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BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED
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autidcte:
« … you’re getting definitely too much stubbornness from me. » he can’t avoid commenting - but he also can’t avoid admitting to himself that ales is kinda right. as the other keeps talking about how things always go, spes’ head is actually slowly lowering, aiming for that few minutes rest on the table. and eventually, with the third sigh, the alchemist lets his head down, because what do you want to do at this point, and thinks of ales’ latest words for a solid couple of seconds.
« i’d… » he begins, pausing the moment after. he’s feeling like he’s taking advantage of the situation, somehow. he… he really hates it. « … i’d like some pancakes. if. if you… want to do them. »
“It was bound to happen, someday.” Ales simply shrugs, actually doing his best not to smile lightly at that. Spes can be... really childish, every now and then. He sure isn’t liking his current situation, at his student’s mercy - and yet, as terrible as it could be to say it? The young prince sure as hell loves being the one sassying out the other, for once.
“Of course I want to make pancakes. I think there’s still some mix left from last time.” he nods, already reaching for the pan and looking for the ingredients, all puffed up and ready to start BAKIN’...
...just to hesitate a moment, as he takes a bowl.
“...that’s it, tho?” he dares to finally ask, finally back to a more gentle and insecure “It’s just low sugar, or...?”
“...why do I have a sudden weird feeling?”
Is it good???? It seems a good feeling. He doesn’t know. What the fuck.
he’s holding his head, letting out a deep sigh. he’s feeling much better after that forced, lavish dinner, but the lowering of his pressure because of sugar lack was pretty strong this time. if it wasn’t for the other one, he would probably still be hugging the sugar jar, trembling and panting.
« … i’m fine now, i’m serious. » he lets out with a second sigh. « you don’t need to stay here. »
“With all the respect, mister Spes? I beg to differ.”
Oh, Ales. Always far too protective towards his teacher - and one could say rightfully so -, but he still doesn’t accept the idea that the man who was clearly this close to faint for lack of sugar could take care of himself, apparently. Who would’ve thought.
“I saw this happening one time too many. You going ooh I’m fine, and then staying with your head on the table for the next few minutes. Seriously, if there’s anything I can do just tell me. I’m here for this.”
dear diary, today i’ve stolen my teacher’s notes and attempted to replicate them in a very poor way, and then put them back right where they were, so he couldn’t notice! unfortunately, he did, because my teacher isn’t stupid.
i’m not doing it ever again!
right, ales?
( it’s followed by a little drawing of spes, made by spes himself, and a “caught you” written beside it. )
autidcte:
mhh. no. no, ales. you’re not telling things right. spes keeps looking at the assistant, with an inquiring gaze that tells clearly that he’s not believing a single word. he saw ales having to deal with machines that go “a little wrong”, and he never had that face. so either that machine went very incredibly wrong, or behind that door isn’t a machine.
and the alchemist is about to say this out loud, when a roar interrupts him. confirming immediately the second theory.
« … uhm, ales? » he begins again, his voice definitely FAR more tense now. « i’m really not a machines expert, but that didn’t sound like a machine at all. ales? what’s behind that door? »
Oh no. He repeated his name more than once in far too little time. He knows what that means.
That he’s knee-deep in shit.
“Soooooooo-” ok, this is a good start. Something better than a blatant lie “You know how- Like, how you got that one dead rabbit, and you were like, ‘yeah, I’m going to experiment on that, seeing how a corpse reacts to this and that’? W-Well, I read about the dead-alive potion, or... however they called it in that one book you were reading yesterd-”
BOOM! The door menacingly creaks under the weight of whatever is in there, accompanied by a roar from inside and a yelp from the mechanic, who quickly lies once again on it. Ok ok ok, time to wrap it up a little faster.
“SO I MESSED UP, I thought I could’ve done it, the mixture was difficult but the spell didn’t seem that hard, I just wanted to-” impress you “experiment, and now that thing is like-- this huge zombie rabbit I don’t know I’m so sorry--!”
infernalpursuit asked. [sinenequitia] local boy runs out of a room just to very quickly put his back on the door, keeping in… whatever is in there. He’s about to take a long, deep breath before he sees his teacher walzing in. In the wrost moment ever. “GREETINGS MR SPES SIR YOU’RE BACK EARLY”
long, long confused moment of pause. the alchemist’s eyes go from the assistant, to the door he’s leaning his back on, again on the assistant. and an eyebrow rises.
« if you’re trying to keep something hidden, you’re really terrible at it. » he says, as direct as ever, his voice just slightly tense. « … what’s happening, ales? »
@sinenequitia.
Did he really think he handled it just right? ...no. Not one bit. The high pitched tone he used alone was enough of a hint nothing was fine. This is what you get for trying and play the little alchemist, Ales. Everything goes to crap.
“N-Nothing at all, no sir!” he still forces himself to smile and laugh, reaching for every single straw he could find “I was just- You know, when a machine goes a little wrong and you make a mess, I didn’t want you to see all the oil it spilled, ahha--”
---and cue a roar. Guttural, dark, as low and menacing as it could be.
“...”
Crap.
“...machines these days, am I right?”
autidcte:
« … oh! right! i didn’t tell you. » spes basically snaps back into reality, blinking a couple of times to accustom the eyes to the room once again. he was so focused on the black goo moving that he began to feel like he was standing in a dark room. huh, it’s actually an interesting thought. he should write it down.
« yes, definitely you can ask! » he begins answering, as he puts the jar on the table and he begins to rapidly take notes. his eyes keep moving from the goo to his notes, and occasionally to ales, everything while he keeps talking.
« and exactly… i have no idea. » he says. « what i believe it is, it’s probably a fragment of a nightmare from the cave. it was separated from the rest of the body, and therefore had no life nor reactions. until now. » he adds with a smile, poking the jar with the point of the pen.
« i think, at least. i’m not exactly sure for now. »
...he doesn’t know.
Of course he doesn’-- Taking a long, deep breath, Ales’ eyes went from his master to the... thing. In his hand. Spes was amazing, of course - the absolute best teacher he could ask for, but that? That was...
Unsettling.
Very very very unsletting. And somehow the explaination of what it could be didn’t make him any more calm about it.
“...and-” he takes a deep breath, realizing his voice cracked. Oh dear. Oh no. “And... why is that, like. Here?”