged, leaning back once again, her arm brushing against his "those were just examples. But we could piece then together like a puzzle so there aren't so many others to work with. If that makes since" she bit the inside of her lip

(sorry it's short, Im supposed to be doing school work right now lol)

(Honestly same here but my excuse is “I’m making breakfast.” Also, no, Mario is always there don’t push it away, embrace him XD)

Sire’s heart leapt when she touched his hand. She was oddly cold for being a… person, he guessed. He could feel an extremely small blade poke from his other hand, and he quickly shoved it under the desk, making sure she hadn’t noticed.

As a matter of fact, the other contact of their arms caused the same blade to poke through again, giving him a small sort of paper cut. He gave a little wince, but kept himself steady as to not alert her. He silently wished he had kept his gauntlets on. The thought made him internally cuss himself out, that he couldn’t control this part of his power.

“Piecing together would work,” he mumbled with a nod, locking his eyes onto her computer as to keep his heart from beating overdrive. He reached across the table, grabbing the book he had just picked from the shelf. He set it in his lap and fiddled with the frayed binding, to keep his attention on something else. He had read this book many times, but something about it he liked, so why not read it again.
He kept his eyes off of the girl’s angelic manor, scrolling through her stories. He had to admit, she really was a great writer. It made him envious, not being able to put his ideas to words. Many of his thoughts were plans. Plans, tactics, and strategies. Most of which related to fighting and combat.
Thinking of which, his eyes looked up to the grand clock in the middle of the library. It was almost time for his combats class. The one he actually enjoyed.

(oh, should their combat class be together?)

Being the stupid dense girl she was, she didn't notice the small blade.
"so" she tried to start a conversation without being awkward. "you said you didn't write much. But you're helping me…. Did you used to write?" she asked, leaning forward on the arm rest, a bit closer to him than anticipated. She was smart and could put two and two together, when she wanted to be.

(Sure. I was thinking Sire could spar someone today, or something like that. I just wanna write some stuff to further figure out his powers lol)

Sire glanced over, his heart beating just a tad bit faster as she leaned in. He quickly stuck his vision back on the computer. His hand he had been using to scroll moved to the back of his neck as he gave a small scoff.
“Something like that,” he answered. “Mainly I just read. It can’t be too different…”
He paused raising an eyebrow and letting his eyes rest on her.
“I-I mean, it’s just taking information from within and putting it on a page, r-right?” he asked. His eyes gave a little innocent flair as he questioned. “With three parts,” he continued, holding up three fingers. “Creation. Development. Execution.”

Clearly, he had never written. The entire lecture he had given was like a skeleton trying to explain what living was like. It was just unusual. Like a business teacher trying to teach an art class.

He eyes turned to a sad emotion before she let out a small giggle "you're silly" she says turning back to the computer, looking at his hand on the touch pad he's been using to scroll down then back at him.
"it's kind of sad. But it's fine. I can help" she smiled.
"see…. It's like a dream. A dream that keeps on reappearing every night in your mind, telling a whole entire story." she paused, looking down at her small hands before looking back update him. "oh, you know those times when you wake up from a really good dream and you want to go back to sleep to finish it? Well it's like that. But the dream continues and you have to write it all down in detail and you feel how you felt in the dream. The pure emotion whether it be pain and heartbreak or love and happiness. All of the above. I don't know… I find a way to mix it all together and put it into my own words. Descriptive words. Oh golly, I'm really bad at explaining things" she says with a laugh. "sorry about that." she glanced up at the clock. It was almost time for her next class. Oh she hated it. Combat was never her strong suit and she always hated it.

(That explains writing p e r f e c t l y)

Sire wrinkled his nose in confusion at being called “silly.” That wasn’t a word people normally used to describe him. It was usually “tactician” or by the more popular people, “distant emo nerd.”
Sire wouldn’t consider himself emo or angsty, moreso just quiet and tactical, almost strategic. But, maybe he was. He didn’t know, nor care very much.
“Poetic,” he replied. “No wonder you’re a writer.”
And you’re amazing, he thought to himself. I could never do something like this.
He calmly gave a nod, beginning to push himself from his chair. What she had said about dreams got him thinking. He never necessarily had good dreams. Mostly those of which he couldn’t even remember. Only one stood out to him, and it was simple. Just a ticking clock.
Remembering, his eyes darted to the grand clock. He should head out by now.
His eyes wandered back to Seo Hyeon.
“What class do you have next?” he asked, mellow. He cocked his head slightly, his hair falling a bit into his eyes.

"poetic?" she repeated the small words under her breath as she thought about it. She never saw herself as poetic. Just a writer with too many ideas and too little time on her hands to actually put them into actual stories and good writing so she just wrote to her heart's content, not planning on anyone ever reading it or enjoying it. She didn't plan on writing a book, her name being read out loud by a random person picking it up and sharing it with their friends. She didn't plan on being remembered or even having an impact like that on anyone. She wasn't a novelist, let alone a poet. She imagined a poet being graceful and gorgeous, enchanting with every way about them.
That was the complete opposite of the clumsy girl in the library blushing and fumbling at every word a cute guy in front of her spoke.
She snapped out of her thought when he spoke again, "oh… Combat class" she says dimly, fiddling her thumbs together. It was obvious she didn't like it.
"you? " she looked up at him with a smile, still a bit distracted.
Poetic Huh? Her? Never

Sire noticed her twiddling thumbs, his head still hung a bit low. He shifted his weight, propping himself on an arm latched to the back of a chair.
“Same here,” he said casually, brushing the hair from his eyes with his free hand, three fingers latched to the book pressed against his palm, while the other two directed the strands from his face. He gave a slight sigh, tired but in a little better of spirits.
“Do you have Mr. Mura?” he asked, in more of a statement. His voice didn’t fluctuate with the question, staying monotone yet still hinting the slightest bit of wonder. “Maybe that’s where I’ve seen you before.”
Though I think I may have remembered you, he thought. But I also don’t normally go to class.
For some reason, today he was feeling good. So sure, he’d go to combat. And, his teacher had told him there’s spars today, so he was in good spirits. Fighting was his forte. Fighting was what he knew.

Sire took his gauntlets in the hand that hold the book, just holding onto the wires with a single finger. His eyes locked on Seo Hyeon, and he held out his other hand politely, offering to held her from her chair.

She quickly scurried like a little squirrel to gather her things once Sire stood. Almost dropping her pen, she looked up to him, not expecting his hand to be offered to her. But she happily took it with a small smile that she didn't even try to hide.
Feeling his warm hand holding hers for the few seconds she took to stand, she wanted to hold it. Her hand held onto his for a few more seconds, "testing the waters" as she would say.

(sorry it's short)