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"No popcorn," Karen murmured, scandalized, as she made her way onto the green with a scowl. It wasn't any matter. She'd bought a massive bag of popcorn off-campus - one the size of a body pillow - and carried it in her loving embrace as she elbowed past a number of students. The movies wouldn't s...
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family secrets / gaius & vishnal
@im-at-your-service !!
Gaius, possibly above all else, adored his nephews. He’d never been closely tied to his family, his tendencies towards isolation made interactions with his brothers and parents a rarity, but from the first day he’d heard of their enrolment in Harvest Academy . . . he may have clung to them a bit too much.
His bias became especially crystal clear during his ceramics class, in which he instructed one of the blue-haired duo, Vishnal. An extra care and attention was always brought to his work and critiques, but as he examined Vishnal’s latest creation that day, his expression had fallen serious.
❛ Yes . . . Hm, I see . . . How curious. I wasn’t expecting such– ❜ he mumbled to himself, slowly tilting his head left to right to examine the work from different angles. ❛ Vishy, ❜ – the loving endearment he’d given to his purest of nephews, despite being so obviously unprofessional – ❛ answer me honestly, what inspired you to create this piece ? ❜
Distraction || Marlin & Gaius
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rheinriesling:
Marlin opened his mouth, then closed it again, his eyes lingering on the potter’s wheel. There were far too many things he could say, and just as many reasons why he couldn’t say them at all.
I want to drown myself in tequila. I want to smoke a million packs of cigarettes. I want to indulge in a body that I never should’ve touched in the first place. I want to bury myself in experience before it’s too late.
He gathered himself up again, coming back from the edge of his thoughts. “I…happened by your classroom,” he finally said. “Thought you might be working on something. Wondered if perhaps I could watch.” Because admitting that he was correct - that Marlin ached for company right now, especially from someone who barely knew him and wouldn’t ask too many questions.
He slunk inside the room, shoulders hunched forward as he walked, and tilted his head to the side. “What are you creating today, then?”
Marlin’s hesitation went unnoticed, and thusly, unremarked on. Gaius only ever had one foot in reality when he began his work after classes, and while his attention might have been scarce outside of his ceramics, he appreciated having the company.
❛ I see! Well, You’re always welcome to visit me, Marlin. ❜ even if they’d never spoken more than in brief passings during meetings. Their fields of expertise never crossed or lined up, and Gaius wasn’t exactly the best at introductions or conversation beyond those topics . . . ( he’d have to make an effort to change that now! )
❛ Come sit down next to me! Watching pottery is a great way to clear your mind; I find it to be a stress relief, ❜ his hands appeared to already be covered in clay and water, mostly from his class prior. Gaius reached for a chunk of clay and placed it in the centre, forming it into a more workable shape before the wheel began to spin.
❛ I’m making a bowl for my brother’s wife, ❜ he hummed to himself, ❛ I wasn’t there to attend the wedding myself . . . but she expressed an interest in my designs, so I wanted to make something she’d enjoy. I was thinking of painting flowers or fruit on it, but I’m not sure. ❜
◌◌◌ metalwork ◌◌◌
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⌜ ◌◌◌ – Despite having spent quite a lot of his time and effort in bettering himself, Gray still has not improved much in the craft. He hasn’t been able to ask his instructor about… welll… anything so far and even before with his grandpa, asking wasn’t even an option. Before he could do that, he’d already be yelled at for doing something wrong. So now that he is facing someone who looks a lot nicer and kinder, Gray feels a little self-conscious and embarrassed about his skills. Or rather, the lack of it. ⌟
⌜ ◌◌◌ – “I wanted to ask your help on something… it’s a little outdated. But it’s about, err–” Instead of explaining, Gray pulls out his bag and began rummaging it. A small pouch that sounds like it contained coins were brought out, but instead of revealing coins, Gray takes out small metallic flowers. The petals were all of different sizes and some curves weren’t even perfect. ⌟
⌜ ◌◌◌ – “I-it’s not very good! I know!” He already says defensively, palm closing to hide his shame. “But I’ve been making this for practice and I… just can’t get it right. The petals are too small and I have problems with measuring them… is there a trick or something?” ⌟
Gaius easily picked up on Gray’s nervous tendencies, recognizing them as his own when he was also back in high school: his teacher had been harshly critical on the finer details, and it was a habit that took him a while to break. Something about this realization struck Gaius a little out of the blue, but he hoped he hadn’t given off an unapproachable impression to his student.
