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A Meeting. [ caleb + nik ]

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nikolai boris reef
April 18th 2009, 10:23 pm  

    He was pleased with Caleb. Firstly for being willing to try the cigar, because it was the mark of a cultured person to try everything offered to them, especially by person's of class and taste. Mostly, he was pleased that Caleb had discovered that there is a time when you need to open up about your feelings, and that of all the people he might have gone to if he'd gotten to know them, he chose to go to him. It made him feel like he wasn't making such an unfavorable impression on all his students, and it made him glad that a character flaw such as his and probably Caleb's - that being internalizing everything that happened to them, good or bad - was something that could be overcome. He was impressed that someone so young could make so much progress in one day. When he first met Caleb he had figured the boy wouldn't talk to anyone really for a few days, at the very least. To know that he had almost made a friend and had found someone he could trust and confide in in one day lightened his spirits, despite the situation.

    "Caleb, I'm not sure exactly what happened which brought all these feelings on. I am sure that there is more behind the way you feel about yourself and how you relate to others than whatever miscommunication you have recently had with this friend of yours. I don't expect you to tell me everything you have gone through in your youth, or even what happened that sent you here to talk to me. You can tell me if you wish to get it off your chest, but I don't really need to know to understand the core of what you are feeling." He paused and took a very long puff of his cigar and leaned forwards, placing his head in his free hand and propping his arm on his desk. "I want you to know that I can relate to how you are feeling because through a different course of life and experiences I have often felt the same result from your own life that you briefly mentioned. I know what it is like to feel like you have no one, although hopefully you know that on your worst of days you will, at the very least, have me here. If only to talk to, so long as you are comfortable enough with me to do so. But there is a time, I am sure when you probably felt as though you didn't even have someone to talk to. I often feel this way, although I have people willing to listen if my foolish pride would stop keeping me away from them. Don't close yourself off and become a stubborn man like me. I admire that you know what is best, even though you may question your actions sometimes. I know I am dragging on a bit, and I apologize. My point is that I understand. I don't keep a lot of friends because I don't really relate to most people and they can't really relate to me. I am one of those people who is different from most in ways that create a void that it is almost impossible to close the gap of. Sometimes I see an individual like yourself and I realize that while we are different, we are the same in many ways. Part of why I created this school is because I wanted to put a lot of people that didn't belong with the majority of other people together, somewhere away from the government eye. I wanted to give them a chance to recognize the individuality that set the apart from the vast majority of the rest of their species, see how it is useful and encourage them to grow as individuals, and then learn to grow with each other, work together, and coexist peacefully somewhere where I can help keep them safe. I wanted to create a safe haven where people like you can slowly open up and learn about other people and in time, make friends. I want more than anything to give the kindred youth a place where, with a little help and a lot of personal effort, they can finally feel like they belong. Unfortunately, this path will be painful, because many of us will come to terms with our differences and weaknesses at the same time. It shames us to finally realize that we are different. But with these realizations we can accept and become comfortable with ourselves, and as we do this we can relate to others easier. You are probably having a rough time because you have a lot of self discovery to do, as well as a lot of observing of the unique natures of those around you. Trust me, we may be different here - some may seem like they are the type you can never relate to - but I think the force which draws us all together is that deep down we just want to feel okay with ourselves, and that more than anything, we want someone to listen. We want someone to try and understand our own plights for the first time in our lives. Whatever happened between you and this new friend you have made, they probably just came to terms with a part of themselves, truly, for the first time. You should feel blessed that so early in your meeting they trusted you enough to express themselves with you. I am sorry that you opened up and got hurt, but this person is as afraid as you are. Some of us have secrets that are not as safely hidden so deep within us. Some of us have more obvious quirks than others. I am sure if you talk to this person again and apologize that no one understands whatever it is they are going through, they will understand that you simply don't quite understand exactly what it is they have to go through. Hopefully this person will be sorry the two of you disagreed. Remember, all of us just want someone to relate to. Sometimes we are afraid someone will react the way everyone else has previously, and so to avoid heartache we create a problem ourselves. It is easier for some people that way. But I can see by the fact that this is troubling you so much that you care about this person, and so I think that they would be worth the effort. Reach out to them again. Share something about yourself. Explain your own plight and maybe they will see the common link that ties us together. I cannot tell you how to go about your life, Caleb. But I can say that there are some people I wish I would just get over myself and talk to. Sometimes if you just tell someone how you feel, everything works itself out, even when it doesn't seem like it ever could. Nothing is ever hopeless. You may choose not to try and fix whatever happened, but I am certain you will regret it until the day you do."
caleb ryan sarcelier
April 18th 2009, 9:20 pm  

