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sweetpinkpixie · 02-08-2016, 09:15 AM

SPOILER!!: the poor precious pea <3

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Naturally, Daxton did not acknowledge Airey Flamsteed's farewell - he had never gotten into the habit of that stupid salute, nor had there ever been any chance of him saying the words to go along with it. Instead, he took that next step, through the doorway and over the threshold, the step which triggered an immediate change. It helped that he had been expecting something, but as Daxton was well aware by now, it was quite impossible to be fully prepared for the unknown. In that regard, this had been a risky experiment, though still a necessary one.

He felt the change before he saw it; as a boy who was hyperaware of all of his senses, the sudden change in his dominant hand was impossible to miss. Daxton stopped dead in his tracks, holding his left hand up to inspect it, though he already had some idea of how it would look.

It was strange. It was intriguing, at least in terms of aesthetic. Daxton could not drag his eyes away from it for a moment, and raised his other hand to prod and poke at it, utterly captivated. But not so captivated that he did not notice the bright red that his right hand had gone. Daxton stared between them both, considering this magic as a form of security. He had to admit it was clever, and much, much better than an alarm or siren, which he had half been expecting.

Regardless, a low-level panic had gripped Daxton at the thought of the unusable hand. He wrote with his left hand, and he signed with both of them together. Occasionally he would also punch things, but that was perhaps not quite so important as his two primary forms of communication. He stared at the nub now at the end of his wrist and instinctively tried to flex fingers that were no longer there. More panic surged through him when he inevitably could not.

So he turned. Turned right back around and looked in through the doorway of the office, wondering if crossing back over the threshold would fix his hands, but ultimately doubting it. Of course, Airey Flamsteed would have been expecting this, so Daxton simply held both his hands up for him to see. A sudden worry had suddenly surfaced too, impossible to tell from his neutral expression, a worry that Airey Flamsteed would not fix his hands at all, as a form of punishment. Daxton was already formulating plans to bargain for a detention or loss of points (which he did not care about anyway) in return for at least a functional left hand. Of course, there would be no way of communicating such negotiations unless he had use of his hand granted back in the first place, rendering such negotiations useless. Then again, perhaps the hand thing was merely a means of making sure the thief owned up - again, annoyingly clever - and perhaps there were other consequences in store instead. Especially for someone with Daxton's track record.

Whatever the situation, one thing was for sure. For the time being, Daxton was quite distracted from his previous, borderline distressing line of thinking, fully concerned with the state of his hands. The red one, he could deal with, but the other one... well... no.

No.

A satisfied smirk graced the professor's features, one that was gone as soon as the Ravenclaw turned around, when he saw the change in the young man's posture. However temporary the lesson was, there was something being delivered right now. Airey knew full well that Mr. Prince would only recognize this as an isolated incident exclusive, perhaps, to the Astronomy Tower, and not applicable to the outside world. But that did not prevent the man from holding on to a tiny bit of optimism that he was taking at least a tiny something from this.

"That's an excellent choice," he nodded, pointing abstractly to where the book was concealed. "I hope you find it worth the next 24 hours." Which was the astronomer's way of indicating the time frame that Mr. Prince would be stuck like that.

The man was able to read the subtle panic hidden behind the young man's blue eyes, but there were no heart strings to be pulled on this astronut.

"Nobody ever did, or ever will, escape the consequences of his choices," he added, tapping his nose knowingly while remaining by his desk.

02-08-2016, 09:15 AM	#28 (permalink)
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Instead, he took that next step, through the doorway and over the threshold, the step which triggered an immediate change. It helped that he had been expecting something, but as Daxton was well aware by now, it was quite impossible to be fully prepared for the unknown. In that regard, this had been a risky experiment, though still a necessary one. He felt the change before he saw it; as a boy who was hyperaware of all of his senses, the sudden change in his dominant hand was impossible to miss. Daxton stopped dead in his tracks, holding his left hand up to inspect it, though he already had some idea of how it would look. It was strange. It was intriguing, at least in terms of aesthetic. Daxton could not drag his eyes away from it for a moment, and raised his other hand to prod and poke at it, utterly captivated. But not so captivated that he did not notice the bright red that his right hand had gone. Daxton stared between them both, considering this magic as a form of security. He had to admit it was clever, and much, much better than an alarm or siren, which he had half been expecting. Regardless, a low-level panic had gripped Daxton at the thought of the unusable hand. He wrote with his left hand, and he signed with both of them together. Occasionally he would also punch things, but that was perhaps not quite so important as his two primary forms of communication. He stared at the nub now at the end of his wrist and instinctively tried to flex fingers that were no longer there. More panic surged through him when he inevitably could not. So he turned. Turned right back around and looked in through the doorway of the office, wondering if crossing back over the threshold would fix his hands, but ultimately doubting it. Of course, Airey Flamsteed would have been expecting this, so Daxton simply held both his hands up for him to see. A sudden worry had suddenly surfaced too, impossible to tell from his neutral expression, a worry that Airey Flamsteed would not fix his hands at all, as a form of punishment. Daxton was already formulating plans to bargain for a detention or loss of points (which he did not care about anyway) in return for at least a functional left hand. Of course, there would be no way of communicating such negotiations unless he had use of his hand granted back in the first place, rendering such negotiations useless. Then again, perhaps the hand thing was merely a means of making sure the thief owned up - again, annoyingly clever - and perhaps there were other consequences in store instead. Especially for someone with Daxton's track record. Whatever the situation, one thing was for sure. For the time being, Daxton was quite distracted from his previous, borderline distressing line of thinking, fully concerned with the state of his hands. The red one, he could deal with, but the other one... well... no. No. A satisfied smirk graced the professor's features, one that was gone as soon as the Ravenclaw turned around, when he saw the change in the young man's posture. However temporary the lesson was, there was something being delivered right now. Airey knew full well that Mr. Prince would only recognize this as an isolated incident exclusive, perhaps, to the Astronomy Tower, and not applicable to the outside world. But that did not prevent the man from holding on to a tiny bit of optimism that he was taking at least a tiny something from this. "That's an excellent choice," he nodded, pointing abstractly to where the book was concealed. "I hope you find it worth the next 24 hours." Which was the astronomer's way of indicating the time frame that Mr. Prince would be stuck like that. The man was able to read the subtle panic hidden behind the young man's blue eyes, but there were no heart strings to be pulled on this astronut. "Nobody ever did, or ever will, escape the consequences of his choices," he added, tapping his nose knowingly while remaining by his desk. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes