Post by Adeline on Jul 14, 2009 14:01:08 GMT -5
It had been a tiring day, Sven thought as he took his dinner in the mess hall, sitting down at a table, completely exhausted. He was being made a complete fool of, and it was all due to his silly little apprentice: Dante. Shy, meek, clumsy, Sven honestly could not have imagined a worse candidate for his first job as a mentor. Of course he would never tell Dante that. He didn't have the highest expectations that she would even be able to make it as a Fledgling, she just didn't have enough confidence in herself.
Take today for example: Sven was calmly attempting to teach the kid how follow someone without seeming like you're following them, when WHOOMP she runs straight into a wolf who was carrying a recently purchased plant. Suffice to say the wolf was not pleased, Sven was not pleased, Dante was hysterical, and the couple of Angels in the square surreptitiously watching were both amused and disappointed.
When he was walking through the facility to the Mess Hall, Sven heard the stifled whispers and laughs of his fellow Guild members. They all thought him a failure. "And Christ, I am," he muttered to himself. "I can't even teach a girl to avoid walking into 6-ft wolves holding potted plants..."
This thought sparked a self-pity rage. Not only could he not teach Dante anything, or fix her in any way, he hadn't had sex in over a week-it was getting more and more difficult to hide it from the eyes of the Seraphim. He was sure he was constantly being followed (he was a high class detective himself, he knew when someone was following him), even though he had managed to shake him off a couple of times. It kind of depressed him that he had to work his brain and think of complex strategies not for any reason but to fornicate. What was the big deal anyways? Why did relationships have to be limited to Angels? It was stricter than the Puritans...kind of...
He was being angsty. He felt like an unfulfilled failure, which was, essentially what he was. Angrily, he stuck his fork in his meal, brooding over his situation.
Take today for example: Sven was calmly attempting to teach the kid how follow someone without seeming like you're following them, when WHOOMP she runs straight into a wolf who was carrying a recently purchased plant. Suffice to say the wolf was not pleased, Sven was not pleased, Dante was hysterical, and the couple of Angels in the square surreptitiously watching were both amused and disappointed.
When he was walking through the facility to the Mess Hall, Sven heard the stifled whispers and laughs of his fellow Guild members. They all thought him a failure. "And Christ, I am," he muttered to himself. "I can't even teach a girl to avoid walking into 6-ft wolves holding potted plants..."
This thought sparked a self-pity rage. Not only could he not teach Dante anything, or fix her in any way, he hadn't had sex in over a week-it was getting more and more difficult to hide it from the eyes of the Seraphim. He was sure he was constantly being followed (he was a high class detective himself, he knew when someone was following him), even though he had managed to shake him off a couple of times. It kind of depressed him that he had to work his brain and think of complex strategies not for any reason but to fornicate. What was the big deal anyways? Why did relationships have to be limited to Angels? It was stricter than the Puritans...kind of...
He was being angsty. He felt like an unfulfilled failure, which was, essentially what he was. Angrily, he stuck his fork in his meal, brooding over his situation.