Post by Dante Ahti on Apr 9, 2014 9:17:39 GMT -5
(( Private thread between Dante and Merlin ))
The ticking of the clock filled Dante's ears once more as the school became silent. Nearly all students were outside now, hanging out or ready to go home. But in his room, there was only the light ticking of the clock, and the scratching of a quill against paper as Dante eagerly continued to write.
Dante's life revolved around the classes he taught now. working and working, he barely had any social interactions outside of his students. Not that he didn't enjoy his work; actually, it was the happiest he had been in a long time. He just wished that he had the time to spend elsewhere.
That of course was a lie; he had the time. But the man, too nervous to go out and meet more people and speak with old friends, taught all day and read books all night. Taking extra shifts for other teachers, telling himself that his time would be best used perfecting the material he had been learning himself.
He couldn't even admit to himself that he was a tad bit lonely.
Rarely would his mind wander to his past, where he had many friends. Rivals. Enemies. It was a time in his life that was exciting, a time where his heart was always racing. Flying with Denzel, small bickering with Seth. The old burns on his arm seemed to hurt when he thought about it.
With a sigh the teacher put his quill down and leaned back, staring at the paper intently. Rubbing at the scruff on his face that he had sworn to himself he had no time to shave off - of course, he was just being lazy.
After a minute of hesitation he smiled, picked up the quill again and continued to write, slowly zoning out of the words. He hardly noticed the footsteps in the halls, or the children playing outside.
This was his every day life. And, without his knowledge, it was about to get a lot more interesting.
The ticking of the clock filled Dante's ears once more as the school became silent. Nearly all students were outside now, hanging out or ready to go home. But in his room, there was only the light ticking of the clock, and the scratching of a quill against paper as Dante eagerly continued to write.
Dante's life revolved around the classes he taught now. working and working, he barely had any social interactions outside of his students. Not that he didn't enjoy his work; actually, it was the happiest he had been in a long time. He just wished that he had the time to spend elsewhere.
That of course was a lie; he had the time. But the man, too nervous to go out and meet more people and speak with old friends, taught all day and read books all night. Taking extra shifts for other teachers, telling himself that his time would be best used perfecting the material he had been learning himself.
He couldn't even admit to himself that he was a tad bit lonely.
Rarely would his mind wander to his past, where he had many friends. Rivals. Enemies. It was a time in his life that was exciting, a time where his heart was always racing. Flying with Denzel, small bickering with Seth. The old burns on his arm seemed to hurt when he thought about it.
With a sigh the teacher put his quill down and leaned back, staring at the paper intently. Rubbing at the scruff on his face that he had sworn to himself he had no time to shave off - of course, he was just being lazy.
After a minute of hesitation he smiled, picked up the quill again and continued to write, slowly zoning out of the words. He hardly noticed the footsteps in the halls, or the children playing outside.
This was his every day life. And, without his knowledge, it was about to get a lot more interesting.