You are just the most 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 little headache, aren't you?
If you have nothing of note to discuss, you can be on your way.
Keep away from my students. Thank you. Good𝘣𝘺𝘦.
Oh , come now , Headmaster . . . I know you’re quite the busy cookie !
Let’s say . . . You’re not the only one watching a certain cookie here , yes ?
Can’t help it with the cute and vulnerable ones , hmm ?
The roots are already digging in.
By the time you get rid of them—if you do—you won't recognize yourself from just how much they have stripped and molded.
You may even start searching for that same feeling of sickness again.
You were never meant to be free from ruin. From me.
✒️; To infect you with the constant thought of me, that is love. My love is your favorite sickness, seeping into every corner and crevice. Latching onto every nerve, each artery and organ.
It will change you in ways you never thought possible, and isn't that so beautiful?
Look at how quickly the little one perked up.
New thoughts and old ideas began to slot themselves into the space of Azure's mind where his most recent sadistic urge had been.
Right, right.
It was about time to keep track of just what made Pure Vanilla tick.
He's not in trouble!
Utterly relieved, Pure Vanilla offers Headmaster a smile before coming back to the classroom. Now he won't need to worry about staying late in the evening or having to write on the whiteboard over and over again about disobeying, or something like that.
would just mope until he could be consoled by either himself or the other star student in the class.
"Go on, back to class. Don't let this happen again."
He stared down at the boy with a small smile that did not match the look in his now empty eye. It would be amusing to punish him anyways. To break him down a little further, make him apologize for something that he knew very well he couldn't control.
... But if he did, the boy
Pure Vanilla seems to visibly relax at the notable lack of a negative reaction. He doesn't notice the small indications of laughter.
"So I'm not in trouble?"
the two of them, and no one else.
Azure cleared his throat, "We have something to discuss, but it would be a shame to pull you away from your education for too long. I'm sure you'd agree."
"Ah."
Wide, pale blue eye couldn't help crinkle, tongue against the roof of his mouth in an attempt to control the familiar mirth suddenly buzzing beneath his skin. To laugh at the boy while his body is waking up would be ����𝘶𝘥𝘦, and he didn't want any reason for him to shrink
"The... the bed wasn't wet. Just. Me? And it didn't feel like... Urine."
Witches, please swallow him whole. He does not want to be here or have this conversation. Maybe it would have been better to just skip the whole day at school and pretend to be sick.
away from telling his beloved headmaster about these things.
He stood slowly, to his full height. This could open so many doors for the both of them... Unfortunately, he couldn't take advantage of that right now. Not in such an open space. These were conversations meant for only
//🪻; i want to keep my replies as story oriented as possible, but I keep imagining azure mentally reminding himself to not laugh at this little farm boy.