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sortinghat_rp2012-08-08 02:16 am
quasistellar) wrote in sortinghat_rp2012-08-08 02:16 am
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[You may want to cover your ears for this one, folks. Professor Constance Peixes is angry. She is very angry. She hasn't sent a Howler, but this might as well be one going out to the entire faculty and student body.]
I am absolutely appalled at the degree of inappropriate subject matter that our students are currently discussing in their journals. You should all be ashamed of yourselves, and particularly so for discussing it with incoming first-years. Mr. Makara and Mr. Kishitani, you both have a month's detention, beginning on the first day of fall term. Mr. Makara, for writing the entry in question, and Mr. Kishitani, for encouraging the discussion, particularly among the younger students.
What in Merlin's name were you thinking? This isn't a 'friendly discussion about biology', this was getting students to discuss matters of a highly personal and private nature! And at the ages of eleven, twelve, and thirteen!
AND MY DAUGHTER AMONG THOSE STUDENTS!
You continued arguing about it being perfectly all right to discuss touching oneself after some of the younger girls said they weren't comfortable with it! They were right to think that their mothers wouldn't want to see them in the middle of a discussion like that, because they don't!
To the rest of you: I highly recommend you think before you write a journal entry discussing a topic of a sexual nature, and frankly, I discourage you from doing so.
I am absolutely appalled at the degree of inappropriate subject matter that our students are currently discussing in their journals. You should all be ashamed of yourselves, and particularly so for discussing it with incoming first-years. Mr. Makara and Mr. Kishitani, you both have a month's detention, beginning on the first day of fall term. Mr. Makara, for writing the entry in question, and Mr. Kishitani, for encouraging the discussion, particularly among the younger students.
What in Merlin's name were you thinking? This isn't a 'friendly discussion about biology', this was getting students to discuss matters of a highly personal and private nature! And at the ages of eleven, twelve, and thirteen!
AND MY DAUGHTER AMONG THOSE STUDENTS!
You continued arguing about it being perfectly all right to discuss touching oneself after some of the younger girls said they weren't comfortable with it! They were right to think that their mothers wouldn't want to see them in the middle of a discussion like that, because they don't!
To the rest of you: I highly recommend you think before you write a journal entry discussing a topic of a sexual nature, and frankly, I discourage you from doing so.
apparently being in hospital makes me tl;dr
I think I remember when you invented that look. But you weren't a completely horrible child. You were more morose than most, yes, but look at me. I was perpetually a child ready to leap into adulthood before her time. Then, when I get to adulthood and have to make a really serious decision for the first time?
[Constance turns, meeting Murdoc's eyes for a moment before turning away.] I make a bad decision and spend years regretting and running away from it, like a child hiding because they've done something that will upset their mother.
And I lose a lot more than I should because I made that one bad call. I almost picked up my quill and wrote to you a thousand times when I first found out I was pregnant, but what would happen then? You were already married. I couldn't tell you then.
My mother and grandmother arranged a marriage for me before I started to show, made up a story about how it all was. I was miserable for those two years, but I didn't write, no matter how many times I wanted to. I wasn't happy, but what right did that give me to break up what, for all I knew, had become something happy for you?
I didn't know your wife had passed away. If I had known, in any way, there would have been a letter with my condolences on your desk as fast as it could be there. This mess could have been sorted out.
[She pulls him close, putting her head on his shoulder.]
...you've got every right in the world to be angry at me and to kick me out the door. But I'm glad you haven't.
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[He stares into her eyes for that brief moment, feeling the tone of the conversation change between them. He nods for a bit, letting her get that off her chest with no interuptions. When she rests her head on his shoulder, he sighs and lets his head rest on hers, nuzzling a little into her hair and muttering.]
I thought you were tryin' to get rid of me.
[He clears his throat, trying to make his voice come back.] I didn't blame you, I never did. I'm just..happy you don't hate me. [He shrugs, because it really is as simple as that. Maybe their seperation was for the best. Actually, now that he thinks about it...]
If we hadn't went our seperate ways, I wouldn't have Eridan. So I suppose I've got you to thank for him, in a sense. [A light chuckle.] An' now I've got two beautiful girls to worry about too..
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I never hated you. Life just happened to separate us for a while.
And some good things happened along the way. Eridan, Feferi, and Meenah happened.
[She leans up just long enough to sip at her drink, then settles back.]
You know I'm not just here about the children, though, right?
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I assumed that if you wanted to contact me you would. [There's a long pause.] I tried to write to you, but it didn't seem write an' I could never write anythin' without it soundin' vapid or stupid. [He grunts at that, sounded pretty vapid and stupid.]
