Hugh Korpson (tao_of_hugh) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-04-01 11:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: hugh korpson, character: kana wakahisa, location: academy hallways |
Quoth the Raven...How YOU doin'?
Who: Hana…Kugh…um (Hugh and Kana)
What: Take Thy Beak from Out My Heart
When: Friday, April 1
Where: School
Rating: WTF for obvious reasons
Many years Hugh has taught at St. Margaret’s. Many years students come. Students go. Even back in the beginning they had all seemed so young. Too young. All energy, curiosity and mischief. Hugh never saw them as anything but clay to be molded, puzzles to be solved. He guided them as best he could, instilled an appreciation for thought and its process. Never once had he ever looked upon a student and thought “Huh. Now there is a gorgeous creature.” Of course, that could stem from the fact that he’s a raven in a man’s body. Details.
This morning he was running late…flying late. It was a practice of his to stretch his wings in the morning through the woods, perhaps to catch the sunrise. He always left a window to his office open for his return, but it had been raining and the wind was in the entirely wrong direction so the window remained closed. Some imp of the perverse had him forget this fact so he hadn’t allowed himself enough time upon his return to enter the school elsewhere. That was why there was a large raven flying through the front doors of the school. That was why he wasn’t entirely paying attention to where he was going and smacked right into someone as he rounded a corner.
His wings beat a hasty back-wing to buffer the collision, but it was too late. Black feathers drifted in the air as he tried to ignore his instinct to claw for purchase with his talons. Instead, he landed with an ungraceful flop onto the floor where he shook out the rumple of his plumage then turned a shiny black eye upwards to see who he had run into.
His beak clacked as his breath caught in his throat. His heartbeat pounded against his chest for reason other than exertion. All reason and thought eluded him for perhaps the first time in his existence as he gazed upon her. Her, this lost muse of da Vinci, surely. Belatedly, Hugh found his voice as he waddle-walked to better peer up at her. “Kana…isn’t it?”
[*Lyrics: Evanescence - Anywhere]