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fyi, Wolfgang lives in the 1930s
Nice
Btw, this guy is probably unnecessarily strict, so neither characters need to like him
Master Ruan
Master Ruan didn’t give Wolfgang’s name as much as a nod. To Ruan, in this school, titles meant nothing. Hundreds of students flaunted their titles when they first arrived, trying to wriggle their way out of trouble. Little weasels.
His mind alerted him to something. Whenever he focused on the other boy, his temples pounded as if he had a horrible headache.
That boy was hiding blood. Ruan could sense it. He beckoned him to come closer. “Give me your hand. Now.”
The boy obediently held it out. Scratches lay on his palm, tinted red. They weren’t deep, but looked as if they stung.
Ruan’s eyes narrowed. To his heightened senses, any open wound was like a sharp, pounding beacon in his brain. If he had been on the other side of the academy, he could have quickly tracked the boy down.
Ruan traced the scratches and concentrated. Power surged through his veins. The blood began to clot together, drying as it thickened. Soon the boy was left with a painless scab.
Nausea filled Ruan’s stomach, and he swallowed, keeping his composure. He stroked his lower lip and blinked fiercely at Wolfgang. “You would do well to accept a professor’s reprimand first, and explain yourself after.”
Ugh. I just did my final exam, and part way through realized I had somehow missed listening to four lectures.
This Raun fellow now, hmm. I would hate to get headaches from people’s paper cuts. XD Wilhelm is going to be flabbergasted.
Wilhelm
His hand! Wilhelm stared at it, momentarily losing contact with what was going on around him. The man had healed it. It was either a miracle or bewitchment because no matter how shallow, wounds did not scab over that quickly. And Wilhelm had no way of knowing which it was.
He didn’t even know how to deescalate this situation. He tried to show compliance to authority. That usually calmed the waters. He murmured his thanks and backed a few steps away, gaze shuttered.
He had so much to learn.
At least he wasn’t the only one, apparently. Wolfgang needed to be careful. Politics were at stake!
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
Wolfgang
Leaned his back against the banister, hands resting on either side of him, he wasn’t interesting in this man or what he was doing. Wolfgang didn’t mind figures of authority–– not that he ran into many–– but he disliked stuffy, unimaginative, stiff adults. He had run into plenty of those. “So you’re the professor, nice to meet you.” He glanced at Wilhelm. “You coming?”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
I am afraid my characters often have a stubborn, independent streak. Wilhelm has it so badly. XD Once something is in his head, it is not coming out. Which means it will be interesting if he and Wolfgang do become friends, as I suppose they would both have stubborn streaks.
Wilhelm
“Coming?” Wilhelm studied Wolfgang. The question was both amusing and oddly rankling. “We might be going the same way, yes.”
“Are we dismissed, Sir?” He bowed to the professor or prophet or witch or whatever the man was. He touched a knuckle to his forehead as well, considering this was one of the adults of the place. And he really wanted that cheese in its nice brown wrappings safely stored away in that spare crate in his room. If the man detained them any longer, he might do something desperate.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
@elishavet-pidyon @ellette-giselle
Master Ruan
“You are dismissed.” Ruan did not move, instead choosing to watch them go. His mouth was tight, as if it belonged to someone in perpetual hunger. It seemed to tighten even more the longer he stood there.
Wolfgang
He hooked his arm through Wilhelm’s and pulled him down a hall, leaning close to laughingly whisper, “So that’s what you meant about trouble. If you’re worried about fellow’s like him, make yourself at ease. They like to say things but they never carry through. ‘A man who looked as though he’d drunk the cup of life and found a beetle at the bottom’, that’s how I’d describe him,” he added with a chuckle.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Oh boy.
Wilhelm
He slid his arm out of Wolfgang’s, although he kept walking the same direction.
“I do not like that man, and I certainly do not trust him, but I will not listen to you talk like that.” The words rattled in Wilhelm’s throat, but he kept his tone steady. “It is wicked to slight authority. Deathly wicked.”
He did not mention the vow he had taken when he was named esquire, although it paraded itself unbidden through his mind.
