the occult arts and the teaching thereof
Jan 6, 2012 18:07:26 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Jan 6, 2012 18:07:26 GMT -5
Tybalt had not gotten much sleep at all that night, and anxious that Doom might notice and be displeased he forced himself to be alert and to do all Doom asked or required of him. To his surprise and relief, however, this did not involve anything terrifying but rather, Doom taught him, moving his arms into proper position, the motions that one made to summon or shape magic, curt gestures, the ways in which one's hand curled or lay flat. With Tybalt's muscle memory he took to this very well, and Doom expressed pleasure with his behavior as a student, eager to learn and please and do well, at the end of their session, then dismissed him to do what he would.
Tybalt went to take a startled shower and found himself instead biting his own wrist hard while viciously jerking off. It was not the first time this had happened, but the first disturbing time in which the subject matter in his brain was not, well, fully disturbing - instead of violently being seized by the hair in this vision Doom rested the back of one metal hand kindly on the top of his head.
It might have seemed like cold comfort to most, but for Tybalt it was such a tender gesture that he was more discomfited and horrified that he'd fantasized it than anything else that had entered his mind before it.
Next Doom appeared to actually intend to give Tybalt a spellbook to study from, but Tybalt's anxiety, and the complete disintegration of his ability to learn or pay attention when he believed reading and writing was going to be involved, made him rethink this course of action. As it turned out, though he could learn fewer words at a time of course, Tybalt proved very good at learning the meaning and purpose of a word or incantation that Doom taught him to memorize. In the meantime, the words "You are progressing well, Tybalt" had emblazened themselves in his mind and begun to haunt increasingly vivid and restless dreams.
Some two weeks after they had begun Tybalt was listing off without prompting incantations Doom had worked so hard to teach him, posture very formal, though he looked less soldierly than usual (as much as it was possibly for Tybalt to not look soldierly) in black leggings, a long-sleeved black tunic, and four leather belts tight at his waist, the locket free over his clothes.
Tybalt went to take a startled shower and found himself instead biting his own wrist hard while viciously jerking off. It was not the first time this had happened, but the first disturbing time in which the subject matter in his brain was not, well, fully disturbing - instead of violently being seized by the hair in this vision Doom rested the back of one metal hand kindly on the top of his head.
It might have seemed like cold comfort to most, but for Tybalt it was such a tender gesture that he was more discomfited and horrified that he'd fantasized it than anything else that had entered his mind before it.
Next Doom appeared to actually intend to give Tybalt a spellbook to study from, but Tybalt's anxiety, and the complete disintegration of his ability to learn or pay attention when he believed reading and writing was going to be involved, made him rethink this course of action. As it turned out, though he could learn fewer words at a time of course, Tybalt proved very good at learning the meaning and purpose of a word or incantation that Doom taught him to memorize. In the meantime, the words "You are progressing well, Tybalt" had emblazened themselves in his mind and begun to haunt increasingly vivid and restless dreams.
Some two weeks after they had begun Tybalt was listing off without prompting incantations Doom had worked so hard to teach him, posture very formal, though he looked less soldierly than usual (as much as it was possibly for Tybalt to not look soldierly) in black leggings, a long-sleeved black tunic, and four leather belts tight at his waist, the locket free over his clothes.