Post by Talon Windwaltz on Oct 19, 2009 5:43:18 GMT -5
Talon had been working a lot lately.
Exhausted under mountains of paperwork, the Headmaster finally found he had had enough and pushed the whole stack to the floor. He felt regret take him almost as soon as he had done it however, knowing he'd have to spend another five minutes picking it all up and sorting it back out again.
How long had it been since this secretarial nightmare began? He remembered Rezna coming back, a few instances after that involving Roan and the Shadow without a name, the Quidditch season, the dance, and then his birthday. After that...it all just sort of rolled downhill.
It rolled, and rolled, and rolled, and rolled.
He smacked his head down against his desk, and felt a sharp rush of pain strike through it. Blood gushed from his forehead and his right hand went quickly to the wound as he sputtered in anguish. His sapphire eyes fell upon the instrument of his suffering - the dagger he had taken from Lucius all those months ago.
Did he really forget about it so soon? It supposedly contained what could be assumed to be a very powerful demon. Lucius had used the power and grew dangerous, claiming it was only a fraction of his total potential while bound to the monster's power.
How could he have just pushed it aside, something that could've caused so much damage?
Must've been the paperwork, thought Talon to himself. His eyes focused on the dagger, but he was no longer just staring. It was now in his hands, and he fondled the blood-stained blade in a fashion far too loving to be considered 'out of pure interest.' He whispered to it with words too soft to be heard, before being shaken out of his trance by a ghastly phenomenon.
The blood was gone. Absorbed into the metal of the blade.
He was instantly reminded of the devilish nature of the weapon, and immediately put it back down again, opened a drawer, and put it in. 'Yes, forget about it. That's probably the best option. Keep it away from Lucius.' He shook his head, and let out a deep breath. "I...I need to maybe...file this stuff away...for later," he muttered to himself for clarity, though he spoke aloud as if in hope that somebody else was there. Anybody other than that thing in his drawer.
Exhausted under mountains of paperwork, the Headmaster finally found he had had enough and pushed the whole stack to the floor. He felt regret take him almost as soon as he had done it however, knowing he'd have to spend another five minutes picking it all up and sorting it back out again.
How long had it been since this secretarial nightmare began? He remembered Rezna coming back, a few instances after that involving Roan and the Shadow without a name, the Quidditch season, the dance, and then his birthday. After that...it all just sort of rolled downhill.
It rolled, and rolled, and rolled, and rolled.
He smacked his head down against his desk, and felt a sharp rush of pain strike through it. Blood gushed from his forehead and his right hand went quickly to the wound as he sputtered in anguish. His sapphire eyes fell upon the instrument of his suffering - the dagger he had taken from Lucius all those months ago.
Did he really forget about it so soon? It supposedly contained what could be assumed to be a very powerful demon. Lucius had used the power and grew dangerous, claiming it was only a fraction of his total potential while bound to the monster's power.
How could he have just pushed it aside, something that could've caused so much damage?
Must've been the paperwork, thought Talon to himself. His eyes focused on the dagger, but he was no longer just staring. It was now in his hands, and he fondled the blood-stained blade in a fashion far too loving to be considered 'out of pure interest.' He whispered to it with words too soft to be heard, before being shaken out of his trance by a ghastly phenomenon.
The blood was gone. Absorbed into the metal of the blade.
He was instantly reminded of the devilish nature of the weapon, and immediately put it back down again, opened a drawer, and put it in. 'Yes, forget about it. That's probably the best option. Keep it away from Lucius.' He shook his head, and let out a deep breath. "I...I need to maybe...file this stuff away...for later," he muttered to himself for clarity, though he spoke aloud as if in hope that somebody else was there. Anybody other than that thing in his drawer.