Post by Zaelus Mortiche on Jul 7, 2008 1:04:55 GMT -5
The breaths became still, almost halted, as his eyes snapped up quickly enough to see the bolt that the witch had sent his way after the bitter words that echoed in his mind. It had met with something untangeable, and splintered out either side before it had the chance to even grace his book, causing it to break into fragments of the whisping magic it once was with a ferocious glare. The pools of sea-green had paled, teeth grit as he clenched the book with a bone-snapping strength.
The books began to peel themselves from the shelves to smash into the floor at a rapid rate, tier after tier stretching out from the boy as his lips twitched downward. His eyes had become a lucid silver a his uncontrolled outburst spat upon the hardwood flooring.
"Do you want a blasted medal for that achievement?" Zael snapped in a loud voice, responding in clarity to what he did register as words spoken to him through his mind. "If you couldn't recall even with all of your infamous abilities the last time you mentioned that, I clearly registered what the fuck you said."
Zaelus put his arms to his side and walked down the aisle with a strong, determined pace. No physical contact, or verbal communication, was placed on the level to deserve the scrutiny, or harsh judgement of any magical spell, if it was given in any form other than abuse or torture. He had done neither, and it seemed mildly ironic that a former aquaintance like her would be the one to cause his first on-campus anxiety attack, and not the wench he had encountered at the start.
"Never, ever, cast that repulsive shit at me again." Zael said in a deep, raspy tone of voice before he had stormed right past her, bringing a hand to his forehead as his chest convulsed with pain and tension. He ripped the door open with his free arm, rushing through its mouth before he closed it tightly behind with a forceful slam.
His lungs heaved, and sweat smothered the pores of his foreheas, coughs racking his dry throat as his eyes had deepened to a murky green. He fished into his pocket for a prescription bottle of white portioned pills, unscrewing the lid with trembling fingertips and pouring five into the palm of his hand. He shot it into his mouth and swallowed dry, coughing a minor amount into his hand. He cursed, taking deep breaths while muttering under his breath. Going to this school was supposed to help him with his anxiety attacks and unlucky curse, not cause him to have one the first day he was here.
He shoved the pill bottle back in his pocket, and cursed his powers. It seemed foolish to think that going to a school of the 'magicks' would be capable of taming such a thing, no matter what it had promised him. A hand clasped his mouth as he kept himself from another bought of coughs and began to tread down the hallway with an uneasy step, barely noticing that he still clutched the book from earlier.
The books began to peel themselves from the shelves to smash into the floor at a rapid rate, tier after tier stretching out from the boy as his lips twitched downward. His eyes had become a lucid silver a his uncontrolled outburst spat upon the hardwood flooring.
"Do you want a blasted medal for that achievement?" Zael snapped in a loud voice, responding in clarity to what he did register as words spoken to him through his mind. "If you couldn't recall even with all of your infamous abilities the last time you mentioned that, I clearly registered what the fuck you said."
Zaelus put his arms to his side and walked down the aisle with a strong, determined pace. No physical contact, or verbal communication, was placed on the level to deserve the scrutiny, or harsh judgement of any magical spell, if it was given in any form other than abuse or torture. He had done neither, and it seemed mildly ironic that a former aquaintance like her would be the one to cause his first on-campus anxiety attack, and not the wench he had encountered at the start.
"Never, ever, cast that repulsive shit at me again." Zael said in a deep, raspy tone of voice before he had stormed right past her, bringing a hand to his forehead as his chest convulsed with pain and tension. He ripped the door open with his free arm, rushing through its mouth before he closed it tightly behind with a forceful slam.
His lungs heaved, and sweat smothered the pores of his foreheas, coughs racking his dry throat as his eyes had deepened to a murky green. He fished into his pocket for a prescription bottle of white portioned pills, unscrewing the lid with trembling fingertips and pouring five into the palm of his hand. He shot it into his mouth and swallowed dry, coughing a minor amount into his hand. He cursed, taking deep breaths while muttering under his breath. Going to this school was supposed to help him with his anxiety attacks and unlucky curse, not cause him to have one the first day he was here.
He shoved the pill bottle back in his pocket, and cursed his powers. It seemed foolish to think that going to a school of the 'magicks' would be capable of taming such a thing, no matter what it had promised him. A hand clasped his mouth as he kept himself from another bought of coughs and began to tread down the hallway with an uneasy step, barely noticing that he still clutched the book from earlier.