(log) Blinded to see the cruelty of the Beast, it is the darker side of me (Active/Closed)

[bitter_inferno]

Name(s): Godot, Ashelia (closed)
Location: Godot's cafe office
Content: Apology time and a meeting of minds
Week: 32
Time: Saturday morning
Rating: PG-13?

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[nethiciteashe]

When the request for a meeting between Ashe and Godot had come though, the Trnasfiguration professor had been extremely surprised. She was so used to him trying to tear her down that the idea of a talk between them had been a shock honestly. She hadn't known quite how to respond at first, but then she had agreed that they did need to talk. Some sort of boundary needed to be drawn before he finally caused her to snap.

Ashe prided herself on being calm. She didn't want to snap in front of her students.

The meeting had been postponed a bit and she really couldn't blame the other professor for wanting a little time to cool off, so she'd taken that time to figure out a suitable approach to whatever this was going to end up as. When the agreed-upon date finally rolled around, Ashe made her way down to the Philosophy office, wondering just how horribly this was going to end up. Raising her fist, she knocked firmly on the door, expression determined. She was not going to let him get to her this time.

[bitter_inferno]

The knock resounded in Godot's mind a moment before the significance of the sound registered. He stood, walking past the magical source from which rose the rich sound of muggle jazz and the row of beloved coffee machines, beans and blends. His hand rested on the cool metal of the door handle before the drew was drawn open to reveal the woman he'd wronged so thoroughly. "Lady Dalmasca," Godot said in formal greeting, not sure of the details of her heritage beyond "pure blood" and the rumours of her parents' murder. His research had not been entirely exhaustive, but such was his own fault.

Inclining his head towards the overstuffed, cream-coloured armchairs, Godot pulled the door open to indicate she was welcome to enter and sit. "I've kept you waiting." Too long to answer the door; perhaps. To apologise? Most certainly. Any body of water left too long would go stagnant. Movement was the very essence of life. Waiting is a fatal poison, came the bitter reminder from the dark depths of his mind. That was another issue with Ashelia

apologies for the delayed novel >>a

[nethiciteashe]

Ashe wasn’t kept waiting very long, but it was long enough to make her nervous about coming again. By the time the door was finally pulled open, Ashe’s arms were folded tightly across her chest and her expression was business-like. Professor Ashelia will do, thank you, was her automatic response whenever someone referred to her by her last name, though this time she didn’t say anything about it. If Professor Godot felt the need to actually use her name, there was no way she would give him an excuse to call her anything else. Much as she disliked the way her last name sounded at times, particularly combined with the title ‘Professor,’ she had to admit that it was a step up from ‘Coward

My mighty heart is broken XDDD <3

[bitter_inferno]

Godot's expression remained somber as he sunk into one of the chairs, free of the usual grin that varied from anything between cheeky and cruel. There was a beat after she spoke, the very barest of smiles tugging at his lips as she complimented the coffee before the more serious air returned. "I did." Pausing, he took a long draw of his coffee. He needed it. For a man like Godot, apologies did not come easily. And yet, this must be done.

"I wanted to apologise." Another pause, another sip of coffee, and now his elbow was propped up on the arm of his chair. Pull yourself together. Are you a man or an infant? "I reacted too personally to the werewolf incident. You didn't deserve the foul brew you were handed. The situation was challenging enough without a demon at you shoulder." Godot bowed his head a little. "Even more so because of the events of last week