Post by Asher MacAra on Nov 22, 2016 21:29:13 GMT
Weekly check-ins: not a necessary practice, but a practice which Asher had decided might improve the training system overall. After all, an informed department is an effective department, or so he hoped. Currently, sitting behind his desk and nursing an overwhelming migraine, the thought of speaking with anyone was unwelcome, yet Ella Grey's name sat on his calendar. One more check-in and Asher could leave the school grounds for the remainder of the evening. Maybe he could go for a romp about the woods and enjoy the fresh air, or he could read a book on the edge of Foys Lake. Anything would be preferable to the blades searing through his skull and back.
Asher laid his head down upon his desk and draped the latest edition of the school paper over his head, blocking out what light he could and focusing on his latest lesson.
Knight of Faith. Through God, all things are possible. I accept this pain and fuckery as a price of living, and I have infinite faith that it will go away....
Of course, no human could ever live up to the paradoxical expectations placed upon the Knight of Faith, especially not Asher, so he sighed and dropped his hands onto his desk with a resounding thump just in time to hear footsteps approaching. Asher sat up in his chair, ignoring the sharp pain in his skull, and tossed the newspaper from atop his head, hoping that he had managed to make himself presentable in time.
Asher laid his head down upon his desk and draped the latest edition of the school paper over his head, blocking out what light he could and focusing on his latest lesson.
Knight of Faith. Through God, all things are possible. I accept this pain and fuckery as a price of living, and I have infinite faith that it will go away....
Of course, no human could ever live up to the paradoxical expectations placed upon the Knight of Faith, especially not Asher, so he sighed and dropped his hands onto his desk with a resounding thump just in time to hear footsteps approaching. Asher sat up in his chair, ignoring the sharp pain in his skull, and tossed the newspaper from atop his head, hoping that he had managed to make himself presentable in time.
