Air exited Meta's lungs. A long and strenuous amount of information flooded his brain, he exhibited such concentration and unawareness of his surroundings. Meta had dug deep into his book and made a trench away from the shroud of boredom that currently hung over his life. However, something disrupted this awry pocket of life Meta had encased himself in. His eyes lazily trailed away from the book, to the doors entering the library. However, his senses were not so limited. The force extended to the outer canopy's of the temple. Usually, he wouldn't be able to sense anything so far off. But, the force signature of this singular individual beckoned forth a unnameable interest and fascination. However, within a few more moments of further study. A sudden and ecstatic realisation came to mind. FELICA. The presence was warm and infectious, causing a smile to make its mark on Meta's face. Closing the book, he left what felt like a dormant state and relinquished his interest in the book. He removed himself from the seat he had been sitting on for uncountable hours, stretching his long toned legs, he rolled his upper muscles and began to make his way to the door's of the library.
Meta had become more attuned to going around without his mask. It had become something of battle, war and death. Not that this wasn't its originally predestined course. However Meta had to relinquish ties to the sith, therefore he would have to wear the mask less and less. Making his presence known, he yawned deeply as he made his way out of the library, the tall open frames of the temple's doors where the more significant thing to come into view, making them the only thing worth mentioning. She wasn't currently in the temple, perhaps on her way? Meta questioned himself, had he been correct? Of course he had, nothing felt quite like Felicia. However, the deep and envious careless lust was thrown aside as he flipped down his hood. Making his way to the temple gates. He stopped in the frame. Leaning against the frame, he awaited the coming of his 'friend' relaxing blissfully as the bright sky of coruscant began to descend into the afternoon. The warm breeze waving through his hair and against his scar filled face.
(OOC: I'm quite proud of that piece of literature)
@[member="Felicia Tannul"]
@[member="Xander Carrick"]