Mentor... and Student, a commissioned continuation of Addergoole Yr 17 (@rix_scaedu)
Rix_Scaedu's commissioned continuation of Mentor-Student. Her name is Eurydice; it just never comes up in conversation.
“Well,” Doug admitted to the angry young woman in front of him, “we’re stuck with each other. They think we can work together.”
His Student - or so it seemed it was going to be - raised her eyebrow at him. “You sound so thrilled. Don’t go throwing me a party or anything.”
“Well,” Doug grunted, both embarrassed and annoyed, “you’re right. It’s not how it’s supposed to go.”
“Wait.” She leaned forward. “Say that again.”
Doug didn’t bother asking which part she wanted to hear. He could guess. “You’re right.”
“Awww, yeah.” She lit her lighter again. “I could get used to that. So you don’t like ‘em screwing with the system, either. So why’d they stick you with me? We can ‘work together?’ What’s that code for? You can brainwash me better?”
Doug barked out a laugh. “Not the brainwashing sort.”
“So what then? Are you the arsonist sort?” She flicked her lighter again. Doug imagined that had made some adults flinch, back out in the world. Maybe here, too, considering the fires she’d already lit.
Doug wasn’t worried. He muttered a Working and flicked up a small flame in the palm of his hand. “Sometimes.”
Her eyes widened. “Woah.”
Doug felt his lips curling into a real smile. “Woah,” he agreed. He closed the hand to vanish the fire and gave himself a moment to think about the words he’d use.
“Forget why they wanted us together,” he started slowly. “They are not responsible for this. I can teach you.” He watched something in her face start to close up and he made a wild guess. He smiled the way he might at the start of a battle - a little fierce and a lot ready. “And I’m not afraid of you.”
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“Well,” Doug admitted to the angry young woman in front of him, “we’re stuck with each other. They think we can work together.”
His Student - or so it seemed it was going to be - raised her eyebrow at him. “You sound so thrilled. Don’t go throwing me a party or anything.”
“Well,” Doug grunted, both embarrassed and annoyed, “you’re right. It’s not how it’s supposed to go.”
“Wait.” She leaned forward. “Say that again.”
Doug didn’t bother asking which part she wanted to hear. He could guess. “You’re right.”
“Awww, yeah.” She lit her lighter again. “I could get used to that. So you don’t like ‘em screwing with the system, either. So why’d they stick you with me? We can ‘work together?’ What’s that code for? You can brainwash me better?”
Doug barked out a laugh. “Not the brainwashing sort.”
“So what then? Are you the arsonist sort?” She flicked her lighter again. Doug imagined that had made some adults flinch, back out in the world. Maybe here, too, considering the fires she’d already lit.
Doug wasn’t worried. He muttered a Working and flicked up a small flame in the palm of his hand. “Sometimes.”
Her eyes widened. “Woah.”
Doug felt his lips curling into a real smile. “Woah,” he agreed. He closed the hand to vanish the fire and gave himself a moment to think about the words he’d use.
“Forget why they wanted us together,” he started slowly. “They are not responsible for this. I can teach you.” He watched something in her face start to close up and he made a wild guess. He smiled the way he might at the start of a battle - a little fierce and a lot ready. “And I’m not afraid of you.”
This entry was originally posted at http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1090377.html. You can comment here or there.