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Avery No. [Open]
Who: Avery, open -- will match tagging format
What: Avery goes about his days. And ends up in the infirmary by the end. Again.
When: After midterms, before An Icy Reception. Flexible with timelines.
Where: The library, Avery's office, the infirmary,
Warnings: Prompt B and its responses are likely going to reference injury, trauma, and a yandere ex. Will update depending on how the threads go. Please contact me if I miss any warnings and I'll get things corrected.
A. Sweet Dreams - Library
Deep in the darkest depths of the library, surrounded by old legal texts and new fantasy novels, you might be lucky enough to find a rare creature. Perhaps one you didn't even think existed.
Mouth open and head tilted back, Avery sits spread out comfortably on one of the armchairs, larhe thermos of Hell Concoction half-drained and unattended.
At least sleep caught up with him in a place that makes sense.
B. Sour Nightmares - Library, after Héctor is de-Hollow'd
Despite his stubbornness, Avery finds himself dragged deep by the cold hands of slumber. He's been avoiding it for awhile now, ever since that whole incident with Héctor had dragged him back into nightmares he had thought long forgotten.
It's been years since he dreamed of iron and blood, of the candles burning down to waxy stubs until he was left in darkness, of his throat burning from unheard screams. The demon doesn't come in these nightmares.
No one does. Not even her. And little by little the last of his strength fades away, and he can hear the rats skittering toward him, eager to feast upon what meager flesh is still on his bones.
He wakes up in the library with a start, wild-eyed and drenched in a cold sweat. He feels something around his neck and before he can fully grasp that it isn't, in fact, made of metal, Avery has practically ripped his cravat to shreds, the remains tossed away.
There's light. Electric light.
It's warm.
He's surrounded by bookshelves, not dirty stone.
He leans forward, elbows on his knees and head in his hands, eyes shut as he tries to slow his breathing. The last thing he needs is for someone to see him like this--vulnerable, weak-- and yet here they are, the unmistakable spark of a soul on his senses.
The world is all but growled. A threat within a question. "What?"
C. Accio Office Hours! - Avery's office
Anyone who happens to be walking by Avery's office, whether to visit him personally or just on their way to or from another teacher will catch him staring intently at a variety of fruits spread out across from him at the far edge of his desk.
He frowns in concentration and holds out his hand, a lemon seeming to fall into the desk until it appears again in his hand in a puff of purple smoke.
"Ugh. I was going for the apple."
D. why are you like this - Infirmary
Avery had stepped into the classroom grinning like the cat who got the cream. If that cat were exceptionally sick, shaky, and pale. He had just enough time to have his first set of students collect his midterms and inform them that they were graded in blood (along with a wish for them to sleep well tonight) before he finally collapsed and had to be taken to the infirmary.
For the second time this month.
And yet, for a man who's lost quite a bit of blood, he seems to be in good cheer. He probably shouldn't, but he is. His new pen is so cool you guys.
((NOTE: if the whole blood thing makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to have your characters' midterms be graded in ink. He can always have started that way and switched to being edgy partway through))
What: Avery goes about his days. And ends up in the infirmary by the end. Again.
When: After midterms, before An Icy Reception. Flexible with timelines.
Where: The library, Avery's office, the infirmary,
Warnings: Prompt B and its responses are likely going to reference injury, trauma, and a yandere ex. Will update depending on how the threads go. Please contact me if I miss any warnings and I'll get things corrected.
A. Sweet Dreams - Library
Deep in the darkest depths of the library, surrounded by old legal texts and new fantasy novels, you might be lucky enough to find a rare creature. Perhaps one you didn't even think existed.
Mouth open and head tilted back, Avery sits spread out comfortably on one of the armchairs, larhe thermos of Hell Concoction half-drained and unattended.
At least sleep caught up with him in a place that makes sense.
B. Sour Nightmares - Library, after Héctor is de-Hollow'd
Despite his stubbornness, Avery finds himself dragged deep by the cold hands of slumber. He's been avoiding it for awhile now, ever since that whole incident with Héctor had dragged him back into nightmares he had thought long forgotten.
It's been years since he dreamed of iron and blood, of the candles burning down to waxy stubs until he was left in darkness, of his throat burning from unheard screams. The demon doesn't come in these nightmares.
No one does. Not even her. And little by little the last of his strength fades away, and he can hear the rats skittering toward him, eager to feast upon what meager flesh is still on his bones.
He wakes up in the library with a start, wild-eyed and drenched in a cold sweat. He feels something around his neck and before he can fully grasp that it isn't, in fact, made of metal, Avery has practically ripped his cravat to shreds, the remains tossed away.
There's light. Electric light.
It's warm.
He's surrounded by bookshelves, not dirty stone.
He leans forward, elbows on his knees and head in his hands, eyes shut as he tries to slow his breathing. The last thing he needs is for someone to see him like this--vulnerable, weak-- and yet here they are, the unmistakable spark of a soul on his senses.
The world is all but growled. A threat within a question. "What?"
C. Accio Office Hours! - Avery's office
Anyone who happens to be walking by Avery's office, whether to visit him personally or just on their way to or from another teacher will catch him staring intently at a variety of fruits spread out across from him at the far edge of his desk.
He frowns in concentration and holds out his hand, a lemon seeming to fall into the desk until it appears again in his hand in a puff of purple smoke.
"Ugh. I was going for the apple."
D. why are you like this - Infirmary
Avery had stepped into the classroom grinning like the cat who got the cream. If that cat were exceptionally sick, shaky, and pale. He had just enough time to have his first set of students collect his midterms and inform them that they were graded in blood (along with a wish for them to sleep well tonight) before he finally collapsed and had to be taken to the infirmary.
For the second time this month.
And yet, for a man who's lost quite a bit of blood, he seems to be in good cheer. He probably shouldn't, but he is. His new pen is so cool you guys.
((NOTE: if the whole blood thing makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to have your characters' midterms be graded in ink. He can always have started that way and switched to being edgy partway through))
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"Well... maybe. She let me fix her window in exchange for fixing my stuff. You could probably work something out with her, especially if you don't have cash to spare." Which... he thought Avery did... but maybe he was wrong.
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Inflation is an economic beast he never fully became used to wrestling with.
"I suppose I could work something like that out. Not her window or anything, but a deal? I'm not a teacher here for nothing."
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"You're not going to rope her into some terrible kind of contract thing are you?"
That sounds like something that a teacher is not supposed to do.
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Dios, he's sorry Orihime.
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And he, meanwhile, could put in a good word for Avery.