...You aren't? [He raises an eyebrow down at her.] Was there somethin' else you wanted to say?
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[There's just as long a pause on her end.]
I think we were both in something of the same situation, then. With a whole lot of workaholic tendencies, at least on my part.
[There's a longer pause this time, and she mumbles something unintelligible at first.]
I...there's no way to say it, other than just coming out with it, I suppose. I wasn't sure what I would feel at first, coming back here. Seeing you, seeing everyone. It's been interesting, but with you...
...I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't attracted to you. Not just as a friend or a colleague, but romantically. I don't want to push anything, but it wouldn't be fair to feel this way and not tell you.
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You have no idea how long I wanted you to say that. All through school. [He laughs softly at himself.] I had such a terribly awkward crush on both a you. [You and Sybille.]
I've waited so long. You're goin' to have to excuse me if I'm a little.. unsure. Did you always feel this way? Or has absence made the heart grow fonder?
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Both? If that makes sense at all. I fancied you, but never said anything back in school. I was too wrapped up in my particular brand of teenage stupidity. And you and Sybille were always a thing, it seemed like. There was all of that.
Then years passed, there was that night, and I - once again - ran away from things rather than face them. I suppose the rest of it's history.
I know that it's been years, and I know it's not fair to keep dropping bombshells on you. I've come in like a sudden storm and stirred everything up. But life's too short to continually keep my head buried in work and ignore what's really important.
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[He fidgets at the mention of Sybille.] I suppose it was. Or it is. I'm not sure of anythin' anymore.
You're both just..[Beautiful, amazing, good for me in your own ways.] an' I'm..[An idiot.] I wouldn't want to lead either a you on when I don't know what it is I want.
[He runs a hand through his hair, knowing he's saying the exact opposite of what he feels. Is it wrong to want two people at once? Maybe not. It certainly would be wrong to make a choice when he doesn't know. And of course, there's his priority sitting up stairs in his room.]
I shouldn't be gettin' into anythin', not with Eridan around. [He buries his face in his hands, hunching over.] Why does bein' a parent have to be so hard? I haven't even had sex in ten years, let alone...[Grunt.] Pretend I didn't say that.
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[And there's the word 'is', and she goes quiet, turning away.]
- is?
[Constance sighs, while asking herself a question: What were you expecting? You can't just expect to waltz in here saying that and have it not be complicated.]
I - I didn't realize.
[She takes a moment to down the rest of her glass.
...and I probably shouldn't be getting into anything myself, with the girls. Between them, settling in, semester starting...I've gone and made this a mess. I'm sorry, I didn't...
Longer than that here. Between work and everything else going on.]
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[He shifts a little closer, placing a hand on her thigh and giving it a comforting squeeze.]
I'm only sorry you had to be involved.
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[Constance Peixes is not one to cry. And she refuses to do that here. But she swallows hard, blinking a time or two.]
...sorry I had to be involved? What's all that supposed to mean?
There's a reason I don't do this stuff. It's always complicated.
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If i had it my way, I would kiss you right now without ever havin' to worry about what will come of it. Because you deserve that.
You deserve someone better than me.
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If I had it mine, then - bloody hell, I don't need to finish that sentence. I think you know where it ends.
But things are always complicated. The moment I'm involved, they're complicated. It's why I threw myself into work. The stars are less complex, easier to understand. You can chart them, figure up the places they'll be, all of it. But you can't chart a person.
I'm sitting here talking nonsense. I - I should go. The girls, Eridan. They'll be needing us. Thanks, for the drink.
[She shifts away, putting the glass down and moving to stand up.]
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He stands a short moment after she does, unsure of whether she wants to be near him right now. He wants to put an arm around her and comfort her, but he senses it would only worsen the situation.]
Not nonsense, it's never nonsense, love. It's been a pleasure talkin' to you. It always is.
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[For all that she'd opened up, made herself vulnerable, she's starting to shut it down. It was stupid, the way she'd been acting, Constance tells herself.
And then she hears the word 'love', in reference to herself, and something snaps. She grabs Murdoc by his shirt collar, looking right into his eyes for a moment before she kisses him. It's quick, almost angry, and she doesn't let it linger.
Constance steps back, letting him go, then puts her hand on her hip.]
Good night, Murdoc.
[And then she's Apparating out, just as quick as she came in.]
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Obviously he doesn't get a chance to react, but he sees that look in her eye. He's not sure if she's going to slap him across the face or--
Oh.
OH.
His eyes widen, too stunned to kiss back and left very little time to do anything about it. He nods again as she pulls away, trying to word a response. Anything. Come on.]
Very.
Very good. [Fuck.
Welp. There she goes.]