aidan graveley; anubis (gravedirt) wrote in monte_rpg, @ 2012-04-22 17:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | [event], [minilog], anubis, ares, artemis, eros, euterpe, hermes, lancelot |
008.
[One month is the time it takes. One month is how long the jackal spends on introspection and navel-gazing before mopping up the remains of his life. He'd been living in the moment throughout this entire hullabaloo: winging it, being more spontaneous than usual, choosing to go with the unexpected for once in his damned life. But clearly, that hadn't gone well.
In the immediate aftermath, there was the urge to do nothing else but follow Arron's example: go storming out into the dormitories, track down Ben for the arrow and Arron for the threat to Maddie. He wanted nothing else but to storm out into the dormitories and wring his ability into Benedick Cooper's bones, beat some sense into the infuriating little shit, delivering a few physical blows for good measure because apparently that's all the language that mythology could understand.
-- But Anubis never meted out the justice himself. The god is aloof, distanced; at his best, he's meant to remain impartial. So impartial Aidan became. A stone wall. Withdrawn and licking his wounds. Aidan's heart had taken a battering, and worst of all, had been tossed about by someone else's whims -- but he should pronounce where his affections fell. He should be of clear sight and sound judgment. Instead, his judgment had become clouded and blatantly manipulated, twisting the jackal beyond limit, to the point where his rage surged sudden and hot and unexpected. So he opted for shutting it off completely; off the heart would go, before a crocodile devoured it whole. And before he did something he regretted. Resident advisors did not attack their students.
It wasn't the wisest choice of action, of course. Stonewalling everyone involved -- bar Maddie -- was projecting a negative impression, but he was blithely unaware of how, specifically, he was making Aria feel.
The scales swung.
One month before he finally sat down and assessed the evidence, laying it out flat before him. One girl in the palm of each hand, and the careful consideration of his feelings for each. Madeleine versus Aria, versus Arron and the entire cat's cradle of complications that came with them. Having his emotions twined like string around a finger, plucked and manipulated. Starting off on the wrong foot. Her taking refuge in another man's bed, when they hadn't gotten their definitions straight yet. Him and Maddie and the kiss. Aria and the arrow. The arrows.
It is too messy. It's affected his work with the RAs. Ava's criticism was right in that regard: his love life has become far too complicated to sustain. Thus: one month in order to get his head straight once more. Resist the urge to wring necks. Distance himself from the networks, else he rise to Arron's bait and spew unprofessional vitriol in public. So Aidan's buried himself in his work, in dry texts and definitive conclusions and judgments, until the anger has subsided and, finally, been replaced by guilt.]
[ARIA.]
i owe you an apology, a talk, & an explanation.
[MADELEINE.]
t-minus 3 weeks until classes end. thank god.
[BEN.]
never do that again, or i'm simultaneously pressing charges & reporting you to the university administration. and by 'never' i do mean 'never on any student without their explicit consent', not just me.
[ARRON.]
i don't know what you ever hoped to achieve by it, but you can stop trying to pick fights with me in public.
[SEBASTIEN.]
apologies for how awkward it's been at RA meetings lately. it should hopefully improve soon.
[NICK.]
drinks.