Fiction, or Non-Fiction? [Vee/Uriel]

It had been about a week since she was allowed to leave the hospital, instructed to not push herself too much and ease back into her exercise and training. She hated being injured, but she certainly was better off than other members... Oh poor Alastair... Hearing the state he was in made her so worried, but she heard he was recovering well at the very least. She figured maybe he'd like a get well present, and such a present she settled on was getting him a book... But which one would he like?

Well, she wasn't allowed to read any at the book store to figure if he'd like it, as told by a rather grumpy store attendant - only there to look or buy, no sitting around and reading. She guessed it made sense since they'd want people to buy it, but come on, can't even let her read the first hundred pages and get an idea of what the story was about?! She wasn't incredibly savvy with using a search engine, so the next best bet was the library to figure out what book to go and buy.

...But she'd been there about an hour and couldn't find the best book for him! What would he like? What genre would he be interested in? Ugh! It had to be perfect or she'd be letting him down...

Soon, her frustrated state would lead her to be reaching and reaching for a book far too high for her, one that looked interesting enough to at least peek at.

"C-come on, hand..! Just another few inches..!" She spoke as if psyching her arm up would miraculously get it to grow, but to no avail.

Vivyan let out a small squeak of surprise when a hand grabbed the book above her with relative ease, her quickly whipping around only to immediately be intimidated into pressing her back against the bookshelf, looking up as her french tongue immediately uttered with an air of confusion under her breath, "Gé-géant..?!"

Though the bunching of her shoulders would cease upon looking at his kind smile and hearing his warm voice, something about the feel of his presence detracting from the intimidation of his height. With a set expression, she'd passively take the book from his offering hand, though her eyes never left him, appearing to still be rather mesmerized by him, only made far more confused by the addition of his introduction and asking for her number. She literally just acknowledged this man existed and he was already hitting her in the face with signals she was not experienced enough to read,

"Uh.. Thanks.. And.. My name's.. Vivyan, and uh.. Yessss?" She stumbled over her words, only brought back to reality when she eyed the book he was carrying.

"Oh! I don't think i've seen that one before.." She'd point to the large book in his grasp, an almost expectant glimmer in her eyes, "...Can I see it?"

She gave him a slight pout with his comment and demeanor, before finally being presented the book proper, taking it and already opening it to examine it's contents with almost greedy eyes. She heard scarce few things of the Quincy growing up, only familial artifacts hung around their home, or stories told by her father she managed to overhear while she should have slept were her basis of knowledge, in addition to what the Vandenreich had to offer in the way of historical education. Some subjects she recognized, others she didn't as she slipped through the pages curiously, before being interrupted by Uriel's comment,

"I mean, I guess so.. Given the uh, circumstances..." It was like she was wacked by a truck, the man's first impression really left her reeling and only the lure of potential Quincy information and history brought her back down, "Getting... Uhh... Yknow... And stuff," deliberately did she avoid the mentioning of the genocide, a refusal of direct acknowledgement of such a terrible event was drilled into her forever ago, even if she herself wasn't deemed 'Quincy' in her family's eyes. That was a time of weakness they refused to acknowledge.

But yet again, this man proved to be full of surprises, perking immediately with the acknowledgement of his speaking in her mother tongue, much more the emphasis on such a sweet referral to her, "Seigneur! Are you trying to give me a heart attack? So much shock at once..." Her fleeting breath would peter out into a chuckle, "I came here to be a Quincy. For all i'm concerned, this is my home."

She'd ponder a few pages rather eagerly as she would then look back up at him with a friendly smile, "Ah, it's okay! I'm a bit jumpy anyhow."

After getting her fill, she would simply close the book and offer it back, soon after shaking her head in acknowledgement of his question, "I'm actually training to be a Sternritter... I wanted to be the best one I could be."

Her smile faltered as memories flickered in her mind, of how useless she was against their enemy, the searing pain, the anger, the confusion, and then the blackness of defeat. Even bringing up that aspiration made bile go up her throat, her gaze lowering,

"Oh.. Yeah, number." Her voice sounded much quieter, but still retaining the appearance she had moments before, taking his phone and quickly putting her's down as a contact, handing it back soon after, "There you go... But what about you? What do you do?"