He watched Gray pull out the small metallic flowers, and gave a soft ‘oooh’ when he saw their designs. Overall, the complication very clearly went towards an unsteady hand and impatience, but he would’ve awarded bonus points for creativity. Metalwork went beyond rough cuts and structures: it was a lot more difficult for someone to work with it using a gentle hand.
❛ No, it’s good ! ❜ he reassured Gray, waving a hand in the air and laughing a bit. ❛ It takes a lot of guts to work with metal for something so delicate. You can’t force the metal to bend to your whim, and it takes patience to work this; my eye is proof of that. ❜
❛ If you have the time to stay, why don’t we recreate them together? I’d be happy to go over the steps with you. ♪ ❜
Missed You || Violet & Gaius
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Violet quickly withdrew her hands when she saw him wake. Her face reddened and her palms grew sweaty. It had always been this way; she had always been this way around him. And she knew exactly why. Violet liked Gaius. She always had. She just didn’t know if he felt the same and she was too shy to tell him her feelings even after all these years.
“N-no, I, uh… I suppose they haven’t,” she said, chuckling softly.
She fiddled her thumbs, unable to look at him except out of the corner of her eye now that he was awake. She couldn’t believe she’d actually held his hand for as long as she did. What if someone had seen? What would they think? Would they think she was some weirdo stalker or just some silly girl with a crush? Neither were really fitting for being a school nurse though…
“H-how are you feeling, Gaius?”
Gaius’ hand hadn’t been drawn back, and he only just realized the fact when Violet moved her own. Words seemed to fail him and he quickly retreated his hand back onto his lap. He wasn’t sure what happened to him when he was around Violet: instinctively his heart rate seemed to pound and he’d feel his face heat up. It was only around her . . .
( Sometimes, he wondered if his awkwardness was simply some kind of cruel curse. )
❛ I-I’m feeling, uh . . . ❜ he glanced downwards and found it easier to talk when he wasn’t looking directly at Violet. Was it possible for her to have grown cuter over these years, or was he imagining things ? ❛ . . . er, kind of warm? A little dizzy, but I can— ❜
❛ Ah! My class! ❜ his gaze shot back up and immediately to the door. ❛ They need me, I have to go— ❜ Gaius sat up, though was suddenly hit with a bad dizzy spell, causing him to sway slightly back and forth. ❛ I-I have to . . . ❜
Distraction || Marlin & Gaius
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Gaius was not someone Marlin knew well, but he seemed an upstanding enough fellow, and that meant when Marlin’s head was spinning from the, ah, events of the past few weekends, he ended up wandering through to the electives building after classes looking for a distraction.
Normally the other professor could be found working on something a little different than he might demonstrate in class. While he - just like everyone else Marlin knew - couldn’t be trusted as a confidant in the matters that occupied his mind more than anything, perhaps watching him work might be enough to send Marlin home. Alone.
He palmed his cigarettes when he hit the front steps, then just as quickly dropped his hand away - he couldn’t lean on those, not right now, or he’d go back on everything he’d been thinking and planning - before he opened the door and slunk inside. Quiet. Most teachers had already gone home. But he had a few hours before he was required to be off campus. By the time he got there, his mind would be clear again.
He wandered to the ceramics classroom and hesitated in the hallway before leaning on the doorframe. “Hey,” he called. “Can I come in?”
Whether they were familiar with Gaius or not, his schedule was no secret to both his co-workers and students: if there weren’t a law forbidding it, he probably would’ve slept overnight in his classrooms and worked from dawn till dusk. Even with that knowledge, not many ever bothered to visit him... Gaius wasn’t exactly the most popular amongst their staff– as much as he wanted to be the ‘cool teacher.’
The figure standing outside his door shocked him a little, and he blinked a few times before he cast his gaze over his shoulder to see who had approached him.
