Lazy Afternoons

[schrodinger]

Lying back in repose, the youth's form was as immobile as that of the bed he was in. Crystalline earbuds tucked into his ears (though apparently not connected to anything, strangely), he appeared to have dozed off in the cool November afternoon, seemingly cut off from the rest of the world in his own private realm of sleep.

...

A stirring, an ever so slight flicker of awareness beneath his lightly closed eyelids.

Venser was not sleeping. He was looking, listening to everything going on in the Academy. From his bed, with his eyes closed, he could tell exactly where each person in the school was, listening to the whispering murmurs of their subconscious minds. When he was focusing like this, it was clear to him just who these people were, what they loved, what they feared. To his mind's eye, people were as shimmering clouds, vaguely human-shaped, each particle a worry, a desire, an observation, an emotion. An intrusion of privacy, perhaps, but the regular use of his telepathy, in a controlled form, helped him keep his mind active and healthy, and prevented him from backsliding into mindbreak.

A new person had entered the premises. Male, student, not from around these parts. A new arrival, much like himself, then. Venser had taken up residence in the dormitory only a few days earlier himself, but had quickly gotten acclimatized to the environs. The term had not officially begun, and he planned to take it easy until it did. In fact, he planned to take it easy even when it did start.

In the meantime, he wondered if going down to greet the newcomer would be a good idea.

[schrodinger]

Well, that was unexpected. A number of people had arrived on the threshold of the school, and were in the midst of settling into the dormitory. Venser thought he even detected the presence of a departed individual - paranormal activity indeed. Yes, things were going to become considerably more lively (or deathly, given recent observations) in the near future.

...Not that it really concerned him, though, he was content to while away his time in idyll relaxation. Much like he was at the present moment, really. It was a fine afternoon, and he felt like lazing about just a bit more.

A silver-furred cat crept up onto his chest from where it had been curled up, next to his feet, and set its gaze resolutely on him. Though he was used to Guile residing on some part of him from time to time, its current position on his chest, as well as its weight, made a state of restful meditation impossible, and he found himself with no other recourse but to move, so as to dislodge the furry encumbrance from his body. He was loathe to break the statuesque posture that he had been affixed in for the past few hours, naturally, but his current situation was one of extreme emergency - his ability to breathe simply had to be conserved.

Sitting up, and causing Guile to slide down onto the bed, he noted its accusatory glare, and felt it was an affront to his dignity that a familiar should berate its master so.

"What kind of expression do you think that is?"

The question was purely rhetorical, of course, but Guile, being far more than a simple lolcat, met his inquiry by means of a wide-eyed, desultory gaze, as if to say, "I'm staring at you!"

"Well, clearly, but whatever for?"

But the cat would say no more; it merely leapt off his bed, morphing into a bird in midair, and escaped out of the door, which had been left slightly ajar to let the breeze in. Now he cursed his desire for ventilation, an unfortunate byproduct of which had been the fractious flight of his familiar. He was going to have to go out and look for it, no doubt.

Pulling on a blazer and stepping into his loafers, he walked out into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.

[RaineScarlet]

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