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- - - Basic Chemythstry | Aesthi
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So this was what it felt like speaking with someone who actually tried. Marc blinked slowly, blue eyes fixated on the other student. Aesthi wasn’t happy being here: that was something xe had made abundantly clear since the start of their conversation. And yet, looking at the bright grin that stretched out on xys face, and seeing how xe spoke in a generally pleasant tone, he could tell that xe was still making some form of effort. To Marc, it was a very new feeling -much like being in a classroom, although he was gradually beginning to feel more comfortable with that- and nowhere near an unpleasant one.
Hence the slight blush that tinted his cheeks as he went on. “Cryptic is… an arguable qualifier,” Marc said, brows slightly knit together as he focused on finding the correct terminology, before his statement was punctuated by an airy little laugh. “Rubbish is relatively incorrect. It’s not exactly about goodness, but about innocence.” By then, he figured that Aesthi was relaxed enough about the situation to sit down himself, resting his chin against his hand. “I am the son of the Erlking,” he explained simply, an uneasy feeling creeping up his spine at the paradoxical normality of the words. That was something he had never been used to saying: in Rold Skov, people either already knew, or never asked. “He is only seen by the innocent. That’s children, mostly. My brother and I inherited that. If you’ve heard of him, then you must have guessed by now that we’re from Denmark.”
All this aside, Marc couldn’t help but dwell on one statement: I still have an accent? Marc fumbled with his desk, a little absent-mindedly, although his smile never moved. “It’s all very complicated. Not to mention that it might bring up memories for you. So let’s not talk about things like this here, okay?” he offered lightly, eyes slipping to the little frog Aesthi had drawn. They lifted back to the other student when Marc caught the hesitation in xys voice, and he noticed how xe had seemed to be choosing the answer carefully, remaining very vague about xys father and mother. Considering what xe had said about xys sister earlier, he guessed that xe must not have been very close to xys family.
Not that it seemed be anything Aesthi wished to talk about. “Your mother is the Loch Ness monster?” Marc repeated, incredulous. “I’m sorry -you startled me.” He sighed once, looked at xys face, opened his mouth to speak -and sighed again. “I’m trying to think of a polite way to put this. You don’t… well… pardon me for asking, but how exactly were you conceived?”
@unsungcheerio - I won the race.
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