    The professor chuckled and smiled at him, giving him the invitation to sit down among him to relax and ease his mind. He was so honored by this reaction. I'm here for whatever you need. Caleb was already in an emotionally fragile state and the professor's kindness wasn't helping. He quickly wiped the welling tears from his eyes and turned away for a brief moment as he sniffled his nose. His head was still turned as he began to answer and then slowly turned it back once he felt it safe. "Uh, yes sir. I don't smoke but I'd like to try one. Thank you" He flashed a quick yet weak grin and sat back in the padded office chair as he waited for the professor to select a cigarette and light it for him.

    "You know, I really appreciate you allowing me to stay and talk." He smiled and accepted the lit cigar. He genuinely meant his smile this time - It was coming from his heart this time because he was starting to feel better. He was comfortable, oddly enough. The professor seemed more relaxed, more approachable than earlier today in their lesson. He hoped he could find and make a friend in the professor but his fear of getting too close still stood in his way. He really wanted to talk to the professor about Jamie but would he really want to sit and listen to that? All at once he emotions stopped his thinking and with out another thought he let it all out.

    "Professor the reason I came here to talk to you is because I needed to get something off my chest. I'm feeling really bad about myself and I have no one else to go to besides you. I thought I had made a friend today, but I was wrong. He's mad at me know and it's all because I'm an ignorant fool." His voice cracked again and he had to take a puff from his cigar before he started crying. In the back of his mind he wondered when he was finally going to. He had several close calls since Jamie had stormed out of the dining hall. "And I don't know what to do. It's just who I am. I mean I don't know any better. It's not like I'm trying to be dumb to the world it's just who I am and how I was raised. People don't understand me or like me and..." He just sighed and took yet another puff.

    He was inhaling the cigar like a dehydrated person would drink water, somehow managing to savor it because it was apparent it was of excellent quality. He was aware the professor had good taste and it meant a lot that he was sharing his feelings with him, of all people. He just needed an escape from his thoughts and a prevention from crying and the cigar was the best way to go. "I just don't know why I feel like an alien all the time and why people won't give me a chance." His voice became a whisper and he slipped down into his chair before he continued his pitty party. He had said enough already.
nikolai boris reef
April 18th 2009, 9:01 pm  

    Ah, Caleb. It's just you again. If anyone was going to come demand his attention right now, he was glad it was Caleb. He didn't feel like he had some regal or authoritative standard to live up to or achieve in Caleb's presence and conversation flew naturally for him. He had enjoyed their time together earlier that day. The only thing he regretted about the last time - and the first time - they had really had any quality time together is that he feared Caleb may have left with the impression that he took himself too seriously. In all honesty, it was probably true. He'd been busy and stressed out and lately he'd even been a bit scatter-brained, frightening as the thought was. It was probably only a matter of time before either Basil or Zina noticed, neither of whom he wanted, or could, confide in. Although if it came down to it, he would much prefer telling Basil why his mind was no longer a resident of planet Earth, for obvious reasons.

    The thought made him pause in distraction as he contemplated if telling Basil he had feelings would phase his Uncle at all. The man was a liberal, after all.