❛ Marlin? ❜ he thought out loud. His expression quickly gave in to a soft smile. ❛ Of course! Come in and make yourself at home. ❜ Gaius turned back towards his work, where it seemed he was preparing to make another piece on the potter’s wheel. ❛ Did you need something, or were you just looking for some company? ❜
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◌◌◌ metalwork ◌◌◌
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⌜ ◌◌◌ – Gray loves his metalworking elective but it does not love him. Much like with his apprenticeship with his grandfather, Gray’s progress with his crafting skills isn’t very remarkable. His short temper negates him from continuing a project when it goes downhill and he keeps starting from scratch. Today, he tries to pay attention in class to the best of his abilities and maybe even ask when he feels lost. Too bad that didn’t work out well for him. ⌟
⌜ ◌◌◌ – “ Mr. Ferrum, Sir– ” He tried to raise his hand but he kept it on his desk, his voice too low to hear. When the instructor was nearby, some other student always beats him to it and he ends up swallowing his question. This went on for the rest of the class and Gray grew more and more frustrated. After class, he’ll try again. This time for sure…! ⌟
⌜ ◌◌◌ – When class ends, Gray packs up his belongings but doesn’t leave the classroom just yet. Instead, he heads straight towards the teacher’s desk and works up the nerve to speak, “ Um, sir. It’s a little late but… I was hoping to get– ” Ughh… why do I suck? “– your help with something.” ⌟
For Gaius, metalworking had never been viewed as a career or an easy way for him to bring in money, rather it was something he thought of as a passion. It was never a job or a hassle to work with his students, rather an opportunity to share his knowledge on a common interest. In this way, he fell short as a teacher: though his experience with the craft was unmatched, interacting with and supporting his students equally was something of a mystery to him.
Unfortunately, it was an issue that Gaius had yet to realize.
He typically spent the class helping the louder kids, those with a natural talent to shape and craft the metal, and Gaius only needing to give a few helpful remarks on ways they could fine-tune it. ( Another day, another wonderful success, it looked like !! ♪ )
As class concluded, Gaius was a little surprised when he was approached.
❛ Ah, Gray. ❜ he greeted, admittedly a little excited to have one of his quieter students ask for help. ( Had he been too nervous during class? ) ❛ It’s never too late to ask a question. What do you need? ❜
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As a chaperone, Gaius probably could’ve shown up in his everyday attire and neither his coworkers or students would’ve batted an eye, but there may or may not have been someone he was hoping to impress. He tried to find a middle ground without making his efforts too obvious, and prayed he would soon find the courage to ask her to dance with him.
Missed You || Violet & Gaius
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It had been a long time since Violet last saw Gaius. Okay, maybe not a long, long - just a couple of years - but it felt like a really long time to her. So imagine her surprise when she saw him being carried into her infirmary by one of his bulkier students.
“Thank you, Bob. I appreciate your help.”
He said there was no reason to thank him; he was just doing his job. She wondered about that.
Bob set Gaius down on one of the beds in the infirmary and went his merry way, leaving Violet to her own devices. And that meant rolling her chair over to where his bed was.
With him asleep, she could be a bit bold… That is, she took one of his hands in both of hers, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles, before just holding his hand.
“You always did work yourself too hard…”
The summer sun and the heat from his metalworking class never combined well: a lesson he’d learned many times over, even as a young child, but it seemed to never stick in his mind for very long. Gaius was passionate about his work to a fault, and he was lucky to have his students around to catch him during his fainting episodes.
He’d been passed out cold as one of his stronger students carried him to the infirmary, and it took a while for him to finally come to. Gaius realized what had happened almost immediately (it was close to routine at this point,) and he slowly opened his eyes, feeling a gentle touch clasped around his hand.
Immediately, Gaius’ face went red.
❛ O-Oh! Violet!! ❜ he smiled, feeling his words catch in his throat and his heart pound against his chest. ❛ Ah....Ahaha... I guess things haven’t changed much since college, huh? ❜ they’d shared the few odd classes together, both studying to become teachers, and whenever he’d passed out, it had always been her to rush to his aid.
