School is not for Horsing Around- TAKE 2 Icarus/Jhasi

brothersofthedominion:

“Oh, by the stars…” Icarus curled his lips inward, grumbling when he saw that damnable cat make his way into the hall.

“Alright uh-… O-kay, th-thats everyone.” The mer glanced over the students, “My n-name is Al-… Alabyn in c-case you have-…” he cleared his throat, “In case y-you haven’t seen me around b-before.”

The justiciar couldn’t his eyes further into his head. Gods, even the introduction felt like a century to get out of his mouth. He would’ve rather risked getting sick from Faralda at this point, he’d be learning quicker, at least. He twitched a little when the new instructor plopped his hand onto some tomes with a deep thud.

“Fa-Faralda has inf-f-f- informed me that you guys are on your-your- your second week on p-p-pyromancy. Are m-most of you here fa-fa-f-f-… familiar with the firebolt spell?”

Some hands were raised, others shuffled around awkwardly. Icarus was struggling to stay awake, and this Alabyn was definitely not helping.

Hoo boy..” the mer leaned over the podium, fingers against his temple, “Right then, th-these bad boys should have you c-c-covered for th- uh– th–th-the class. Please bring th-the- bring them back in th-th-the same c-c-condition they came in. I get absolutely thrilled listening t-t-to Urag p-p-piss and moan about the uh– th-th-the condition of these tomes.”

“Right uh… Hm, th-theres five of you…  Onmund, Brelyna, and J’– Excuse me– J-J-J’zargo? I’ll uh– I’ll have you three in a group. And–”

Oh no.

He was not getting teamed up with that damned cat again.

Icarus lifted his hand, “With all due respect, there had been some…” he cleared his throat,complications last time Tolfdir teamed us up together.” the justiciar protested, “Would it be too much to ask if you moved the cat with the others and I’ll take one of them?”

The instructor stretched his lips, “If I can– If I can handle a c-c-couple days in an Oblivion Gate, I’m q-q-quite sure you can handle uh- uh– a khajiit for roughly an hour. Icarus and J’hasi, you two are together. Get to it.”

J’hasi grimaced, ears flicking back under his hood. Great. So not only was the whelp in the same room as him, he had to deal with his bullshit firsthand too. While the Oblivion gate comment from his apparent new professor piqued his curiosity, the Khajiit kept his mouth shut and his head down when he went up to grab a spelltome, heading towards an open spot in the hall that easily kept the whelp and his superior in his sight, while keeping some distance from Alabyn.

“What, afraid that ‘the cat’ will show you up again?” J’hasi muttered under his breath as he passed the Thalmor whelp, the lack of uniform weirding him out a bit honestly. He’d almost look like a normal student, if arrogant out the ass and with a foul temper to match. The Khajiit set the book down behind one of the pillars to keep it out of harm’s way, rubbing his hands together before running over the firebolt spell in his head. While he wasn’t a complete novice with it, it was still new enough to him that he didn’t feel confident that he was doing it right, and his typical problems with casting really did not help.

School is not for Horsing Around- TAKE 2 Icarus/Jhasi

brothersofthedominion:

Icarus shuffled his way down to the Hall of Elements. He curled his lips inward as he felt most of the attending students glaring at him– probably due to the incidents from last night, Ancano included– Fuck, that godsdamned mer was there already. Somewhat thankfully, he had seemed rather occupied by the… They were calling it The Eye now, weren’t they? Didn’t matter, it kept Ancano off his arse, thats all he needed.

The justiciar recomposed himself as he gave the students a smug scoff. He looked around– he didn’t see the cat around thankfully, maybe today would be a good day. 

He crooked his brow his brow when it wasn’t Faralda approaching the class, but another mer he had seen around the college as of late. He wasn’t sure what to make of him, his first guess by his appearance was a Bosmer, but that mer was far too tall for a Wood Elf, and blue-eyed Altmer were too rare of a sight to see around Skyrim, plus the lack of an Altmeri accent.

“Greetings class. Faralda has-has c-come down with the- uh- the uh– th-th-the flu. I’d ad-ad-advise t-to stay clear if-if you uh– you see her and lets all re–uh-remember th-that I am not a ch-ch-charity healer if you uh– get sick, I have bills t-t-to pay too.” The mer centered himself between all of the students, “Th-th-this is the uh– the uh– destr–uh-… destruction class, yes? Is thi- Is this everyone?”

Icarus rolled his eyes. It’d be sunset before this instructor finishes the godsdamned role call. 

After last night’s shift, the resulting lack of sleep, the splitting headache from the morning after, and the stress of knowing he’d been spotted in his ‘wolf form by the Thalmor whelp wasn’t really dulled all that much by his hastily-drunk mead, and in fact, only seemed to worsen things, especially light… Light was…not comfortable at all… It wasn’t helping his churning stomach, either… The Khajiit just wanted to sleep and get something in his stomach to calm it down, but he had class this morning, and he was cutting it awful close already. He wasn’t looking forward towards a reprimand from Faralda on top of it all. It was bad enough that he had to deal with the whelp in class.

J’hasi managed to slip into the classroom in the nick of time, but unfortunately seeing who was in the room made the morning ten times worse than it already was. The two Thalmor he never wanted to see again and…by the Hist that was…

Oh no…

The Khajiit could just feel his insides cringing at the sight of that mer he’d met at the inn, the one that had patched him up. Granted he’d probably saved his life, but…Hist, couldn’t’ve he been just a little bit gentler about it? And the tail end of his introduction made his stomach feel even worse…he was going to be teaching them in the class he most often got hurt in… Maybe…maybe he could still sneak out…?

Unfortunately Ancano’s eyes had caught sight of him, and the Khajiit’s muzzle wrinkled in the barest hint of a scowl. He wasn’t going to let that bastard think he was leaving because of him. He wasn’t afraid of that snooty, crooked-nose pompous fuck. J’hasi quietly made his way towards the other students, slipping in next to Brelyna, getting a brief, mildly-surprised glance from her before she returned her attention to the new mer up front.

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