[Hey I live on ibuprofen so I don't knock you. XD Sorry for the lack of response! I realized too late I didn't let you know I was going on vacation this weekend. Just came back from Nekocon... feel like I have a hangover @_@ So sleepy!]
It was like hanging on the edge of a canyon, one that went down into darkness that while familiar, a part of him, contained the unknown. He had fallen from the edge before, without any measure of safety, and in the end, had found himself dashed on the rocks. He thought of another, one that was well-known and yet not, and shied away from the thought almost immediately like a spooked horse. This wasn't him. This was someone else entirely. Someone who intrigued him on a level he couldn't quite explain, who didn't feel like a child or a student, who was inviting him with a true idea, at least to some degree, of just what it meant to say such a thing.
So there it hung, with the unknown terrifying and calling and utterly arousing his curiosity. He found himself just about to step forward when something on the telly banged - a commerical, a news piece, he had no idea - and made him realize just where they were. He wasn't a fool and knew just where it could lead, even if it was merely a heart-pounding release of the telepathic connection for them both, that would be less than pleasant or welcomed for one of his students to see.
He stepped back, so to speak.
Tonight. This is not the time or place. But there was reluctance in his voice to need to say so, something very hard to miss.
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It was like hanging on the edge of a canyon, one that went down into darkness that while familiar, a part of him, contained the unknown. He had fallen from the edge before, without any measure of safety, and in the end, had found himself dashed on the rocks. He thought of another, one that was well-known and yet not, and shied away from the thought almost immediately like a spooked horse. This wasn't him. This was someone else entirely. Someone who intrigued him on a level he couldn't quite explain, who didn't feel like a child or a student, who was inviting him with a true idea, at least to some degree, of just what it meant to say such a thing.
So there it hung, with the unknown terrifying and calling and utterly arousing his curiosity. He found himself just about to step forward when something on the telly banged - a commerical, a news piece, he had no idea - and made him realize just where they were. He wasn't a fool and knew just where it could lead, even if it was merely a heart-pounding release of the telepathic connection for them both, that would be less than pleasant or welcomed for one of his students to see.
He stepped back, so to speak.
Tonight. This is not the time or place. But there was reluctance in his voice to need to say so, something very hard to miss.