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Tazenhani · 05-28-2015, 01:59 AM

SPOILER!!: Toby!!! <3

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Toby might have taken that as a compliment, were he not so set in his views of what was or was not real when it came to all that stuff. But the way Dakest spoke sort of made it clear that it was a thing that existed that he thought Toby wasn't close to, rather than a thing that didn't exist at all. In spite of himself, Toby glanced at the man warily. He was, at least, able to focus on and feel relieved by the revelation that Dakest didn't hate him

"But," he found himself saying, and it was another of those times when Toby's mouth went ahead and said things without prior permission from his brain. "When you asked me to go in the maze and help people if they needed it, and I told you I'd have made things worse - 'cause I would have, Professor - you... you said...-" Ah yes, and now his brain was making an appearance and getting him to shut up, though a little late for that. No, he wouldn't repeat it. It had been upsetting enough the first time. "-... you seemed angry... upset, whatever. I dunno." Didn't matter. Point was, Toby had invoked it. "And it's not that I don't want to learn it. I mean... I'll never use most of the other stuff in the subject, but patronuses-" were useful, and he'd seen that in action "-I always wanted to be able to conjure one." He wanted to explain, he really did, and something was pushing him forward with it while something else held him back. It was exhausting.

Toby slumped a little where he sat, elbow on one knee, propping his head up with his hand and watching the butterflies swoop around, attracted by the flowers. Just thinking and listening and processing. Occasionally, he would glance back at Dakest.

"I did..." Have reasons for what happened in class, that was. Toby chewed on his lip a moment, considering the professor. "But it's not 'cause I'm not happy. I'm super happy. Really. You can ask anyone, they'll tell you." Okay, maybe not anyone, but Toby had been here long enough that most people at least knew OF him and could give that sort of character reference.

At what WOULD upset Professor Dakest? Ah... uh.. haha. Well. There was a long paused before Toby responded simply with, "............ oh." Oh. It wasn't like he had a track record of any of that stuff in school, and he didn't often disobey orders, but what felt like the memories of a thousand impulsive decisions suddenly seemed to flash before Toby's eyes at that moment. "Okay." NOTED.

Speaking of impulsive decisions, Toby suddenly sat up straighter again, and looked right at Dakest.

"I'd like to tell you. Why it was difficult. The lesson, I mean." He'd said it so suddenly he'd surprised himself, and sort of sat there blinking for a moment, belatedly going through that thought process. "I mean, like... can I? At one point? I-I.. I mean..." Flustered, he was suddenly getting flustered again. Toby mentally cursed himself. Brain, what are you /doing/?

Ah yes. That little, brief talk he had given the kid in class. Despite the seriousness of their conversation, Sabel found himself chuckling a little. "When I was your age, there was a Professor who often took the same tone with me. One thing I learned, was to tell the difference when he was imparting advice and trying to make me think about what I was doing, and when he was trully angry with me." The amusement lasted for a moment, a brief flicker in his eyes. "Trust me, you'll know if I'm angry with you."

And he could have chosen to get frustrated with the boy's lack of interest in taking a lot of the DADA lessons to heart. It would save his hide one day, of that he was almost certain. But there was the faint incling that his reluctance was somehow linked to the 'people-don't-do-stuff-like-that' sentiment, and so he let it rest. There was a time and place, and this wasn't either for such a line of discussion.

"I believe most students wanted to learn the patronus, regardless of their actions and displays during the class. Otherwise, they would have walked out on first hearing of the lesson topic." Fuller-Thompson included. Whatever the boy's reason or reasons, it was clear it weighed heavily on him.

And so he sat, waiting patiently for the kid to sort his thoughts out. Happy was not yet a thing he had personally witnessed from the boy, but it was clearly reflected in the beautiful flowers that he had created. One of purely dark thoughts could hardly conjure something so gentle. He moved to pluck another one of the fireweeds when the kid's sudden energy had him pausing, glancing up to meet his gaze.

The confidence of Fuller-Thompson's conviction was, even if short lived, refreshing. It was like a crack in the surface of the ice, an opening that had to be treated carefully and with the utmost respect. Already, he was retreating behind walls.

Sabel let out a breath and straightened a little. "I'm good at keeping secrets." And he assumed that's what Fuller-Thompson was looking for. A confidant. Even if he wasn't, it was always reassuring to know there was one around. "You are welcome to tell me, whenever you would like. Whenever, and if ever, you feel ready."

05-28-2015, 01:59 AM	#86 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ SPOILER!!: Toby!!! <3 Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Toby might have taken that as a compliment, were he not so set in his views of what was or was not real when it came to all that stuff. But the way Dakest spoke sort of made it clear that it was a thing that existed that he thought Toby wasn't close to, rather than a thing that didn't exist at all. In spite of himself, Toby glanced at the man warily. He was, at least, able to focus on and feel relieved by the revelation that Dakest didn't hate him "But," he found himself saying, and it was another of those times when Toby's mouth went ahead and said things without prior permission from his brain. *"When you asked me to go in the maze and help people if they needed it, and I told you I'd have made things worse - 'cause I would* have, Professor - you... you said...-" Ah yes, and now his brain was making an appearance and getting him to shut up, though a little late for that. No, he wouldn't repeat it. It had been upsetting enough the first time. "-... you seemed angry... upset, whatever. I dunno." Didn't matter. Point was, Toby had invoked it. "And it's not that I don't want to learn it. I mean... I'll never use most of the other stuff in the subject, but patronuses-" were useful, and he'd seen that in action "-I always wanted to be able to conjure one." He wanted to explain, he really did, and something was pushing him forward with it while something else held him back. It was exhausting. Toby slumped a little where he sat, elbow on one knee, propping his head up with his hand and watching the butterflies swoop around, attracted by the flowers. Just thinking and listening and processing. Occasionally, he would glance back at Dakest. "I did..." Have reasons for what happened in class, that was. Toby chewed on his lip a moment, considering the professor. "But it's not 'cause I'm not happy. I'm super happy. Really. You can ask anyone, they'll tell you."** Okay, maybe not anyone, but Toby had been here long enough that most people at least knew OF him and could give that sort of character reference. At what WOULD upset Professor Dakest? Ah... uh.. haha. Well. There was a long paused before Toby responded simply with, "............ oh." Oh. It wasn't like he had a track record of any of that stuff in school, and he didn't often disobey orders, but what felt like the memories of a thousand impulsive decisions suddenly seemed to flash before Toby's eyes at that moment. "Okay." NOTED. Speaking of impulsive decisions, Toby suddenly sat up straighter again, and looked right at Dakest. "I'd like to tell you. Why it was difficult. The lesson, I mean." He'd said it so suddenly he'd surprised himself, and sort of sat there blinking for a moment, belatedly going through that thought process. "I mean, like... can I? At one point? I-I.. I mean..." Flustered, he was suddenly getting flustered again. Toby mentally cursed himself. Brain, what are you /doing/? Ah yes. That little, brief talk he had given the kid in class. Despite the seriousness of their conversation, Sabel found himself chuckling a little. "When I was your age, there was a Professor who often took the same tone with me. One thing I learned, was to tell the difference when he was imparting advice and trying to make me think about what I was doing, and when he was trully angry with me." The amusement lasted for a moment, a brief flicker in his eyes. "Trust me, you'll know if I'm angry with you." And he could have chosen to get frustrated with the boy's lack of interest in taking a lot of the DADA lessons to heart. It would save his hide one day, of that he was almost certain. But there was the faint incling that his reluctance was somehow linked to the 'people-don't-do-stuff-like-that' sentiment, and so he let it rest. There was a time and place, and this wasn't either for such a line of discussion. "I believe most students wanted to learn the patronus, regardless of their actions and displays during the class. Otherwise, they would have walked out on first hearing of the lesson topic." Fuller-Thompson included. Whatever the boy's reason or reasons, it was clear it weighed heavily on him. And so he sat, waiting patiently for the kid to sort his thoughts out. Happy was not yet a thing he had personally witnessed from the boy, but it was clearly reflected in the beautiful flowers that he had created. One of purely dark thoughts could hardly conjure something so gentle. He moved to pluck another one of the fireweeds when the kid's sudden energy had him pausing, glancing up to meet his gaze. The confidence of Fuller-Thompson's conviction was, even if short lived, refreshing. It was like a crack in the surface of the ice, an opening that had to be treated carefully and with the utmost respect. Already, he was retreating behind walls. Sabel let out a breath and straightened a little. "I'm good at keeping secrets." And he assumed that's what Fuller-Thompson was looking for. A confidant. Even if he wasn't, it was always reassuring to know there was one around. "You are welcome to tell me, whenever you would like. Whenever, and if ever, you feel ready." __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.