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imperturbatus2016-10-04 02:05 pm
fireredspear) wrote in imperturbatus2016-10-04 02:05 pm
15th Flight are Beginnings, Endings and Change
Mornings
[It's been a month since the start of the new term and so far, about nothing has stayed the same. A lot of teachers have quit over the summer, and well... The castle seemed far emptier now. Especially so in the early mornings, when he took his jog. Eerily silent, empty and cold, but that might have been the weather. A year ago the silence has been a comfort to Sano, a time when he could rest his mind and work his body, away from the usual rush. Now it just made him feel strangely alone. Which is why he's always happy when people join him on his run, or he'll take a stop when he sees an early bird, or the lights in the groundkeeper's hut still flicker. If it's just him trying to chase his ghosts away, well... No one has to know that.]
Days
[The days are now as uneventful as mornings. There's either afternoon class, or a morning class, or a house quidditch team practice, which are usually fun, but not as they used to be. He's enjoying them for the most part, but he thinks he catches a few students - especially the older ones - giving him a strange look. Not that it's a secret what happened. A lot of teachers left over the summer. A lot.
He usually just gives them a smile in turn and soldiers through the training with the usual practiced energy and zeal.
He decidedly ignores that part of his heart, that feels empty.]
Evenings
[Evenings are the worst. He used to love evenings, for the company he usually spent them in and the fun he had at this time of the day, but with almost everyone gone...
He spends a lot more time in Hog's head than he used to, that is, if he bothers to take the walk at all. Usually he just nurses his own whiskey and his own glass, in his own room. If there's a student knocking on his door late at night, it's always open, but he suspects the room seems less warm than it used to be.
But that might be just him.]
[It's been a month since the start of the new term and so far, about nothing has stayed the same. A lot of teachers have quit over the summer, and well... The castle seemed far emptier now. Especially so in the early mornings, when he took his jog. Eerily silent, empty and cold, but that might have been the weather. A year ago the silence has been a comfort to Sano, a time when he could rest his mind and work his body, away from the usual rush. Now it just made him feel strangely alone. Which is why he's always happy when people join him on his run, or he'll take a stop when he sees an early bird, or the lights in the groundkeeper's hut still flicker. If it's just him trying to chase his ghosts away, well... No one has to know that.]
Days
[The days are now as uneventful as mornings. There's either afternoon class, or a morning class, or a house quidditch team practice, which are usually fun, but not as they used to be. He's enjoying them for the most part, but he thinks he catches a few students - especially the older ones - giving him a strange look. Not that it's a secret what happened. A lot of teachers left over the summer. A lot.
He usually just gives them a smile in turn and soldiers through the training with the usual practiced energy and zeal.
He decidedly ignores that part of his heart, that feels empty.]
Evenings
[Evenings are the worst. He used to love evenings, for the company he usually spent them in and the fun he had at this time of the day, but with almost everyone gone...
He spends a lot more time in Hog's head than he used to, that is, if he bothers to take the walk at all. Usually he just nurses his own whiskey and his own glass, in his own room. If there's a student knocking on his door late at night, it's always open, but he suspects the room seems less warm than it used to be.
But that might be just him.]
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So it's there where he is, sitting on one of the benches, waiting for everyone to collect, while he's trying to sort through his thoughts and get a hold of himself. He doesn't expect anyone to be this early, so he gives Sousuke a surprised look, when he hears the boy approach, but he welcoms the distraction and smiles.]
Yeah, sure. What's up?
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[Distractions and good news. Though he does have plenty of worry inside his emotions - Sano could probably tell easily. That and embarrassment, thanks to Rin.]
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[He asks with a half remorseful, half amused smirk. Definitely better than the one Sousuke had before, at least. After everything that happened, Sano has changed healers himself - not that it's helping him now, or makes a difference, - out of principle and because he doesn't really want to subject himself o a healer, who he knows manipulates results and can be bribed to harm his patient.
He can feel the shoulder is not the only thing why Sousuke approached him, but he doesn't open that discussion. Sousuke doesn't need his boatload atop of everything else.
He pats the seat next to him, in an invitation.]
So tell me. How are those pains?
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[Sousuke takes the invitation and sits down.]
The pains are mostly gone. After practice, it still hurts a bit the more I work out, but if I keep it to normal amounts I will be fine. The general healing progress is going well as well.
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[At least something's going right. Even if it's not in Sano's life directly, it feels good to know his favorite student is doing well. He chuckles at himself for playing favorites and turns to Sousuke.]
Take it easy, okay? You don't want to overtrain again. Even magically healed injuries are prone to returning, if you don't take good care of yourself. Even if they can be healed, it's a pain to deal with them and they do knock you out for a while.
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[That's at least a lesson well learned.]
Especially now when dad gave me an official permission to pursue the career. Not that I needed it, but still.
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[He really intends to sound cheerful and positive, and happy for Sousuke, because all of it is great, but what comes out is nothing but a pathetic attempt. His voice is too quiet and not cheerful at all. No, it's sad instead and Sano punches himself internally for it. He's supposed to maintain at least a shred of dignity in front of a student. But then again, the wound is still too fresh, and it might not come to anyone's surprise, that he's hurt. He decides one slip up won't kill anyone, but still he decides that trying to divert the attention from it is the best option.]
It's better to not burn any bridges, even as you go after your dreams. You never know when you need to cross it again.