    He chuckled a bit at the emotional desperation Caleb portrayed, wondering if he were as young as the boy before him if he would be reacting in a similar way about his own life. He was still calm and half in a haze, but was back to himself and could think clearly. The main difference was that he wasn't the usual stressed out and tightly wound person that most students knew. He felt well, for once, and smiled at Caleb, giving a nod in response to the boy's question and gestured that he sit down.

    "I'm here for whatever you need. Tell me, do you smoke? These cigars are fantastic, I think you might like them even if you don't like cigarettes."
caleb ryan sarcelier
April 18th 2009, 8:47 pm  

    Once he had the invitation to enter he timidly peeped his head around the edge of the door. "Um, hi professor." He wanted to ask if he may come in, but the professor had already said it was okay to enter. There was a pause before he finally made the journey into his office. It was very strange being in the presence of the professor in somewhere that wasn't a class room. It felt wrong somehow, like he was invading the professor's life in some way. He looked around the room like a lost dog and then back down at the professor who was sitting smoking a cigar waiting for a reason why he was here. "Oh, um I just... I mean... How are you?" How are you? How are you? Seriously? Just say it how it is. What's the worst that can happen? He tells you 'go away I'm busy' bid deal, you're right back where you started. "Look, professor sir. I need to talk to you. About music, about life. about anything before I go crazy." His voice cracked remembering what had happened. "Do you have a moment?"
nikolai boris reef
March 15th 2009, 11:58 am  

    Nik had been doing a lot of thinking. Ever since he had agreed to tutor Kyrie for her tango dance final, he had been avoiding dealing with his thoughts. His mind had finally come to fathom the issue that was more externally obvious on Kyrie, but that had been deeply hidden from him within his own mind. The fact was, Kyrie had feelings for him, and considering how much she meant to him and how close they had become over the years, her feelings were not something he could ignore. Especially since he was now her teacher, and sometime over a brief course of months, his school was going to be inspected by some government man who was apt to be scrounging for every little possible flaw in Nik's beloved school. Teacher student relationships - or something that came across as such - was not something he could afford to have attached to his school's reputation, or his own. The last thing he wanted was for the government to finally take him down, and over something that with a bit of discretion and a planned course of action could be easily hidden from others.

    The other problem with Kyrie's feelings and his sudden epiphany of realizing them was that he had to come to terms with his own pressing desires - that being that despite all circumstances and something very close to a marriage with Zina Schon, not to mention his twenty-seven year age advance on Kyrie, he was very much attracted to her as well. That was putting it lightly, and he knew it. He was more than attracted to her, he had very real and very raw feelings for the girl that he had written off as his daughter for so many years, knowing there was so much more to their relationship but being unable to pinpoint exactly what sort of relation they had. Now he had finally figured it out, and every day for the past few days his mind rolled around the idea more and more until more thoughts and revelations occurred to him until he came to the conclusion that he was quite possibly something very close to being in love with her.

    Of course, having spent more time than ever in each others presence recently wasn't helping change the direction his thoughts had taken, and being outside of the academy on neutral grounds hadn't helped the opposing arguments he was desperately trying to form in his head.

    So on his downtime he had disappeared to his office to smoke cigars and empty his mind and stare off into space in his practice that was very close to meditation, but far more bizarre to notice for anyone who happened to walk in on him while he was deep somewhere within himself. Nik stirred and blinked once, taking a puff of his cigar only to realize that it had snuffed out a long time ago. He gave a sigh, still very far from being completely present and like a ghost, opened his drawer and reached for another cigar when what seemed like miles away he heard a knock on his door. He blinked again and cocked his head, returning a little closer to himself.

    "Come in." He said in a voice that seemed to come from someone else. He knew he didn't have any meetings arranged and wasn't scheduled to tutor anyone. His mind immediately went to Kyrie and he wondered if for some reason she wanted to see him again today. Of course, he would always see her, but he would prefer that while in the middle of sorting his thoughts about her in his personal private time, he not have to summon enough strength to act somewhat like he used to around her, before everything changed.

    He waited patiently to see who it was, hoping it wasn't Kyrie, but wanting to see her at the same time.