[Austria] Chapter 2.1 - The Sage of Doors & His Lovely Enchantress
Re: [Austria] Chapter 2.1 - The Sage of Doors & His Lovely Enchantress
For the first time, Willow wished she had learned sign language when it was offered in school. It took her a moment to process Manon’s response, and a bit longer still to figure out how to continue. It was true that everyone had meandered quite a bit, and in truth Willow wasn’t quite sure where she wanted to go. All she knew was that she needed to be doing something to work out how restless her legs were feeling. Nodding, the Brit motioned her agreement, and then on featherlight feet made her way down the hall to the stairs.
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Re: [Austria] Chapter 2.1 - The Sage of Doors & His Lovely Enchantress
In Johann's bed
Johann was helpless when confronted by Drysi's irreverent behavior and flippant response.
"I-- no, yyyyyou--"
Her forehead tapped against his. He flinched sharply, and defensive instincts kicked in. His hands came between them, trying to make space. He got two handfuls of Drysi's chest and pushed in what he wished was firm and authoritative but was rather gentle and weak-willed. Then he realized what he was doing and his face practically exploded a cherry red color.
"No! Sorry, I ddddiddididnt-- you just-- we, I mean YOU--" He pulled his hands away and used them to rise into a sitting position, then wrapped them around his knees. He pressed his nose to his knees; with his hood up, his eyes were barely visible between bony knees and his hood, but the skin around them was still visibly red. His shoulders shook with crazy nervous energy and his chest rose with unsteady breaths.
After a few moments of stunned silence between them, Johann tried to start the conversation over. "Evvven if you could-- be here, I mean, like... like if I wwwwanted-- umm, anyways, you shshshshouldn't. Wwwwwhat would Willow think?" He shook his head slightly. "It's mean. You should be thinking abbbbout her."
He gave Drysi a moment to process that, but resumed speaking before she could interject. "Yes. You can worry abbbbbout mmmme." He was smiling faintly, and though she couldn't see it, it softly colored his voice. "That's what fffffriends dodododo." He giggled nervously. "Doo-doo." Then he shook his head. "Sorry, I just-- sometimes my stutttututter is funny."
"And I'm fine. Really. How are you? Did you really get it all out?"
In the Guest Room
Something stirred the anxious guidance counselor from her light sleep. Whatever it was, she could no longer hear it, so she lay perfectly still and listened. She thought she heard the shuffle of bare feet, so she reached out with her mind to see who was where. Many of the answers surprised her, but she made no move to interject. No good could come from an adult trying to wade into the business of children; even if they were amenable to her presence, no 'good advice' would be received warmly. Much better to keep an occasional eye on them.
It was often hard for her, but it was a good exercise in self-control. And children deserved to have secrets-- even if she hated not knowing. With a self-satisfied smile, she closed her eyes and opened her mind's eye to the wakeful minds around her. She let the simplicity and innocence of the pool of thoughts around her lull her gently back toward sleep.
Johann was helpless when confronted by Drysi's irreverent behavior and flippant response.
"I-- no, yyyyyou--"
Her forehead tapped against his. He flinched sharply, and defensive instincts kicked in. His hands came between them, trying to make space. He got two handfuls of Drysi's chest and pushed in what he wished was firm and authoritative but was rather gentle and weak-willed. Then he realized what he was doing and his face practically exploded a cherry red color.
"No! Sorry, I ddddiddididnt-- you just-- we, I mean YOU--" He pulled his hands away and used them to rise into a sitting position, then wrapped them around his knees. He pressed his nose to his knees; with his hood up, his eyes were barely visible between bony knees and his hood, but the skin around them was still visibly red. His shoulders shook with crazy nervous energy and his chest rose with unsteady breaths.
After a few moments of stunned silence between them, Johann tried to start the conversation over. "Evvven if you could-- be here, I mean, like... like if I wwwwanted-- umm, anyways, you shshshshouldn't. Wwwwwhat would Willow think?" He shook his head slightly. "It's mean. You should be thinking abbbbout her."
He gave Drysi a moment to process that, but resumed speaking before she could interject. "Yes. You can worry abbbbbout mmmme." He was smiling faintly, and though she couldn't see it, it softly colored his voice. "That's what fffffriends dodododo." He giggled nervously. "Doo-doo." Then he shook his head. "Sorry, I just-- sometimes my stutttututter is funny."
"And I'm fine. Really. How are you? Did you really get it all out?"
In the Guest Room
Something stirred the anxious guidance counselor from her light sleep. Whatever it was, she could no longer hear it, so she lay perfectly still and listened. She thought she heard the shuffle of bare feet, so she reached out with her mind to see who was where. Many of the answers surprised her, but she made no move to interject. No good could come from an adult trying to wade into the business of children; even if they were amenable to her presence, no 'good advice' would be received warmly. Much better to keep an occasional eye on them.
It was often hard for her, but it was a good exercise in self-control. And children deserved to have secrets-- even if she hated not knowing. With a self-satisfied smile, she closed her eyes and opened her mind's eye to the wakeful minds around her. She let the simplicity and innocence of the pool of thoughts around her lull her gently back toward sleep.