I am bound by all loyalty and love to the Holy Sword and Eternal Hope. To learn by due course the duty of the House of Kemp. To devote myself bodily to the service of my Lord the Light Elisai, and his Firey Band. In doing so may I gain immortal honor in Their halls. In forfeiting my duty, I forfeit my life. May I die the death if I break this vow.
It was the last part that kept him awake on stormy nights. What did it mean to “die the death” exactly?
The master Raun was not part of his order, but it still unnerved him. Unless Wolfgang had reason to outright call the man a fiend, it was best to keep one’s lips shut.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
WoRLd bUiLdInG!
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
Freaky! Poor kid.
Wolfgang
He blinked. Wicked was not a word that often entered into the vocabulary of those around them. In fact, he knew very little of it besides the fact that it went along with “bad”, which was a term that had never been directed toward him. No one would have dared to tell the son of Gerhard Von Heinz that he was bad.
Wolfgang’s eyes squinted slightly. It seemed to him that the other boy had inferred that he was wicked, or being wicked. He pondered this new revelation a moment, then tossed it aside with a laugh. “Alright, I won’t say that if you don’t like it. What shall we do?”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Yeah, his people do not believe in coddling childhood innocence.
Wilhelm
For a moment he debated taking his leave there in the passage. Yet, as he turned to look at Wolfgang, he thought he might like this strange, too tall, too golden boy. Wolfgang might be a little full of himself, and Wilhelm suspected he lacked the kind of stalwart discipline his father praised, but Wolfgang was interesting. Maybe even kind.
“Are you hungry? Dinner was finished when I came, so I was going to my room for a hasty supper. I have cheese and bread and some drink. You are welcome to join me if you wish.”
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
Wolfgang
he gave Wilhelm a cheeky grin. “I’m always hungry. Let’s go!”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Sorry I dropped off. Yesterday was a busy day.
Wilhelm
They wound their way through the dormitory halls. It was curious how many different kinds of doors there were. Every suite seemed to have a theme. Some where magnificent and obviously had large interiors judging from the lack of other doors beside them. Others were more like his: simple.
He finally headed his own door and fished in his wallet for the key. The heavy wooden door swung slowly inward, welcoming them into a realm of cool stone and dried herbs. A fire burned low in the little fireplace to the left. It danced in the draft from the windows Wilhelm had forgotten to shut. He waved Wolfgang to the bench beside the heath and crossed to close the window.
The evening was lovely outside. He pulled the glass panes to without closing the shutters.
“Welcome to my quarters. Sit there a moment while I get the footstuffs out. Do you prefer ale or mead? Neither is strong.”
Hehehhe. I may be having fun with this medieval setting. Also curious how your Wolfy will respond.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
Wolfgang
He peered about him with interest. “This place looks like a painting in one of my books about knights,” he glanced over at Wilhelm. “As for drinks, I prefer champagne when I can sneak it without Papa looking, but I’ve read about meed and ale. I’ve always wanted to try both. You decide.”
He reclined back against the wall and sniffed the air. “It smells nice here.”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Wilhelm
He smiled to himself. Shampagne sounded foreign and frivolous. Not anything like his home. He dragged a box out from under the narrow bed in the far corner and began rummaging in it. Out came the flask of mead, set on a tray.
“It smells nice here.” Wolfgang’s voice brought Wilhelm’s head around. Wilhelm shrugged.
“It’s the herbs in the reeds” He patted the woven mats that covered the floor. Bits of leafy stems could be seen poking out here and there. Every time someone walked on them, the herbs would be crushed, sending their fragrance into the air. It beat the waxy polished smells of downstairs.
“Here we are.” He set the cheese, bread, and dried fruit on the tray along with two small eating knives and carried it over to the low table by the benches. He poured two horn cups with drink, stopped the flask, and put it away.
“Health and good fortune!” He laughed, toasting his cup like the lords of old. The fire turned his yellow hair to copper, and glittered in his green eyes as an ancient fury. He was a Kemp, surpassing in valor and fearless in battle.
Then he sat, quite a normal boy again.
“Would you like some cheese?”
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
Wolfgang
he swallowed the drink abs blinked, shaking his head. He ran his tongue along the roof of his mouth. “It’s unusual, but I like it.” He looked at the spread and grinned. “I feel like one of the knight is the round table. Have you read King Arthur stories?”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
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